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sunflowersoldat · 1 year

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All is Fair~ Dead-ends & Devotion

Chapter 26: Dead-ends and Devotions

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?

Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Major Character Deaths! Violence, Bad language words, mentions of torture, existential/identity crisis.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: 3K

A/N: Its been a while since I posted for this story, sorry March is kinda a shitty month for me, and I had to make sure this was perfect before posting it! Including this chapter there are only one and a half chapters left! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Numb.

That wasn’t quite the word Steve would use for how he felt right now. Broken, dismal maybe. Incomplete.

Lost.

In all his years, he’d never seen anything like this, never heard of anything remotely close to this happening in the past. His mind was muddled, foggy, he could barely focus as he, Zemo, Sharron and Natasha, made their way into the main lobby of Stark Tower.

He was merely going through the motions, there were so many voices and people, he had half the sense to order Sam and Ronin, who had only just arrived, to slip Conquest, whose name they’d learned was Fandral, out the doors and into their vehicle. They would deal with him, on their terms.

He scanned the lobby, catching Tony’s wife, Pepper and one of their men as they received the news. It was truly heartbreaking, she clung to the gurney, the man gently pulling her away, trying to comfort her.

All this chaos, all the death, for what? A goddamn title? Power? He shook his head, there was no amount of power worth all of this.

Scanning the lobby again, his eyes caught a familiar head of white hair dashing out the side door, it had to have been you. He bolted after you, if he could just talk to you, maybe he could convince you to let them handle it; at the very least allow them to help you.

Shoving his way through the crowd and onto the busy sidewalk, he caught another glimpse of your hair in the sea of people, keeping it in his sights, he pushed farther, a paramedic shoved into him, spinning off track, but Steve shoved forward. When he made it to the spot you had been in, you were gone. He cursed, not a single trace of you was left behind. The crowd of people jostled him as he tore his hand through his hair, stepping forward— a scraping crunch met his ears, he jumped back, looking down.

On the ground, covered in blood spatter, a familiar skeletal mask lay broken. He knelt to pick up the pieces, fingers brushing lightly over the white surface, the curves and edges that mimicked bones.

He had to stop you, at least try to reason with you. Reaching for his phone, he dialed you, silently praying you’d pick up on the other end, then, just maybe he could save you.

But as the line rang…

And rang…

And rang, the hope he held onto disintegrated.

Finally the line died, a deafening silence settled in his heart.

A bone deep chill shuddered through him.

—

Steve leaned back in the hospital recliner, his eyes heavy as he watched over Bucky in the hospital bed, he lay sleeping, his shoulder wrapped in bandages. He had almost lost his best friend, all because he couldn’t see the damn answer staring him in the face. Too much bloodshed, too much death.

The door squeaked open as Steve scrubbed his hands over his face, looking up. Queens hobbled through the door, a bandage wrapped around his thigh, he propped himself against the wall taking a deep breath. He looked like hell, “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

Queens shrugged, screwing his lips to the side, “Got restless, besides Wade finally left my side.” He smiles softly, “It wasn’t by choice though, his boss pulled him away, otherwise I think he’d still be attached to my hip.”

Steve huffs a laugh, “How’d he find you?”

Queens gave him a sad smile, “Ace, she had found me before…”

Steve nods knowingly. Of course, you cared for Queens like he was your own blood, it only made sense for you to send someone you trusted to take care of him.

“She’s something else…” Queens pauses as Steve meets his gaze, “I mean… Have you ever seen her in action? I don’t even know how to explain it, it's…”

“Mesmerizing?” Steve offers. “Yeah, I’ve sparred with her, she’s… something else.”

Queens nods, a silence settles, after a moment, he breaks the silence again “Have you heard anything?” He asks tentatively.

Steve drops his gaze shaking his head, “No. She’s disappeared, without a trace.”

Queens sighs limping towards Steve, pulling something out of his pocket, he reaches out, placing the small box into Steve’s hand. The black velvet soft in his rough hands, he already knows what it is. Steve inhales deeply, “Thought I lost it…”

Queens gives him a sad smile, “I found it in your penthouse office, buried in rubble… Were you really gonna ask her?”

Steve works his jaw, his chest constricting uncomfortably as he stares at the tiny box, he doesn’t have the heart to open it and look at the ring; what he could have had.

What he will never have.

Bucky coughs, moving to sit-up in the bed, his face screwed up, “Ya never asked her, Punk?”

Steve turns to him, shaking his head, “Never had the chance…”

Bucky reaches for it, plucking it from Steve’s grip, “Don’t worry pal, you’ll get to ask her.”

“I doubt that, she’s gone Buck, even Zemo can’t find her—”

“Steve.” Bucky cuts him off. He turns again, Bucky is staring into the box wide-eyed.

“What is it, Buck?”

Bucky’s eyes flicker between him and Queens, turning the box so he and Queens can see it. Bucky’s voice shakes, “It’s gone.”

—

Your breaths were sharp and ragged as you stumbled through the safe house door, your hand holding your side, desperate to keep your blood inside your body. Thor’s men had been waiting for you, they weren’t his usual help, these men were trained, lethal. Heimdal, the only commander he had left, knew you were coming, they put up a valiant fight, in the end it didn’t matter only one survived. But you had let your guard down, let your anger and emotions get in your head, now you suffered the consequences.

Settling on the couch, you began the dirty work of patching yourself, the vodka next to you only dulled the pain, clouding your mind. Groaning, you poured the little amount left onto your side. You hissed, teeth clenched from the sting of the alcohol.

A throat cleared in the darkness of your ramshackle safe house, slowly you reach for your pistol, aiming into the darkness, your hand slightly shaking. A chuckle floated in the air,

“Come now Peladora, we both know you’re a shitty shot after you drink.”

Jake.

“I still coulda hit ya, wouldn’t kill ya, but it’d hurt like ’ell.” You relax, placing the gun back where you’d retrieved it. You continue patching yourself as Jake makes his way toward you, kneeling by your side.

A small smile curves his lips, “We have to stop meeting like this Peladora.” Batting your hands away, he takes over patching your wound.

Wincing you lean back so he can assist you better, “How’d you find me?”

He sighs deeply, eyes lifting to meet yours, “I’m always there when you need me.”

“You won't stop me.”

He can see the determination in your eyes, the wildfire burning bright, “I don’t intend to try. Didn’t try to stop you when we began this journey, why would I now?”

You shrug, breaking eye contact, “Do you regret it?”

His brows raise, “Saving you?”

If he didn’t have a needle in your side you would’ve punched him, you roll your eyes, “No…”

He nods knowingly, “But, I think about it sometimes… What you would have become if I refused to train you.” He cuts the stitching, pulling your shirt down to cover you, “I don’t think it would have prevented anything. I think though you have become something you despise, it was necessary.” His hand brushes your hair from your face, “Do I regret what you have lost? Yes, but the losses would have been far greater without you. Sometimes we must become the villain to do the things that are against the heroes’ code”

“One good deed is not enough to forgive my lifetime of bloodshed. Have you seen the paper? They’ve pinned the blame for everything on the Ace of Spades.”

“Did you expect anything different? Is it not better to have blood spilt from those who desire to harm the innocent than for the innocent to bleed for nothing? Thor would have slaughtered everyone, without you. Zemo’s family, your family, Steve and his men… and anyone else who tried to stand in his way. Besides, did you really think Thor would take the blame?”

It hurts, the truth, the undeniability of the monster you’ve become. You knew deep down a normal life was no longer in the cards for you, but it cut deep nonetheless. You’d known someone would have to be the scapegoat, you figured it would have been Loki, but it only made sense to blame the one who no longer exists. You purse your lips, “Tony’s Death was my own fault, and my family is still dead. Loki didn’t deserve his fate, neither did Peggy, or Tony, or my parents.”

Jake sighs, sitting next to you on the couch, situating you to where your feet are propped on his legs, he nods slowly, “Power can be dangerous, it turns even the best people into rabid dogs. Many lost their lives, most of them didn’t deserve it, but you know better than I, no one's hands are clean in this business. But your niece and sister-in-law will live full lives, without fear of Thor and his men.” he pauses to take a deep breath, his hand patting your ankle, “Peladora, you cannot blame yourself for what happened, you didn’t know how it would end. Even if you did, would you change it? If you could trade Steve’s life for your brother’s, would you?”

You snort, burying his questions. Truth be told, you don’t know if you could make that decision. To choose your brother over Steve, or Steve over your brother. It wasn’t a choice that day, but instinct. You sigh, now wasn’t the time to wallow in self pity or mourn, there was work to be done. “Thor is still alive.”

He turns to you, eyes hard, jaw muscles working, “For now. I have a feeling that will change…” he merely lifts a brow at you, “After all he has no one else to hide behind, his commanders are dead, Heimdall was his last defense.”

You hum and slowly rise to your feet, heading into your makeshift room, Jake follows, watching as you repack your bag, pulling out your clothes and weapons.

He turns to leave, but stops, snapping his fingers, “Oh, I almost forgot” —he pulls a small pouch from his pocket— “Wade wanted me to give this to you, says not to open it until you're done.”

He tosses the pouch to you, catching it, you scowl, “What is it?”

He merely shrugs, “Probably some weird ass good luck charm, you know how Wade is.”

You nod, putting it into your pocket.

“Was it worth it?” –Jake gives a pointed look to your side- “Did he give Thor up?”

You shake your head, “No, but I have my own ways of finding him.” You pull paperwork from your bag, a list of property and other holdings under Loki’s name. Thor wasn’t dumb enough to use his own property as a hiding place.

He frowns, raising his brow, “I don’t have to tell you he’s dangerous, Peladora.”

“I know.”

“This could be our final goodbye.”

You stop packing, swallow thickly and drop your gaze, “It could be, it could not be… but when I get pulled into the depths of hell, I’m taking him with me.”

—

It had been over a week since Ace had gone missing, the underground uncharacteristically quiet on the topic, Bucky felt bad for Steve.

It was almost like you had died again, but Steve was better at hiding his feelings this time, but Bucky knew better. He stared at Steve from the passenger’s seat, “How you doin pal?”

Steve side-eyed him from the driver’s seat, “Fine, Buck. Why?”

He pursed his lips, glancing back at Peter in the back seat, raising a brow. Peter rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Riiighhhtt… how are you really?”

Bucky watches Steve’s jaw work as he chews his lip, “It sucks. It’s almost worse than when I thought she was dead…” his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, “At least dead, I knew for sure. But now I don’t know if she’s alive or bleeding out somewhere…”

Bucky swallows, twisting his mouth to the side, “You know, I never did apologize to you, Punk…” he sighs as Steve eyes him, “I’m sure she told you her side, how awful I was… But—“

Steve shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it Buck, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“But you see, it matters to me. I know everyone thinks I just had a hard-on to kill her, like I was just set on not letting her get away…” he pauses, clenching his shaking fist, “Look, it may have started out like that, it hurt, she betrayed all of us that night we caught her, more so you, but it hurt nonetheless.”

Steve slows the car, parking it at one of their warehouses. Shutting off the ignition, he turns in his seat towards Bucky, he can feel the weight of his stare going in the side of his head. Behind them, he can feel Peter waiting to rebuttal. Bucky didn’t hate you, he hated what you stood for. What you had done. What you were willing to do.

Taking a deep breath he continued, “That night I followed her, picked her up at some gas station… I didn’t intend to kill her.” His heart is roaring in his ears, his palms are slick with sweat, he isn’t sure Steve believes him, but it's the truth. “I had every intention to scare her off, get her to leave, not only you, but the city. Then she opened her damn mouth and I… I—”

He closed his eyes, shoving at the memory as it surfaced in his mind; you sitting bloody and broken in front of him. He could lie and say there was no fear in your eyes, but if he was honest with himself, he saw it. He saw the lie in your eyes, the false bravado you paraded in front of him. When you realized you had pushed him too far, “She threatened you again… Promised to make you beg for her to kill you. Swore she would make me watch…” he looked to Steve, expecting him to be angry, but he wasn’t. Steve was staring at him in understanding, sorrow swimming in his eyes. Bucky clenched his jaw again, “I promise, never, not even once did she lead me to believe she loved you… if… if she had, I wouldn’t have—“

He breaks off as the memory of you clawing at the dock skitters across his mind. He knew he had gone too far when he had gotten home, he could feel the guilt and remorse eating away at him. But he had to tell himself it was to keep Steve safe, for his own sanity.

Steve’s hand grasped his shoulder, “I understand, Buck. I know her tactics, the way her brain works… That's how I know I’ll never see her again. The look in her eye when she left to chase Thor, it was a goodbye.” Steve sighs deeply, “Whatever was simmering in her veins beneath the surface, whatever was caged and locked away, held at bay by those four little words. It’s out now, and it's after Thor. She’s not the woman we knew, she’s something else entirely. Something dark and dangerous and it's out for blood.”

—

Peter walked with Steve and Bucky deep in the warehouse, where they were keeping Fandrel or Conquest is what the underground calls him. Ronin had his turn, so did Sam, trying to get Thor’s location and allies from him. So far nothing has worked, and their list of possible leads keeps getting shorter.

Ace has been cutting through the list of Thor’s people too fast for them to keep up, they have been three steps behind her this entire time. They had found Heimdal and all his security dead last night, and then today multiple buildings on the outskirts of the city were burned down. They need to find Thor or you quick, if they didn’t, Peter feared they would lose you for good.

They came to a stop, whimpers and cursing could be heard on the other side of the door, muffled by the thick metal. Steve took a deep breath, nodding towards the door for Bucky, “Do what you do best Buck, we need that information, now.”

Bucky nods, Peter moves to join him, but Bucky stops him, “Queens. Sit this one out, let me handle this.”

Peter scowls, “What? I can do this Bucky, let me help, I wanna find Ace too.”

Bucky shakes his head, “Not for this kid. I need you out here. This fucker and his friends were the ones who attacked you, I wasn’t able to protect you then, lemme make it up to you now.” Bucky’s eyes met his, his blue eyes so full of pain and anger, he was doing this for him.

Peter nodded slowly, he understood, he said a silent prayer when the door closed, please, just let us find her…

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Weeks of recon, months.

You finally had the bastard, there was nowhere else for him to go.

As you stared into the mirror, the eyes that stared back weren’t ones you recognized. A fire burned so deep and hot within them, you thought they would scorch you with a single glance. You knew it was yourself staring back at you, but you couldn’t recognize yourself and what you had become.

No mask or contacts this time to hide behind. You wanted Thor to look you in the eye when he took his final breath, to understand and feel what you felt.

You could almost taste the freedom on your tongue, only hours away.

Only two things left to do.

Kill Thor.

Lose yourself.

—

Finally, finally, they found you, if they beat you they could accomplish two things–

Kill Thor.

Save you.

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How Thor discovered Loki was Bi (Dashingfrost Oneshot)

Pairing: Loki/Fandral, Male Loki/Fandral,

Rating: E - 18+ readers only [Minors DNI]

Tags: Pre-Thor 1 setting, M/M sex, Light Dom/Sub, Sub Loki, Dom Fandral, Semi-Public sex, Partially-clothed sex, Slight glove kink, slight armour kink, Interrupted sex,

Word Count: 3161

Summery: Request by @moonlightbea-33, “I was wondering if u could write a smutty imagine between Loki and Fandral, And like Loki is the submissive one and fandral is the dom and like they are having seggs and Thor walks in on them is a very heated position and like he has no idea Loki is bi or his and fandral’s relationship.”

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The evening was an endless parade of liars who wore smiles on their faces as though they were afraid to admit their true feelings to the people around them. These evenings spent in praise of Odin, in festive cheer towards the golden prince of Asgard were always the same.

It began with a toast and a speech from the ancient one-eyed king; the crowds would cheer and drink then there was the feast. Afterwards, the socialising and dancing to live music that would make the heavens weep in envy, it was gloriously decadent and dreadfully dull.

Loki felt he had outgrown such things; he suspected that his dear brother felt the same way. However, the showering of praise and women eager to climb into his lap helped stave off the boredom after some time. Or perhaps it was his own ill-concealed envy that made the younger prince resent these tiresome evenings.

"It appears as though you could use a well-timed distraction, your highness," the warm honeyed words of the dashing Vanir warrior immediately soothed the prince's annoyance.

Should have anyone noticed Loki slip away with Fandral, the Vanir's hand gently pressed to the prince's lower back in a comforting gesture; they knew better than to speak of it. They feared any retribution the creative prince might hold over them.

There was no rush, nobody to miss them now that they were gone. Together they ghosted through the corridors, ignored or unnoticed by patrolling einherjar and wayward palace guests. The heat of the summer evening drove people to seek out the cool air of the gardens, not that that is where either Loki or Fandral found themselves.

On a balcony not so hidden away, Fandral pinned Loki to a wall; the possibility of being caught by passers-by was always a turn on for the pair of them. There was much to be said about mutual interests, but not tonight; tonight all Loki needed was to be fucked so hard he forgot how unpleasant this wretched evening's celebration had been.

Pinned between the warm body of his Vanir lover and the rigid, smooth golden walls of the palace, Loki shivered. "Already quivering for me, darling?" Fandral teased, kissing and biting along pale, sensitive flesh. It was a tremendous personal annoyance to the warrior that Loki insisted on dressing in such restrictive clothing.

"I do not quiver," Loki hissed as Fandral desperately made clumsy quick work of unfastening and unbuckling the many layers that were preventing him from marking up his precious prince. This would all be easy if Loki just used his magic, but the prince was never about to make their lives easier, which only added to their thrill.

"Truly? Then it must be my imagination," Fandral grinned between harsh kisses; Loki shivered at the feel of the warrior's hot breath against his cool jaw.

"I am not a maiden about to be deflowered by you," Loki groused. His complaints were swallowed by harsh kisses that left his thin pale lips swollen and damp.

"You are certainly blushing like a maiden," Fandral continued to tease. Whatever complaint Loki was about to bite back with vanished when he was hauled up in Fandral's arms. Loki barely had time to react; he wrapped his long slender legs around the warrior's waist and allowed himself to be carried to the balcony's railings.

The people beneath only needed to look from a particular spot, and they would see both men tangled up in one another.

Fandral shamelessly ground himself against Loki; the friction of their groins pressing together was as painful as it was pleasurable. Unable to hide the rolling pleasure that washed over his flushed body Loki whimpered and leaned forward, pressing his face into Fandral's neck. It annoyed him how easily the warrior could make him feel so good, so fucking good.

"I have you, darling," Fandral whispered hotly against the cool shell of Loki's ear. He ignored the soft whimpers that spilt from the prince's lips, he was not likely to beg so soon, and they had the entire evening to themselves!

He shoved the heavy coat Loki insisted on wearing for ceremonial purposes from the god's pale shoulders. Stripped down to his trousers and tall boots, Loki always looked so much smaller, his shoulders not as broad as he liked people to believe. He did not possess the bulk that his brother did. But that was what made him so beautiful in the eyes of the Vanir, who peppered hot kisses on his shoulder.

His fingers travelled down the cool expanse of Loki's torso, teasing a path as they rocked together, enjoying the agonising waves of pleasure that washed over them both. It was almost like a slow dance where they would rock back and forth, each eager to hurry up, neither wanting to leave the build of anticipation. Loki clung desperately to Fandral, whispering soft pleas; whether to hurry or slow down neither of them remembered because Fandral's fingers slipped into the tight confines of Loki's leather trousers.

Now Fandral was never one to envy another man, but there were times when his envious mind wondered whether Loki somehow managed to magically enhance himself. Not that he didn't appreciate having such a gorgeous cock all to himself, but it did make him wonder. No matter. His fingers slid along cool soft skin. Once again the prince had forgone underwear.

"No underwear again?" Fandral asked, grabbing the base of Loki's cock and giving it a hard squeeze. The prince yelped; they must have played this game a hundred times, and still, he was caught off guard. "Who knew our prince was such a slut?" The harshness of the Vanir's words killed any quip Loki might have had, "Do you hope some pretty woman would notice you? Would want you to fuck her the way I fuck you? Do you think others could please you the way that I do, darling?"

Probably. Loki did not say it because his brain decided it was better to let go, submit, and give in. After all, the Vanir was shoving Loki's trousers down to his knees. Had he not worn those dammed boots, he might have been able to remove them altogether. Again Loki refused to help with his magic leaving Fandral just a tad frustrated.

"Having trouble?" Loki grinned viciously, reclaiming some sense of control.

"Never," Fandral grinned in return. They both knew who was in charge of their games, and before Loki could protest that maybe they should find somewhere that was a little more private, Fandral spun the prince around, pinning his front to the railings. "Now be a good prince and-" he kicked Loki's legs apart "-stay still."

But when had he ever been good at following orders? Loki attempted to turn around. The sharp crack of Fandral's gloved hand on his backside had Loki shouting out in pleasure. Some people beneath defiantly heard that, but they could not pinpoint the source of the noise.

Fandral folded himself over Loki, his lips pressed against Loki's ear, "Do you wish for your subjects to know how much of a slut you are?" his gloved hand soothed over the burning sting in his rear, sparks of pain crashed into waves of pleasure.

Loki rolled his hips, his hard, aching cock bouncing with the movement. Fandral slapped him again on the other cheek for moving when he shouldn't! Loki attempted to swallow the cry of pleasurable pain that wracked his body, but it was too late.

Again heads turned beneath them, confused and some slightly concerned. "Why not shout again?" Fandral grinned, "Go on, darling, let them see how much of a wanton whore you truly are. Let them see how only I can bring you to this state."

"You are not the only one," Loki turned to look Fandral in his self-satisfied face, "I can think of at least a dozen men and women who-" cracking his gloved hand against Loki's rear again, Loki cried out in pain. Fandral grabbed his hair and painfully yanked his head backwards with a harsh growl.

Sliding his gloved hand downwards, Fandral captured the prince's heavy balls in his palm. He massaged Loki, grinning as the prince half-collapsed under the pleasure and pain building up within him. Fandral slid his gloved fingers along the sensitive skin behind the prince's sack. Little shivers of pleasure flowed through the prince's body, making him numb to his surroundings. Just as his fingers were about to come into contact with the prince's hole, Fandral pulled away.

The desperate sound that spilt from Loki's lips was music to the Vanir's ears, "Be a good boy and suck," Fandral commanded, shoving two gloved fingers into Loki's mouth.

Eager to obey, Loki swirled his tongue around the thick leather-clad digits pressed against his tongue with eagerness. He sucked and hollowed his cheeks, desperate to give his Vanir lover a display that he was unlikely to forget. "Fuck," Fandral whispered hoarsely against Loki's ear, "You're so desperate to suck anything, aren't you, my little whore?"

Loki moaned around the thick digits swallowing as much of them into his mouth as he possibly could. He would make sure Fandral remembered tonight. The Vanir rocked against him, his hard cock straining in casual linen trousers. Loki could feel the shape of him against his sensitive burning arse; he moaned again, allowing Fandral to remove his fingers from his mouth.

Slick with Loki's saliva Fandral pressed his gloved fingers to Loki's outer ring, and the prince groaned. He was used to far bigger objects, but it had been a while, and he needed time to adjust. A harsh pained gasp escaped Loki as he tried to focus on relaxing and concentrating on the push of Fandral's fingers.

The Vanir released his hold on the prince's hair and allowed the prince to fall forward, resting against the balcony's fence. The people below were still ignorant of what was happening above them. Saliva was not the best lubricant, and Fandral did not wish to harm Loki; he made a familiar motion to the prince, who gathered just enough wits to summon a bottle of oil.

With assistance from the oil, Fandral slicked his glove fingers and set the bottle aside for later. Slowly he began to push his gloved fingers inside the prince. "That's it, darling, open up for me, nice and wide," praised Fandral.

Those talented fingers twisted and curled inside him, knowing every inch of his body Fandral focused on the prince's prostate. The god yelled out a soft curse as pleasure sparked within him. "Look at you still tight around my fingers," Fandral growled, his teeth capturing the shell of Loki's ear; the prince whimpered as Fandral continued to stroke that spot within him. "I am going to spilt you open on my cock. I will fuck you so hard you will not be able to sit without thinking of me and my cock."

Loki whimpered, grabbing the railings beneath him. The burn of his muscles as they stretched around Fandral's fingers felt so good. He felt full but not satisfied. He needed more than fingers; he wanted, he needed Fandral's cock. The warrior teased him with it. He pressed his clothed cock against Loki, making him desire and need it. Those talented fingers against his prostate were ruthless, and the god could feel his knees weakening beneath him; his orgasm was fast approaching him.

"Fandral, please," Loki begged, knowing how to spur the Vanir warrior onwards. He understood the pleas of the prince and slowly withdrew his fingers from Loki's aching hole. Drinking in the image of a flushed Loki desperately panting in the cooling summer night.

"Since you asked so nicely, my darling," Fandral whispered roughly, undoing his own belt and trousers. He pushed his pants down his legs and lined his hard, aching cock up against Loki's hole. "I will give you what you want," Fandral grinned, pressing just the tip of his cock into Loki. The prince moaned, "This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked, slowly rocking back and forth, not giving enough to the desperate and wanton prince.

"Yes," Loki breathed, trying desperately to spur Fandral onwards.

"Yes, what?" Fandral asked, leaning over the prince, kissing and sucking along the pale, sensitive skin of his neck before sharply cracking his gloved hand against Loki's arse cheek again.

"Yes, I want your cock," Loki cried out in desperation, rocking himself against Fandral, "I need it. I want to feel you fill me up!" he didn't care who overheard them. All he wanted was to feel Fandral's cock fill him up.

Given their difference in heights, Fandral needed a moment to reposition themselves before slowly sliding his length into Loki. The prince sighed in satisfaction as the Vanir filled him up slowly and gloriously, each inch of his beautiful cock pressing perfectly against his walls as he slid deeper inside him.

Loki moaned softly as the Vanir filled him completely. The heavy weight of him pressed against his back still in his full armour was relatively new and thrilling. It was an idea he wanted to explore at a later date. "Are you alright, darling?" Fandral asked after a moment, a little concerned about Loki's sudden stillness.

Nodding, Loki leaned backwards into the Vanir to reassure him, "I am better than alright," he whispered hoarsely, "Fuck, I feel so good," he breathed, wishing he could twist himself around to kiss the Vanir. Instead, he settled for kissing the warrior's gloved fingers, "You always make me feel so good, darling," he praised his lover.

Smugly Fandral slotted himself against Loki, his fingers reaching for Loki's cock again, "I am glad to hear that," he whispered, pressing hot kisses to Loki's bare shoulder.

The kisses quickly turned into painful bruising bites as he began to thrust his hips slowly at first. As Fandral resumed their original position, his armoured front pressing against Loki's barely covered back, his thrusts became deeper. More brutal. Each slam of his hips had his cock hitting against his prostate; Loki cried out in pleasure, so Fandral bit him harder. Enough to bruise pale skin and draw a little blood.

Fandral growled against the god's cool skin, "I'm going to cum inside you, sweet thing," Loki shuddered as the Vanir harshly pumped his aching purple cock, "I'll fill you up like a cheap whore and leave you begging for more."

Loki cried out, forgetting himself and any potential witnesses that might-

"-What is going on?!"

Well fuck. Of all the possible interruptions!

Before either Loki or Fandral could respond to Thor's sudden outburst, the Vanir was hauled across the balcony and up off his feet. Loki escaped taking a second to dress himself with magic again.

"Oh, so now you have magic," a horny Fandral cried out, drunk on his own pleasure and forgetting that Thor was about to choke him to death.

Loki wasn't exactly pleased about this interruption either. He smoothed down his robes and pretended that he had not just been caught his brother's best friend's cock up his arse, begging to be filled up with cum. Norns, he hoped Thor hadn't heard that bit!

"How dare you assault my brother. My trusted friend!" Thor roared.

Oh, people could defiantly hear that!

"Thor shut up," Loki hissed, using his magic to soundproof the area. He did not need everyone knowing his business. Though it already seemed all of Asgard except Thor knew about him and Fandral. "I have not been assaulted!"

At least not against my will. He didn't say fearing Thor would take it the wrong way. Loki wasn't in the best of moods now that his evening was thoroughly ruined and his patience was wearing thin.

Thor violently turned to him, still holding Fandral up in the air, who still had his trousers around his knees. Thor was still confused, "Did Fandral not defile you-"

"-Fandral is hardly the first cock I've had up my arse," Loki yelled at his brother, who turned as crimson as the cape he famously wore. "I have been taking cocks up my arse and shoving cocks up arses since before you were swinging Mjölnir!"

"How eloquent," Fandral said while pulling up his trousers.

"SILENCE!" both princes yelled at him.

"Fandral did not assault me," Loki reassured his brother calmly, knowing his brother was prone to anger and rash actions. This was dangerous for Fandral, and Loki still had use for the Vanir warrior. So for now, he would do his best to ensure the man made it out of this completely intact.

"But-"

"Brother, it seems that the only person in this realm who does not know of my sexuality is you," Loki continued to speak because he knew if Thor began talking, he would stop listening. That would be bad for everyone.

"This is a betrayal-" Thor tried to explain.

"A betrayal you have not noticed for the better part of three decades," Fandral pointed out, "It never once piqued your curiosity that Loki and I would spend so much time together?"

"You are not helping the situation," Loki said.

"I don't understand," Thor said. Had he honestly never noticed?

"Well, how about we start with putting Fandral down," Loki suggested, "On his feet, do not bash in his head. I am quite fond of him."

"So was I," Thor grumbled, still irritated as he set Fandral down on his feet.

"Hopefully not in the same way," Fandral couldn't help himself. Both brothers stared at him.

"Three decades?" Thor asked, deeply confused, ignoring his friend, who quickly tied his belt and tried to straighten his armour.

The night was ruined, and seeing little chance of recovering it, Fandral wrapped his arm around Thor's massive shoulders. It was a gesture he made a thousand times, but Thor was just a little too on edge tonight. No doubt he wondered if Fandral would somehow seduce him next.

"Tell you what, we'll grab drinks, and you'll just accept that Loki and I are… something," Fandral offered. Something was the right word. They certainly weren't courting.

Thor was still confused. Loki followed Fandral's plan. It was an excellent plan to get Thor drunk, and hopefully, he would forget all about this. "I still do not understand… you enjoy the companionship of men?" He asked Loki.

Truly how had he never noticed? Thor was usually not this obvilious!

"You are aware that sometimes I am a woman?" Loki began gently.

"Yes, but that makes some sort of sense," Thor nodded.

"But my sexual preferences do not?" Loki asked, deeply confused by his brother's logic. Thor also seemed confused. "Let us get those drinks," Loki consoled his brother.

"Three decades?" Thor asked. They both nodded, "Are Sif, Hogun and Volstagg aware of this?" they nodded. Thor was still confused.

There was no hope of salvaging their evening now, much to the frustration of both lovers.

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prpfs · 5 months

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✨ 🗡️Hello! I'm currently looking for any alpha!muse to play against my omega!Fandral the Dashing (Marvel/Thor).

I'm open to crossovers and OC's are welcome! I have a basic plot in mind, though it vague enough that more details can be added. Dead dove, so tw for dubcon/noncon, omegaverse, slavery:

Essentially we would have it set in an AU where omegas don't have much in the way of rights. They are at best betrothed to alphas and at worst are sold off as pleasure slaves. Fandral gets outed as an omega and gets sold/taken in by your muse.

Expect a good deal of unruliness from Fandral, as he's a bit of a brat and won't go down without a fight ✨

If you're interested, please like and I'll DM you. I roleplay primarily on discord and am open to many kinks! Please only like if you're 18+

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Headband

Asgard📍

The Yule Solstice began with smell of fresh ale and delicious cuisines while people exchanged gifts with each other as the rituals calls for it. Asgardian halls were open for commoners for the revels. So your “girl from Asgard” got the opportunity to share some lively nights with the gods and goddesses. The 12 nights feast filled a feeling of pleasure and delight in all of us. Just as I entered the revel halls Fandral the dashing was greeting every other gorgeous maiden in the gathering. Loki was seated in the corner with a glass of ale talking with Freya, the sorceress. Thor, the would be king, grabbed everybody’s attention with his handsome and intimidating personality. From the table, we can see Sif offering him berries and he thanked her gently.

Thor : Lady Sif that would be enough. Come have a seat. Drink some ale with me.

Sif : Well thank you Thor. I would gladly share drinks with you but I have errands to complete.

Thor : Oh alright then, Greetings Sif!

( He noticed the crowd silently. A gleam of happiness can be seen on his face, I saw a goddess whose fingers flickered emerald glow, yes, how can I not recognise her. She was Amora, the enchantress, the witty and glamorous sorceress. She fastened her pace to her Thunderer)

Amora : Thunderer! How are sitting so quietly? Come have a drink with me and also a dance as you promised!

Thor : Look who it is. I thought you would be spending your evening with Loki, tricking people and turning them into frogs.

Amora : Ugh, grow up Thor. We don’t do it anymore. And I came here to have a wonderful eve with you.

Thor : Really. (he chuckled)

Amora : Don’t laugh ok. Now May I have a dance with you?

(I can see her eyes glowing. A moment she always wished for. Thor got up, holding her by the waist, taking up the dance floor. Everyone’s eyes on them and far away I observed Sif’s face lowering. The fact she denied his company was her. She saw her approaching him and who would wanna quarrel with this stubborn lover of his.)

Amora : Are they looking?

Thor : Who?

Amora : People dumbo!

Thor : Ye…yes. Why tho?

Amora : Nothing just keep looking in my eyes Thunderer.

(Just as he was about to take a turn, he giggled.)

Amora : What now? You’re so weird sometimes. You know I came here as early as possible to avoid All Father’s sneers.

Thor : Which led you to dress so elegantly! Look at those cat ears on top of your hair so perfect. I wonder how come Loki’s started to listen to my requirements.

( As she listened to him, her hand went up to touch her hair. True, we all saw two cat ears on her head which Loki just put on her with magic, all because Thor asked him to. A little prank for the Enchantress. Obviously it’s their turn to be ready now)

Amora : Loki! Thor I’d kill you. Yes I agree the last week’s trick of golden retrieve’s ear on you in the school was funny and wrong but it doesn’t mean you’d do the same to me. I’m the enchantress after all. Just you wait Thunderer. The dance is over.

( She undid the spell and walked away from the dance floor. All her plannings for the night ruined. They were friends after all. He could never look at her the way she did. Thor sat back on his chair looking at her with flirtatious eyes and laughing as she approached)

Amora : Not so funny! I bid you farewell Thor. I’ll talk to Loki.

Thor : Love you enchantress. How come she not react to the prank? he thought .

Fandral : Thor are you ok?

Thor : Hello my friend, Yes, I am perfectly fine. Why?

Fandral : I don’t think you are, otherwise why would you dress up as a midgardian Barbie with a headband!

Thor : What the ?

( Yes, she would not let this go easy. Instead of blowing out over him, she had given him a pretty headband for the night. I saw her innocence and chirpy essence. She went outside smiling and greeting Fandral before he approached Thor.)

Fandral : Had a fight with Amora again I guess?

Thor : Yes my dear friend, yes. She’s so stubborn and mischievous. I’ll go to Loki for the undo of the spell. Enjoy the revel.

( He went to find his brother with a curl on his lip. Enchantress I’ll see you at night, he spike lowly.)

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