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serpentsdarling · 11 days ago

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when i look at you

in which loki laufeyson takes his brother’s advice: be brave

PAIRING: loki laufeyson x fem!reader, platonic!thor odinson x reader

WARNINGS: fluff, jealousy, hurt/comfort, Thor interrupting, slight angst ig, FLUFF ENDING!!

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

🎶 : i hear a symphony - cody fry

AN: 🩵💗💛 - imagine loki's looks are like 'the dark world' era!! eeeeeek i loved writing this so so much!! enjoy!!

“I still don’t understand how you convinced Odin to release you.” You called over your shoulder. “Your attack on Earth was but a month ago.”

“I assume my mother had something to do with it. Odin himself seemed rather set on allowing me to rot.”

“I’m sure he loves you…” You muttered under your breath so his ravens would not catch you. “In his own demented way.”

Loki laughed, really laughed for the first time since his return. “He has allowed me to be released under the condition that I could not leave the castle grounds.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the woods around you. “And just what would you call this?”

“The Royal Wood, which is an extension of the grounds,” Loki smirked. “I would never break my vow to my father.”

You scoffed, your hands resting on your hips. “Do not lie to me, Loki Odinson. If you recall, we have a vow of our own.”

“How could I forget?” You were children when you made him swear to never trick you. He had held strong, for the most part. “You are possibly the only person I would never lie to. Well…” He leaned against a tree, leaning his head back to take in the summer sun. “You and my mother.”

“If you say so.” You hated when he did this, when he made you feel special. It was horrible, the worst trick of all, mainly because he had no idea what he was doing to you. “I have to bring your mother these ingredients.”

“Allow me to accompany you.”

Your cheeks felt hot, and you shook your head, flustered yet again by his chivalrous behavior. “That’s not necessary.”

“I insist.” He took the basket out of your arms, beckoning you to follow after him. “My mother would have my head if she saw a lady carrying such a load, let alone her favorite lady.”

“Loki.” You scolded, reaching out to take the basket back. “I am not a lady.”

“This again.” He sighed. “You are quite stubborn.”

“You’re one to talk.” You laughed, cowering under the judgmental looks of the nobility you passed.

“Must you deny me this one kind act?”

“It is not proper-”

“You must be the only servant who complains when someone helps you.”

“I take pride in my work, Loki.”

“An admirable quality.” The guards in front of his mother’s suite bowed their heads, opening the doors. “Still, you are stubborn.”

“Loki-” You scowled, curtsying before the queen. “Your Majesty, the ingredients you requested.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

Frigga was the very picture of elegance. Not only was she elegant, but she was also kind to everyone regardless of rank. You had no issue carrying out trivial tasks for the queen, because the queen never treated you as lesser than; she treated you as she would treat her own sons. “Did you have any trouble?”

“Not at all, my lady.”

“Mother.” Loki approached the golden-haired woman, kissing her cheek. “Tell your lady she must not bow when she greets you.”

“Loki!” You gasped, turning to Frigga like you had been the one to say it. “My lady, I would never-”

“Must you tease the girl so?” Frigga chastised her son.

“I am so sorry, my lady.”

“Do not apologize, my son is a prankster, as we all know.” She smiled warmly, tucking a strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. “Among many other admirable qualities.”

Loki grew shy under his mother’s affection, brushing off her compliments. “We must be going.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You wished to visit the library, yes?”

“I never-” You tilted your head. “Have you developed mind-reading powers as well?”

He shrugged, kissing his mother’s cheek once more before extending his hand. “Shall we?”

You smacked his hand away, walking out of the queen’s room with Loki trailing behind you. “If you can read minds now, please refrain from reading mine.” He laughed, and you smacked his arm. “I mean it, Loki.”

“I cannot read minds. Remember that we have been friends for quite some time now. I know you perhaps better than I know myself.”

“Well, no wonder. You are such a mystery.” You teased. “The rakish, brooding prince. I am surprised some lady has not taken you into her clutches.”

“You think me rakish?” He raised an eyebrow, holding the library door open.

“One observes things.” You shrugged, gliding over to the fiction section, grabbing the first book that caught your eye. “It is not a bad trait, I assure you.”

“If you say so.” He looked rather disappointed, plopping into his favorite leather chair.

“You are also kind, considerate, even. Loyal to a fault.” Your hand found his, squeezing it. “You are many things, but most of all, you are a wonderful friend.”

“Friend.” He huffed, face scrunched like the word left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Are we not friends?” You sat back, hand pulling away from his. Oh, how you wished you could stay like that forever, his forever-cold hand intertwined with yours.

“Yes, we are.” He almost sounded disappointed. You decided not to dwell on it, immersing yourself in the novel. Loki simply stared, admiring your beauty, the way your eyes scanned the page, the way you smiled to yourself, the way your eyebrows furrowed.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve.” He murmured.

Your eyes did not leave the page. “Oh?”

“It is quite-” He stopped himself. “It is quite humorous.”

“If it is so amusing, then by all means, keep staring.” You teased. You were used to this, the staring, the intense gaze Loki held. He loved to watch people, to observe those around him. At first, you had found it quite overwhelming, especially when you looked up to find him already staring at you. His eyes were beautiful, dangerous as they pulled you in. You shook your head, fighting against your imagination.

“My prince.” You looked up, fighting the urge to groan as the nuisance that was the Lady Ness approached. “I thought I would find you here.”

Loki looked entirely unenthused, but still entertained the woman. “Hello, my lady.”

The Lady Ness was the eldest daughter of one of Odin’s closest advisors. She was what Asgardians considered to be the perfect beauty, with blonde hair bordering on white, and beautiful pale blue eyes. She was tall, the very picture of royalty.

Which is what she desperately wanted to be. She had followed the two princes around since you were children, treating them as if they were idols, gods even.

They were, but still. It became tiresome.

She had her sights set on Thor for eons, but after she learned of his undying love for the Lady Jane, she gave up, switching her sights to Loki.

There was nothing the younger prince hated more than being the second choice.

There was nothing you hated more than the Lady Ness suddenly finding interest in a man you’d loved since age five. You did not attempt to acknowledge the woman, simply looking back down at your book. It was hard to focus, though, with her constant chattering.

“Will I see you at the Summer Solstice Ball, my prince?”

Loki’s gaze fell back to you before responding. “You will indeed.”

“How wonderful. I do love dancing.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Do you enjoy dancing, my prince?”

“With the right lady.” He nodded. “I do.”

“Shall I reserve a place for you on my card?” Your hold on the book tightened. “It would be an immense honor.” A scoff fell from your lips, and your eyes widened. You had meant for that to be in your head.

Loki smiled. “I’m afraid I-”

“Is something the matter?” The Lady Ness interrupted, staring at you. “Have I done something to amuse you?”

You looked up, shaking your head. “No, my lady.”

“Now you remember your manners.” The Lady Ness raised an eyebrow. You simply stared back, your face blank. “When I entered the room, you did not curtsy. Are you manners selective?”

You shut your book, standing up. “You seem rather concerned with my manners. How observant you must be.” The lady proudly nodded. “Allow me to explain, I bow to royalty.” You gestured to Loki before gesturing to her. “Not some common lady with an aptitude for mistreating servants.”

“Why I-” She gasped, stumbling over her words. You made a point to be over the top in your curtsy to the prince, before promptly walking out of the room.

You angrily picked bunches of moss from the forest floor, ripping it from the ground as if it had wronged you.

The Lady Ness annoyed you to no end, with her flirting and her flowy gowns and her touching Loki's arm. It was as if she did it on purpose, as if she amplified her flirting when you were there, like she was trying to tell you he was hers, that you could never have him.

You already knew that, no thanks to her. It was something that kept you up into the late hours of the night, the ‘what-ifs’ haunting you even in sleep.

If you were of some higher standing, you would have smacked her long ago. Unfortunately, you could only verbally attack her.

“Are you quite well?” Loki’s voice broke you from your thoughts. “You did not stop when I called after you yesterday.”

“I cannot stand her.” You complained. “She-she is without a doubt-”

He looked rather amused at your ranting, hands clasped behind his back, his ever-familiar smirk gracing his lips. “I am sorry.”

“Why should you be sorry?” You laughed bitterly. “I’m sure she will mellow with age.”

“Mellow with age?” He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded, going back to your gathering. “Odin must be rather pleased with this match.”

“Match?” It seemed as if Loki was stuck on repeat, parroting you with confusion etched in his tone.

“Between you and Lady Ness.” You grumbled, brushing the dirt off your skirt as you stood. “I’m certain he has arranged for her to be your lady wife.”

“I’m sorry?”

You walked further into the wood, Loki following after you. “She will be a great wife, I’m sure. She seems intelligent enough and could bring you company. Your children-” Your voice broke, and you felt your cheeks grow hot. “They will be menaces, but what child isn’t? I’m sure they will grow out of it, as she will grow out of her rather annoying attributes.” You pulled out your knife, cutting off a section of tree bark, your mind clouded with rage. “She will bring you happiness. I’m excited for you, truly-” You hissed, the knife falling out of your hand as you stared at the stream of blood that ran down your palm. “Ow.”

Loki raced over, taking your hand in his as he observed the wound. “You were being careless.”

“I was not.” Your eyes welled, the pain finally taking hold. “It is just a cut.”

“You are practically crying.” He frowned. “You must be careful.”

“I-” He waved his hand over your injury, the pain subsiding, the cut healing itself. You watched in fascination, the wound glowing green for a mere moment before dissapearing entirely. “How did you-”

“Growing up with Thor meant I had to be prepared for anything.” He smiled, his fingers gently tracing over the once bloody finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, voice quiet. “It’s like it never even existed.”

“Good.” He looked up, his breath shaky when he met your gaze. “You frightened me.”

“You worry too much.” You hadn’t meant to, truly, but your eyes fell to his lips, heart racing. “I’m sorry.”

His hand found its way to your waist, pulling you close. You gasped, glaring as a smirk grew on the prince’s lips. “Whatever for, my lady?”

“I didn’t mean to-” You swallowed. “I did not mean to insult the Lady-”

“Please, do not speak her name any longer.” He groaned. “She is as tiresome as she is wealthy.”

“She is to be your lady wife, is she not?” You murmured, his hand that had once cradled your injured hand now holding your cheek. “She is quite the match.”

He laughed. “I’m sure she will make some unlucky man rather miserable.”

“Loki-”

“If I have any say-” He whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips momentarily. “I will marry for love, not because my father made some strategic alliance. She is not for me, I assure you.”

“You-” Loki now had your back against the tree, practically pinning you in position. His forehead lay against yours, your breath entwined with his. “You have some other lucky lady in mind?”

He nodded. “I do.”

“Oh?” The reality of the situation hit you like Mjolnir hit its enemies. Hard and true, you accepted that you might just kiss the man you’d loved since before you could remember. “Do I know her?”

He nodded once more, his lips so close they brushed against yours as he spoke. “I believe so-”

“Brother!” Your eyes widened, and you pushed Loki away, cheeks hot as you forced yourself to look as inconspicuous as possible. Thor’s voice rang through the wood. “Brother, where are you?”

“I-” Loki stuttered, hand reaching out to hold you once more. “Just wait one moment-”

“Ah!” Thor’s golden hair came into view, the god haphazardly destroying the forest floor. “My lady, it is wonderful to see you!”

You curtsied, your heart and mind still racing from the moment before. “My prince. I was just leaving.” You couldn’t meet Loki’s eyes, simply nodding. “Loki.”

You raced toward the castle, forgetting your basket full of ingredients.

Loki would bring them to his mother later.

“Have I interrupted something?” Thor’s voice held a certain sort of mischeif that made Loki feel uneasy. “It seems as if I caught the pair of you in a rather intimate moment.”

“I-” Loki could not find the words, something that pleased Thor greatly.

“The great trickster is speechless?” He grinned, patting his little brother on the back. “Oh, Loki, why did you not say something?”

“Like you said. You interrupted.” He was practically glowering, glaring at his brother like it was his life’s purpose. “I-I had almost-”

“Do you want my advice, brother?” Loki continued to glare at him, fighting the urge to stab the golden-haired imbecile in the gut. “You must do something. Be brave, show her you care.”

“I was doing that!” Loki yelled. “You have the worst timing in the world-”

“Calm down, brother.” Thor laughed. “When I first met the Lady Jane-” Oh gods, Loki thought as he rolled his eyes. Once Thor began to talk about Jane, he tended to never stop. “She was rather intimidating, smart, and beautiful. But after I showed her my interest, my-”

Loki walked away, fists clenched tightly as Thor continued, following after him.

You hadn’t seen Loki in days.

You had gone to Frigga’s chambers after the incident, to apologize for leaving the ingredients behind, when you saw Loki just outside her door, the basket in hand.

After that, you’d gone out of your way to avoid him.

It was childish, you knew that, but you couldn’t look at him without transforming into a blabbering mess. You purposely did your chores outside of the castle grounds so he could not follow you or surprise you.

Your room was deep in the ground, chilly from its lack of sunlight and candles. You hadn’t minded before, but now that you were in your self-prescribed isolation, you couldn’t help but wish you had a prettier view.

Just when you thought you’d forgotten, that you’d gotten over your momentary lapse in judgment, it all came rushing back. His hand cradling your cheeks, his lips brushing against yours, his fingertips digging into your hip. A chill ran down your spine, and you shook your head as if that would rid you of the scandalous thoughts.

He was simply being kind, caring for you as you had cared for him.

A handmaiden walked into your room unannounced, gently placing a large box on your simple vanity. You jumped when you saw her. “I did not see you.”

The handmaiden, one of Frigga’s, no doubt, smiled kindly. “I gathered. I was tasked with ensuring you received this package, and was told you must wear it to the Summer Solstice Ball.”

“Wear it?” You tilted your head, rising from your bed to inspect the gift. “Is it a gown?”

“It is indeed, my lady.”

So this had been Loki’s doing.

“You must not call me that.” You smiled. “I am no lady.”

The handmaiden shrugged, glancing over your shoulder curiously as you pulled apart the forest green ribbon that held together the wrappings. “It seems to me that you shall be soon.”

“What-” You choked, shaking your head vehemently. “I- that is-”

“I will take my leave.” She bowed quickly, shutting the door behind her. You cursed the god of Mischief, vowing that when you were done ignoring him, you would scold him for his antics. The wrappings fell away, your eyes welling as you stared at the gown.

After all these years, all this time, he never forgot a single thing you told him, and this gown was proof. It was exactly what you’d described to him two thousand years ago.

You’d been young then, much more naive than now. You and Loki were lounging in the gardens, watching the nobility walk by in their dreamy attire. You sighed, staring down at your robes in embarrassment. “Could you conjure me something?”

“I can try.” Loki nodded, placing his book down beside him. “What is it you wish for?”

“A nicer dress.” You were jealous of their beauty, your simple frock nothing compared to their silky pastel gowns.

“I-” He frowned. “I am sorry. My powers are not-”

You shook your head. “Forget I said anything.”

He nodded, watching you with interest. “What would it look like, your dream gown?”

It would look like this. The gown that he’d sent you, which now hung delicately in your closet, two thousand years later.

You could hear the roar of the partygoers from the end of the hall, your nerves growing more and more the closer you got. You thanked the gods that this was not the kind of ball where attendees were announced, as you would surely faint from the judgmental eyes that fell on you.

The ballroom glowed bright golden, the light the candles provided reflecting off the pure gold walls. Your jaw hung loose, taking in the decorations, the people, the fashion. Your eyes fell to the bottom of the stairs, cheeks growing hot when you met Loki’s gaze.

He was standing by the Lady Ness, who looked livid that you had torn his attention from her.

You couldn’t find it in you to care, not when he was looking at you like that. His smile was bright, and he looked devilishly handsome in his forest green attire, walking up the steps.

You took a deep breath, meeting him in the middle. “My prince.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spoke plainly, as if it were fact. Technically, it was.

“I-”

“Do not try and deny it.” He offered his arm. “Shall we?”

You gladly complied with his request, cheeks growing hot, from the attention or Loki’s gaze, you couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was both. “You remembered.” You looked over, finding satisfaction in the way your words had caused Loki to turn red. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

He shrugged like what he’d done wasn’t the most romantic thing you’d ever experienced. “Only the best for-”

“My prince.” You clenched your fist when Lady Ness’s grating voice met your ears, turning toward the enemy. “I lost you for a moment.”

Loki laughed. “Yes, you did.” His hand tightened, pulling you closer to his side as if to signal he was occupied. You had felt it was rather obvious, but Lady Ness had a history of feigning ignorance to blatantly obvious rejections.

“Shall we dance?” Lady Ness’s steely blue eyes darted toward you, as if she were trying to scare you off. You were not deterred by her weak attempt at intimidation, your hand still comfortably held in Loki’s. “You did promise me.”

He tilted his head. “Did I?”

You laughed, your hand falling to your side. “It is but one dance.” The Lady Ness let out a gasp that neither of you acknowledged. “I’m quite parched anyhow.”

He nodded. “As you wish.”

The Lady Ness looked entirely displeased at his actions, especially over the phrase ‘as you wish,’ which had been directed toward you, and not her request. You made your way to the drinks, taking a flute of champagne as you found your place in the corner of the room. Leaning against the column, you glared as Lady Ness cackled, downing the flute in one go.

Loki had not planned for this to happen.

He had planned for you to receive the dress, to escort you down the steps. He had also planned to confess his undying love for you, but Lady Ness once again interrupted.

She had the most inconvenient timing.

He led her to the middle of the dance floor, putting as much distance as possible. The Lady Ness kept laughing, which he found odd, as he had not said a single thing since the dance had begun. He kept looking around the edge of the room, searching for your familiar frame.

Ah.

You looked radiant. Positively glowing. He’d always loved you in that color. If he was being honest with himself, he loved you in every color. He frowned, watching as you chewed your nails, something you had the habit of doing when you were anxious.

“My prince?” The Lady Ness called out as he walked away from her in the middle of the dance floor, stalking toward you, the crowd parting as he walked.

“Dance with me.”

You jumped, clutching your heart. “Gods, Loki, you scared me.” You guiltily looked at your fingers before meeting his gaze. “I-”

He waved his hand, all the rips you’d made in your delicate skin gone in an instant. “Dance with me.”

“Loki.” You looked over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sobbing lady he’d left in the middle of the floor. “Have you gone mad?”

“Possibly.”

“You cannot just leave her in the middle of the floor.” You leaned closer, whispering so the many eavesdropping ears around you could not hear. “Even if she is quite annoying.”

“I am the prince. I can do as I wish.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “You-” It seemed he took your lack of rejection as a yes, holding your hand firmly in his as he pulled you to the middle of the dance floor, the light waltz playing in the background. “You are the most indignant, prideful, scheming man I have ever known.”

He smiled, a squeak leaving your lips when he pulled you much closer than a waltz called for. “Tell me what else I am.”

“You-” You gulped, growing nervous under his ever attentive eye. “You are-”

“It seems you are at a loss for words.” He whispered in your ear, a chill running down your spine from the proximity of it all. “Is that a recent development, my lady?”

“You are arrogant.” You hissed.

He grinned. “I am.”

“You are marvelous.”

“I am.” His reaction was delayed, caught off guard by your sudden compliment.

“It seems you are at a loss for words.” You parroted his words from just a moment ago. “Is that a recent development, my prince?”

“You are a wonder.” He held your gaze so beautifully that any innocent bystander would assume you were both deeply in love. “You look divine, a goddess in your own right.”

“Loki.” You felt as if you could melt, the music slowing to a stop before you could respond. The crowd around you clapped wildly, obviously invested in the show you two had put on.

Loki bowed, his brother catching his gaze. Thor was practically jumping, mouthing the words he had said days before.

Be brave.

It was so unfortunate when his brother was right. You stood upright, following Loki’s gaze to see Thor grinning like a buffoon. “What is he-”

Loki’s hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes widened at the action, weak from his touch. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer. He grinned, a hand falling to your hips, squeezing.

You gasped, your knees weakening. “Loki-”

“Is all that you can say my name?” He whispered, his forehead once again lying against yours.

“You are a-” He leaned down, kissing your lips once more.

“I love you…” His breath was heavy, pupils blown as he stared at you. “Most ardently.”

A tear fell down your cheek, and you grinned. “Most ardently?”

He nodded, voice wavering. “I assume you love me as well?”

“I do.” You kissed the corner of his mouth softly, so softly he had barely felt it. “With my whole being."

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serpentsdarling · 18 days ago

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Loki, who watches you drag yourself through the tower elevator and out onto the common floor, senses your bad mood simply by your aura. You're dripping with melancholy and something... deeper. Did a mission go wrong? Were you injured? He's nose deep in a book, simply peering at you now, rummaging through the pantry of the open kitchen for some chips.

Loki, who doesn't say a word when you make your way out of the panel doors and onto the balcony to one of the tower deck hammocks. Who would he be to intrude? He only ever antagonizes you, and while he is a villain, you were hard to decipher this time around. You had your own secrets, and he wasn't about to potentially puncture one that was unripe for him.

Loki, who stays in the living room, though his book had long been thoroughly read and annotated. He was hoping to at least watch you drift to your room, see if your mood had improved. Steve had momentarily met with you out there, sitting at the hammock adjacent to you, but his mouth never moved. Rogers was good at that, he realized. He was patient enough to always let the other person bloom instead of prying them open. Loki's skills were still rather elementary to say the least.

Loki, who watches Steve leave the balcony after giving you a rub on your shoulder. He pretends to be dozing on the couch, not opening his eyes until the elevator dings to notify that Steve has left the room. It's safe to say it's late at night by now, and it's just unlike you to be so distant. Sure, you were snarky and coy with him, but you were always so loving and receptive to the other team members. Something's off.

Loki, who silently approached you from the balcony as if you were a plague patient. Taking his sweet time to sit on the hammock Steve sat on next to you. You hadn't moved from your lounging spot, staring off into the New York City skyline with a dullness behind your irises. He doesn't know what to say, or if he should say anything. It always works for Steve to not say anything.

Loki, who screams a breath of relief in his mind when you finally speak. "Oh, I thought you would be Thor at first. This is a surprise." You say, sitting up from the fabric as it creaked underneath you. Loki huffed, blowing a stray piece of hair away from his forehead. "It's your lucky day, isn't it?" He mutters. He's shocked when you reply back, tone deathly flat. "Yeah, something like that."

Loki, who finally steps into his own unknown territory. "Would you spare me the niceties and simply tell me what has you so... Down?"

And you crack yourself open like an egg, tears finally making their way down your cheeks. Loki's bracing himself for something horrendous. A family member passing, a pet being put down, a mission gone so bad it risks your spot on the team, a million possibilities are vibrating through his head at mach speed.

But your answer leaves his eyebrows knitted to the hilt of his forehead. "I really don't know. I wish I did, but today has just been the worst day ever somehow without anything even happening."

Loki, who realizes how painfully he can relate, and without much thought, he stands from his own hammock and walks over to yours, gesturing to your side. "May I?" You scoot slightly, allowing space for him. He takes his seat, glancing at you once before concocting his reply. "If it calms you to know, I've had plenty of days like those myself, suppose that might be why I was sent in substitute of Thor."

You, who arches a brow. "They sent you instead of Thor?"

Loki, who waves his hand. "Well, no, but that oaf hasn't had a silverless spoon a day in his life. I'm much more a prime example for an occurrence such as this."

Loki, who exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding when you laugh, nudging his arm. "You're supposed to be being nice, Loki."

"What? I'm plenty nice, let me have my allowance."

Loki, who awkwardly shifts with you in the hammock until both of you are squished side by side after you complain that the lack of support is hurting your back. You were both looking up at the ink of the New York night, starless and pitched. "I have a journal sometimes that helps me when I have these kind of moments, but I don't know, today it just wasn't helping."

"Tell me what all happened, even the most meaningless of moments."

Loki, who lets you talk, and talk, and talk. It started with your egg breaking while you made avocado toast this morning, and then your shoelaces on your good combat boots began to fray while you got ready for a mission, Nat couldn't make it to your joint training session last minute, you ran out of your good shampoo, you broke a nail, it was simply just a petty luck kind of day. If Loki were there, he would have fixed it all for you with the wave of a hand. Only if you weren't looking though, of course.

Loki, who could drift just from the peace of your voice. The way you talk when you're defeated. It feels twisted for even him to take pleasure in it. However, your mood lightens with each transgression you unleash, and you seemed to have totally tired yourself out by the end of it. It leaves you both in the ambience of 2 in the morning in the middle of New York, cab horns distantly honking, and some hoodlum's voice echoing up to the balcony. You both can't recall how long you stayed like that for.

Loki, who realizes why that is when he wakes up the next morning, neck sore and bent out of shape, sun penetrating his eyes he realizes the heat of another body is still wedged to his right. He blinks his eyes open, greeted with the sight of your head lolled on his chest, quietly snoring, and one leg thrown over both of his. He goes to brush a strand of hair away from your face before the balcony door comes dashing open, Tony with his iPhone camera in hand and pointed towards the two of you, cackling out snarks about how this is going to look so good on all of the lobby TVs downstairs.

Loki, who first goes to curse Stark, but bites his lip before he gently covers your ears as if you were a newborn fawn. And he doesn't complain about the videoing, he doesn't try to be brazen and pretend like it was some sort of misunderstanding, instead he hisses in response. "Lower your voice before you wake her!"

Loki, who, after chasing Stark off, allows you to wake on your own time, despite how uncomfortable he is in his current position. It's almost wordless when you do. You're surprised at first, and mutter out a quick apology before standing. Loki shakes his head, standing along with you. He goes to fumble some excuse as to how you both ended up in that position, but you interrupt him with a quick. "I should probably shower."

Loki, who allows you both to not mention it for weeks on end after it happened, despite Stark and Thor's relentless teasing on group dinner nights. You only give each other a shared annoyed glance before returning to your food.

Loki, who, almost a month later, shows up at your bedroom door near midnight. He's hunched over, hair messy, tied into a half-bun, in sweatpants for the first time ever, and just downright depraved looking. You allow him to speak first, and he offers you a shrug.

"Care to trade an ear for the night?"

Loki, who mopes for hours about Thor beating him in a game of tennis, somehow he managed to eventually find his head in your lap on your bed.

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serpentsdarling · 21 days ago

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Ditched

Your Valentine stood you up so Loki decides to take matters into his own hands.

Wordcount: 2674

Pairing: Loki x f!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, reader being clueless, surprises, hurt/comfort, Loki being a sweetheart

A/N: Very much 'if he wanted to he would'.

Dividers by the talented firefly-graphics.

Your feet carry you through the hallway with rapid strides when you get back to the tower. You need to get to your room. Hide from the embarrassment from today, forget what happened. Some tears already broke loose earlier, no doubt melting away the heavy layered mascara on your eyelashes. There were more threatening to spill down your cheeks as you quickened your pace.

“Y/n?” Loki calls out as you pass him in the hallway. A brief glance at the state of you right now is enough to set off alarm bells in his head.

You can’t stop though, by the time you’re at the door of your room you’re practically running. Shutting the door behind you, you collapse on the floor in front of your bed, leaning against the frame.

Dressed to the nines, sobbing because you got ditched isn’t how you thought today would go. No, actually you didn't get ditched, he didn't even show up - this guy who you had been dating casually - and he was the one who suggested going out today in the first place.

There’s a soft knock at your door and you know it’s Loki. He lets himself in, his posture apprehensive as he closes the door delicately.

“What happened?” His tone is gentle and cautious.

“He stood me up,” You sniff, wiping away the tears on your cheeks as you stare at the wall.

“He what?” Loki asks sharply. He knew you'd be going out for a date today as you babbled about it to him in excitement when the plans were made. And he was happy for you, truly, even if it stirred up feelings of jealousy.

“He said he had to ‘stay late at work’. I sat there like an idiot waiting for half an hour until he even remembered to let me know. I've never been so embarrassed in my life,” You burst into tears again and Loki’s eyes soften. “I’m terribly sorry, y/n,”

“The waitress asked me to give up the table three times and I kept telling her he’d be there,” You croak.

“No, that simply won’t do,” He says suddenly. The confusion is enough to make your crying quiet and draw your eyes to his face, meeting his gaze. “What?” Your voice sounds nasally as you question him. You really need a tissue.

“Fix your make up, I’m taking you out,” He commands, there’s barely any room for arguing but you don’t think he thought this through.

“Loki, I appreciate it but there's no way we'll get in anywhere without a reservation today,”

“I did not consider that- No matter, just get ready, I'll be back,” He says confidently before leaving your room in a hurry.

You have no idea what the God of Mischief is plotting but you get up from the floor and walk to your bathroom. Your cheeks redden as you see yourself in the mirror and realize that's what Loki saw. You look like a mess. Pathetic. No wonder he offered to take you out, he is actively pitying you.

You clip up your hair to keep it away from your face and wash off the ruined make up. Part of you wants to go to Loki and tell him not to bother. But what's the alternative? You spend the rest of the evening wallowing in self pity?

You were sure of one thing; you'd never see that guy again. And you and Loki are friends. Friends can spend Valentine's together. Right…?

Things could get complicated though. You realized a long time ago you had feelings for Loki that go way beyond friendship. As you never got any indication of Loki returning your feelings, you never made a move of letting him know about yours. But this could very well bring those feelings out more, make them stronger.

It's fine. Just two friends, hanging out and it happens to be V Day. You tried to calm yourself down as you reapplied your makeup.

Loki shows up to get you a little while later just as promised. He knocks on your door and you open it to reveal him standing there in an exquisitely tailored green suit, one of his arms placed behind his back.

“You look fancy,” You comment as you eye him up and down.

“I dress for the occasion,” He smirks proudly.

“Am I underdressed?” You look down at your clothes.

“No, darling, you look perfect,” He reassures you. Warmth spreads through your chest from the pet name and you’re pretty sure your cheeks are now tinged with a soft blush.

“I’m gonna change, give me a second,” You decide, slamming the door in his face.

“I suggest that little green number!” You hear him yell from the other side of the door as you walk to your closet. Your face feels like it’s on fire.

This is going to be a problem, isn’t it? Two minutes into your hang out and you’re already blushing and almost tripping over your feet as you pull off your clothes in a haste. You stare at the little green dress in your closet. If you wear that does it give off date vibes? Wait, is this a date? Surely not, he didn’t say it was a date. Besides he’s seen you in that dress at Stark’s parties so it’s not like it’s that weird if you wear it.

You open the door in your new outfit and notice Loki is still standing in the same pose as before, arm still behind his back. His eyes trail over you appreciatively.

“What’s with your arm?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Oh, that. Had you not slammed the door in my face, I would’ve been able to give it to you earlier,” He replies amused, moving his arm in front of him and holding out a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “Happy Valentine’s day, y/n,”

You’re pretty sure your feelings just skyrocketed. Oh yeah, this is going to be a mess. A big ‘unrequited love heartbreak;eating your feelings with ice cream’ mess. That’s a problem for later though, right now you’re going to enjoy whatever this is with Loki. Everything in due time.

“I… Thank you,” You say as you take the flowers. Loki intertwines your arms and leads you to one of the extra rooms in the tower.

“What are we doing- I mean where are we going?”

“You were right, we probably wouldn’t have gotten into a restaurant, therefore I brought a restaurant to us,” He grins as he opens the door revealing the set up. The usually empty room now has a table covered with a green napery in the middle of it, paired with two chairs. All around it’s lined with dozens of candles that cast a soft warm glow. And the big window stretching across the wall on the side gives you a stunning view of New York’s lit up skyscrapers.

“How did you…”

“A God has his ways, darling,” He smiles mysteriously. “After you,” He gestures to the room.

You walk in, plopping the bouquet into the vase on the table. He really thought of everything. The two of you take your seats and it turns out the evening’s surprises are far from over as a duplicate of Loki, dressed in a waiter outfit walks into the room.

“Good evening, I'll be your waiter for the day, my name is Loki. Can I get you started with drinks?” He says as he places menus in front of you. You cover your mouth to stop your laugh as your eyes shoot from Loki to his duplicate and back a few times.

“Now darling, that’s not very ladylike of you,” Loki scolds you playfully.

“My apologies,” You force down your laughter and turn to his duplicate. “Just water, please- thank you,” You order softly. Knowing of this particular power of Loki’s was much different than experiencing it first hand. It’s very resourceful though, you have to hand it to him.

“I'll have something stronger, scotch,” Even as he orders from his own duplicate his voice sounds absolutely sinful. You squeeze your thighs together as his husky voice washes over you. He’s going to be the death of you.

“Excellent choices, I’ll be right back with that,” The duplicate leaves the room.

“You are unbelievable,” You smile at Loki.

“So I’ve been told, however the tone in which it’s been said was much different,” He tilts his head returning your smile as he leans back in his seat. “I do hope you find someone who treats you better, y/n, he’s an idiot.” He adds.

“Yeah… That’s definitely done now,” You nod.

“Good, you deserve only the best,” He says sincerity taking over his voice.

You don’t know what to say to that but thankfully you are saved as the duplicate returns with a waiter platter. He even has a towel draped over his arm. You push back the giggles threatening to escape you. Yes, the whole thing is a bit silly but it’s also ridiculously sweet.

“Here you are,” The duplicate says as he places your water on the table. “And from the gentleman at the bar,” He adds, placing a glass of scotch by the water before he points to the wall behind you. You turn around in your seat only to be met with an illusion of a bar that definitely wasn’t there before. Another version of Loki sits there smiling at you. He is the picture of temptation as he winks at you before the illusion disappears in a green glow and you turn back to Loki.

“In case you change your mind,” Loki says softly then takes a sip of his scotch.

“And has the madam made a choice?” The duplicate prompts.

“Oh!” You hadn’t even looked at the menu yet. You open it and scan over the writing. It has the same dish written on it over and over and over. “There is one single thing on this menu.”

“Yes, Chef's dish… Rather remarkable if I do say so myself,” The duplicate smirks.

“Right, of course… I suppose I'll have the Chef's dish,” You laugh.

“Excellent choice! Chef will be elated!” The duplicate exclaims. It's getting increasingly difficult to not turn into a mess of giggles from Loki's theatrics.

“The same for me, thank you,” Loki says smoothly.

The duplicate gives the two of you a curt nod before he disappears out of the room again.

“Are you enjoying this?” You laugh, unable to keep it in, though you tried.

“Don’t lie and tell me it does not amuse you,” He replies smugly.

“Oh, quite the opposite,”

“That’s all I could hope for,”

The duplicate returns with your dishes and Loki and you dig into your meal. It’s absolutely delicious and you find out it's some Asgardian dish his mother used to secretly make for him, then eventually taught him how to make it so he cooked it himself today. Of course, he did. The god has no flaws apparently. Even his cooking is divine.

The two of you talk just like you normally do. About anything and everything. You laugh at the countless jokes he cracks and you even delve into telling embarrassing stories from previous dates and relationships. He teases you about your music taste insisting he will introduce you to better music and you roll your eyes playfully at him. You end up drinking that first glass of scotch and another and as the hours in Loki’s company fly by, you forget all about how you got stood up.

“Let's go up!” Loki suddenly suggests.

“Up? Up where?” You laugh at his sudden outburst.

“The roof!” He laughs too.

“What are we gonna do on the roof?! Tony doesn’t even like people going up there!” You protest incredulously.

“Forget Stark! Come on, let’s go!" He says.

When you stand up your feet meet the ground briefly before you are swooped up by Loki bridal style.

“What are you doing?!” You squeak.

“You take too long,” He offers as he carries you to the elevator. You peek up at him occasionally and one time catch a glimpse of a smirk. How does he look pretty from every angle?

He only puts you down when you’re actually on the roof. You try not to think about how much you liked being in his arms. How much you like him. You both lean on the railing, falling into a comfortable silence as you watch the stars. After awhile the cold starts to get to you and Loki notices your shivering. ‘The little green number’ as he called it does little to keep you warm.

“Are you cold?” He quirks an eyebrow at you as he turns his head to look at you.

“No,” You mutter.

He rolls his eyes and takes off his suit jacket draping it over your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace, pressing your back to his chest. For a moment you forget how to even breathe as butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Liar,” He says in a low whisper, the word sounding almost fond as he holds you close, fanning the flames of your desire.

“Is this a date?” You blurt out.

You feel his chest move as he chuckles. Oh, god. He’s laughing at you. You totally took this the wrong way, didn’t you? You stare ahead at the skyscrapers.

“Were you under the impression it wasn't?” He wonders when his laughter fades.

“Well I… don’t know,” You mumble. You honestly don’t know what to think. With a tendency to take things the wrong way but also miss social cues, you never knew how to assess situations.

He turns you around to face him. “Let me ease your doubts then,” His voice is all husky.

He pulls you closer to him by your hips and your breath hitches before he cups your cheeks and kisses you. In your mind simultaneously there’s fireworks going off around you and the world has stopped completely for a moment. His lips are soft and the way he’s kissing you is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. Forget butterflies in your stomach, it’s not even a zoo, whatever you’re feeling is like wildlife, raw and primal.

And then he runs his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance and you know you’re ruined for any other man. You pull him closer by his tie as your kiss becomes more heated. Eventually the two of you pull away to catch your breaths.

“Well… that happened,” You say your voice coming out slightly more high pitched than usual. Loki gives you a mirthful look.

“Sooooo… what are we?” You ask when he gives no indication of speaking anytime soon. It's a cliché question but necessary. You want things cleared up. You need things cleared up.

“Oh, you truly are clueless, aren’t you? I’ve been trying to court you for a year,”

“You what?!” The shock is evident on your face. How? When? What? …WHAT?

“And here I was thinking you were rejecting my advances!” He laughs heartily.

“WHEN DID YOU TRY TO COURT ME, LOKI?”

“Well there was that time when…” He goes off on a tangent of listing every single time he’s made a move. You feel like an idiot. Looking back, it’s so obvious.

“As for what we are, darling… Would you be my valentine, every day?”

You scrunch your face. “That is the most awful, over the top, overtly sweet thing I have ever heard fall from your lips…” You pause. “Absolutely, I will,” You grin.

He rubs his forehead as he gives you an exasperated but amused look.

“Better start planning next year’s Valentine’s day date, Mischief, gonna be hard to top this one,”

“Oh no, no, no, you’re planning the next one,” He smirks.

“No way, I’ve seen what you can do, you can’t expect me to-” He cuts you off with another kiss pulling you back into that bliss, making your head spin. “Alright.” You say once he pulls away.

“Alright?”

“Alright!”

A/N: Hope you liked your date with Loki, happy Valentine's x

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serpentsdarling · 10 months ago

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Burning Words - Loki X Reader

Summary: Loki is terrified to tell you that he loves you, but a whispered confession in the dark throws him for a loop.

Warnings: Pining. Some self deprecating thoughts. Otherwise pure fluff.

Words: 3.2k Exactly!

Joining in on the 14 Days of Valentines Event hosted by @muddyorbsblr!! This was supposed to be more crack, but after a rough week, we got ourselves a comforting Loki fic <3

Those three precious and meaningful words burned in Loki’s throat. Every day for months they threatened to bubble up from his chest and burst forth like a tidal wave he was happy to drown in. To scream his undying and relentless affection for you from the highest rooftops; to openly profess that you laid claim to his heart as much as he had yours.

I love you

Every little thing you did threatened to have the god bursting out declarations and weaving endless sonnets of adoration. From the way your hands were always dwarfed by his yet fit so perfectly together. How you always knew to give him that reassuring squeeze when his insecurities started to creep into his chest. And how you looked at him like he hung the sun, the moon, and the stars as if he didn’t commit gross atrocities to your home planet. But it was your endless patience, unconditional understanding, and constant reassurance that he was worthy that made his heart tumble from like to love.

Yet, as each day passed, those three words died on his tongue as soon as he gathered a fraction of nerve to confess. As soon as you looked at him with your wide eyes, filled with a reverence for him he could never begin to truly understand, all his resolve would falter. Every insecurity that ever flitted through his mind would instantly dissolve his confidence like salt in water, leaving him parched for your acceptance and praise. And each time you would quench his need like the oasis you were. Endlessly filling his cup and building up a king who would never receive a crown.

It tormented him every night.

And this night was no different. You laid nestled in his arms, holding him as if he was the one true anchor of your life. It was a fact that you always insisted on, one of many that Loki would playfully debate with you. But there was always an underlying subtext of self-doubt in his banter that would make you hold him that much tighter. Like your embrace could scare away his insecurities and doubts and each time, Loki would soak up your affection like a dry sponge.

Loki’s arms held you close, the steadiness of his heart beating in your ear easily lulling you to sleep. This part of the night was always the god’s favorite. Due to his…biology, he didn’t need as much sleep as you, his precious mortal. It was the perfect time to greedily bask in your warmth and press lingering kisses into your hair, whispering promises that tomorrow would be the day he finally tells you his heart’s secret. And every once and awhile, Loki would find himself in the peaceful place of almost slumber. A semi restful place devoid of nightmares and only the feeling of you.

I love you…

The words were spoken so softly, so quietly that at first, he thought that he might have dreamed it, but it was enough for Loki to shoot his eyes open. He looked down at you, and you seemed to still be sleeping. Is it possible? Loki wondered, Could you have said…?

“Darling…?” Loki carefully whispered, testing your wakefulness, “Did you say something?”

A shudder traveled through your body as his velvety voice caressed your ear, a reminder of the effect he had on you that had Loki smirking. Yet, your eyes remained closed.

The idea of fishing through your mind to see if it was a dream of you confessing your love to him or to your beloved cheesecake – or worse to a romantic interest that wasn’t him- was the god of mischief’s second approach. You had given him carte blanche to access your mind; a gift that still astonishes him to this day.

I trust you, Loki. I know you will only use it if you absolutely must. Sweet girl, you trusted him so much. More than what he deserved. And for a fleeting moment, there was a twinge of guilt as his hand glowing emerald with dancing seidr hovered above the crown of your head. But the need to know ultimately placed his hand on your skull. Years of magic threaded through the fibers of your brain and pulled at your recent memories. Loki stifled a groan when he did not find anything there. No dreams that remained and no clues about those sweet words that escaped your lips.

Perhaps I dreamed it, Loki thought to himself, but just as that thought passed through his mind, he steeled his resolved. Curiosity burned through him and drove him to give your shoulders a little shake.

“Darling?” He not so carefully whispered this time. The endearment coming out more like a hushed yell. Your jostling made you shuffle a bit, but you only snuggled in closer and let out a content sigh as your nose brushed against the pale skin of his chiseled chest. The little gesture made Loki’s heart swell, and he almost reconsidered his next move. Almost.

He shook you more forcefully this time, jolting you awake.

“Huh? What’s going on?” You looked around the still dark bedroom, bleary eyes finally focusing on Loki, “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”

Guilt instantly washed over him. “No, sweet girl, I am perfectly fine…” Heat flooded his face, praying to the Norns that you couldn’t see the blush you constantly teased him about, “You, uh, had said something. I was wondering….”

Loki chewed his lip as he looked down at you; the perfect being who patiently waited to hear the reason why you were woken from your sweet slumber without a hint of anger or resentment.

“I was wondering if you – if you – if you would care to repeat it?” Loki hated how small he sounded, but he needed to know.

You scrunched your nose in confusion, and Loki resisted the urge to bend down and kiss it, “Huh? I am sorry, Loki, but I don’t remember saying anything. Was I talking in my sleep?”

The sight of you sleepily letting out a little yawn and apologizing to him, even though he was the one that woke you, had those three words laying heavy on his tongue. Every bit of his heart screamed to simply speak the words to you, and he yearned even more for you to echo those words back to him.

“No,” Loki sighed, stroking your hair, “I must have been mistaken. Go back to sleep, Darling.” You smiled at him and leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth as if you knew what he longed to say. Like you could simply survive off the taste of the words on his lips until he felt ready to utter them.

Soon enough, you fell back asleep, and Loki was left alone to stew in his regret and confusion. If only he could hear you say those words again, he would know if they were truly for him…

The smell of fresh breakfast wafting into your shared bedroom had your nose twitching in anticipation, enough to draw you out of a restful sleep. Stretching out on the large bed, you only felt the softness of your sheets and not the firmness of your god. Your prince. Your love. A gleeful smile easily grew on your face as you realized he must have made you breakfast. The best meal of the day.

As if on cue, Loki burst into the bedroom with a beaming smile that mirrored your own, holding a tray with all your favorite breakfast goodies. When you saw the food, you immediately perked up, sitting up in bed, and your enthusiasm made Loki’s chest puff with pride. You always appreciated all the things he did for you, no matter how big or small, and he lived for the thrill of your joy.

“What have you brought me, my prince?” You chirped. The way you always called him ‘yours’ made his heart flutter endlessly.

“Breakfast in bed for, my princess.” Loki grinned back, placing the tray in your awaiting lap, “I recall that it is your favorite. I tried to include all of the things you enjoy….pancakes, eggs, fruit… a little bit of everything for you, Darling.”

“Oh!” Your cheeks flushed an adorable rosy color, making those three words ignite in his throat yet again, “This is wonderful, Loki! These are all my favorites! Thank you!”

Excitedly, you started to gobble down the delicious meal in front of you. Loki looked on with equal parts happiness and hesitance on his face.

“Do you like it?” He started, trying to choose his words carefully. You nodded your head eagerly, wiping a bit of syrup from the corner of your mouth making the god laugh.

“Yes, I like it! It’s amazing!” You quickly speared a piece of cantaloupe on your fork and popped it into your mouth as if to prove your point.

Loki looked down at his lap where his fingers played with a piece of lint that was on his loose hanging sweatpants, “But you don’t love it?” The crystal blue orbs that you adored so much did everything to avoid your eyes, but even without seeing you knew insecurity swam in them. A gentle hand covered his, the softness of your skin against his warrior calluses always serving as a stark reminder of how innocent you were and how monstrous.

“Oh, Loki, I love it.” As soon as the word left your honeyed lips, Loki’s eyes shot to yours. All he saw reflected at him was warmth and tenderness, a sense of home that he felt every time he looked at you. The way you spoke the word sounded familiar, like it could have been what you spoke in the night, yet it still wasn’t quite right. There was something….missing that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He leaned forward and kissed your lips, delighting how you immediately wrapped an arm around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair. With a playful tug of his tresses, you deepened the kiss. He groaned as he tasted the syrup that remained on your tongue- your taste, your essence, making it that much sweeter. Slowly, he pulled away, make sure to savor every drop of you.

“The sweetest treat there is.” He grinned.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was restoring. A perfect, lazy day entangled in each other’s arms. Your back was pressed against Loki’s chest and each of you held your individual books. The words flowed easily off the page as your eyes darted back and forth, but Loki found himself simply turning his pages for show while he quietly observed you. The little movements of your mouth as you silently spoke choice phrases, the gasps as you read something shocking, and the blood that rushed to your ears when you came upon a particularly erotic scene – all made Loki more entranced by you and more hopelessly in love.

“Darling?” He started carefully, much like this morning and the night before. You only hummed in response, still caught up in the story of your book.

“How long as it been since you spoke to your friend? The one you grew up with?”

That made you drop your book and look up at Loki in confusion, “It’s been a while. Why do you ask?”

You felt him shrug behind you before pretending to peek back at his book, “I just recall you enjoy speaking with them. Perhaps you should catch up sometime.” The comment was innocent, but it was enough to plant a seed in your mind. Sure enough, later in the day, you had picked up the phone to call your dear friend.

Loki stayed perched on the sofa, still pretending to read while you paced the room with your phone in hand and pressed to your ear. Fervently, you spoke to your longtime friend. The joy spilling from your lips making Loki’s mouth twitch at the corners. Every detail of your lives was shared, and laughter echoed all around the room. Loki would never tire of the sound of your laugh. Eventually, you said your goodbyes and turned to your lover with a content smile.

“I am so glad you reminded me to call them, Loki! It was great catching up.” But your smile faded as soon as you saw your prince’s frown. Quickly, you sat next to him on the couch and cupped his face with your hand.

“What’s wrong, Loki?”

Loki swallowed thickly, the sweet smell perfume bringing a fresh wave of butterflies to his stomach, “It is quite silly, really.”

You smiled so sweetly at him, it made his heart clench, “Try me.”

He avoided your eyes for the second time today, “You didn’t say you loved them when you said goodbye on your communication device. You always have before when you spoke to them. Is that…do you not care for your friend, anymore?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat, but you pulled Loki in close for a reassuring hug, “Oh, of course I love them! It must have slipped my mind.” You pulled away just enough, so you could press your forehead against his. The comfort from the closeness of your body and your mere presence brought him was already threatening to rip those three words straight from his chest once more.

“I’ll call them right now to tell them…” You tilted your head and left a lingering kiss on his forehead. The new agonizing ache in his heart lingering along with it.

Just as you said, you picked up your cell phone and called back your friend who immediately answered, as evident by your wide smile.

“Hey, I just forgot to tell you that I love you!” You smiled a bit wider as Loki guessed your friend repeated the sentiment back to you. The god tried to ignore the burning jealousy that started to well up within him when he heard you say those three words he so desperately wanted to say, so easily and to another no less. The only thing that gave him solace was the fact that much like this morning, this ‘I love you’ wasn’t the same he supposedly heard last night. Something was off about it. A missing puzzle piece he couldn’t quite solve.

The jealousy that coursed through his body and took a violent hold of his heart and his mind told him that you must have been dreaming of someone else. A person you pined for in secret when you were alone in your shared bed, awaiting Loki to join you in the late-night hours. Someone you desperately desired. Someone who was worthy of that desire.

“Loki, you have to tell me what’s wrong.” Loki hadn’t noticed that you hung up with your friend, only to join him back on the couch. The look of sincere concern almost had him cracking, but being stubborn as ever, he held fast.

“I am quite alright, Darling, I assure you.” He flashed you a tight-lipped smile that definitely didn’t reach his eyes. You gripped his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, reminding him of how you always knew when to comfort him. The ache in his heart grew tenfold, and he kept his eyes trained on his lap. Anything to avoid looking you in the eyes and facing the fact that you didn’t love him back.

“Loki…” The brokenness of your voice was the only reason why he lifted his head. Tears welled in the corner of your eyes and still, you gripped his hand like it was your lifeline, “You have been avoiding looking at me all afternoon. I know something is wrong. You tell me everything, Loki.”

You cupped Loki’s cheek with your free hand, and he leaned into the comfort of your palm, “Why won’t you tell me?”

Loki desperately wanted to tell you why he was acting so strangely. That he may have heard you whisper the words ‘I love you’ in the dark, and now it plagued his mind, and it was all he could think about. How he regretted not being able to confess his love for you every day for months on end due to his own cowardice and his own insecurities.

The tears in your eyes threatened to spill over when Loki didn’t answer you. The silence between you two was deafening and so different from the affectionate god you grew to love. Loki saw the wetness of your eyelashes, evidence of sorrow that should never be there, let alone placed there by him. Every day he vowed to be a source of happiness and comfort for you. A place of peace within the chaos like, you were to him. To be your home.

As soon as your first tear fell, the words tumbled from Loki’s mouth before he could stop them.

“I love you.”

Even though they were rushed from his mouth, each syllable conveyed endless promises of devotion and reverence. The promise that you were the treasure of his heart and something so precious that he would burn worlds to ensure your happiness.

A flurry of emotions swept across your face. At first, there was a look of confusion, then disbelief, and then pure joy.

“You, uh, what?”

Loki had imagined this moment for months, and the one thing he did not expect was to feel instant regret. The need to run away was overwhelming, and his heart hammered in his chest. He swallowed hard, looking away from you yet again.

“Please, don’t make me say it again.” The god that towered over many, the god who made the world kneel was only the frail fragment of an unsure boy.

Your hand never left his cheek, and your thumb rubbed the sharp edges of his cheekbones with soothing strokes. Tenderly, you coaxed his head to turn and for him to look at you once again.

“Please, Loki.” You leaned closer until your breath caressed his face with your pleading whispers, “Say it again.”

Tears began to brim his eyes as his ripped out his tortured heart and presented it to you. An offering to his goddess.

“I love you, Y/N.” The words were surer this time, but still breathless with the anxiety of your reply. A happy watery laugh bubbled up from your chest and your other hand was quick to now cup both sides of his face, ensuring that he wouldn’t turn away from you and hide.

“I love you too, Loki.”

It instantly was familiar. The tone. Each syllable. It was exactly like the sweet words that he thought were spoken last night. Loki quickly mirrored your happiness and was just as quick to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. Every movement of his mouth, every caress carried all the confessions of love that died on his lips and haunted him. The words flowed just as freely from you, as they did from him, and it was in that moment he realized why all of your other ‘I love you’s’ were not the same. Why the one spoken in the middle of the night, in his sweet embrace was so different.

That one was just for him.

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serpentsdarling · 1 year ago

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Loki One Shots!

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serpentsdarling · 1 year ago

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Surrender

Summary: Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a romantic, life changing experience.

No one tells you what to do when a). your soulmate is the homicidal maniac who led the successful takeover of your planet and made himself king and b). you kind of still want him anyway.

(Soulmate AU where Loki won)

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex, teasing, orgasm delay, sex, vaginal fingering.

A/N: look, I was intrigued by the idea of a Loki Wins AU and also a soulmate AU and this just sort of happened. I may write more of this concept because it gave me IDEAS. This is also available on AO3.

The mark on your wrist begins to burn the minute he walks into the room.

At first you think it’s a coincidence or a mistake—there are guards walking with him, perhaps it’s one of them. But then he flinches, his right hand going to his left wrist and your heart sinks to your knees. It could still be a coincidence, you tell yourself halfheartedly.

He scans the room and when his eyes land on you, it’s like the tumblers of a lock clicking into place and you know.

He’s much taller than you thought he was—that’s the only conscious and coherent thought you manage to have as he approaches you. Being the subject of his gaze is overwhelming in a way that you sort of expect, but it still makes you want to sit down and close your eyes. He looks you over, his gaze lingering briefly on your nametag from work.

“Show me your wrist,” he says.

You don’t think he’s using his powers, but you comply automatically, extending your arm toward him, wrist turned up. There’s a frisson of electricity that buzzes along the back of your hand when he touches it—if there were any remaining doubts about who he is and his relationship to you, that feeling surely puts them to rest. You know that he must have felt something too from the way he looks at you sharply, as though he thinks you’ve done something intentional to cause this. You can only hope that your wide eyed bewilderment convincingly conveys your innocence.

His expression betrays nothing as he examines the mark on your wrist, which is now glowing a bright gold that would be pretty if the circumstances were different.

It’s funny, you think. You’ve been waiting for this moment your entire life and all you can think is that you wish it wasn’t happening.

He releases your hand and looks at you in a calculating sort of way. “Come with me,” he says finally.

You do, of course. What other choice do you have?

The next several hours are a blur.

You are shuffled from place to place. Usually there is at least one guard—you’re not sure why. The idea of you being able to do any damage to him is laughable and escape doesn’t exactly seem like an option. Where could you go that he could not find you?

It’s a depressing thought; you try not to think much about it.

You know exactly when the news breaks because it coincides with your phone basically becoming unusable due to the flood of notifications, calls, and texts. You put it on airplane mode to compose a short message to your family and friends. Your reassurances feel a little trite given the circumstances: I’m fine, I’ll call when I can.

You can’t exactly type what you’re really thinking, which is more along the lines of I’ve just learned that my soulmate is the homicidal maniac who led the successful takeover of our planet. I’m doing about as well as you’d expect.

You turn airplane mode off long enough to send the email. Once it sends, you power down your phone. It doesn’t seem prudent to leave it on, at least not right now—right now, it only serves as a reminder of a life you know you’re going to have to leave behind and you’re not at all ready to confront that particular loss.

They eventually take you to what you assume are his rooms. You’re surprised by how traditional the decor is—you had expected a cold sort of minimalism, but there’s more wood and warm colors than you would have thought. You are informed that there are clothes for you in the closet; you nod and say nothing, though you wonder how they managed to pull an entire wardrobe together in the span of only a few hours. Magic, perhaps.

You are finally left alone, though you’re fairly certain that you would find guards stationed outside if you were to look.

You take one of the elegant velvet throws from the bed and wrap it tightly around yourself before settling on the couch next to the window. You’re not exactly cold, but it feels like a necessary armor between you and this unfamiliar place.

You stare out the window for a long time. You’re too high up to people watch and you’re not sure that you could handle that anyway—it would be yet another reminder of the fact that your life has changed in a massive, earth shaking way that you can’t even begin to understand. Instead, you stare at the tiny cars on the city streets below, snaking their way to destinations that feel so far out of your grasp that they might as well be on a different planet altogether.

It’s late when he finally shows up—so late that you’ve actually gotten ready for bed, donning one of the silk nightgowns that had been left for you. You can tell it’s more expensive than any sleepwear you’ve ever owned in your life. You’re just glad that it’s modest—you had half expected to find that all your pajamas were bustiers, thongs, and thigh highs in some sort of ill considered attempt to seduce you. But this is elegant and understated, with a matching robe that you cinch tightly around your waist.

You sit on the couch, the throw still wrapped snugly around you. He looks at you, the corner of his mouth curled up in a slight smirk.

“I hope you don’t intend to stay there the entire night,” he says.

“I hardly know you,” you say before you can even contemplate whether it’s wise.

He looks…amused isn’t quite the right word, but there’s a subtle tilt to the corner of his lips—not quite a smile, but maybe somewhere in the vicinity.

“Give it time,” he says, and something about that makes you shiver.

You intend to sleep on the couch, at least for these first few nights when everything still feels so raw and strange.

Or that was your plan, anyway.

Loki doesn’t say anything else as he prepares for bed and you stare resolutely at the window so as not to invite any more conversation or prompt any invitations to join him in bed. Eventually, the lights go out and you are left alone with your thoughts in the dark.

The room is much colder at night.

You’re not sure if it’s on purpose, though you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. Perhaps he likes it like this. Perhaps it’s to lure you to him, to tempt you into seeking out the warmth of his bed and body.

You pull the blanket more tightly around your shoulders. Eventually, you allow your eyes to drift shut.

You wake some time later in the middle of the night. The room feels even colder, the velvet of the throw and the silk of your nightgown and robe a scanty defense against the chill. You burrow against the couch cushions and it’s sort of bearable.

But you also have to pee.

You hold off for as long as you can, but you eventually summon the will to leave the couch and seek out the bathroom.

The bathroom is even colder—perhaps it’s all that glass and marble that makes the difference. You’re wearing your robe and you’ve still got the blanket wrapped around you, but your teeth are chattering by the time you wash your hands. You run the water as hot as you can stand, but it only does so much. If you were braver—if it wasn’t your first night here, you would run an extra hot shower and stay under the spray until your fingers and toes pruned and the chill was chased from your bones.

Instead, you hustle back to the couch, burrowing against the cushions, throw and robe wrapped tightly around you. But you still can’t seem to shake the cold. You huddle on the couch, shivering, trying to calm your body.

Time passes and you don’t grow any warmer. You wonder if you can steal another throw from the bed—surely he won’t miss one—when a voice speaks from the darkness.

“Come to bed,” Loki says.

You clear your throat. “What?”

“I can hear your teeth chattering from here. Come to bed and stop being absurd.”

You hesitate, staring into the dark. You consider the cold, the slight kink in your neck from the way you’ve been sleeping on the couch, the late hour, the way that sleep pulls at your eyes. A bed is appealing. Maybe more appealing than it should be.

You find yourself getting to your feet and slowly making your way across the room.

You pause on the other side of the bed—your side, you suppose, though calling it that still feels too intimate. You can just make him out in the dark.

“You’ll stay on your side,” you say, like making it a statement will make it so.

“Well, you hardly know me.” His voice is clipped, more bitter than you expect as he echoes your words from earlier.

You can’t help but scowl. “I’ve known you for less than twenty-four hours and it’s the middle of the night. I’m not doing this right now.”

He laughs. It’s sharp and brittle and unexpected, but it’s a laugh all the same, and something about that helps, if only a little.

You don’t say anything else as you climb into bed. You find that the blankets are warm—warmer than you expect—and heavy. There’s a part of you that expects yourself to be too nervous and on edge to fully relax, but the coziness of the blankets piled around you is oddly calming, even with Loki mere inches away. You hunker down underneath the blankets, situating yourself on the pillows.

He doesn’t say anything and it’s not long until his breathing becomes steady and even.

And after a while, yours does, too.

Consciousness creeps up on you slowly the next morning, a far cry from the jarring alarm on your phone that usually disrupts your slumber. You are warm and cozy, cocooned in the blankets, safe from all of the bullshit that had happened yesterday.

It’s such a peaceful, easy awakening that it takes you a moment to realize that you aren’t alone.

It takes another moment for you to realize that your cheek is pressed against Loki’s chest. And to make matters worse, not only are your arms wrapped around his him, your right leg is also flung across his waist, like you can’t bear to be parted from him for even a moment.

But before the panic sets in, there is a barely perceptible moment where your body just enjoys the feeling of being pressed against him. It’s quick and you’d deny it if asked, but the rush that you get from giving into the pull of your soulbond for even that brief moment is nothing short of incredible.

But it’s just a moment and your mind quickly turns to the matter of extracting yourself without drawing his notice. Ideally, he’ll just stay asleep and you won’t have to deal with any awkward fallout. If you move very slowly and carefully, perhaps he won’t notice.

You carefully start to move your leg from his waist.

“To be clear, you’re on my side of the bed,” he says.

God fucking dammit.

You abandon all subtlety and quickly peel yourself away from him.

“I must have rolled over in my sleep,” you say, incredibly conscious of how stupid that sounds.

He smirks, which is somehow worse than if he’d said anything.

“It won’t happen again,” you say.

It does.

This is your new routine: you start every evening on the couch, wrapped up in your robe and throw. You wake some time in the night, teeth chattering. Sometimes, Loki will tell you to come to bed. Other times, you quietly give up and slip under the covers on your side of the bed.

But every morning without fail, you wake tangled around him.

Sometimes, he’s spooned up behind you; more often, though, you’re the one clinging to him. It’s as though your body has a homing device that leads you over to his side of the bed in your sleep, dutifully ignoring all of your stern warnings about who stays where.

The worst part of it is that you’re fighting your own instincts. On a very basic, physical level, you yearn to be close to him. There’s a part of you that revels in these unintentional moments of closeness, that wants to allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of him, to allow him to put his hands on your body, for you to put your hands on him.

The fact that he wakes up noticeably hard most mornings does not make this any easier.

This is a problem that you’re not entirely sure how to solve and the second week in, your desire for information finally outweighs your desire to avoid social media and the deluge of emails and texts that you know are waiting for you on your phone.

You turn your phone back on and immediately delete all of your social media apps. You don’t know what they’re saying about you and you don’t care to. You turn off all of your notifications, even the little number icons that show you how many unread emails and texts that you have. You want absolutely no distractions.

You open a private browser window and pull up Google.

Newly connected soulbonds are the hormonal equivalent of pouring out a bunch of gasoline and striking a match. Soulbonds are intended to be consummated. You know this. There are people who wait it out for one reason or another, but that’s very much the exception—it’s a physical and emotional test of endurance. And you’re beginning to understand why.

The internet is not very helpful. You already know what happens when you don’t consummate a soulbond promptly—increased arousal, restlessness, vivid dreams, and so on as time goes on. You’re more interested in mitigation. You find a few blogs that have entirely irrelevant suggestions like cuddling on the couch or holding hands. “While you’re waiting for intercourse, why not try some outercourse?” one post muses with a level of earnestness that causes you to immediately turn off your phone and fling it across the room.

You’re going to have sex with him at some point. That’s inevitable. On a very basic level, you want him—it’s more or less coded into your DNA. But that is at odds with the reality of who he is and what he’s done. It might feel good to wake up tangled around him, but it only takes a minute to remember the battle of New York and it nearly extinguishes the desire burning within you.

But only nearly and only for now.

The third week is when things start getting increasingly difficult.

Loki seems content to wait things out. You can feel the burn of his gaze on you, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t prod.

You, on the other hand, find yourself slipping into a heightened state of arousal that is becoming impossible to ignore. Midway through the week, you finally give in and try touching yourself in the shower in the hope of some relief and you come so quickly and so hard that you have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out and your legs very nearly buckle from the force of it. A few twitches of your fingers has you sprawled on the shower floor and coming again, harder than before. You repeat this trick a few times but even as strong as it is, it doesn’t really help—you’re back to where you started within minutes.

Worse though, is the fact that it’s his face that you see when you come. Every. Single. Time. You imagine him over you, his gaze dark and intent as he watches you come; slack jawed and hissing in pleasure as he pushes into you; growling in approval and impatience as you take his cock into your mouth. The images come entirely unbidden and stick in the forefront of your thoughts like a burr clinging to wool.

When you see him later that afternoon, his gaze lands on you in such a way that it feels like he knows everything you’ve done and everything you’ve seen, from that moment in the shower to the shameful thoughts you had as you came.

The dreams start shortly after, and they are objectively worse.

The dreams are far more vivid than just images. In the dreams, he’s touching you, coaxing you to peaks you could never have imagined, pressing into you, taking you hard and fast and achingly slow and everything in between. The dreams leave you out of breath and shaky, aching for a touch that you know that you should not want, but do with every fiber of your being. By some miracle, they only seem to occur while you are on the couch and not when you’re in bed, but that luck won’t hold forever.

Perhaps more importantly, you know it’s only a matter of time before you give in. Deep down, you’ve known this from the moment the mark on your wrist started to burn. Your resistance is eroding like a sandcastle at high tide and it’s only a matter of time before you crumble.

But not yet. Not yet.

Five weeks after your arrival, you wake sweating and out of breath from another dream.

You take a few deep breaths. It was similar to the ones you’d had before. Thinking about the details makes your core ache and your clit throb so you try to keep them out of your mind.

You’re half surprised that you’re not tangled around Loki, given the content and subject of your dream, but that makes sense when you realize he’s not in bed. Instead, he sits on the couch, staring into the middle distance. Perhaps he is struggling with the same kinds of dreams.

The idea of you making Loki too hot and bothered to sleep is more appealing than you’d like to admit. You hastily dismiss the thought before it can bring any more heat to your already too warm skin or add more fuel to the flickering desire that seems to have settled permanently in the cradle of your hips.

You slip out of bed and go to the window, folding your arms across your stomach as you stare out at the sleeping city.

“You were calling out in your sleep.”

More heat prickles at your skin.

“Hm,” you say, trying your best to sound casual.

“What were you dreaming of?” he asks.

He’s only asking because he already knows the answer. You know this. But the lie still slips from your lips: “I don’t remember.”

He laughs, a quiet and dangerous sound that stokes the fire in your belly. “Have you forgotten, darling, that I am the god of lies?”

You can hear him walking toward you, but you keep your back turned. Has the room always been this warm?

He waits until he is directly behind you to speak again. “Will you lie again when I ask if you were dreaming of me?” His voice is so close, full of depth and a little husky.

“You flatter yourself,” you say.

You can hear the smirk in his voice, feel the whisper of his breath on your neck. “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” He pauses for a moment. “But you were calling out for me.”

Your lips are dry. You want to deny it, but it feels useless. Worst case scenario, he’s still mostly right: you were dreaming of him and you can’t even really deny crying out for him because you were asleep and you don’t know for sure.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he continues. His voice drops. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He pauses. “Or I see myself between your legs, worshiping you with my mouth, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart is pounding and every nerve in your body feels as though it’s connected directly to your clit. You are warm—too warm—and you can feel your pulse pounding in your throat.

“What were you dreaming of?” he continues, his voice barely a murmur.

“Nothing,” you say.

He clicks his tongue. “Try again, darling.”

You say nothing and after a moment of silence, he seems to decide that it’s time to switch strategies.

“You must be so wet,” he murmurs, his tone low and soothing.

Your stomach and your cunt clench. If he starts talking dirty to you, it’s over.

“We’re not meant to go this long like this,” he says. “We both know that. It’s been five weeks. Your poor cunt is probably aching for me, just as I ache for you.”

Your breath is coming in shaky gasps. You need him. You can feel your resolve starting to slip.

“Yield to me.” His voice is rough with wanting, like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, darling, let me ease that ache. Yield and I will give you everything.”

You draw in a shaking breath and slowly turn to face him. He’s looking at you with an intensity that you expect, but it takes your breath away nonetheless.

The remnants of your resistance are lost to the wave of him and the only thing that’s left in its place is a raw need like you’ve never experienced before.

You don’t know what to say, so in the end, you settle for his name. Just his name, said quietly with all the desperation and longing that has been making your life hell these past few weeks.

You get a glimpse of the fire in his eyes before he’s on you.

There’s nothing gentle about this kiss. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of each other for too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. You end up pressed against the wall next to the window, your leg wrapped around his waist, his hand supporting your thigh. He presses his hips against you and you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hard cock dragging against your swollen, sensitive clit. He draws back slightly to look at your face as he slowly grinds his hips against yours, his free hand moving to palm your breast over the silk of your nightgown.

You moan again, your head dropping back against the wall. The soft, slippery friction of the silk of your nightgown against your nipple and the soaked lace of your underwear rubbing against your clit is enough to make you go cross eyed, a slow tease that only fans the burning embers within you. Your body is overheated and too tense, but Loki is blessedly cool in a way that somehow both soothes and inflames.

“You’re drenched. I can already feel that,” he says, his voice thick with desire as he moves against you. “I could make you come like this.”

You whimper, rocking your hips back against him. “Please.”

He shakes his head. “Another time. Tonight I want to feel you when you come.” He drops his hand from your breast, trailing down your stomach and moving in between your legs. His fingers slip beneath your underwear, and you let out a needy whine as he strokes the slick folds of your sex. “Is this all for me?” he asks, his voice slipping into a low growl.

You barely manage a breathy affirmative.

“Sweet thing.” His thumb rolls over your clit as he slides one finger into you, and your back arches automatically, your breasts jutting out. “We’re going to have to do something about this, aren’t we?”

“Please,” you breathe.

“How can I resist such a sweet plea?” he says, sliding another finger into you and curling it just so. “Or such a wet and needy cunt?”

“Don’t stop,” you say.

“I ought to make you beg me for it after everything you put me through.” His eyes darken as his thumb presses against your clit and you moan. “But perhaps I can be generous. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod, slack jawed and panting.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” he murmurs. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper, your hips rocking.

“Say it,” he says, stroking your clit.

“I need to come,” you moan.

“A good start,” he says, his voice a stern purr. “But not quite what I asked, my love. Try again.”

A twinge of irritation manages to work its way to the forefront of your mind. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly in a state to be playing twenty questions.”

His eyes light up with a predatory gleam that heralds the arrival of something that you know will end enjoyably for you.

“Oh, darling, that attitude won’t do at all.” His fingers are immediately and conspicuously absent and you very nearly cry out in frustration. But before you can, he is sweeping you into his arms and making the journey to the bed in several long strides. He sets you gently on the bed and looms over you, green eyes flashing as his hands stroke up your thighs. You lift your hips and he pulls your underwear off, tossing it to the side.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” His voice is a growl. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to come.” You know it’s the wrong answer, but this particular game of cat and mouse and the predatory gleam in Loki’s eyes are making you even wetter and god, you need him.

His eyes flash with a barely concealed delight. “Try again.”

You spread your legs rather conspicuously, hiking your nightgown up to your waist. “I need to come.”

He’s looking at you intently, lips slightly parted. “You’re trying to distract me with that pretty cunt, you wicked thing.”

“Is it working?” you ask.

He lowers his head to kiss the inside of your left knee. “It would work much better if you answered me properly and told me everything you need.”

You think you have an idea of what he wants to hear, but you’re not quite ready to give up the game yet. Instead, you pull your nightgown up and over your head and toss it to the side. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, his gaze lingering on your breasts and trailing down to the apex of your spread legs. You wonder what it would take to make him lose control, to take you in the way that you both need.The thought sends another flood of heat to your aching core.

You lick your lips. “Will you make me come, Loki?”

Another wolfish grin. “Closer. But not quite. Try again.”

You let your hand slide down your stomach and between your legs and you part your sopping folds so he can see the full extent of what he’s done to you—every dripping inch. The look he’s giving you now only heightens the feeling.

“Should I make myself come?” you ask and you’re immediately rewarded with an almost feral look and a sharp smack to your ass.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls.

You put on your most innocent expression, even as his visible hunger makes you ache. “I thought you’d like seeing me touch myself.”

“Oh, there will be time for that later,” he says, his eyes still dark. “I’m particularly interested in seeing what prompted those intriguing little noises I kept hearing while you were in the shower. But every tremor of pleasure that wracks your body tonight will be from me alone. Now,” his eyes glitter and his hand replaces yours on your cunt, his long fingers spreading you open, but not touching you, his expression rapt with undisguised greed, “tell me what you need.”

Your capacity to tease and resist him was well and truly exceeded when he smacked your ass and was further obliterated by the monologue he just delivered. “I need you to make me come, Loki. I need you so bad.”

His smile is filled with dark promises and a hunger that you have every interest in sating several times over.

“Good girl,” he says.

And his fingers slide back into you as his mouth envelopes your aching clit.

You moan as your hips lift and your hands tangle in his hair. He mumbles something that sounds like “perfect” against your clit, first teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers have found that soft, aching spot inside of you and he presses against it in slow, firm thrusts that make you tremble.

You initially think that you’ll be quite quick to come because you’re already so wound up, but Loki seems determined to find the edge and keep you there for as long as possible—and he’s really, really good at it. He falls into a rhythm where his tongue strokes your clit once, twice, three times and withdraws; his fingers pick up the thread, stroking your walls once, twice, three times and withdrawing, only for his tongue to resume where he left off. In this way, he keeps you balanced on the edge in a perfect kind of torture. It feels so good, but it’s not quite enough to get you there just yet.

You make liberal use of his name—it’s a plea, a curse, a benediction, a moan, a sigh. Instinctively, you know that he likes this, but it’s not enough to distract him into letting you fall even a moment before he wants you to.

The ache that’s been building in your hips for the last couple weeks is growing, burning bright and warm. Your body feels electric in the best way, your nerves humming and buzzing and straining for release.

“Loki,” you moan, partly as encouragement and partly because you want him so badly.

You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release.

So close.

“Loki, please,” you moan, truly desperate now. “Please let me come. Make me yours—”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or pure coincidence, but in that moment, he shifts his rhythm so that his mouth and fingers are no longer alternating, but are instead moving in sync. And this is what you need to tip you over, to allow that wave to finally, finally crest and then break.

Your orgasm hits you hard, pulling a loud moan from deep within your chest and making your entire body quake. Sparklers are dancing along your veins, champagne bubbles fizzing along your muscles, stars bursting behind your eyes. You have never felt anything like this before—you are satisfied but also aching for more, falling apart and being remade over and over again.

It’s only when you’re decidedly in the blissful wave of the aftershocks that he dares to lift his head and he looks you over like you’re something wonderful. Before you can raise your hands to reach for him, he’s crawling up to you, claiming your mouth in a kiss that feels deeper than the ocean.

He slides his hand in between your legs and you whimper, shivering at the sensation of his thumb stroking your sensitive clit. But somehow, he finds that particular angle and pressure that’s just enough, but not too much. You moan and he slides a finger back into you, rolling in the same rhythm as his thumb on your clit.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Keep going for me, darling. I want to watch you come this time.” His voice is so firm and authoritative and it strikes sparks up and down your spine.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your hips rocking with his hand.

“You’re doing so well getting ready for me,” he purrs. He lowers his voice to a rough growl. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over my cock like the wicked, filthy girl that you are.”

It’s the combination of his words and his voice and his perfect hands that does it this time. A rolling, fluttering shudder fizzes through your body, building to a peak that has you letting out a guttural moan as you clench around his thrusting fingers.

“Yes, that’s it,” Loki says as he watches you through hooded eyes. “You are gorgeous when you come undone.”

He kisses you slowly, fingers moving steadily until the final shudder rolls through you.

Somehow, through all of this, he’s remained fully clothed. There’s an aspect to this that’s appealing—it makes everything feel particularly decadent and a little forbidden—but your palms are practically itching with your need to touch him. You need him inside you, but you also need him close, bare skin on bare skin.

Your hands sneak under his shirt and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel the heat of his skin underneath your palms. You tug his shirt off him and make quick work of his pants before drawing back to look at him.

He looks like art. It’s a silly thought, but there’s some truth to it—there’s an almost ethereal quality in the sharp angles of his face and the elegant symmetry of his musculature.

Your gaze drifts down to his cock. He’s long, thick, and hard, the tip flushed and slick with pre-come. An ache courses through you—something about seeing the full evidence of his arousal makes everything seem more real, makes you want him with renewed ferocity.

You want to touch him and so you do, your fingers curling around his shaft.

“Can you feel how much I need you?” he asks as you stroke him slowly. He is remarkably composed, though you catch the slight hitch in his breath and it sends a thrill through you.

“Will you show me?” you ask.

“Every day,” he says.

It’s an answer you’re not expecting. You were speaking strictly in the immediate, physical sense. This feels deeper, more meaningful. You’re not quite sure what to say, so you kiss him and he kisses you back with an intensity and thoroughness that makes your toes curl.

He rolls over you, his body covering yours. It’s almost overwhelming how good his bare skin feels against yours. You take his cock in your hand again and stroke him, slowly rubbing the tip from your clit to your entrance, coating him in your slick.

You expect him to just push forward when you guide him to your entrance and you’re almost disappointed that he doesn’t—you’ve both waited so long for this and your need for him is burning inside you like an inferno.

But instead he pauses, his eyes locked with yours.

“Will you have me?” he asks. There’s vulnerability in the question, a softness in his green eyes that you don’t expect. It feels like a loaded question, though not necessarily in a bad way.

You don’t hesitate. “Yes,” you breathe.

Something like relief flashes briefly in his eyes before he leans in and kisses you. You tilt your hips up again and this time, you feel the blunt head of his cock slowly press into your waiting warmth.

You’d read people describing first times with their soulmates and it had always sounded so hyperbolic and silly. They’d throw around words like euphoric and transcendent and all you could do was try not to roll your eyes.

But the moment Loki is fully seated inside you, you finally get it. Every overwrought, overused cliché seems to occur to you all at once—puzzle pieces falling into place and locks and keys and halves made whole and all that bullshit—and it all makes sense in a way that it hadn’t before.

Loki’s eyes are stormy above you, to the point that you think you may have angered him, but then he kisses you with a ferocity and possessiveness that steals your breath and makes you tighten around him.

“Mine,” he growls against your lips. “Mine.”

There’s a lot of emotion in that word. There’s history in that word. It’s the sort of thing that the two of you will probably need to unpack later. For now, though, you wrap your legs around him and meet his demanding, hungry kisses with your own.

“I’m yours,” you murmur against his lips. “Take me.”

You expect him to respond to that plea with a frantic pace. But instead, his first thrusts are slow, like he’s savoring it. Your body yields to him instinctively, your muscles drawing him in and then tightening further as he withdraws. You are so slick, so ready for him that it almost feels a little obscene.

“You are exquisite,” he rasps as he sinks into you, his head bowing to kiss and nip at your neck. “I have been aching for you.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

You’re not entirely sure what you’re asking for—more of this, more of him—but he seems to know anyway. He kisses you deeply as you wrap your legs around his waist, rolling your hips up to meet his.

In one fluid motion, he rolls you over so that you are on top. He looks up at you, an irrepressible smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

“Go on,” he says, his voice low. “I want to see you take your pleasure from me. Claim your throne, my love.”

A shiver works its way up your spine. This is a man who single-handedly conquered the entire planet and he’s telling you he wants you to ride his cock until you come. It is raw and sexy and undeniably hot and the way he’s looking up at you makes you feel beautiful and powerful.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on the mattress, tilting your pelvis until you find the right angle, the one that makes your stomach tighten and your breath stutter.

A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. “Right there?”

You let out a shaky breath and rock your hips. “Yeah.”

It takes a moment for you to find your rhythm, but you find that you want—or perhaps need—to go slow and steady. Loki watches you, his hips rocking with yours as he lets you set the pace, his hands sliding from your hips to your breasts and back again, like he can’t get enough. His gaze is intent and intense and you get the sense that he’s cataloging every movement, every gasp or sigh, furrowed brow or bitten lip.

The coil in your hips is starting to wind tighter and you know it won’t be long.

As though he knows, Loki slides a hand down your body, palm gently pressing against your lower stomach. A fantastic pressure begins to blossom in your hips and you whimper.

“You’re doing so well,” he purrs. “So tight and wet. You’re perfect.”

“Getting close,” you breathe.

“I know, I can feel you,” he says.

You’re at a point somewhere beyond words, riding that wave, chasing bliss that you can almost feel. A choked whimper falls from your lips.

“That’s it,” rasps Loki. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.” He flicks his thumb against your clit and you completely unravel.

It was good the first two times, but having him inside you as you come sends you to another plane of existence entirely. Your orgasm seems extended, the feeling of his cock against the spasming muscles of your cunt creating more even rippling pleasure. And the noise that he makes, the filthy praise that falls from his lips, the way that his fingertips dig into your hips just makes it all better.

He rolls you over onto your back just as you’re starting to feel boneless, and pulls you into a deep kiss. He thrusts into you, a little faster than the pace you had set, but still slow and steady.

“I want to feel you come again,” he breathes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this, how good you feel?”

You shudder as his cock drags again against that spot inside you. He repeats the motion and you keen, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“That’s it,” he rasps, bringing your leg up over his hip to press even more deeply inside of you. “Come on, darling. Let me feel you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, meeting his hungry, demanding kiss with your own. You roll your hips with his, chasing the flickers of bliss that he’s steadily stoking to an inferno once more.

“Please,” you mumble against his lips. “Need you. Please.”

He groans and increases his pace just enough to make you whimper. The desire inside of you is catching fire.

“I…fuck, I—” Your hands are gripping his shoulders, your body shaking as you approach your end.

Loki’s eyes are wild, his teeth bared. You can tell that he’s close, that he’s chasing the same incredible feeling that you are.

“I want you to come for me,” he grits out. “And the second I feel your tight cunt start to tremble around me, I’m going to come inside you.

You moan, fingernails digging into his shoulders. You are unbearably close.

“Do you want that, darling?” he says. “Do you want me to come inside you? Do you want your perfect cunt filled with my seed?”

You are almost beyond words, but not quite: “Yes. Please.”

Despite how close he is, he still gives the impression of being entirely in control. He lowers his head so that his lips graze yours and his eyes are all that you can see. “Then come for me,” he says.

Two more deadly smooth rolls of his hips and you do. A guttural, plaintive sound falls from your lips as your whole body trembles with the force of your orgasm, your cunt squeezing around the girth of his cock. He groans, mumbling something in a language you don’t recognize before he, too, starts to unravel.

His face is rapturous when he comes, his head tipping back and his mouth falling open, brow furrowing. If you weren’t so distracted with the rippling shocks of your own pleasure, you would try to commit it to memory. Instead, you simply try to enjoy the feeling of him emptying himself inside of you, the stuttering thrust of his hips, the soft groan that falls from his lips. Finally he stills, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. You can feel his heart pounding against yours.

You feel…it’s not different, exactly, but there’s a kind of ease and connection that just feels right. The restless ache inside of you is finally quiet and you feel loose and languid and pleasantly sleepy.

Finding your soulmate isn’t necessarily the same as falling in love. Sometimes it all happens in the moment. Sometimes it’s years in between.

For you, though, you can pinpoint the exact moment that seed was planted: Loki raising his head to look at you, his hand curled against your cheek. His gaze is careful, reverent, like you are as warm and golden as the dawn just barely beginning to streak the morning sky.

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serpentsdarling · 2 years ago

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Liquid Courage (Loki x Female Reader One Shot)

This one shot was inspired by a post from @mochie85 and a song she loves. After listening to "Half Crazy" by Juslisen, I knew I had to write this story!!!

4.6k words

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of a drunken hookup, excessive drinking, jealousy, and unrequited love

Contains angst, slight fluff, and mentions of sex.

“Whoa, slow down killer.”

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you downed the third shot of the night without a second thought. All you wanted to do was forget for just one night. As if she knew exactly what was going through your mind, Natasha put herself between you and the broody god at the opposite end of the bar.

“Does this have anything to do with a certain cranky Asgardian prince? We’ve all noticed that the besties haven’t been on the best of terms lately. What are you two fighting about now?”

After chasing the shot with a large swig of your mixed drink, you winced slightly as the burn made its way through your chest. It still didn’t do much to sooth the ache that you felt inside. With a sigh, you finally voiced the one thing that hadn’t left your thoughts in weeks.

“I wish it was just a simple fight. This is so much worse.”

Watching her brows furrow with concern, you took a deep breath and forced the words out.

“He and I… we uh… we hooked up, Nat…”

The words were enough to make the trained spy sputter on her drink. Not much shocked her anymore, but that revelation was certainly enough to catch her off guard.

“The music in here is a little loud tonight. I’m going to need you to repeat that again.”

Pouring yourself another shot from the bottle you swiped from behind the bar, you refused to meet her eyes, knowing the sight of him was right over her shoulder. The way he was burning a hole right through you with his intense stare made you wonder if he had heard your confession.

“We both know you heard me, Romanoff. I won’t say it again.”

“Alright… wow… so you slept with your best friend who you have been madly in love with for ages. I take it things didn’t go well? Was the sex horrible or what?”

You didn’t say a word causing her to study you and approach it at another angle.

“Spill it babe. I need some details here.”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How can you not know if the sex was good or not?”

Finally meeting her eyes, you bit your lip and darted your eyes over her shoulder to the man in question who was staring at the glass in front of him.

“I don’t know because I don’t remember, alright! It’s just flashes in my mind. We were hanging out in the common room passing a bottle of tequila back and forth and at some point the conversation shifted to not so family friendly topics. I told him about my dry spell, explained what exactly a dry spell was, and then I briefly recall him saying something to the extent of offering to end said dry spell. After that it’s kind of fuzzy. Heavy petting and making out in the floor in front of the couch turned into something more and then I don’t remember anything else until the next morning.”

Natasha took the bottle from you and poured her own shot.

“Based on the way things have been since then, it wasn’t a pleasant morning after?”

The memory of the next day caused your vision to blur and you quickly looked down to compose yourself.

“Something like that… As if it wasn’t awkward enough, he called it a mistake. I’ve wondered for years what it would be like to wake up beside him and Lohk immediately regrets it…”

Feeling his gaze on you once again, you turned to face the mirror behind the bar and wiped away the few tears that had fallen. You locked eyes with her in the reflection as she rubbed you back to comfort you with tears of her own.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

Throwing on a fake smile, you tried to lighten the mood.

“I mean, I shouldn’t have been surprised. I see the parade of woman that come and go from his room all the time and the walks of shame to the elevator the morning after. I just never thought I would be one of them, you know? That’s what I get for crossing that line. He and I have barely spoken two words to each other since then. Part of me wishes I could go back and stop it from happening. At least then I would still have my best friend… It’s kind of poetic in a way though. My one chance of knowing what it’s like to be the one he desires, and I was too drunk to remember any of it. It’s like all of the heartache without any of the fun first.”

Downing one more shot first, Natasha grabbed your hand and began to drag you towards the dance floor.

“You and I are going to move to the music until you forget all about him, babe. If you end up finding someone new, even better!”

Loki knew coming to Stark’s party tonight was a bad choice. It was the longest he had been in the same room with you since that fateful morning. The look on your face haunted him. It didn’t matter what he was doing, day or night. The sight of your heart breaking right in front of him had changed something inside of him. The sexy and confident woman he had always admired was gone in an instant and he was now staring at someone who could only be described as insecure and dangerously vulnerable. The darkness inside of him had taken that from him too. More than anything though… he missed his best friend. In the days since, he had wished with all of his might that he could take it back. He had seen lovers make a quick escape, but the way you rushed from his bed was some sort of record. He hadn’t even had a chance to wrap the sheet around his waist and follow after you before you were throwing on your clothes and making a mad dash for the door. In his heart, he knew the sound of a sob broke free just before you slammed the door closed behind you.

The feel of someone approaching him on his right caused him to snap out of his thoughts. He looked up to find a mischievous smirk on her face before she swiped his glass from him and downed the amber liquid in a single swallow.

“Romanoff. You owe me a drink.”

“Please. You’ve been nursing the same one for a long while now. We both know I did you a favor and I’m about to do you another one.”

Taking a seat beside him, she leaned against the bar and narrowed her eyes as she studied him. Mirroring her position, he returned the expression in a challenge.

“Is that so? Do tell.”

Loki wasn’t in the mood to deal with her games tonight. In this moment, he made the decision to hear her out and then make his leave. There wasn’t a single Midgardian liquor that could numb his pain right now and the flask of Asgardian mead stashed away in his chambers was calling to him.

“I am… It’s come to my attention that you and a certain someone recently indulged in a little bedsheet tango together.”

While he didn’t quite understand her reference, it was enough to hint at the true topic and he didn’t want any part of it.

“I do believe that isn’t any of your business, Agent.”

She grabbed the bottle from behind the bar and refilled his glass.

“Oh, it’s not. I just wanted to let you know that she appears to be moving on just fine, so I suggest that you do the same.”

With the glass delicately grasped between her fingers, she used it to point over his shoulder towards something behind him. Rolling his eyes in disinterest first, he humored her and turned in his seat to acknowledge whatever she was smirking at just out of his line of sight. The scene before him caused his fists to clench as a surge of rage flooded his system.

Over the music, he could just make out the sound of your laughter now that he was focused on it. On the edge of the dance floor before him, a faceless piece of trash had you wrapped up in his arms as the two of you were very suggestively grinding against each other to the beat of the song. When the stranger’s hands slid down to settle on your hips in the skin tight dress you had worn tonight, that was several inches shorter than he was comfortable with, he braced himself against the edge of the bar as his hands started to shake. Loki’s breaking point came when your arms came up to weave through the man’s hair at the base of his neck while he leaned down and left a trail of kisses along your neck, causing your laugh to turn into a seductive giggle. The memory of you doing the same thing to him during your night together fueled the fire inside of him.

With one smooth motion, the angry god was on his feet and swiping the glass back from the red head beside him. Her smirk turned into a full blown grin as he threw back the drink and slammed the now empty glass down on the surface with enough force to break it.

“If you’ll excuse me…”

Natasha waited until he was just out of ear shot before she let her laughter slip out.

“You and your jealous streak, Laufeyson… So very predictable!”

Just when you were about to turn to face your sexy stranger, his body quickly pulled away from yours. The suddenness of it caused you to fall backwards until it landed against a firm surface, preventing you from being laid out on your butt.

“Time to go, Pet…”

That sultry voice would always do sinful things to you. It took you a second to register that it was located just beside your ear, and you swung around to find yourself face to face with Loki himself. Your eyes darted to the shocked and slightly scared guy on the ground beside him and it was now your anger that was fueled.

“What are you doing?!”

Gripping your arm with enough force to hold your attention but not harm you, he leaned in just inches from your face and spoke through a clenched jaw.

“I said. Time. To. Go.”

There was no chance for you to argue back before you were being directed off the dance floor and through the open balcony doors on the side of the crowded room. Letting you go once the two of you were outside, Loki turned to close the doors behind him to give the two of you a sliver of privacy and drown out the deafening noise coming through the speakers.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Loki!?”

He turned around just in time to get pushed up against the doors, being caught by surprise as your hands shoved him with as much strength as you could gather. It was still barely enough to knock him off balance and you both knew that.

“You had no right doing that! You forfeited that right the morning you kicked me out of your bed and treated me like just another of your one-night stands!”

“I didn’t kick you out of my bed, darling, and we both know you are most certainly not like the others that have had the pleasure of spending a night with me!”

He watched as you threw your hands up in the air and let out a deep growl before beginning to frantically pace the small space of the balcony floating above the New York City skyline.

“Damn it, Loki! You just think so highly of yourself don’t you!? Of course I was just another notch on your bed post! Stop pretending like it meant anything to you at all!”

Choosing to ignore the comment he knew was just to hurt him, he lowered his voice and slowly approached you.

“I want the truth, Y/N. What you said that night… Did you mean it?”

The question caught you off guard and interrupted your slightly drunken tantrum.

“Did I mean what, Loki?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Stop pretending you don’t remember. Ignorance is not an attractive quality.”

Loki patiently waited for your answer, crossing his arms when he was met with silence. Seeing no way out from it any longer, you let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose to reign in your fury. The sound of your voice was smaller than you liked.

“I’m not pretending, Loki, and I’m not trying to be ignorant… I truly don’t remember.”

When you glanced up at him, his features had shifted to one of confusion, obviously not understanding.

“Apparently I was drunker than I thought and my memories of that night have a lot of missing pieces, okay?”

He stared into your eyes from his post against the side of the building as he searched for any sign of deception from you. When he realized you truly didn’t know what he was asking, you swore you saw a flash of hurt before he turned his gaze to the ground in front of him.

“I see… May I ask what you do remember about our evening together?”

Knowing this wasn’t going to be an easy or short conversation, you sat down on the bench behind you and wrapped your arms around your middle and noticed for the first time just how chilly the night air was. Without a second thought, Loki pushed off the wall and slid his suit jacket off his shoulders as he approached you. The feel of him wrapping the warm fabric around you caused you to look up and meet his eyes once more before he sat down beside you. As a breeze carried the scent of him from the garment and enveloped you in the familiarity of it, you were reminded of the comfort he had provided you until the recent change between the two of you. It was enough to give you the courage to make your confession.

“Gods, Lohk. This is so embarrassing…”

His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side, as he leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“It’s just me, sweetheart…”

Loki heard you sigh before leaning in closer to him and allowing him to hold you.

“I remember how the night started and the abundance of alcohol being poured until we switched to drinking straight from the bottle. I remember when the topic changed and my brazen comment about how long it had been since I had seen any action. I also remember your offer of a solution to my problem. One of the last things I remember clearly was when you kissed me… After that, it’s just flashes of me ending up in your lap as things got more heated and I’m vaguely aware of clothes being shed. I don’t recall when we moved from the couch to your bed and I certainly don’t remember anything I would have said that you want me to clarify… The next thing I knew, I was waking up in your room instead of mine. You refused to look me in the eye after I woke up naked in your arms. Then when you called me a mistake, I just panicked. I’ve never been more mortified in my entire life than that very moment… If I could take it all back, Loki, I would. That night ruined everything between us and I’m sorry it happened.”

The distant sound of the traffic below and the rumble of the bass from the party still going inside was the only thing that filled the silence, until his whisper came what felt like an eternity later.

“I’m not…”

Your mind raced as you tried to understand his meaning. The feel of his hand in yours came just before he continued his thought.

“I’m not sorry it happened. Not even a little bit.”

When you still didn’t look up at him, his other hand came up to your cheek to turn your face towards him. Loki’s eyes searched yours for a brief moment before they closed. Out of nowhere, you were flooded with images and scenes from that night. All of the memories and moments that had been stolen from you due to your overindulgence were now clear and whole again.

You watched from both his perspective and yours as the two of you moved from the couch to the floor. Without breaking the kiss, the barriers were removed between you until your bodies were surrounded by a circle of clothing. After what must have been the first round, Loki transported the two of you to his room in a flash of green where he took you for a second time against the wall beside him. It wasn’t until you reached yet another high that he tightened his grip and carried you over to his bed. For the final time of the night, he explored and roamed across your form until you were a panting mess beneath him. Just before the two of you found your release together, you heard a series of words slip out in between your moans.

“I love you, Loki. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

With a gasp, you pulled out of his thoughts and found yourself back on the balcony. The smile on his face was forced and the pain in his eyes had returned. When Loki’s hand slipped from your cheek to rest in your lap, you broke the intense stare and turned away from him to gather your thoughts. As if he knew exactly what you were thinking, he spoke up.

“It wasn’t until you were falling asleep in my arms that I processed what you had let slip in the heat of the moment… I ask you again, Y/N… Did you mean what you said?”

The tear sliding down your cheek felt like ice as it burned its way across your skin. In an attempt to keep your dignity and composure, you quickly wiped it away and dismissed his question entirely.

“It doesn’t matter. My answer won’t change things, Lohk. You already said so yourself when you woke up beside me the next morning. I was a mistake.”

As soon as you felt his hands return to your cheeks and turn you towards him, your eyes closed to prevent yourself from seeing the expression on his face. The last thing you wanted to see was the awkward distance you saw that morning or even worse… pity.

“Darling, please look at me. Don’t hide. Not from me.”

Taking an unsteady breath first, you slowly opened your eyes to find a soft, yet serious expression in front of you. His gaze flicked down to your lips between returning to your stare again.

“First off, you were never a mistake. My words were ‘My actions last night were a mistake.’ While I admit that my choice of words were not ideal, had I been able to finish my thought, I would have discussed the declaration you had made and how had I known of your feelings on the matter, a drunken escapade in the living room floor was not the experience I would have allowed you to have. In the spirit of complete honesty, I had gone into my decision to bed you fully expecting a pleasurable night between two friends in order to fulfill your needs. I had no suspicions that you harbored such deep feelings towards me, or I would not have allowed that night to take place.

That being said, while I didn’t feel the same way, or at least wasn’t aware of it at the time, things changed for me that night. While you slept peacefully on my chest, I found it impossible to fall asleep and continued to replay your words over in my mind as I saw all of our interactions in an entirely different light. I can’t begin to tell you how guilty I felt about the night we had spent together. Not because it happened, but because of what I thought it must have meant to you. I had treated you like the others that had passed through my bed that I never gave a second thought.

I am ashamed to say that when you became upset and retreated that morning, I had forced myself to believe that it was better this way. We would find a way back to what we had before and pretend it didn’t happen, but when you instead cut me out of your life completely, I began to realize the error of my ways.”

Loki slipped from the bench and dropped down to his knees in front of you before looking up into your eyes and tightly gripped your hands in his.

“Darling, the last few weeks have been torture for me. I can’t think about anything but you. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t focus on anything but you and everything I’ve lost. You are not only my best friend, but also my better half. I made myself believe that you deserved better than me and I tried to let you go, but I’m too selfish to let that happen. When I saw you dancing with that imbecile tonight and was forced to watch someone other than myself lay their hands on you in very inappropriate ways, I wanted to murder him in the most painful manner imaginable.”

You tried as hard as possible to hide the smirk that formed at his jealousy, but it was enough to help calm him back down again.

“My Love, even though you never actually answered my question, I need you to know that I whole heartedly mean what I am telling you. I love you, Y/N. I may have always loved you and just been too blind to see it until now. Either way, I realize it now. I need you in my life to survive. While I do wish our first time together had been different, I don’t regret that it happened because it made me see what was in front of me this entire time. My past has made it difficult for me to receive love and give it in return, but more than anything, I want to try. You make me want to be better and do better. Please let me fix this. I can’t go another day without you.”

The need to pinch yourself to check if you were dreaming was a strong urge, but at the same time, if you were asleep, you didn’t want to wake up right now. Loki’s eyes searched yours and silently pleaded for an answer. It almost appeared as if he was actually holding his breath as he waited for you to speak. Feeding off his own courage, you took a deep breath and tried to push through the emotions in order to respond.

“Yes, Loki. I meant it. I love you and I’ve loved you for a really long time. I suppose a drunken night was the only way I was going to tell you because in my heart, I never thought you would ever love me back. I had settled for the fact that I would only be in your life as your best friend and never anything more. In the beginning when I first realized I had fallen in love with you, it hurt to see so many people come and go, knowing behind that door they were getting something I would never experience. After a while though, I started to realize that while they were gifted with a side of you that I didn’t have, it was just a small part of you and I got the rest. I knew they were just flings to you and a means to an end. They didn’t get late night talks or lazy days in the library together. Those people were never given long walks through the park or rainy afternoons in a dimly lit bookstore looking for secret treasures. I was the one that got to see your eyes light up when you found a book you had been searching for or the way you only look completely relaxed and at peace around me and no one else. Even around the rest of the team, you put up a wall to part of yourself and for some unknown reason, I was the only person besides your mother that was blessed with a key to it… I am head over heels in love with you Loki Laufeyson and I can’t live my life without you either.”

The tears in his eyes now matched the one in yours. With one swift movement, Loki wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into a heated kiss. When he finally pulled away to allow you both a breath, the smile on his face was the biggest you had ever seen. If it was possible, you wished to capture the moment in your memory forever as he stared back at you in complete awe and adoration. He lifted his hands to kiss your knuckles before standing and pulling you up from the bench. With one hand against your lower back to press you tighter against him, his other hand cupped your cheek as his thumb softly caressed the skin beneath it.

“You have no idea how happy you make me, darling. I love you so very much.”

“I love you too.”

Leaning up on your toes to better reach him, he leaned down to close the remaining distance to place a sweet kiss against your lips. When he pulled away, his gaze shifted from a loving one to something slightly darker as the thought formed in his head. The raise of your eyebrows in a question caused him to release a deep chuckle at the silent conversations that always took place between you.

“What do you say we get out of here and you let me redo the night we should have had together?”

“I’m listening… what exactly did you have in mind, Mischief?”

With his arms wrapped around you, he swayed the two of you back and forth as he appeared to ponder the thought. The way his voice was now deeper caused a chill to run through you.

“Instead of a bottle of tequila and the living room floor, how do you feel about a nice hot bath together, soft candle light, and so many slow building orgasms that you forget all names except mine?”

The way your eyes widened just as you swallowed hard made the deep chuckle return causing you feel the vibrations of it when his chest pressed against yours. With him now leaning down to press his lips directly against the shell of your ear, the feel of his breath caused the flush of your skin to deepen.

“Besides, the rest of the team is still inside the party behind us and won’t be home until the early morning hours. That should allow me the privacy needed to make it up to you properly and very thoroughly, my dear.”

Loki didn’t even wait for a response before the two of you disappeared in a flash of green. The echo of your giggle the only sign you had been there at all.

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serpentsdarling · 2 years ago

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Talk to Me

Loki needs to process his trauma but y/n can’t get him to open up

WARNINGS: Smut, ptsd themes, p in v, oral (male rec), praise, 18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Loki x Fem!reader

Words: 2,700 ( I’m so sorry!)

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The ticking clock, your chair creaking and frustrated deep sighs were the only sounds to be heard in your small office at the moment.

"Loki, they only want to help" even you didn't believe your lies today why should he? His blue eyes dart a glare in your direction, nostrils flaring slightly "Help? The Time Variance Authority wants to help not only a variant but a Loki? No" he grumbles pacing your office "No this" he pauses running his fingers through his onyx tresses "This is a tactic of some sort" you disagreed this time and it was likely to cause a fight.

You take in a deep breath to prepare for the oncoming anger you'll receive and part your lips to speak "You've been a loose canon lately" Loki returns to you the coldest of glares with his jaw clenched tight "Who's side are you on? You wear the colors and the badge but I never imagined you believed the bullshit!" his eyes blackened as he hissed at you spitting venomous words like a snake "Loki..." you reply calmly directing his attention to the green glow emanating from his hands "There's a storm inside you and it's growing too big for you to contain it any longer" he looks to you almost as if he's pleading for help "I can't control it anymore" he admits weakly.

You knew Loki all too well and you knew he'd never agree to what the TVA was suggesting "I know you don't want to talk about it" his hand flies up to hush you instantly "N-not with one their khaki clad minions!" if not them then who would Loki talk to? Mobius had already given it his best effort more than once, apparently Loki would change the subject or claim it did not effect him the way Midgardians would be affected but you both knew better "Would you talk to me?" it felt like a stupid suggestion the moment you said it "You? No" Loki shakes his head still pacing "No I can't do that" he declines "Why not?" why were you pressing the matter? You didn't expect him to agree in the first place "Well because the things you'd learn about me might scare you away" he admitted that far more willingly than either of you anticipated.

Gods how you wanted to rise and greet him in a hug but you couldn't, no they were always watching and you had to be careful especially inside your office. The director of agents at the TVA can't have a soft spot for a variant, let alone a Loki or they'd have your head. That's not true they don't behead here, no they'd have you pruned to the void where you're certain you wouldn't last long given what little Loki has told you "Scare me away?" you question, those were heavy words with many meanings in your opinion and you wanted clarification "Well yes, you're my friend" Loki had puppy dog eyes going, big and sorrowful staring right at you.

A thunderous knock echoes off your door startling the both of you before it swings open "Sorry to interrupt Director but I need my partner" Mobius smiles at you and motions to Loki "Of course, we were finished here" you nod excusing the both of them "I'll check in again in a few days agent" you warn staring right at Loki before he leaves.

Loki had been reckless and a liability lately for the TVA and the heat was being put on you to fix it. They wanted him to see one of their 'therapists' which was just code for memory removal to foster better cooperation. Loki had never received a wipe before because his memories as a Loki were too valuable but now his recklessness was outweighing their value. It took quite a bit of convincing but they agreed to let you try and talk him into a real therapist, that was just a buy for time from you honestly. You truly thought that if all else failed Loki would open up to you but when that failed too your worst fear became real, you were going to lose Loki, he would forget you.

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Sleep wouldn't come easy tonight and so you settled on the sofa not even bothering to try it. Backlogged files piled next to you and a glass of the most bitter wine you've ever had the misfortune of tasting on the table. Everything at the TVA was like that, bland, bitter, and dull lacking any intriguing qualities. Everything except for Loki, he was vibrant and exciting, he was chaos. You look at the pile with a sigh getting ready to grab one when a heavy knock thuds from your front door "Oh thank gods" ditching the pile on a side table on your way by you were more than thrilled for a distraction.

On the doorstep stood Loki, tousled hair and tired eyes with a soft smile "Hey you" he never spoke to you that way "Are you okay?" you almost reach for him but remember that they're watching in the halls too "Can we talk?" he wanted to talk, talk about what? Your mind was reeling but you step aside to allow him inside closing the door softly behind him "Come on" you lead him to your sofa taking a seat beside him and waiting with baited breath for him to begin.

Loki clears his throat shifting in his seat "If I were to talk with you, I mean really talk, you promise you won't change how you think of me?" his hands fidgeted with his coat and hair as he spoke "Nothing could change my mind about you Loki" you assure him. He remained quiet fiddling with his jacket hem and not looking at you until you spoke again "Loki, do you want to start now?" his soft eyes glance at you for a moment then back down as in inhales deeply "I don't even know where to start" you can hear a chuckle but also the undeniable sound of his breath hitching, he was trying to hide tears "Why don't you start from the beginning?" you suggest resting your hand on his forearm.

Loki chuckles again, his body jerking slightly with it "The beginning?" he repeats "The torture? Or the mass murder?" he looks to you perhaps to see if you'll pull back in disgust or fear "You were tortured?" you'd often wondered how Loki came to know and fear Thanos but you never imagined something so sinister behind it "Yes, for months, I'm a frost giant you know?" he looks towards you again to read your reaction "I'm aware" you nod calmly "Right, so they tortured me with fire of course and heat" he continues "Gods Loki I had no idea" pulling your hand from his you press it to your own chest "Is that how he brainwashed you for the attack on New York?" you inquire "Brainwashed? No, that was the mind stone" he corrects.

Why did that never occur to you? You feel so stupid and insensitive "I'm sorry, I just assumed" you had more to say but Loki doesn't let you finish "Its alright, after that I ended up here, and you would think not living through the following catastrophic and traumatic events would make them easier but no, no it's so much worse to know they happened and you did nothing or even caused some of them" he was really opening up now "Loki you didn't cause those things" you argue back "No?" his gaze freezes on you, eyes dark "I didn't lead that beast straight to my mother Frigga? Because of my hatred for Thor? My anger?" he hisses through his gritted jaw "Loki stop that right now" he wasn't about to use his anger to frighten you, not if you had anything to say about it.

He's taken aback by your scolding, he's not some child throwing a tantrum how dare you speak to him as such. Never the less his face softens looking to you "My family, my home, they're all gone, and I feel as though I am not allowed to grieve because I did not lose them" tears glisten in his eyes making them appear almost gem like "You did lose them and you may grieve as you see fit" you assure him. Loki looks to you with a sniffling chuckle "I am a monster, I caused the deaths of thousands on Midgard, I act only in self preservation how could I ever achieve redemption?" he asks "You are not a monster" taking his cheek in your hand you turn his head to face you "You were hurt and lost and you've already done so much to achieve redemption" you assure him.

Loki closes his eyes slowly causing a single tear to begin a journey down his soft cheek where you wipe it away with your thumb "I don't deserve a friend like you" he whispers, his eyes remaining closed. You lean forward softly pressing your lips against his, the salt of his tears hitting your tongue like a bitter sweetness before you break away putting your forehead to his. Loki's nose nuzzles at your cheek, his hand coming up rest on your shoulder "Kiss me again" his whisper so soft you think you've imagined it but you haven't "Please" he whimpers.

Tangling your fingers in his satin obsidian curls you kiss him again, harder this time. The moment his lips part your tongue sinks in tasting all he has to offer, his spit like a sweet nectar on your lips. Loki offers you a moan to swallow as you sink into him losing yourself to his every touch and kiss. He pulls you onto his lap, his hand running up the length of your back to grip your neck holding you in the kiss longer. Adjusting your position on his lap grinds your core against his hardness and a moan spills from Loki's lungs against the nape of your neck, the warmth of his breath spreading goosebumps over your skin.

"Loki this is wrong" you protest, though only half heartedly "If we desire it then how can it be wrong?" he breathes against your lips begging to taste them again "I'm your director, your superior" you answer back "Your midgardian niceties don't apply here little one" he growls sinking his teeth into your neck, he's needy and desperate for your consent "I can't" you sigh pushing him away.

Loki grabs you keeping you planted on his lap, your small face cupped gently in his hands "I need you" he confesses "Why? For what? How?" you demand, he couldn't do this to you, not now when so much was on the line "You are the only thing that makes it stop" his lip quivers but his stare bores into you unyielding "Makes what stop?" his hands fall from your face to lace fingers with yours "The pain" he says quietly. You wish you had a reply, anything at all to say but you only offer silence "You quell the chaos and pain inside my heart, I feel peace when I'm near you" he explains.

You comb your fingers through Loki's silky curls and smile at him "What are you asking?" you inquire "Be with me tonight, let me have all of you" he requests. You were safe from prying eyes in your home, you could freely give yourself to him if you really wanted to. Taking his face in your hands you lean in and kiss him again "Tell me more first, talk to me" you urge him "I'm angry about what I've lost" he admits "And?" you press him "The way that I died, so violently and quickly" he pauses shaking his head "What else Loki?" you ask him "I'm scared" he confesses finally "I'm scared of what I saw in the void, I'm scared I'll be sent back there, I'm scared of losing you" leaning forward you give him another soft kiss "You will never lose me Loki" you whisper against his cheek before placing a kiss on it.

You started your trail there and moved swiftly to his jaw, then his neck eventually sliding down to your knees in front of him and unfastening his trousers reaching in to pull out his hardening cock "Oh...." Loki moans tossing his head back and bucking his hips towards your hand. He was impressive, thick and long, practically flawless like the rest of him. You didn't know where to begin so you lean in to kiss his tip while another moan tumbles from his beautiful pouty lips. Swirling your warm tongue around it you finally suck him into your wet mouth slowly savoring his taste on your tongue "Oh gods...." Loki moans fist clenching the cushion beside him. You bob your head along his length, your hands sliding up his chest to fist his shirt and Loki bucking his hips to meet your motions. His breathing becomes heavier and his cock twitches against your tongue, the undeniable salty taste of cum hitting your tastebuds. He was close and you wanted, no needed him to finish, you needed to taste all of him "Aahhh gods!" Loki shouts with a moan lurching forward and spilling his warmth into your mouth.

"Stop, please stop" Loki begs panting heavily and pulling you off him "Come here" he beckons dragging you onto his lap and kissing you hungrily. He looks at you with hooded, lust filled eyes for a moment "There's no magic here so I guess I get to undress you the old fashioned way" he smirks. You have no witty comeback or reply, just an ache for him to be against you, inside you. Holding your arms up you allow Loki to remove your top leaving you bare. He leans forward and sucks one hard nub into his warm wet mouth circling it and moving to the other to do the same. Soon you're tearing at his coat and shirt to remove it exposing a perfectly toned body beneath, you weren't at all surprised by it. Loki paws at your shorts a moment "Let's get these off shall we?" he purrs while you stand and remove them, Loki removing his own in the meantime.

You stand before him for a moment drinking in his beauty, his cock was hard again, of course he has impeccable recovery, he is a god after all. Loki extends a hand to you "Come here little one" he hums, bringing you towards him. You straddle his lap carefully lining up your entrance and slide down onto him slowly "Oh Loki" you moan burying your face against his neck "Shhh I know" he purrs placing warm wet kisses on your shoulder. Before long you're rising and falling on him with ease, his tip hitting your g-spot and bringing you closer to climax "Gods little one, don't stop" Loki begs gripping your hips tightly. Placing your hands on either side of him you prop yourself up to look into his eyes while you ride him. Loki's mouth drops open and you expect another beautiful moan from him "I love you" he confesses "Gods I'm so in love with you darling" he moans.

You can't speak as your orgasm tears through you, your walls clenching around Loki and taking him with you. Your small body shudders against him while he coats your walls in his release before sliding his softening cock from you and holding you against him with your head resting on his shoulder "I love you too Loki" you finally answer. Loki kisses you gently another time "Shall we get you cleaned up and off to bed?" He asks "Sure" you agree.

Loki carries you to the bathroom where he gently wipes your thighs clean before cleaning himself and taking you to bed. His head rests gently on your torso while you comb your fingers through his hair as you both drift off to sleep. He was your Loki now, and no one was ever going to take him away from you.

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serpentsdarling · 3 years ago

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Lie Again

Synopsis: Loki leaves a mortal lover in the year 1820, his life takes a huge turn when she reappears centuries later at a Stark Industries party.

Pairing: Loki x Vampire Reader

Warnings: SA, Slight Angst

Word Count: 2059

A/N: Been a whole ass while since I've written anything (so I'm sure this won't turn out THAT well), and I'm fully aware I haven't kept a lot of promises being that I have fanfics that are unfinished, but I just really had to put this ideaa out there. Y/A means Your/Alias by the way. I didn't know how to put it out in words so---

They’ve met before. A century ago, but the god never bothered to think of even pursuing his intentions and left one night, knowing she was a mortal - and her aging would only be nothing but pain for the both of them. What would seem like a sad memory for him, a heartbreak to be carried over years was the beginning of her vexation, the origin of her search for immortality, the beginning of her quest to look him in the eyes and torment him with her presence, to make him remember the night he left.

Her skin pale as the moon, glistening under its light, eyes forever sparkling, gaze captivating - aura intoxicating, no longer was she a damsel in distress, a desperate lover. Y/A walked toward the towel draped on the back of her chaise lounge, dripping wet, naked. She covered herself and approached the balcony, wondering where her feet would drag her for tonight’s feast. She’s heard about him, back on what he calls Midgard, and for a while she hasn’t interfered. It felt like she could never solo the moments, she waited until everything calmed. She knew just how to brew the perfect storm for him, if he ever remembered her. She hoped, but even so, just in case he didn’t, she’d make herself remarkably unforgettable.

“How is it that you always look at the sky when you’re with me?” She looked up at him, her head resting on his lap. “Already eager for Heimdall to throw that rainbow lifeline and go back to pleasing daddy?” She reaches her hand up to caress his jaw when he catches it before she could touch his skin.

“Don’t ever talk about my father, I doubt he’s done parading his golden child around to take over his throne.” He feigned disinterest, but she knew more than anything how much weight the issue holds on him.

She pulls him by the collar and kisses him, distracting him from whatever thought it might’ve triggered. It was how Y/N knew to cope, not knowing how to react by listening but by using her body. Loki noticed this, but didn’t mind, he didn’t want to pry what made her this way. She avoided almost any serious conversations with it.

He knew staying longer in Midgard than usual was already chipping away his chances of getting on his father’s good side, and he has been debating over staying with Y/N, she was a mortal for Asgard’s sake. She would never be able to align with his father’s ideals. And he’d only put her in danger, or so that’s what he thought, and maybe he was just trying to soothe himself into making decisions that he thinks is righteous, but this has been a plan of his for a while now. He loved her, but his rationality came in the way of it. His panic has taken over his body, and staying in 1820 Midgard didn’t feel sustainable.

That night, he left. Leaving only a snake pin for her to remember him by, emerald in gold as small as the half of his thumb. Y/N woke up clutching it, crying, not able to process what it meant. Maybe she knew but just couldn’t believe it, but before she could process any of it, the door swung open, a group of men violently entered and grabbed each of her hands. She’s heard of the crimes happening downtown, but never anticipated being a victim herself. One of the men put a dirty cloth over her mouth and tied it behind her head. She felt her skirt rise up, her heart was beating so fast, her brain couldn’t process anything at all. She was thrusted from one heartbreak to another. Her eyes settled above, her gaze looking at the sky and fixated on it, counted the stars and felt as if her body was not her own, that she wasn’t the one experiencing the violations being done to the body she’s currently in. That she’s a passenger in her own skin.

“I like this one, not a screamer.” one of the men said to the other, one of them licked her neck, but she’s already blocked the whole ordeal, nothing but the night sky.

It had to be today, no matter how much time didn’t seem to bother her anymore. The need for urgency, seeing as how she’s lived for centuries and realized she has all the time in the world. But apparently he’s one of them now, a hero. A reformed villain. How ironic, the turns of his life. From desperately trying to win his father, to becoming a selfish, entitled god, to a version of his own making - a saint. Unfair. Y/A found it ridiculous. But she was hungry, and dinner hasn’t arrived, so she guesses she’ll make a night of it.

One of her pets informed her of a sighting, but to be honest, she’s got Loki’s routines to a tee. Not only was she immortal and bound by blood to live, but she could control and communicate with animals. Along with that came the strength not as strong as a god but well enough to defeat a handful humans in one seating.

“Game time” she told herself as she got ready, wearing a sleek emerald dress, his snake pin, altered to be an earring. She pulled her hair back revealing a scar, a bite and put on perfume on the back of each of her ears and wrists.

Today’s the anniversary of Stark Industries, it would be wrong if someone who’s lived as long as she has to not have accumulated great wealth over the years, she took her invitation and put it in her purse. She was so ecstatic to be there, to see if tonight will be the night. She was feeling promiscuous. A smirk plastered on her face as she got in the car.

When she arrived at the event hall, eyes followed her, turning away from their private conversations and looking in her direction. What good is a vampire without the power of persuasion to lure in a couple of drinks to quench her thirst? Her movement was slow and cold, oh these mortals are so giddy with life, she thought. It must feel so stressful to fear that any moment your life would end. But then she’s gotten so used to being alone, that her life hasn’t found its meaning at all, it felt like she was living for revenge, For the power she holds, she uses for anyone who dares touch another human without their consent. And no matter how much time has passed, unfortunately, humans have not evolved their primitive ways.

In less than no time, a super soldier named Bucky Barnes appeared, brooding and keeping to himself. She wondered how the blood of an enhanced human like him would taste.That would be interesting, but so would a god’s. In the corner of her eye, she could spot Pepper Potts, a business associate, she only ever knew Y/A from seeing her signature finalized on big contracts but never had the luxury of having a conversation with her. Y/A would like to keep it that way, but for tonight, she’d make an exception. Before Pepper could approach her, there he was, as dazzling as the day he betrayed her. She grabbed champaign from a tray that passed her, and lifted it up to her lips as she continued her gaze.

“Y/A! So nice to finally have you join us” Pepper chimes. Y/A gives her a kiss on the cheek, flashing her emerald and gold snake earring. The reflection was so surreal, the light bounced and caught his eye. His chest felt heavy, it can’t be. It must’ve been an heirloom by now, or an antique gotten from an auction. He looked to see Y/A’s smug look. She was talking to Pepper, but for some reason he knew as well as Y/A did, that her sly smile was for him. He was caught unprepared, it's impossible. It can’t be, she can’t be here, how? Loki debated on a lookalike, on a terrifying spot on lookalike, or a granddaughter - that could happen, right? Before his legs could wake up from the coma they were in, the second he looked back at her direction she was gone. He ran up to Pepper to ask where her companion went but even she didn’t know. A rush of worry and confusion crept up his mind, he needed an explanation or else he’d believe he was losing his mind.

He looked around, desperately. He wanted to conjure multiple versions of him to search for her. He knows he won’t be able to sleep until he gets to the bottom of it. A couple more steps and there it was, the reflection of light. Light that could only come from the pin he gave her. It seemed like miles before he could reach where it came from and when he did, he saw it on top of the bar counter, the wearer gone. Loki couldn’t believe his eyes, someone must be playing tricks on him. It’s impossible. So few only knew about her, even his brother did not dare ask who he frequently visited Midgard centuries ago. It felt like such a cruel joke, but a joke he nonetheless felt he deserved to be toyed with.

“Did you see the person who left this?” He asked the tender, he shook his head and continued to concoct drinks. Once again, Loki was clouded in agony, emotions came rushing and he couldn’t place it. He returned to where Pepper was, and asked her who she was conversing with earlier, how he could reach her and every little detail he could give her. Pepper at first joked about having a little crush before saying anything, but the torment in his face made her worried and suddenly she could understand that he knew her, in one form or another.

“I only met her in person today, she usually just signs contracts and has people do her work for her. I’m surprised she even came, she’s been absent for forever, we almost didn’t send her an invite.” Pepper quipped. “I’m sorry Loki, but as much as I’d like to help you, I only know her company building address, and I’m sure she doesn’t even step foot in it. Worth a shot though.”

“Thanks Pepper, sorry to bug you with all this.”

“No problem… Are you sure you’re alright?” A look of concern washed her face.

“No, yes - I will be. Thank you.”

“I’ll leave you to it, but please, enjoy the night, I’m sure she’s still here somewhere.”

“I hope so.” Loki ends the conversation and steps out into the crowd, once again in search of her. But hours pass and she still hasn’t made a reappearance. His feet settled at the balcony, head in the direction of the night sky. He was ready to claim the whole situation as a nightmare, a terrible prank, it just couldn’t be real. Even with his chat with Pepper, and the different name she told him, it just couldn’t be her.

He pulled out the pin and stared at it, for a second he caught himself praying. A god, praying, he laughed at himself. He was tossing it up and down, playing as he gathered his thoughts when a crow swooped in and caught it by its beak.

“Damn it!” He shouted as he tried to lean forward to get it back even when he knew he wouldn’t be able to reach it. The bird flew interestingly in a disciplined manner, as if it had a specific direction it had to land on. Loki’s eyes followed it, heart beating out of his chest, and that’s when he felt it stop for a second. The crow landed on someone’s bare shoulder, a woman with an emerald dress. Her hand held out to catch the pin, and put it back on her ear. It can’t be, Loki thought. But there she was. Her head lifted, looking up in his direction, he wasn’t sure if she smirked, everything felt surreal. She then turned around and got into a limo. The crow flying out of a window as if it just accomplished an important mission.

“Y/N.” Loki breathed.

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