#And Loki's Sass

[aheckinmess]

Lucky Lexicon & Papa's Pop Tarts

(Part 1 of Apotelesma - a child of Thor fluff collection.)

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Tags: Original Child Character(s), Thor Odinson, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avenger's Tower, Tony Stark, Loki Odinson, Thor is a Good Dad, Tony is a Good Uncle, Loki is a Good Uncle, OC Has Her Father's Spirit, And Loki's Sass, Gods Help Them, Overall General Cuteness, Fluff, and All Those Sweet Things

Word Count: 776 words

Summary: While Thor is out on a mission, his daughter Dalia must entertain herself in the Tower. Soon, a hungry belly prompts her to ask Uncle Tony for a favorite treat she inherited from her father: Pop Tarts!

Chapter 1: Lucky Lexicon & Papa's Pop Tarts

Tiny little feet pace in tiny little circles. Dalia sighs and returns to her coloring project. She scribbles and scrubs a heavy blue across the horizon of her paper until her tummy roars to announce its vacancy.

“Uncah Tonyyyyy…” She looks over to the genius billionaire, who’s bent over a glowing hologram. “Is Daddy on the way home yet?”

“No, Dollie. I told you he’ll get here when he gets here.” 

“But I’m hungry!”

“JARVIS, what do we have to eat for the little stinker?” He snaps his fingers and the hologram scatters.

“Currently, you’ve got an array of fruits and berries… ” Dalia zones out until one very important word tantalizes her taste buds. “ ...Pop Tarts–”

“I want Pop Tarts!” Dalia raves, rushing over and reaching up for her favorite uncle.

Tony frowns as he pulls her into his arms. “Hold on, sweetness. JARVIS, is it the last box?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Sweetheart, we might want to hold off on the Pop Tarts for now. Your dad loves eating them after a mission…and he eats a lot.”

“He’d let me have some.” Dalia says matter-of-factly. “I’m his little princess!”

Tony chuckles and sets her on his hip to whip out his phone for a Pop Tart order. It’s more likely that Thor will return before the order arrives, but Dalia might wait longer with the anticipation that more are on the way.

“I tell you what, little princess. If you can wait ten more minutes and your dad isn’t back, I’ll let you have a Pop Tart. Sound good?” 

Dalia’s young face contorts as she considers his compromise, and then she wiggles one foot. “Fine. But you gotta pinky swear!”

Tony smiles and links his pinky with hers. “Scout’s honor, kiddo. Now, go play and wait for your daddy.”

Nine minutes pass when the door opens. 

Thor’s lumbering figure doesn’t even make it all the way through the threshold before Dalia tackles into his sturdy legs.

“Daddy, you’re back! Can I have some Pop Tarts?”

Thor’s laughter rumbles through the Tower.

“There’s only one box left, so we were trying to wait for you to come back before we let her lay waste to the remaining population.” Tony teases. “Although you made it here a minute before reinforcements arrived.”

 “Ah, then that means we still have the final box to share.” His tickling stubble brushes Dalia’s cheek as he lifts her into his arms. “That’s my girl! Let’s go finish off what’s left together.”

“Yeah!” Dalia pumps her fist. “Then I can grow big and strong like you, Daddy! And I’ll fight off the big bad guys!”

“That you will, my little warrior.”

Thor digs out the familiar blue box and juggles Dalia in one arm while he rips open the crinkly packaging of their favorite snack. In seconds, sugar frosting and strawberry jelly dots Dalia’s face.

Once she sighs with a full belly, Thor grabs a paper towel to wipe her face, drawing squeals from her chest as he swirls the napkin around and then pinches her cheeks. 

“Your turn!” Dalia takes the napkin, being much more serious and delicate in her attempts. “There’s so many crumbs in your beard, Daddy. Your face is sullied!”

“Sullied, huh? Who taught you such big words?” He guides her hands to get the final remains.

“Uncah Lucky. We did painting before he had to go. He said I sullied my shirt. He said that means dirty!” She finishes cleaning and then squirms out of his arms to throw away the trash. “He’s real smart! He says I can be smart just like him, too.”

Thor smiles, ready to encourage her, before a thoughtful look comes over his face. Dalia’s lips turn into a frown.

“I can be smart, too, can’t I, Daddy?”

And suddenly Thor’s arms toss Dalia into the air as he laughs, catches her, and then hugs her close. 

“Of course you can, my love. But I don’t want you to be as strong as me, or as smart as Loki.  I want you to be as strong or as smart as yourself . If you end up smarter or stronger, it'll just be an added bonus. But, don’t look to us for comparison.”

“Well, why not?”

“Your dear old dad has learned a thing or two,” He chuckles, weaving his fingers through Dalia’s hair. “If you compare yourself to others, you might find that you’re growing into someone entirely different than yourself.”

“Oh.” She looks out the window as they walk towards the living area. “Well…I guess that's okay. But I still wanna be strong and smart!”

“With a determination like yours, I know you will be.”

[agentoffangirling]

Loki in TDW is the hottest version of him idc what y'all say

[deastrumquodvicis]

Thor #382 (1987)

[uptolovegood]

regulus black, loki laufeyson and cardan greenbriar are variants of one another and i will not elaborate further

[mameeta]

Oh Gosh What Would That Be Like?

What would it be like to have these two divas in a room together? The sass guys, the sass...

[tadpoles-and-daydreams]

hi hi! kinda new to the helpol crowd so i was wondering: what is it like when a deity contacts you? do you see an image of them? hear a voice in your head? or do you have thoughts that are distinctly not your own? are their messages more direct or indirect? what are the messages usually about? how do you feel when you recieve them? which deity do you get contacted by the most?

Heyo! So, first, obligatory UPG disclaimer: this is all only my own experience, and has no basis in mythology or anything like that. Also for the sake of transparency; I'm not a Hellenic Polytheist. If you've been around my blog and you vibe with the way I work with deities, then cool! But I do feel the need to say that I'm a witch who works primarily with Hellenic deities (and then there's Loki) so I don't follow the same traditions as some of the helpol community! (The best example being the concept of miasma. Some helpol people swear by it, others don't, and as for me it makes me wildly uncomfortable.)

Disclaimer aside, I'll just answer all these as best I can! Thank you for the ask^^

When it comes to how exactly I receive whatever they're saying, I feel like it's... a weird mix of all of your examples. Sometimes, especially if I'm not particularly tuned in, it's absolutely a thought that just isn't my own. Sometimes I even mistake it for my own at first, and then go "I have absolutely no reason to think that what the hell was that about-?" (ex. naming Loki's playlist "Loki's shit music taste" or giving an offering that has no association with them, pausing bc what the hell no, and then realizing that was them.) Other times I get words and images, although now that I think about it I'm not sure they have distinct voices? I "hear" them in my head, and some of them have clear voices sometimes, but it just depends on how I'm feeling. They essentially communicate however I'm able to receive it at the moment.

I feel like right now, it's more direct than indirect. Obviously this isn't the case for everyone, and I feel the need to say that it's not something anyone should ever feel bad about. It's not better, it's just different. As for what they talk about when they do... uh, everything? I don't know how to word it any better XD Sometimes it's about offerings, sometimes about genuinely serious stuff, but usually it's just... them popping in because they have something to say about whatever I'm doing. My work with them is fairly casual, so it ranges from "YOOOOOO your sleep schedule is so good right now I'm so proud!" to literal memes and no I'm not joking. But that's less the Hellenic deities I work with and more Loki.

(Although, I am reminded that Aphrodite and Loki are an absolutely wild comedic duo. They all do have a sense of humor lol.)

So for the most part, as weird as it might seem since I'm talking about deities that a lot of people view as above humanity, I.... just feel like I'm talking to friends most of the time. Maybe parental figures, since I literally call Hades and Persephone my "underworld parents" lol. For the most part, it's just a nice feeling like chatting with someone I know and care for and that I know cares for me.

And last but not least, right now Loki- although I know they're not a Hellenic deity, so they may not be the answer you were looking for lol- is the most active in my life. They're very loud, very much so prone to the clearest signs and clearest direct communication as well. Apollo and Aphrodite are a close second, though. Apollo has been fucking thrilled that I'm starting to finally successfully change my sleep schedule, and Aphrodite has really been nudging me towards self-care lately.

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Loose Ends chapter 3 (part 1) is up!!

Aaaaiiiiiieeeee!

In which Mobius navigates the thin ice that is being the sole Human in a world full of gods and half-gods. And also, a feast. And Asgardian cuisine.

[lokavisi]

Can we just take a moment to talk about the fucking sass matches we get into with Loki? Like sometimes they'll say something in a playfully sassy way, and then when I give that same playful sass in my response, they'll get pissy at me??? Like actually irritated sassy and it's like....????????????????? Are you the only one allowed to be silly here? Am I not allowed to be silly and sassy here, sir? Cause I'm pretty sure I fucking am, buddy. Like...you said so.

[dvilkings]

the little hair flip thing loki does when he straightens >>>

[letstalkaboutit100]

You know? I have many moods. There's megra, there's edna mode, there's cassandra, there's wednesday addams, there's buttercup utonium, there's HIM, there's shadybug, there's maleficent, there's janna, there's wanda maximoff, there's nebula, there's tony stark, there's mj, there's sylvie, there's mulan, there's merida, there's tiana, there's elena you know there's just alot.

[agentoffangirling]

Someone please put Loki and Yelena in a room rn. I need them to be friends. Someone, PLEASE

[the-creature-22]

"Ah, you're back home later than usual, how was our esteemed vampire's night, hmmm?"

"......"

"I am sorry, it will pass. But I thank you for the gift, Cedric, I shall not forget it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Fine, I suppose."

[loni4ever]

Personally, absolute complete mood

to be honest there has never been a fictional character i’ve actually wanted to date. like. i want them to date each other. i don’t want myself as a person to be involved in this scenario whatsoever. what would i add to this narratively? what’s my thematic purpose in the narrative? immersion breaking. 

[nebulasilva]

Tag Drop - Muse Edition

Arashi bad girl woke up and chose violence ♫ Arashi

Bucky I don't do that anymore ♫ Bucky

Clint I see better from a distance ♫ Clint

Daeshim the page is a canvas for imagination ♫ Daeshim

Esmerelda fangs from a forgotten past ♫ Esmerelda

Jiwoon baby call me ripper ♫ Jiwoon

Kataigida shadows and sass ♫ Kataigida

Loki silver tongued trickster ♫ Loki

Magnus the true high warlock ♫ Magnus

Peter we live in shades of gray ♫ Peter

Seungki controlling chaos within ♫ Seungki

Tsubasa the magic of song and spells ♫ Tsubasa

[writingfics-passingtime]

Gentle

pairing: Loki x female reader

synopsis: You don't think you're ticklish. Loki offers to prove you wrong.

word count: ~3500

warnings: lots of swearing, sexual tension, suggestive jokes and innuendo, possessive!Loki, minor violence (training sparring)

minors dni: this work does not contain smut, but does contain a sexually-charged relationship between the reader and an adult-aged character. I am not comfortable with engagement from anyone under the age of 18. Thank you for your understanding and respect.

note: This fic is for all the people who aren't affected by rough and tumble tickling. Who know that gentle can still be ruthless. I see you.

Sam was grounded.

So while he was strong, fast, and stubborn, he didn't have his wings. No aerial advantage.

And you were sharper. You moved with practiced ease, letting him tire himself out as he swung and lunged across the sunken sparring pit, meeting his strikes with sidesteps, well-placed counters, and a smirk you hoped was infuriating.

He went for your ribs.

You caught his wrist. Twisted. Used that leverage to hook your legs around him, then used his thrown balance to send him down.

His back hit the mat with a solid thud.

For a moment, he just blinked up at you, winded and momentarily stunned.

You grinned, settling your weight on top of him, knee digging into his ribs just hard enough to remind him who the boss was. "Tell me," you mused, "who did you say was getting their ass handed to them today?"

Sam huffed, mouth pursing into something half-annoyed, half-amused. "Yeah, screw you."

You arched a brow. "Not much of an apology."

His jaw tensed, eyes narrowing. A second’s hesitation. You pounced.

Your fingers slipped under his ribs, pressing just enough-

"Shit!"

Your smirk quickly became a grin.

A choked laugh ripped out of him before he could stop it. He bucked violently, twisting beneath you as laughter tore through him like he’d been struck by lightning.

Your hand followed wherever he turned. "Something wrong, Wilson?"

"You demon-" He twisted again, finally using sheer force to throw you off. You hit the mat with a sharp roll over your shoulder, coming up to your feet in a fluid motion, laughing as he swore under his breath, breathless.

You two weren't the only ones laughing.

Thor chuckled, amused. Bucky smirked, arms crossed. Steve shook his head, exasperated. And Loki...

Loki was watching you like a cat watching a caged bird.

He tilted his head, eyes sharp, lips lifting in a slow, knowing smirk. "That," he said, "seems like an extraordinarily reckless tactic to introduce."

You dusted your hands off. "How so?"

Loki’s smirk widened. He took the bait. "Because every person in this room is stronger than you. And now you’ve gone and planted a very particular idea in their minds."

His gaze dragged over you, slow and deliberate. You crossed your arms, lifting that same brow in challenge. Giving him space to continue monologuing.

"I mean, really," he mused in a silken voice, "do you truly want to tempt fate by giving them the notion to simply hold you down and take their revenge?"

The air shifted, and you held back your confident smirk, just to play with him a bit. "They're welcome to try."

Bucky stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. "It's futile." He shot you a begrudging look. "We learned a long time ago - she’s not ticklish."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, and it’s annoying as hell. Not many ways to get her back for all that sass."

You shot him a sly smile.

Loki made a sound in his throat - amused, unimpressed. "You’re wrong."

Your eyes slid back to him, fixing him with a look. "Wrong? I'm not ticklish, Loki."

Loki’s lips curled into a smirk. “Yes, you are.”

Tense silence fell upon the room as the others turned to Loki, confused, silently hoping.

The moment stretched, electric.

Smirking eye contact, the crackle of something just shy of violent, just shy of something else.

You squinted. "I'm not lying. I've never been ticklish. Ask anyone in here."

“Hmm, I'm sure they have tried with their clumsy mortal hands,” he murmured, voice low, rich, laced with wicked amusement. “I, however..." His smirk grew downright devious. "I could take you apart without breaking a sweat.”

Your stomach did something sharp and treacherous. The heat in your face spread down your neck before you could help it.

Sam snorted. “Oh my god.”

Bucky shook his head, muttering something under his breath. Steve exhaled through his nose, clearly regretting his life choices.

You, however, refused to flinch.

“Yeah, right.”

Loki chuckled, slow and dark.

“I’ll gladly prove it,” he insisted, voice a lazy taunt, “as soon as you’re not afraid to submit to it."

The words pushed like a slow blade between your ribs. The challenge, goading you to agree to being pinned and tested, for him to catalogue your responses. It’s not like he was going to succeed in tickling you, but submit?

No way in hell.

Your mouth parted in a scoff, heat flushing your neck, your cheeks, something sharp already forming on your tongue-

“Okay, this,” Sam interrupted, pointing one hand at each of you, “is the one of most sexual things I’ve ever seen in my life, and I once walked in on Thor oiling himself up for battle.”

You lunged.

Sam yelped, dodging back, but before you could reach him, a familiar arm hooked around your waist, effortlessly hauling you back onto the mat.

Bucky didn’t even flinch. “Easy, killer."

Loki chuckled, low and pleased, as you pushed Bucky's arm away.

“I do so enjoy this part,” the god mused.

You exhaled sharply, still flushed, still coiled tight with something restless and unsatisfied. You took the bait. “What part?”

His gaze flicked to yours, amused, knowing. “The part where you pretend to be annoyed.”

The others snorted.

Your mouth opened, but before you could fire back, Loki winked, turned, and made to leave.

Something in you rebelled.

“Hey!" You called after him. "Come put your money where your mouth is, Your Highness."

Loki stopped.

He exhaled a low, dark chuckle, then, slowly, began rolling up the sleeves of his tunic, baring forearms lined with lean, deceptive strength.

“I didn't think,” he murmured, “you'd want an audience for what’s about to transpire.”

Sam made a strangled noise. “I hate this. I hate this weird foreplay.”

Thor’s booming laugh filled the room.

"Of course I want an audience," you hummed, ignoring the riffraff. "I want them all to witness you making a fool of yourself." You stepped back onto the mat, uncrossing your arms, opening your stance. "But I’m not submitting. If you want me at your mercy, you’ll have to earn it.”

Loki turned back, and - lazily, deliberately, with a smirk that was pure sin - prowled toward you. “Very well,” he purred with a tilt of his head. “Let’s play.”

But the moment his feet hit the mat, you got the sinking feeling that you'd just walked into a trap.

You’d never sparred with Loki before. Hell, you’d never even seen him fight outside of an actual battlefield, where his chaos and skill blurred the line between strategy and sheer fucking audacity.

But now, circling each other under the dim gym lights, with him as your adversary, you saw raw, precise power coiled beneath his deliberate movements, waiting to unravel.

His stance was fluid, deceptively relaxed. Beautiful, cocky bastard. Every shift of his weight, every flicker of his gaze, calculated. You could tell he was watching you, reading you, in a way that made heat lick at the base of your spine. And deep in your belly.

So you lunged first.

In the blink of an eye, he dodged, slipping around your advance like a fast-flowing stream through your fingers, barely exerting any effort. Your body twisted, adjusting on instinct, throwing your weight into a feint before coming back around, aiming for his side.

But again, he was faster.

Loki flowed around your strike like water, his arm shooting out with lightning precision. You barely registered the movement before his palm landed solidly against your ribs - not with brute force, but a firm, pointed push, sending you stumbling off balance.

You caught yourself, breath coming sharp through your nose. He stood there, utterly at ease, watching you with a glint of amusement.

Smug, infuriatingly hot, cocky bastard.

You exhaled. Steady.

Regrouping, you moved again, but this time, you were smarter - testing- feeling out the way he reacted. The next time he dodged, you anticipated it, twisting mid-motion and using his own momentum against him, catching his arm and yanking.

It almost worked.

The instant you felt his weight shift, you knew - he’d let you do that.

You barely had time to react before he countered, twisting with impossible grace, his body moving like an under-sea shadow. You felt it before you saw it.

His hands on you.

Turning.

Your feet ripped out from under you.

The mat met your chest with a harsh thud, your breath shooting out of your lungs in a rush.

Your wrists flexed, instinctively pushing to lift yourself up - except one of them wasn’t moving. Something heavy and warm pressed you down.

Your pulse jumped.

Loki was above you, his thighs caging your hips, one hand securing your wrist above your head. Your left side was left exposed, vulnerable. You snuck a glance at the rest of the team - on your... right - he chose to test the side they couldn't see. Why?

There were more important matters to tend to.

You struggled, but his grip was like iron, pressing your wrist into the mat, keeping your body still beneath his. The sheer weight of him was suffocating, and intoxicating, his lean muscle like warm steel.

The sound of your panting filled the space between you as you used your free hand to push against his knee, against the mat, to try and pry his hand off your wrist.

Nothing budged. Nothing. Especially not you.

So, finally, you gave up the fight, relaxing underneath him, letting your forehead fall to the mat as the others chuckled on the sidelines.

A low, satisfied, hum rumbled from his chest.

You clenched your jaw, ignoring the way the heat from his body seemed to sink into yours. “Yeah, whatever. You're a thousand-year-old god, of course you're gonna win."

Loki chuckled. And that sound - deep, smug, thoroughly entertained - was infuriating.

You scoffed, and gave a snarky chuckle, lazing your head to the side, not the slightest bit concerned. "Well, go on. Do what you need to do. All of these guys have tried, failed, and reaped the embarrassment of prodding my stomach while I stare them down. Your turn."

"My turn," he repeated in a low, heat, murmur that made your neck prickle. "They’ve all tried, have they?"

His eyes flicked toward the others - Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor - still watching with rapt attention.

"I'm guessing they wrestled you, pinned you," Loki mused, "and I imagine they grabbed at your waist, or jammed their fingers clumsily under your arms, yes?"

Your stomach clenched at the cool, casual confidence in his voice.

His head dipped lower, lips brushing just past your ear.

"But no one's ever been gentle with you, have they?"

The implication landed hot in your stomach. With that tone, he definitely wasn't just talking about tickling.

"I don’t need gentle," you gritted out, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

Loki hummed again. And then -

A single touch.

Soft. Featherlight. Unfamiliar.

A slow, wandering drag of fingertips under the hem of your shirt, gliding over your side with aching delicacy.

An involuntary shudder rippled through you, sparkling sensation travelling up your neck, down your hip.

Your breath hitched.

Loki’s low chuckle vibrated against your back.

“Oh, my. Was that a reaction?"

You tested your wrist again, his grip didn’t budge. Iron.

“I-” You wet your lips, breathing out a nervous chuckle. Steady... “If this is tickling, why do people react to it so violently? Sam practically-”

The words died in your throat as his fingers slipped higher.

A slow, agonisingly light scratching at your ribcage.

Your body shifted before you even realised. Some strange, new sensation bloomed alive beneath your skin - an almost electric tingle, sharp and shivery, not... uncomfortable but not something you could control.

You winced, feeling your own muscles betray you, your arm instinctively trying to pull down. Your brow furrowed.

Silence from the others.

Your pulse pounded as you turned your head and met their confused stares and raised brows.

Loki’s voice dipped lower. “Tell me,” he whispered, dark and taunting, “what do you feel?”

You swallowed. Your breath was unsteady. “I don’t know, I-”

You barely got the words out before his fingers slipped higher, that damnably light touch moving quicker, scraping against your skin and nerves-

A sensation erupted.

Your body jerked.

A strangled noise caught in your throat - somewhere between a gasp and a sound you’d never made before - bubbling up.

No.

No fucking way.

Your fingers dug into the mat. Heat roared through your veins, panic flickering, because something strange was happening. Your body was reacting. Your breath hitching, catching, some kind of force simmering deep in your lungs-

“What the hell are you doing to me?” you demanded, voice breathless, confused, desperate.

Loki only laughed, dark and rich, and said, “Proving a point.”

And then he picked up the speed.

A choked, gasping giggle burst out of you before you could stop it.

Your eyes widened.

The others on the sidelines looked gobsmacked.

The sensation grew, intensified, as Loki’s fingers didn’t stop.

You twisted violently, struggling under him, but his weight was unforgiving, his grip relentless.

Your lips parted, a stream of breathless giggles slipping free.

Oh, fuck.

Your body shuddered as his fingers skimmed higher, up to the skin stretched over the centre of your ribcage-

Your head hit the mat as laughter was yanked out of you. Your legs kicked, trying to gain traction, but Loki only chuckled at your useless attempts.

“Wait- fucking- you-"

“Well,” Loki purred, so fucking pleased with himself, “Not ticklish, was it?”

The laughter ripped through your throat, unrelenting, spilling out in gasping waves as Loki’s damnable fingers continued their excruciatingly light torment. The others on the sidelines cheered in pure delight as you laughed and laughed and twisted and squirmed.

But there was no escape.

No amount of tensing, no desperate attempts to throw him off, could do anything against his sheer strength and control. His weight pressed you into the mat, keeping you exactly where he wanted, his hand moving with deadly precision - every stroke of his fingertips dragging something shivery and unbearable from your skin.

Bucky's surprised scoff cut across your struggling. "Well I'll be."

"All this time, huh?" Steve huffed a laugh through his nose.

"Oh, you are definitely getting it from me," Sam's chortling threat made you turn your head away, back to where only Loki could see your profile.

Gods, Loki.

This wasn’t the clumsy, forceful jabbing of a sparring partner trying to elicit a reaction.

This... this was deliberate. Skilled. Loki had found something new in you, and he was taking his time exploring it.

And the worst part?

The heat.

The deep, simmering pull in your stomach had nothing to do with his magic and everything to do with the way his body pinned yours, the warmth of his breath, the slow, dangerous way he was learning you.

You were done for.

“Now,” Loki called to the others, voice smooth and pleased and maddeningly composed over your breathless gasps, “what exactly should I be dishing out punishment for? As long as you all have tales of her misdeeds…”

His fingers fluttered along your ribs, light and delicate, dragging over the hyper-sensitive skin. Your body seized with a squeal, then a sharp, gasping laugh.

“…I’ll keep going.”

The traitorous bastards on the sidelines did not hesitate.

“How much time you got?” Sam called, laughing.

"She replaced the protein powder with flour," Bucky offered. "Had us all drinking sludge in our shakes for days until we realised."

Loki hummed in amusement. "Clever." His fingers never stopped - the feathery, unbearable strokes at your lower ribs making your body tremble under him.

"Last week she convinced Thor that the Alexa was not only a real person, but 'Midgard's Only Goddess.'" Sam snorted. "Had Thor trying to win her favour for hours."

Loki chuckled, shaking his head as though deeply ashamed of you. His fingers slid higher up your ribs, the change in focus so sudden it made your breath hitch violently - your body arching before you could stop it.

"Oh, that’s good," Sam laughed. "Keep her goin', we got more."

"She told the new recruits that I get my hair done at a salon called ‘Thunder Struck,’" Thor added, betrayal in his voice. "The rumours-"

"-are completely true," you gasped, still somehow defiant through the breathless laughter spilling out of you.

Loki sighed in faux fatigue. "A habitual liar, too. Unfortunate." His fingers shifted again, this time creeping into the soft space under your arm-

Your laughter folded into silence.

A sharp, breathless inhale was all you could manage, body seizing as your nerves exploded with sensation. Your free hand slammed into the mat, trying to brace yourself.

Loki noticed.

“Oh,” he purred, sounding far too satisfied. His fingers didn’t move, just rested there, as if savouring the way you tensed beneath him. “I see.”

Your eyes widened. Somehow, you knew what was coming.

“I believe,” he murmured darkly, “I’ve found the perfect place for my discipline.”

His fingers twitched.

A sharp, shuddering noise burst out of you.

Then he started moving.

Slow. Dragging.

Your body jolted before you could stop it, a sharp, helpless squirm beneath him. Your breath hitched violently in your throat, trying to hold in the laughter- you couldn’t let him win-

His fingers curled against your skin in a perfectly devastating way, grazing soft circles in the deepest, most vulnerable part of that untouched nerve space, and the laughter broke out of you in an uncontrollable rush.

Loki sighed, as if he were so terribly disappointed.

“What was it you called me last week?” he mused, tracing, scratching, slow, taunting circles over every tormenting inch. “Ah, yes - ‘horny Shakespeare?’”

You shrieked. Your trapped hand trembling into a fist, tears of mirth threatening hot behind your eyes.

The others roared with laughter.

“Or was it-” He shifted, pressing in closer, lips brushing against your burning ear, voice dripping with amusement, “-‘overgrown magician with daddy issues’?”

You shrieked again, laughter breaking apart into gasping, desperate protests.

“Oh, I rather like this one-” His fingers swirled, still unbearably light, sweeping quickly over the taut skin. “You said I ‘probably cry after sex.’”

“I TAKE IT BACK-”

Loki laughed, dark and dangerous, sitting back up as his fingers scraped gently, just enough to send fire through your nerves, to make your laughter break, to send your legs kicking uselessly against the mat.

"Ah, and my favourite," Loki continued, relentless, "-you looked me dead in the eyes, in front of the entire team, and asked me if my horns were, in fact, just overcompensation for something far more-"

He was cut off when his fingers stroked, just so, against the place just below your arm where your ribcage ended, and laughter tore through you, something wrecked in your voice, your body shaking against his.

"Oh, you didn't like that, did you?" he soothed in mock sympathy before his voice gave way to a dark, sensuous chuckle.

"Loki- PLEASE!"

You had never begged before.

But you'd never been ticklish before.

And Loki - Loki fucking knew.

His chuckle returned as his hand slowed to a stop, fingers still perched threateningly as your ragged breath expelled beneath him.

"Did you hear that, gentlemen?" Your chest heaved, body shaking from the sheer force of it all, something deeply unsettled in your bones as his palm smoothed down your side, lingering before his fingers tightened at your hip, his grip possessive. "I do believe our dear girl has finally learned some manners."

Your entire body burned.

Then, Loki pushed off, moving effortlessly to his feet as if the last five minutes hadn’t utterly destroyed you.

True to his word, he hadn't broken a sweat.

You barely managed to push yourself onto your knees, your body unsteady, your breathing still laboured.

"Wait, hold up," Sam interrupted, holding a hand towards you. "Loki, you gotta show us how to do that."

Loki stiffened. It was barely noticeable. A flicker. A shift in the air.

And then - smooth as ever, with an icy calm that sent a clear warning, "I used magic," he said, holding up a hand with fingertips glowing green. "You are not capable, and you should not try."

You looked up, saw the chilled death in his stare that bored into Sam.

Liar.

That's why he chose to test the side no one else can see; he didn't want anyone else knowing how to undo you.

And everyone knew it. The implication was clear:

Back off.

Sam held up his hands immediately. "Alright, damn. Not trying to start an intergalactic incident."

The tension in the room eased as you caught your breath, but the tension inside you only burned hotter.

Loki turned and met your gaze with something solemn in his expression, something dark and wanting... protective.

Something only for you.

And fuck, you were both done for.

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[aninipanin1]

Bachira may not like Lavinho trying to get with their manager, but which of the Blue Lock boys might actually try to get their manager with their coach? Do they support their coach or is it more like, “I don’t exactly like that our coach like our manager, but I would rather it be our coach than a different one.” And of course Anri is trying to get manager-chan with Ego, so his mood is better lol

I will just make a list of a few of them about this instead of a scenario if that's fine!

IS SUPPORTIVE/THE WINGMEN FOR THEIR MASTER COACHES:

ISAGI - Gets a little too competitive about this. Since he is a huge Noel Noa glazer, he is, of course, supportive of him and wants him to win your heart. Would ask for you to come to their stratum for advice just so that you and Noa can interact with each other. He may have been pissed with what he found out in the PXG match about Noa's intentions, but he knows that his master is trusted when it comes to other matters, so he is more than okay if you two do end up together. Lowkey, just want to make you happy, and if it means having a boyfriend who would cherish and love you. Sweet boy thinks that growing old alone is so sad and he doesn't want that to happen to you, so he is all in.

OLIVER - Listen. He loves the drama. He likes seeing Snuffy inwardly pissed off when he sees any of the master's come to you in the days of the matches or in the live cameras. Will spur Snuffy too to make him as jealous as possible by recounting to him moments between you and said other master's. Did Lavinho compliment you that day? Whispers to Snuffy about it. Did Noel Noa call for you in his office and you were there for quite a bit? Head straight for Snuffy. Thinks he is slick with women so he tries to give him advice. He also doesn't mind his coach possibly being with you since he is one if not the most responsible and emotionally available man of the four, so he wants his coach to win.

OTOYA - Loves the drama pt. 2. He is fine with Lavinho being with you, mainly because he can see how down bad his coach is and he feels a bit of pity. Thinks he is slick with women so he tries to give him advice pt. 2 (even though Lavinho doesnt really need it). He is also a gossiper when it comes to this, talking with Chigiri and Oliver for the newest gossip about the so-called reverse harem.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• ANRI (ships you and Ego)

• LOKI (because he just wants you to pick one of either the coaches or the World 5 because all of them always contact him for any news about you, because you treat him like you treat the Blue Lockers, and he is so damn tired.)

• KARASU (finds it all amusing)

DON'T REALLY CARE/DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK OF THE SITUATION:

BAROU - He legit couldn't care less. Your and his coach's love life is personal so why would he intrude? Well, as long as Snuffy or any of the masters don't make you cry, he's fine. He has sisters, so he's definitely protective of women as a whole, it doesn't help at all that he views you as some sort of elder sister he made in the facility, and so I bet you, he'd be the first one to beat up any of the masters, especially the one you may choose, if they ever break your heart.

CHIGIRI - Same as Barou, although he's a little bit more on the gossipy side. Listen, he's one of Blue Lock's gossip girl, convince me not. He does it with sass too. Prone to sassing Prince when it comes to him talking about you. It's nothing harmful just a bit of spazz like: "I don't think Y/n-san likes men that are this or that," whenever Chris Prince is doing or saying something questionable which will, of course, stop the master striker from doing anything. But, overall, he doesn't really care, finds it amusing, yes, but he doesn't go out of his way to spite or support any of the coaches, he's just the 3rd party watcher and listener.

NAGI - When does this boy ever care about anything? Like legit. But, of course, he does care for you one way or another, so he tries to be there for you when you are a little confused as to why the coaches were starting to act weirder and weirder around you. But, he gives like...bad advices. Like really bad, which fits his personality. He tries, okay? He's just not emotionally gifted, so forgive this cutie patootie. He's also very oblivious, like you are. I mean, you two probably share the same braincell when it comes to the matters of the heart. But, if he does find out the real reason, then he still won't care. Your life is your life anyways.

KURONA AND YUKIMIYA - They mostly just watch and react, yet theg don't actively seek information/gossip about you and the masters. Sure, they feel quite amused at what they see or even hear, but they don't have any deep care about this. Doesn't mean they don't care about you, but they just believe your life is your life and you can do whatever you want, especially since you're an adult already, and a trusted one at that. But, they won't reject any gossips they may hear or shared to them, nope.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• Most of Bastard Munchen and PXG (GAGAMARU, KIYORA, RAICHI, KAISER, NESS etc...)

AGAINST IT/THE PROTECTIVE BROTHERS LMAO:

BACHIRA - Numero uno hater of Lavinho along with the other masters and even the World 5. Nope. He heard SOOO many celebrity gossips about how men who have fame are infamous for being quite the playboy, even heard some said gossips on the coaches and the world 5 themselves. He read it all, Adam Blake and his ever-changing girlfriend every 2 weeks? Nope. That old ass article about Marc Snuffy's previous life in his prime? Skip, once a playboy always a playboy. Lavinho, who he sees everyday and see how he is quite the lady's man? HELL NO! He'll only hurt your feelings. Bachira is a mama's boy, so he's quite protective over women as a whole, but especially those he consider important to him. And you were the maternal figure that stepped in for all of them ever since Blue Lock started and he doesn't have his mom, so of course, he cares for you and doesn't want you to get hurt.

RIN - Listen, his master is innocent and not involved, yes. But does that lessen his dislike of those lukewarm men who hits on you when they are literally around? Hell no. Whenever a match is between the other team and you watched personally (you always do), they get too close and touchy-feely with you and he hates it. Who the hell wants to die? See, even if he tries to make it out that he hates his brother fully and unconditionally, deep down, in the roots of that hatred is a broken-hearted Rin, who felt so betrayed about Sae changing and misses having an older brother to be with. But, you somehow started to heal that hole, being the elder sibling that he needed in this insanity of a facility. So, you bet he's ready to ward off those men who don't deserve you.

REO - He hates it. He has been around famous celebrities and rich businessmen all his life. He knows how they can really be behind closed doors when it came to their romantic relationships. Short to say, it's not good. And he doesn't want anything to happen to you. Always gets in the way of the coaches, especially Prince when he tries to talk to you. He's quite brainy and slick with it too, using his smarts to give the most believable excuses for you to leave the conversation with any of the men, and he would be giving thay mischievous smirk everytime it works. Due to this, the coaches hate this chameleon menace. How is he so good at lying and hiding his true intentions? He's truly a damn chameleon.

HIORI - He's not as pronounced about his dislike like the others. But if he was asked, then he would immediately say no. He trusts you, wishes you were his guardian except of his own parents because he can see that you love and care for him, not just because of what he can do. He doesn't trust others easily now due to this, and well, that applies to those men who are after you. He doesn't want the only person he has such a deep connection with to be heartbroken and betrayed, just like how he found out he was just being used by his parents. He knows youre the adult here and that you can handle yourself, but even if youre the adult and he's the minor, he is still so scared for you and doesn't want you hurt just because of a stupid man:(

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• SHIDOU (he vibes with you so well and he actually listens to you, so he becomes a bit weird and violent when it comes to you)

• CHARLES (he likes you alot. And he likes you even more since Shidou does! This little imp is not afraid of biting ankles if you need it!)

• NIKO (tries to gaslight himself that the coaches don't like you, but he fails. At the surface he acts nonchalant, but deep down, he doesn't like it, thinks all the masters and world 5 are huge icks.)

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.