#FEM LOKI..

[theshamelesssimp]

Having a bad day, read x reader! Having a good one, read x reader! Bored, read x reader!

All in all, live, laugh, love x reader!

[ghxxuls]

Fem Loki in marvel rivals yes pls

[babymangosworld]

"Daddy" "princess" "pumpkin" "mommy" "puppy" "kitten" "doll"

[societyfolklore]

Hey I have request for loki x reader where she says her safe word during really rough yk….any fluff really! Thank you smm

Title: Because You Said It

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  What starts as an intense scene with Loki quickly turns into something overwhelming. But when you use your safeword, Loki drops everything to take care of you. In his arms, you’re never just a plaything, you’re his everything.

Word Count:  2.3k

Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Smut, Safe Word Use, Soft Dom Loki,  Aftercare, Hurt-Comfort, Rough sex, Fluff,

   A/N:  Hope this is ok.... Your back hit the mattress with a soft thud, wrists pinned above your head, Loki's magic a shimmering tether that held you in place, firm, binding, unyielding. His weight settled over your hips, body a perfect cage, mouth at your throat, biting, teasing, marking. His teeth grazed and sank with calculated cruelty, each scrape pulling a whimper from your lips, every bruise he left a dark, aching promise that you were his to ruin and worship.

"Such a beautiful thing when you beg," he purred against your skin, voice a rumble of velvet smoke that sent shivers down your spine. His tongue traced a slow, possessive line up your throat before his lips brushed your ear. "But tonight, I don't want your words. I want your surrender."

He pulled back just enough to look down at you, eyes dark with hunger and intent. "I want to break you open completely," he said, and his tone held reverence, not cruelty. "I want to take you apart piece by piece until you're trembling and raw and mine in every way."

His hips pressed forward in a slow, grinding roll that made your breath stutter. "I want all of it. Every gasp, every cry, every broken edge of you- offered to me like worship."

His lips ghosted over your pulse point, voice lowering further. "And when there’s nothing left but the pieces you give me, I’ll hold them. I’ll rebuild you."

The weight of his promise settled over you like silk and iron, both terrifying and comforting. You trembled under him, knowing you were about to be undone.

Your breath caught. Your lips parted to respond, but you simply nodded, trembling with anticipation. Eyes wide and glassy with arousal, your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum. He kissed your forehead, a fleeting, tender press that contrasted the feral hunger burning in his eyes. Fingers hooked in the band of your underwear, dragging them down with rough impatience, letting the cool air lick across flushed skin already tingling with need.

The first thrust had you gasping, back arching violently as the air punched out of your lungs. The second drove a helpless cry from your throat, a sound that echoed around the room like a prayer and a plea all at once. The third, deep and unrelenting. It knocked the breath clean from your lungs and left you reeling, vision blurring at the edges.

He was relentless.

The rhythm he set was brutal, merciless, each movement powered by something primal and possessive. His hips crashed into yours with bone-rattling force, again and again, as though he was trying to carve himself into your very being. Each thrust jolted through you like a lightning strike, turning your spine to fire. His hands clamped down on your waist, bruising, possessive, dragging you down into every punishing stroke until your body was trembling under the pressure.

You were folded beneath him, legs forced wide, your body moulded to the shape of his demands. His chest heaved with exertion above you, sweat slicked between your bodies, his hair falling wild around his face like a dark halo. Magic crackled along your skin, electricity buzzing under your flesh in rhythm with his thrusts, burning, thrilling, overwhelming.

The sounds between you were obscene. Wet. Sharp. Rhythmic and raw. Every gasp, every cry, every desperate plea was swallowed by the heavy air. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard knocking softly with each violent push.

He growled something in a language older than time, the syllables guttural and fierce, his voice ragged and deep with possession. “Mine,” he snarled, each syllable like iron dragged across silk. “This- all of you- mine to take. Mine to ruin. Mine to rebuild.”

You tried to keep up, to stay grounded, to stay present, but each thrust shoved you further from yourself. You were unraveling, each brutal snap of his hips shoving you further out of your body. Your hands strained uselessly against the binds, muscles aching from tension, your voice caught between moans, gasps, and the broken sound of surrender. Every inch of you was overstimulated, nerves screaming, your core tightening to a painful point.

His grip on your hips was bruising, holding you still while he fucked you through your own shattering limits. Your eyes fluttered, rolling back as your legs kicked weakly, searching for a foothold, a tether, anything. But there was only him. Only this.

It was too much. Too deep. Too fast. Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry, pleasure and panic tangling together like wires in your chest. The edges of sensation blurred into something razor-sharp, something almost frightening. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, drowning out everything but the sound of him claiming you. Your mind screamed for him, pleaded for him, but your voice faltered, lost beneath the rising tide of sensation.

You whimpered, a broken noise, tried again, louder this time, voice shaking, tears catching in your throat as your body trembled beneath him.

You had to say it. You needed to.

"Moonlight."

Everything stopped.

Loki froze instantly - not a moment of hesitation. The second the word left your lips, everything shifted. His eyes flew to your face, and panic surged beneath the thick layer of lust that had clouded them just moments before. One hand flew to your cheek, cupping it with trembling fingers, while the other steadied you by the waist. The magical restraints blinked out of existence with a faint shimmer, and your arms fell free, immediately cradled against your chest.

He leaned back, just enough to give you breathing room, his chest rising and falling too fast, like he’d just realized how far gone he’d been. His expression flickered, fury at himself, guilt, a gut-wrenching vulnerability that few ever got to see. The hunger in his features drained away, leaving only the echo of it clinging to the edges of a horror he could barely voice.

"Darling? Are you alright? Did I- did I hurt you?"

His voice was tight, like it caught in his throat on the way out. It wasn't Loki the god speaking. It was Loki the man, the one who held every shard of your safety like a sacred oath.

You nodded quickly, breath still coming in uneven bursts. Tears had welled at the corners of your eyes, not from pain but from sheer overwhelm. You reached for him instinctively, brushing your fingers against his forearm.

"I'm okay," you whispered hoarsely. "I just... I needed to say it before it was too much."

Without another word, he moved. Not rushed, but deliberate. He gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest with a gentleness that belied his strength. One arm wrapped tightly around your middle while the other smoothed over your spine, up and down in long, steady strokes meant to ground and soothe.

His lips brushed the crown of your head. "I'm sorry," he murmured, voice raw and cracking. "I should have seen the signs. I pushed too hard. I lost track of you."

You shook your head against his chest. "You stopped," you said, barely above a whisper. "That’s what matters. That’s why we have it. I trusted you to stop, and you did."

He pulled you even closer, chin resting atop your head, breath warm in your hair. His grip tightened—not out of desperation, but to reinforce his promise. The hunger from before had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming protectiveness that radiated from him like magic.

"You were perfect," he said, voice low and reverent. "So perfect. I lost myself, but you- you brought me back. With just one word. Gods, what would I do without that word... without you?"

The bath was already drawn when he carried you in his arms, one under your knees, the other wrapped securely around your back. This time, there was no magic, no teleportation. Just him. Steady and real. His footsteps were slow, careful, as though he feared jostling you might undo the fragile calm you were regaining.

"I'll take care of you," he murmured, his lips pressing softly to the top of your head, voice laced with devotion. "Let me make it right."

The water steamed gently, infused with lavender, chamomile, and something faintly citrus- your favorite blend. A calming combination, glowing faintly from the magic he’d imbued, but subtle, like a spell cast with love instead of power. The room was lit only by candlelight and the faint shimmer of rune-glow from the edges of the tub.

He stepped into the tub behind you, careful and composed, and lowered you carefully between his legs as though you were something fragile, newly made. You sank into him, your back against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, a deep exhale shuddering from your lungs. His arms folded around you briefly before one hand reached for the soap and the other cradled your jaw, guiding you gently.

His fingers moved with care, massaging your scalp, working shampoo through your hair with the gentleness of someone handling something sacred. His nails scraped lightly, grounding, and he murmured soft encouragements into your ear as he worked. He tilted your head back slightly, thumbs brushing behind your ears as warm water sluiced through your hair, rinsing away sweat and magic and remnants of strain. You could feel his breath near your temple, steady, grounding, and real in a way nothing else had felt all evening.

Even the steam seemed to wrap around the two of you like a blanket, like the bath itself had become a sanctuary he built for you to recover in. Every movement from him was reverent, quiet, but intended, as though he was worshiping, not washing.

“You did so well,” he murmured, his lips grazing your hairline as he spoke. “You let yourself go, you let me in. I saw all of you and you were beautiful.”

You let out a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering shut under the rhythm of his fingers.

“I’m so proud of you,” he continued, his voice softer than silk, wrapping around you like a second skin. “Not just for tonight. For trusting me. For knowing when to speak. For saying the word. That takes more strength than most people ever have.”

His fingers slowed, fingertips combing gently through your strands, letting the silence cradle the moment.

“You’re safe, love,” he whispered, placing a kiss just behind your ear. “Here, with me. Always. Nothing touches you without going through me first. Not pain. Not fear. Nothing.”

A soft shudder ran through you, but this time from comfort. Letting his hands and words soak into your bones.

He washed away sweat and tears, his touch never lingering too long, never crossing a boundary. Just enough to make you feel seen. Cherished.

When he gently washed between your thighs, he paused. His eyes searched your face.

"Better?"

"Yeah. That feels nice." You nodded, voice soft.

"Tell me if anything doesn’t," he said, so seriously you felt tears sting your eyes again.

After the bath, he helped you into one of his undershirts - impossibly soft, smelling like cedar and musk. He sat cross-legged behind you on the bed, towel draped over your shoulders, comb in hand.

He ran it gently through your hair, untangling every knot with infinite patience. You let out a small sigh as the tension left your body.

"Do you want a braid?"

"Yes, please."

He smiled, twisting strands between his fingers with a grace that spoke of years of practice. "Frigga used to braid mine, you know," he murmured, voice dipping into something softer, nostalgic. "She said it helped me focus. That sometimes, when the mind turns cruel and loud, the hands can soothe what the thoughts cannot."

He glanced down at the braid forming in his fingers, brushing a lock over your shoulder. "I didn’t believe her at first. Thought it was just something mothers said to keep restless sons calm. But later... I understood. There’s a kind of magic in the repetition, the care, the quiet of it."

His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "It became something I did when I needed to feel like myself again. When the chaos inside grew too loud."

The strands of your hair slipped through his fingers as he continued braiding, the rhythmic motion steady and grounding, not just for you but for him too.

You closed your eyes, letting the rhythm of his hands lull you into peace. Each tug of the braid soothed something inside you, and by the time he secured the end with a small band conjured from thin air, your muscles had gone soft and heavy. You leaned back against his chest for a moment, soaking in the warmth of his body and the feel of his arms wrapping around you.

When he finished, you turned in his lap, shifting to straddle him lazily, arms winding around his neck. He held you immediately, strong arms locking around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest as though he couldn’t bear a single inch between you.

His chin dipped to your shoulder, breath warming your skin. “You brought me back,” he murmured, voice thick. “The moment you said the word... it cut through everything. The haze, the hunger, I was gone, and then there you were.” His fingers splayed across your back, anchoring you. “I never want to be the reason you're afraid. Not even for a moment.”

Your fingertips stroked through the hair at the nape of his neck as you nuzzled into his collarbone. “You aren’t,” you whispered. “You're the reason I can say it. Because I know you'll always listen. Always catch me.”

He exhaled shakily, his body shuddering just once, then stilling. He kissed your shoulder, then your temple, then the crown of your head, slowly and reverently. “I’ll never let anything hurt you,” he said. “Not even me. Especially not me.”

You stayed wrapped together like that for a long time, swaying slightly as he rocked you without realizing it. Your heartbeats matched, slow and deep, and the world outside your quiet little cocoon ceased to matter. The candlelight flickered low, shadows stretching softly across the floor, and beyond the window, the stars blinked awake one by one, like they were watching over you.

Safe. Loved. Home.

[shibaleeart]

my beautiful diety

[kidovna]

save me fem presenting loki… fem presenting loki save me….

bonus:

[loveablevileness]

[hansoeii]

little lokius treat

[sh1-n0bu]

me, reading a sub [character] smut: yessss. yeeessssss. fUCK YEAH! GET THEIR ASS!

said fic, towards the ending: [character] flips u over, now towering over you with renewed vigor and fire in their eyes. “daddy/mommy’s hungry now”

me, paling like the fucking ash baby: wait no. no no nonononononono what’re you doing???? nOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—

[mountkennedie]

Unleashing Hell

Loki x fem!reader

HEAVILY inspired by this one fluttershy x discord clip

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You were captured by some of Loki's enemies (why does he have so many) and when he finds out, he comes to save you. angst to fluff

Warnings: Kidnapping and all the entails with it, men being pigs, hints at r4pe (not described), violence (Loki makes the PAY), could be triggering for s/h survivors (I will label where)

A.N. I love 'em protective fafo!!!

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Loki was already uneasy with your lack of attendance at afternoon tea. You rarely missed it, even said it was your favorite part of your day. And even when you had to cancel for whatever reason, you always alerted him beforehand. He sat there and let his cup run cold as he waited half an hour for your appearance. But once he concluded that you were not going to make it, he downed the now chilled cup and went back to his room, unfulfilled.

Then when there was a vacancy at dinner as well, he really was concerned for your well-being. He asked around if anyone had seen you, and all responses came back negative. His anxiety grew with each dissatisfying interaction. Loki was not one to worry about much, but for the much he did care about, it all concerned you.

He went to your room at a speed that would definitely be shocking to any onlooker. However now he did not care. You had not made any acknowledgement of your existence to anyone the entire day, and it was not like you. Even on days when you did not want to be disturbed, you told him in advance. But never complete silence.

He approached your door, his chest slightly heaving from the trek he had just completed. He could have just used magic, but he decided to use his time in travel to think of what he was going to tell you. Knock. No response. Knock knock. Still nothing. He sucked in a chest of air and said, loud enough to be heard on the other end of the door, "(Y/n)? Are you alright?" And once more, no response. His brows knitted as he concentrated on hearing anything on the other side of the door. But what he received only followed his current theme of the day, disappointment.

"(Y/N)?" He asked in a louder tone now. And like before he extended his focus to hear any sign of life on the other side of the door. But there was still nothing. Loki sighed and used some simple magic to unlock your door and entered slowly. His eyes scanned all around, but they did not find there desired target. He felt relief wash over him as he saw a lit candle in your bedroom. He knew you would never leave a lit candle unattended, so you must be near.

How long has this been burning?, Loki asked himself. The wax had well spilled over the holder and was now seeping in a puddle below itself. The relief he had recently acquired was now tested by oncoming suspicion. She would not have left it in this condition, He thought. His eyes looked around further, this time under the guise of skepticism. And he noticed a, now cold, glass of tea. And at your desk, there was something you were writing. The paper would not have usually paid much interest to him, however the way you left off mid word, did.

Loki blew out your candle before it could mess up any more of your table and instead used his green flame to light the room. And that was when he saw it. On your night stand there was a note.

Hello "God of Mischief"

Looking for someone?

Your beloved (Y/N) will be spending some time with my friends and I for some time

I hope you don't mind

But since I know you do

Bring us The Eternal Flame and you can get her back

And remember

Try anything foolish and you can say goodbye to her

The note had a loc of your hair attracted to it. The flame Loki already had flowing, grew into an inferno. The note went up into smoke, but not before he saw the address of the place he was supposed to go. It wasn't to far from the castle at all. The thought that someone in Asgard can have such strong disdain for him that they would do this, sat in the back of his mind. He would think of it later, once you were back in his arms.

He teleported to the doors of Odin's treasure room and got the eternal flame, though he had no actual intent of giving it away. However he needed you back, and Loki would do anything for that to happen. Once out of the room, he made sure he was not seen with the flame, and flew to the place you were being held. He was running on emotions at large, and due to that, did not think of a plan other than gutting everyone involved purely for putting you through this.

He flung the two doors open in one big wave of green. The first person he saw was a man dressed plainly. With a glare that held so much chill it made Jotunheim seem underperforming, he raised one hand to the man. His voice was heavy and daunting like an eldritch horror and he uttered the words, "Where is my bride."

When the man didn't answer fast enough for Loki's liking, in a green flicker, the man was being held by his throat. He was lifted and brought to Loki's face. His voice became low and haunting and he spoke, "where is she." The man looked into Loki's eyes with a fear that would live with for the rest of his days. However with Loki's current mood, he would live with that fear for the rest of this hour.

The man was too focused on getting air in his lungs that he did not respond to the God. And for that, Loki just placed his hand on the man's forehead and saw where you were being held in his memory. Once he got the information he needed, he sprung a blade from the palm that currently rested on the man's forehead, and ended his fear.

His body slumped to the floor and Loki continued on his hunt for you. He took a right and continued down a hallway. The man's blood on his hand was the least on his concern. Another man springs from a corner, armed with a spear. He doesn't pounce on Loki yet, but gets into position to. "Where's the flame, Laufyson." He spat the name like a slur. However what Loki was more focused on was how this man knew of his true lineage. The thought caught him off guard, and it was enough for the man to approach and strike him across the cheek. His blood coated the edge of the spear, and it broke him from his thoughts. "Or will we have to spend more time with that pretty girl you keep locked away." That line was what got Loki's emotions to front his actions again. But the problem with that was, his moves were more sloppy this way.

The man he was fighting was clearly a trained warrior. And with the help of his accomplice, that had suddenly joined in the fight as well, Loki was soon pinned to the ground. In a cocky tone the first man said, "you know, 'prince'. For you to call yourself a benevolent God, and then not want to share your prize... isn't very fair is it? She should not even be with you. And now you will not let her even be around those of better company? Makes me want to keep the flame and her, just to show her a good time." The disgusting captor and his accomplice broke out into a fit of laughter. Many had thought you and Loki's relationship was as controlling as the pigs said. But no one ever understood how free you really were with him.

The obnoxious joy the two pigs were enjoying were soon silenced when Loki rose from the ground. His hands enveloped in a blinding green glow. He said nothing at first, except lifted the men by the neck with one hand, like before. Except for a moment Loki closed his eyes, and sensed every presence in the building. Everyone except you were hunted down by his shadows and brought to where he was standing now.

TW AND VIOLENCE

It was a collection of ten men, all foul in their own ways. They met the same fate as the two men currently hanging. He gagged every man so that you not hear their torture. And with his other hand he summoned twenty daggers. One for each foot of the men. When they punctured, he began to speak and he summoned more knives. "I know that I am not one who was bound for a fruitful love." Ten knives, one for each man. They began at the feet, tracing slowly up the leg. the knives had enough pressure at the hilt to break through clothes and their skin. "And that is my burden to bear," the knives slowed to a stop at the waistline. And returned to the foot on the other leg, then mimicked their work on the other leg.

Loki was glad he gagged them. He didn't want the screams of your captors to haunt you. When the knives reached the waistline, they met both lines in the middle and began scaling up their stomachs. "However," there was a slight growl in his tone. The blade stopped at their necks. "If you, or anyone dare to harm my wife," he brought them close to his face and looked into all of their eyes. "I will always find you, and not even Valhalla could stop me from decimating you over, and over again." The blades sliced through all their throats, and their blood splattered all over Loki.

TW AND VIOLENCE END

He dropped their dripping carcasses and went to where they were holding you. Before walking in, in another wave of green, he cleaned their blood off of himself to make sure he didn't alarm you. When he opened the door, what he saw enraged him but most importantly, broke his heart.

You were tied to a chair and had a large sac over your head. You were trembling, and as his footsteps got closer, he heard your breath quicken with fear. "(Y/n)! (Y/n) it's me, it's alright." He slowly took the sac off so your eyes could adjust. What he saw broke him even more. You were gagged and your eyes were full of tears. He noticed a bit of your hair was shorter than the rest and he wish he could revive those bastards just to do even worse to them.

When you registered it was Loki you made a sound of relief and leaned as close as the ropes allowed, to him. In a second the gag and ropes dropped to the floor and you fell into Loki's arms. You just sobbed incoherently and let him hold you together as you did. Loki wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you both up. You don't know when he did it, due to your eyes being shut, but he transported you both back to your room.

He held you in a crushing embrace, like you could be taken from him again at any moment. When you caught a bit of your bearings you said in a broken voice, "I don't want to be in here." The scene was still the exact same as when they took you. Then immediately, the pair of you were in Loki's room, still embraced. "Thanks," you replied as some left over tears still stained your face.

"Anything for you, darling." His hand rubbed your back as he softly spoke. There was darkness underlying his words, but you didn't acknowledge it, "And I mean anything." He was there as you showered, but not in the shower, he respected your need for privacy. Especially after today. And he stayed with you for the rest of the evening and even held you as you slept. As a reminder of his undying loyalty and love for you.

How these men knew of him so well he did not understand. And it plagued his mind as you rested. He did not care much for his information being known, only if it meant it could put you in danger. That would always be his first priority.

[grim-reapers-wife]

My first fanfic! So I’m starting out simple and small with who else but Loki 💚🖤

Summary- Loki thinks that y’all are together since the Asgardian tradition is to court before marriage, like being in a relationship, and it is typically not announced. Thor finds out and teaches him the Midgard way of courtship, and that y’all aren’t officially together until he asks you.

Don’t mind any grammatical errors! I’m not a professional by any means. 😅. Enjoy!

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I walk into the library where Loki and I hang out most days, he’s reading an Asgardian book again for the third time this week. “Are you seriously reading that book again?” I question and sit down in the spot on the couch next to him. “Why yes I am, darling. Are you questioning my reading habits?” He marks the page and sets it down on the other side of him. “Must be really interesting for you to read it so many times.” I smirk in his direction. “Quite. You should read it sometime.” Loki says smirking right back “Oh wait, that’s right; you don’t speak Asgardian. Hmm, what a shame, darling.” He picks up the book again and begins to read. We drift into a comfortable silence while read my own book for a case that Tony has me working.

*buzz buzz*

I pick up my phone “Shoot.” I fire off a couple of messages before Loki looks over. “Everything okay, darling?” He sets his book aside. “Yeah everything’s fine I’m just a little late for a lunch with my friend. I’ll catch you later, mkay?” I grab my things and head out through the library doors.

I arrive at the café 20 minutes late and catch my friend sitting in the corner sipping a coffee. “Sorry I’m late! How are you?” I hug my childhood friend and sit across from him, catching up on everything in his life.

Meanwhile, Loki is still reading his book in the library undisturbed…Until Thor comes barreling in. “Thor, you baboon! Have you no respect for the quiet nature of the library?” He snipes in the other prince’s direction. “Always a pleasure, brother!” Thor walks over to Loki. “I’ll have you know that I come with information with your benefit in mind, brother.” Loki sets his book aside. “Get on with it, I’d like to continue reading.” Thor lazily drapes himself in the chair across from Loki.“I saw y/n chatting with a guy downstairs in the café, I thought y’all were together, brother. Or at least so you’ve told me.” Loki sends a death glare to his brother. “Of course we’re together, what are you on about?” Thor looks at Loki “I’m not sure brother, it looked like a date.” Loki’s brows furrow. “A date? What is that?” Thor sits up straighter. “You know, a date. It’s a tradition here on Midgard, when two people are together romantically they go on outings together.” Loki shakes his head slightly and Thor continues. “You have asked her to officially date you, right brother? On Midgard I believe it is officially called boyfriend and girlfriend. Jane told me about it.” Loki shakes his head. “I- I guess not then. I didn’t know that we were not counting this entire time.” Thor laughs. “Courting? I haven’t heard that word since mother tried to set me up back on Asgard. No, no, that’s not a thing here. To make things official you must ask the lady.” Loki stares down at his hands grasping why his brother has told him.

A couple hours later I finish hanging out with my old friend, and I’m on my way to my room. I turn the key in the lock and push the door open to find Loki sitting on my bed. I jump lightly and gasp. “Loki! Jesus you scared me.” I close the door and walk into my room. “How long have you been here?” He stands up and shakes his head. “That’s not important right now.” He declares, his accent coming out strong. I look at him questioningly. “Are you alright?” He shakes his head. “Were you on- on a date?” He questions and I stare, not expecting that sort of question. “Um,” when I finally regain my senses I answer. “No, I wasn’t on a date, Loki. Is that what’s bothering you?” His shoulders sag with relief and a long breath escapes him. “Thor told me he’d seen you on a date. I didn’t know what that was so he explained. You see, on Asgard; there’s a similar thing called courting. It’s typically not announced and is a short interval of time before marriage. I have believed this whole time that I was courting you but Thor informed me of my ignorance.” I stare in disbelief. He thought we were together? He likes me back? How could he have not known? What does this mean for us now? A million questions fill my head. Loki steps forward and takes my hands. “I did research on this and your Midgardian traditions but forgive me if I do anything wrong. Will you officially court- date, will you officially date me?” I laugh just a little at the sweet gesture and nod my head. “Yes Loki, I thought you’d never ask.” He breaks into a smile wider than I’ve ever seen. “Thank the gods.” He grabs me and spins me around, I laugh like a child. “Loki put me down!” I hit his chest playfully. “He also said something about boyfriends? I don’t fully understand.” I giggle and cover my mouth to stifle the rest of my laughs. “So you’re my boyfriend now, and I’m your girlfriend. Officially as of two seconds ago since you asked me, and I said yes.” He nods his head. “I understand, so no dates with others people?” “Right.” I answer. He nods once more. “I will take you on one of these dates, tonight, yes?” I smile and look up at him. “Sure, that sounds wonderful, Loki.” He walks to my door and stops before he walks away. “I’ll see you then, darling.”

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Thank you SO SO much for reading! If you’ve made it this far I assume you enjoyed. ☺️ If you did I’m so glad and if you didn’t like it feel free to give KIND constructive criticism. I will always accept tips and opinions. Again, this was my first fanfic EVER 🤣 so I’m sure it wasn’t great but lmk! If you have a request I’m 100% open to take it, just be patient with me lol 😆 Byeee!

[ghxxuls]

Lady low-key

[vampireimiko]

Loki and Bucky (separate) Relationship Headcanons !!

warnings, none at all i promi

note, when i tell y'all i need them BOAF at the same time...

Loki

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Being in a relationship with Loki of all people is NOT for the weak. Especially if you have the same personality as him. Sassy and doesn’t know when to watch his mouth? Oh, you two would be menaces together.

Like, if you ever called him a "drama queen," he will dramatically sigh and say, "Drama king, thank you very much."

If you ever dare to out-sass him, he’ll just squint at you like, "Ah, so this is betrayal." But secretly? He loves it. Someone who can keep up with his wit? Absolutely captivating.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° But I digress! Loki is the king of dramatic declarations for a reason. He'll sweep into a room and declare, "Ah, my beloved! I have longed for you!" even if you just saw him five minutes ago.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °He constantly tries to fluster you with smooth lines, but the second you turn it around on him, he short-circuits.

"Loki, you’re breathtaking."

"—Wait, what?... I mean! Well, yes, of course I am."

He says barely managing to get his composure back.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As the God of Mischief, he obviously loves to prank people. But he has a strict rule: You are off-limits. However, if you ever wanted to join in on one of his schemes he'd never deny you 😹

He also likes teaching you magic! Not the dangerous kind, just little illusions so you can mess with people together. A true power couple.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He pretends to be above cuddling, claiming that it's one of the stupid things that mortals do, but yet he clings to you in his sleep like an octopus.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Jealous Loki is hilarious. He won’t get outwardly possessive, but he’ll suddenly be extra touchy or slip in phrases like, "Yes, my darling, the love of my immortal life, my one and only." just to make a point.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He has an unfair advantage in arguments because he’ll just shapeshift into you and mock you in your own voice. "Oh look at me, I’m so adorable when I’m mad—" cue you smacking him with a pillow.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite his dramatics, he trusts you more than anyone. He’s not used to being vulnerable, but with you? He can just be—no masks, no tricks, just Loki.

Bucky

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Bucky adores the time he spends with you and is so happy to call you his. He will try to act tuff from time to time, but you see straight through his facade each and every time.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He has a soft spot a mile wide for you. You could ask him to do anything, and he’d grumble about it but do it anyway. "I swear, doll, you’re the only one who could talk me into this."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Bucky loves hearing you laugh. If he can make you snort? That’s such a win for him😭. He’ll smirk like it’s the best thing he’s done all day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The man has dad jokes and grumpy old man energy for days.

"Bucky, did you just say ‘back in my day’ unironically?"

"…Shut up."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He gets ridiculously flustered if you compliment his smile. "Shut up—No, I’m not smiling. You’re imagining things."

"Yeah okay, James!" You teased poking his side.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° If he’s in a bad mood, you’re one of the only people who can pull him out of it. Everyone else gets grunts and glares, but the second you walk in? He melts.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He pretends he doesn’t get jealous, but his hand will suddenly find your waist if someone flirts with you. Or he’ll just stare at the poor fool until they get the hint.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He likes holding your hand, but he always lets you take his metal one first. He doesn’t even realize it until you lace your fingers together, and then his grip tightens just a little—like he never wants to let go.

He still feels a bit insecure about his robotic limb here and there, but in moments like these, it doesn't even matter. Being near you is all he needs.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When he wakes up from nightmares, you’re the only thing that grounds him :((. Just your voice or the feeling of your hand on his is enough to bring him back.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He’s absolutely wrapped around your finger, and honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way 🫶🏾

additional note ! AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[societyfolklore]

Polite Punishment

Title: Polite Punishment

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  Loki is a jealous man and when you make the mistake of talking to another during the celebrations, well he just has to remind you who you belong too.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Smut, jealousy, Possessiveness, Manhandling, Marking, Praise & Degradation, Slight Overstimulation, fingering, rough sex, wall sex, sex in hall way.. Loki Being a bloody menace

A/N: I’ve missed him! Been so Bucky focused I needed my slinky boy! 

You barely had a chance to breathe before you were dragged into the shadows.

Loki’s fingers clamped around your wrist, his grip like iron as he pulled you into a secluded alcove in the Asgardian palace. The grand ballroom continued behind you, filled with laughter, clinking goblets, and the hum of a celebration. But here, in the darkness, the air was thick with something else entirely. The scent of candle wax and Asgardian mead lingered, but it was drowned out by the sheer heat radiating from him.

Loki shoved you against the cool stone wall, his body pressing flush against yours, his breath sharp and uneven. You tried to steady yourself, but it was impossible with his presence enveloping you, his touch an intoxicating mixture of anger and need.

His hands trailed down your arms, fingers ghosting over your skin before tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. He didn’t speak yet, only watching you, gaze flickering over your parted lips, your heaving chest. A predator assessing its prey.

He was furious.

But there was something else beneath the rage, something darker, hungrier. The kind of possessiveness that didn’t just demand, it devoured.

"Loki- "

"Silence."

The command was sharp, ice-cold, but the way his fingers brushed against your pulse betrayed something deeper. A barely-restrained desperation. He leaned in, lips grazing the shell of your ear, breath hot against your skin. His voice was low, rich, a velvet dagger pressed to your throat.

"Tell me, little minx- did you enjoy it?" His voice dripped with venom, smooth and dangerous, each syllable wrapping around you like a snare.

Your brow furrowed, confusion flickering across your face. "Enjoy what?"

His fingers closed around your chin, tilting your face up until his piercing blue eyes burned into yours. The air between you felt electric, his touch searing against your skin.

"Don’t play coy." His thumb brushed your bottom lip, lingering there, pressing just enough to part your lips. His touch was deceptively soft, the calm before the storm brewing beneath his frame. "I saw you let him touch you. That pathetic little excuse for a noble. His hands on your arm. His lips close to your ear."

Your stomach tightened, your breath hitching at the restrained fury in his voice.

"Loki, he was just being polite- " you tried, but your voice wavered, the excuse sounding weak even to your own ears.

"Polite." Loki scoffed, the word rolling off his tongue like a venom-laced dagger. The corner of his mouth curled into something dark, possessive, and before you could react, his knee nudged between your thighs, parting them with slow, deliberate force. The movement was effortless, a show of control that sent a ripple of heat through you.

"Politeness does not make your breath hitch," he murmured, tilting his head, watching you unravel. "It does not make you look at him like that. Like a temptress, knowing full well to whom you belong."

A soft whimper betrayed you. You swallowed hard, your pulse skipping, heart racing as his hands slid lower, fingers tracing the delicate curve of your waist, a slow, possessive caress that burned through the fabric of your dress.

"He touched you." Loki’s lips brushed against your cheek, the faintest ghost of contact that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

His breath was hot against your skin, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I hope you enjoyed it, darling."

His fingers slid down your waist, gripping you with sudden force, dragging you flush against him, his body hard, unyielding. His scent- leather, spice, and something darkly intoxicating, filled your senses, overwhelming you. He was starving for you, but you could feel it, he wanted you to suffer for it, to beg.

"Because I’m about to make sure you'll want no one else to touch you again."

A sharp gasp tore from your throat as he spun you around, pressing your chest to the cool stone. His hands were everywhere, spreading your thighs, yanking up the layers of fabric between him and what was his. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh, as if he needed to remind you exactly who owned you.

"You belong to me, pet. Say it."

Your head swam, arousal pulsing low in your belly, your breath catching as the dominance in his voice sent a thrill straight through you. "Loki- "

A sharp slap landed on your ass, making you yelp, the sting of his palm leaving heat blooming across your skin.

"Say it."

Your hands braced against the wall, body trembling, your thighs squeezing together in desperate need. "I- I belong to you."

Loki hummed, pleased, his teeth grazing your neck before he bit down, sucking a deep bruise into your delicate skin. You could feel the smirk against your throat as he pulled away.

"Good girl."

His fingers slipped beneath your undergarment, teasing along your slick folds, and he let out a low, wicked chuckle.

"Tsk. And here you were, acting so innocent." His fingers pressed in deeper, gathering your arousal, his other hand steadying you by your hip as you whimpered, pushing back against him.

"So needy for me already." His tongue flicked against your earlobe, and you shuddered, your body betraying you. "Tell me, little one, do you think he could make you this wet? Think he could make you moan the way I do?"

You shook your head, lips parted, a whimper breaking free. He wasn’t satisfied.

"Say it." His fingers withdrew, leaving you empty, aching, until he thrust them back in, curling them just right.

Your body jerked, a strangled moan escaping your lips. "No- only you, Loki, only you- please- "

He growled, low and possessive, before flipping you back around before you could catch your breath. His eyes burned into you, his pupils blown wide, his smirk dark and sinfully cruel.

"That’s what I thought."

And then he was inside you.

You screamed, your back arching as he buried himself deep, stretching you so completely that for a moment, you couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure making your vision blur. He was huge, his length forcing you open, filling you to your limit, and still, he pressed forward, deeper, deeper, until you felt impossibly full, until you thought you might break.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as his pace turned brutal, relentless, desperate. He groaned, a ragged sound against your skin, his breath hot and uneven.

"Too much?" His voice was a cruel mockery of concern, but his hands were firm, gripping your thighs, holding you open for him as he dragged himself out just enough to make you whimper at the loss, before slamming back in with a force that left you breathless.

"Take it, little one," he murmured, his voice dark, silk-soft, wicked. "You can take all of me."

Your walls fluttered around him, body clenching, torn between the burn and the devastating pleasure that followed every punishing thrust. Loki growled, low and possessive, his fingers leaving bruises where he gripped you, his body driving you further, higher, into something uncontrollable.

You had never felt so completely his.

He lifted you effortlessly, pressing you firm against the wall, one hand gripping your thigh as he drove himself harder, deeper. Each thrust sent fire sparking through your veins, a delicious mix of pleasure and punishment. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the secluded alcove, your gasps swallowed by Loki’s hungry mouth as he claimed you in every possible way.

"Mine," Loki snarled, biting down on your shoulder, his hands leaving burning imprints on your hips. "No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to hear the way you moan. Do they darling? Need you to say it again."

You couldn’t think, could barely breathe, your body shattering apart as he pounded into you with devastating force. "L-Loki."

"You feel it, don’t you?" His voice was ragged, half a growl. "How perfectly you fit around me?"

You nodded frantically, tears pricking your eyes as the pleasure coiled tight in your belly. "Yes- Loki, please- "

"Please?" His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and his hand slid between you to rub tight, torturous circles over your clit. "You beg so prettily, darling. Say it properly."

Your hands scrabbled for purchase against the stone wall, nails scraping helplessly against the rough surface as your entire body trembled with need. You barely had enough breath to speak, your voice breaking into a whimper. "Please, Loki- please let me come!"

"Good girl." His voice was dark with approval, a deep growl of possession that curled around you like a chain.

His fingers pressed harder, merciless and unrelenting, his pace turning feral, unstoppable- and the world shattered. The tension inside you snapped with violent intensity, pleasure cresting in a devastating wave that tore through your limbs, leaving you wrecked and trembling. You screamed his name, your body seizing around him, walls clenching tight as he drove into you harder, milking every last pulse of pleasure from your body.

Loki let out a low, broken groan, his grip bruising as he slammed deep one last time, spilling into you with a shuddering gasp. His hips jerked, lazy thrusts rolling through his aftershocks, making sure you felt every drop, every claim he had on you.

Your legs gave out, but Loki caught you easily, his strong arms wrapping around you as he sank to the floor with you still locked in his embrace. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your damp skin.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of your breathing, your pulse thundering in your ears. Loki pressed a slow, languid kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering as if he couldn’t bear to pull away just yet.

Then, his mouth curved into a smirk, his voice still thick with satisfaction as he nuzzled into your hair.

"You will not make me jealous again, darling." His lips grazed your ear, his breath sending another shiver down your spine as his fingers traced soft, lazy patterns along your skin.

Then, with a chuckle laced with dark amusement, he added, "But gods help me… I almost hope you do."

[shibaleeart]

I had you Loki with snakebite piercings

[michelleleewise]

Fire and Ash...

A Long Live The King Tale

Pairing: King Jotun Loki × Asgardian female reader

Warnings: there shall be angst here, not so much this time though, self doubt, accusations, political drama, self esteem issues, breastfeeding. I think that's it, if I missed anything let me know.

Summary: you hoped the birth of your son would bring you and Loki closer together, but as he continues to pull away you know he's hiding something from you.

A/n- I'm a bit rusty with all of this, be gentle 😁💚

Part one ~ Part two-

You rolled to your side gripping your stomach, your eyes shooting open as your incision throbbed. "Norns!" You whisper yelled hearing someone coming towards you. "My lady, do you need something for the pain?" You heard, looking up seeing Norendra standing over you, concern lacing her face "y...yes, please, this is....unbearable." You gritted trying to breath through the pain. "I'll be right back my lady." She said with a soft smile before hurrying off.

As she left a soft coo sounded from the corner of the room, turning your head you saw Loki, dressed every bit the king he was, in his long flowing forest green cape, and his perfectly fitted tunic and leather pants sitting straight up "does he ever relax?" You whispered as your eyes traveled up seeing his head slumped forward, when a small green bundle held firmly in his arms moved catching your attention making you look down into his lap. "Vali." You whispered, smiling see his full head of black hair, his bright azure skin glowing under the soft candle light.

"Alright my lady, I have something for the pain." You heard, unable to pull your eyes away from Loki and your son "how long has he been here?" You asked feeling a tear escape your eye traveling to your hair "the king has been here since you slept my lady." She said making your head snap to look at her "he hasn't left?" You asked scrunching your eyebrows together "no my lady, not once." She said uncorking a small glass vial "now drink this, it will help." Noreandra said holding the bottle out to you "thank the norns, you are an angel." You said grabbing it, downing it all on one gulp. "Good, now rest you will need your strength." She said taking the bottle from you. "Thank you norendra." You said looking back to the two most important people in your life "it is my pleasure my lady." You heard her say as your eye lids began to droop, feeling sleep begin to take you "I love you....both of you." You sighed as your eyes closed, sleep taking you away.

One month later-

You rolled to your back, the soft cries from the other side of the room pulling you from your sleep "loki...would you..." you trailed off reaching your hand out to find the bed empty, the sheets cold telling you he had been gone for quite some time. "Loki." You called out slowly sitting up as the cries became louder. "Alright little one, I'm awake." You sighed rubbing your eyes you pulled the furs back swinging your legs over the side. Standing up you shuffled across the room peeking into the crib "vali dear what's wrong?" You cooed rubbing his belly when his small crimson eyes opened looking up at you full of tears. "Come here sweet boy." You cooed gently picking him up you cradled him in your arms rocking him back and forth.

Is someone hungry?" You asked hearing him whimper "ok, let mommy get settled." You said taking a seat in the chair by the fire when you heard a knock on the door "come in." You called out when Alrik came in holding a tray "I have brought you breakfast my queen." He said setting the tray on the bed "is everything alright?" He asked looking you over "yes, he's just hungry...would you hand me that?" You asked pointing to a small green blanket on the bed. He walked over picking it up holding it out to you "I can go if you wish." He said as you draped the blanket over your shoulder "no...please stay." You said looking up at him seeing him smile "very well." He said taking a seat on the bed.

The two of you sat in silence as you helped vali get settled "where is he?" You asked plainly, looking up seeing Alrik looking everywhere but you "he is with king Thor in the throne room my queen." He said making you sigh "well, atleast he's here I suppose." You said when Alrik's head snapped to you "he hasn't spoken to you has he?" He asked fidgeting with his tunic "about what Alrik?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "it's not my place to say my queen, you must ask him." He said looking down. "Well when will he be done with thor?" You asked seeing him squirm "they have had a bit to drink, the king is rather full at the moment so I am unsure." He said looking up at you "unacceptable." You said standing up, pulling little Vali from under the blanket "here, burp him and I shall return in a moment." You said gently handing your son to Alrik "i....I am unsure..." He said hesitantly cradling your sons head in his large hand

"It's easy, here I'll show you." You smiled positioning Vali on his chest, his head resting on his shoulder "now gently pat his back, ill be right back." You said as Alrik nodded. You walked to the wardrobe seeing every shade of green imaginable, smiling at the memory "a queen must wear her kings colors my love." He had said winking before pulling you into a deep kiss. "That feels like an eternity ago." You sighed, running your fingers across the silk and lace, remembering how things were when you first returned to jotunhiem after the battle with odin. "Why have things changed Loki?" You whispered feeling resentment begin to fill you "well If you can disregard me, I can do the same." You said pushing aside all the green seeing a deep purple velvet dress with fur accents you had had made shortly after your return "perfect." You said smiling, slipping it over your head you looked in the mirror seeing it still fit perfectly, your eyes traveling to your hair seeing it a mess "well that won't do." You said grabbing Loki's brush off the vanity you did your best to make yourself look presentable.

"Well, that's as good as it's going to get I think." You said tossing the brush down walking out seeing Vali asleep on Alrik's shoulder "well, how do I look?" You asked holding your arms out "stunning as always my queen." He said smiling "flattery will get you everywhere." You said hearing him laugh. "I'm off to bring the king back, by whatever means necessary." You said putting your fur slippers on Alrik had made you "a...are you sure? It may be unwise to..." He trailed off as you glared at him "yes my queen, I shall stay here with the little one." He said settling back "thank you Alrik, wish me luck." You said walking to the door "he is the one who needs the luck." You heard him say as you walked out gently closing the door behind you "a force indeed." He said gently rocking Vali hearing him coo "I believe your daddy may not survive this night." He said hearing a soft giggle come from the sleeping babe.

You stormed towards the throne room, anger building in you with every step you took. "If he does not want me here, he is going to tell me." You said to yourself coming up to the huge wooden double doors when two guards stopped you "I'm sorry my lady, but the king is entertaining king Thor at the moment." They said standing in front of you "You will let me in, that is not a request." You said standing firm. "We have orders not to let anyone in my lady." The other one said as you looked between them. "As your queen, I demand you move." You said as the other leaned down "the king has not married you, and even if he had, you are no queen of ours." He said standing back up as you took a step back "I beg your pardon!" You yelled seeing the other guard jump "You may have given the king an heir, but that does not make you a queen, it makes you a harlot." The other one said as you stood speechless.

"I swear to the norns, if you do not open that door you will see Valhalla tonight!" You yelled stepping forward when the doors flew open "what is going on out here?" You heard, looking down seeing Loki standing behind the guards, his hair disheveled and his tunic loosened at the top "your moronic guards refuse to let me in." You said crossing your arms "what did you need y/n? I am quite busy." Loki said looking you up and down "drinking with thor does not constitute you being busy." You said seeing the guards look at ecahother "come inside, I will not discuss this in front of my men." He said stepping aside. "Yes, wouldn't want them knowing how much of a lush their king is." You snarked feeling his hand grab your elbow "y/n. Inside." He said pulling you in slamming the doors behind him. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked turning back to you.

"Well, your son woke me up, and to my surprise my....I don't even know what we are....was not in bed with me." You said waving your arms. "I am your king." He said matter of factly crossing his arms "but what more then that?!" You yelled pacing back and forth "You have not married me, you avoid me at every opportunity, you clearly aren't sleeping in bed with me, and you haven't touched me in months!" You yelled as Loki grabbed your shoulder "y/n. Keep it down, others do not..." He started when you pushed him off "do not what? Need to hear that I am merely a bed warmer? A nanny for your heir?" You asked feeling tears well in your eyes "no! Of course not, I love you." Loki said taking a step towards you. "Then why are you avoiding me Loki, what is happening to us?" You said feeling a tear slide down your cheek.

"Have you found another who is more suitable?" You asked as Loki grabbed your shoulders again "that is preposterous, no one can compare to you my queen." He said looking into your eyes, the bright rubies as beautiful as the first day you saw them "then what is going on?" You asked hearing him sigh. "I am sorry I have not been as attentive as I should be as of late, there is something I need to discuss with you which in honesty I've been avoiding." He said sliding his hands down your arms.

"Discuss what with me Loki? Talk to me please!" You pleaded watching him look to the ground. "Y/n, i..." Loki started looking into your eyes when a large bang sounded from further in the room "brother! Are we not celebrating anymore?" A loud booming voice yelled, turning seeing Thor leaned back in a chair, his leg propped on the table in front of him. "Not now thor!" Loki yelled as you turned back to him. "Celebrating what?" You asked as he shifted back and forth. "I do not wish to discuss it now y/n, we will speak later when I return to our chamber." Loki said walking to the door "Loki, if you do not wish me here I will leave." You said crossing your arms as his head snapped back to you "I have never said I don't want you here love." He said, his eyes softening as you walked towards the door.

"My king, I will not continue this charade...your men do not repsrect me, you do not seem to desire me anymore, and you spend more time with Thor then you do me." You sighed grabbing the handle of the door "y/n, my love let me explain." He said as you put your hand up "I will be expecting you in our chambers within the hour, and you will tell me what you aren't." You said opened the door "You must decide what it is you truly want Loki, and if it isn't I and your son then let me go." You said feeling tears building In your eyes "y/n, please..." He said taking a step towards you "we will talk withing the hour Loki." You said gently placing your hand on his chest, your finger tips feeling his heart racing "go deal with thor, ill be expecting you." You said quickly turning and walking out of the throne room.

You headed towards your chambers ringing your hands together "what if he doesn't choose us..." You said to yourself looking down the hall, the walls draped with tapestries of history long past "what if I am not enough for him?" You said making it to the door of your chambers "what shall we do vali?" You whispered closing your eyes you opened the door, walking inside you crossed the room, slowly peeking into the bed chamber seeing Alrik asleep holding vali tightly in his hands, soft snores coming from both of them. Smiling you quietly closed the door, sighing as you walked towards the fire, sitting on the chaise you once called your bed you looked into the fire dreading the conversation that you were about to have. "Better to know now I suppose." You said sitting back waiting for what was to come.....

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