#LokiLeaf

[lokileaf]

Loki who always keeps a protective eye on you from across the room.

Loki who leaves fine, gift-wrapped dresses on your bed for you to find.

Loki who always walks on the street side of the sidewalk.

Loki who uses his seiðr to lower the temperature of your room when it’s too hot for you to sleep.

Loki who lives for eye contact.

Loki who leaves cold kisses across your shoulders.

Loki who weaves your hair into Asgardian-style braids.

Loki who lets you sleep on his shoulder on the subway after a long day.

Loki who grows his hair out because you said you liked it.

Loki who listens to Midgardian music because you love it.

Loki who sets your morning alarms for you when you forget.

Loki who buys the books you mention and leaves them for you to find.

Loki who wakes you up with his tongue between your thighs.

Loki who conjures a clone of himself after you mention a wet dream you had.

Loki who opens doors for you.

Loki who kisses your spine as you’re on all fours in front of him.

Loki who moans into your mouth when his hair is pulled.

Loki who manspreads because he sees how you look at him when he does.

Loki who likes to fuck you against the wall.

Loki who enters your dreams at night because he can’t get enough of you.

Loki who braids a strand of your hair into his.

Loki who teleports you to a different location at the first sign of danger.

Loki who struggles with the idea of taking you to Asgard.

Loki who shows up on your fire escape late at night.

Loki who whispers nasty things in your ear in public.

Loki who whisks you away to foreign countries for the weekend.

Loki who contemplates giving up his immortality because the thought of outliving you is too much.

[cueloki]

i should've seen this coming 😭😭

npt: @lokileaf @evesdust @send-noodles-not-nudes @somuchforahobby @stargirl720 @firedrakegirl

pspspspsps poetry mutuals come here... new quiz... making you the patron saint of something...

[lokileaf]

Any and all things Jotun Loki x Reader, I love my baby blue popsicle man

Jotun Loki who stresses about your size difference.

Jotun Loki who lets you strip down and lay on him on hot summer days.

Jotun Loki who likes to take long walks in the snow with you.

Jotun Loki who keeps your drinks cold for you.

Jotun Loki who refuses to take you to Jotunheim under any circumstances.

Jotun Loki who is terrified to drop the illusion of his Asgardian form in front of you.

Jotun Loki who panics when you walk in on him in his true form.

Jotun Loki who is shocked when you don't immediately break things off with him.

Jotun Loki who answers all of your questions about Frost Giants and Jotunheim.

Jotun Loki who can't help but get hard when you run your fingers along the pattern of sensitive ridges along his body.

Jotun Loki who hesitates to get intimate in his Jotun form for fear of hurting you.

Jotun Loki who makes you get on top so you can stay in control.

Jotun Loki who likes to watch your nipples harden in response to his frigid touch.

Jotun Loki who makes pretty frost patterns on your bedroom window for you to wake up to.

Jotun Loki who makes you popsicles out of whatever liquid you want.

Jotun Loki who likes to feel your warm mouth on his cold fingers.

Jotun Loki who is endlessly impressed by how well you take his massive size.

Jotun Loki who likes to dress you in wintery blues and purples.

Jotun Loki who starts to get over his fear of your size difference and finally starts to let himself enjoy your intimate moments together.

Jotun Loki who can't fight the urge to pick up rocks and pebbles he thinks you would like.

Jotun Loki who is extra protective and possessive over you in his Frost Giant form.

Jotun Loki who damn near sobs when you tell him that you still love him regardless of the physical form he takes.

[lokileaf]

Hi! Do you write requests? If so, I just need like a lokixreader fic where they’re having an arranged marriage but they don’t know that they’re soulmates. For context, soulmates in this universe have half a quote written somewhere on them that is important to their relationship. Bonus points if it’s enemies to lovers, with the reader also being witty and having the ability to keep Loki on his toes.

Yes, I love requests! Thank you for submitting! 💚

Tradition

Loki x f!Reader

It was a silly tradition. Nonsensical, honestly. The idea that the Norns could shape his destiny was ridiculous. Fate was a thing for mortals to find comfort in or blame for their bad fortune.

Not determine who he was permitted to marry.

Even prior to the script making its appearance on his skin, he had come to a decision. He would not share it with anyone. His mother and father would never know. After all, it was not unheard of for the tattoos to fail to appear for certain individuals. Surely no one would question his particular lack of writing.

Unfortunately, no amount of planning or plotting could prevent his heart from sinking as the sentence looped its way across the pale skin of his collarbone on that fateful day.

…but it was love eventually.

Loki did his best to prevent himself from attempting to derive any meaning from the unfinished quote. After all, he had already decided it was meaningless. What use was speculation when he had already made up his mind?

A celebration was customary upon the appearance of one’s soul mark. Your parents were elated when yours materialized, inking itself across your ribcage.

It wasn’t love at first sight…

Your heart soared at the potential the incomplete sentence held.

As high-ranking members of the Allfather’s court, it was thrilling news. Lords and ladies made their appearances at the ball put on in your honor, taking the opportunity to consult your parents accordingly. The event buzzed with nobles hoping their son or daughter would be the fortunate individual to complete your soul mark, thus securing an advantageous betrothal.

However, no such arrangement presented itself. As time went on, you began to resent the script. Your continued lack of apparent soulmate became the talk of the court, a stain upon your marriage prospects.

And oh how Loki loved to remind you of this particular shortcoming.

It began with snide comments at your soul mark celebration. Having been raised with one another, you were quite used to his sharp tongue and merciless teasing. You brushed him off at first, sure that your soul mate would would make themselves known before the evening’s end.

By the time your guests had begun to filter their way out of your family’s manor, tears were pricking your eyes with their sharp sting. Loki’s words were needling their way under your skin, taking up residence in the back of your mind.

You sat with your back against the wall of an abandoned hallway, the light dimming as tears forced their way through your closed lids. Your legs were folded up against your chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, head bowed to prevent any potential passersby from seeing your now puffy face.

You had finally run out of tears when you heard footsteps making their way down the hall. You jumped, hastily wiping your face as you stumbled up to your feet, your mind scrambling to find an adequate excuse for your distraught state. You had barely situated yourself upright before realizing the footsteps belonged to the younger prince.

“Ah, it’s only you,” you huffed, straightening the rumpled fabric of your formal attire.

“You would do well to address your prince appropriately,” Loki replied pompously, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked you up and down.

“My prince would do well to not stick his royal nose where it does not belong,” you shot back, clearly not in the mood for his attitude.

You caught a glimpse of a smirk making its way across his lips as you self-consciously attempted to smooth your hair back down.

“A bit sensitive this evening, are we? Disappointed with that frivolous little tradition, perhaps?”

You ignored the barb and began to make your way back to the great hall, your solitude thoroughly ruined by the God of Mischief. Your agitation only grew as he followed closely behind, clearly having chosen you as his evening entertainment.

“Surely you can’t be shocked,” he stated plainly, as if it were obvious.

You paused mid stride, turning to face him. Your emotions had already been chaffed raw, leaving you with little patience for mincing words.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Your Highness,” you snapped. You hated to give in to his ruse but you were in no mood for his backhanded comments at the moment.

“Well, my lady,” he started, “one should not be so surprised that an individual as foolhardy as yourself would not be granted a soulmate of noble standing.”

Your face began to heat with indignation, a flourish of nasty insults rising to your tongue. You glared at him, forcing yourself to retain a semblance of self control.

Despite his endless capacity to annoy you, he really was unfairly handsome. His sharp cheekbones, angular jawline, his pale skin contrasting with his raven hair. And not to mention his substantial height and devastatingly blue eyes.

It was truly unfortunate that he maintained an insatiable need to ruin it all with his loud mouth.

“I supposed one should also not be surprised to learn that an individual as ill-mannered as yourself would have no soulmate at all”, you finally shot back before storming off to your chambers.

He watched you go, rooted to the spot by your quick jab. He would have been impressed had the retort not stung him so unexpectedly. He felt his brow furrow as your fleeing form rounded a corner, disappearing from view.

Is that how his people viewed his alleged lack of a soul mark? As a direct result of his prickly personality? A personal failing?

He supposed he should not have been as offended by this notion as he was. After all, had he not just insinuated the same toward you?

Best not to think about it, he determined.

This mutual irritation continued on throughout your… relationship. If one could even call it that. The years continued to pass and your soulmate had failed to manifest themselves. Additionally, Loki’s soul mark had continued in its failure to appear.

Or so he had you believe.

With Thor earning himself a full fledged banishment from Asgard, the throne found itself with one heir remaining.

One heir with no marriage prospects.

Amidst swirling rumors, the Allfather had summoned your family to the palace to discuss “a matter of utmost importance”, though your father had neglected to inform you of exactly what this meeting entailed.

You waited silently just outside of the throne room, wishing you could be anywhere else. You truly adored the king and queen, but Loki had taken to roaming the palace more freely in his brother’s absence, leaving you subject to his comings and goings.

You jumped as his green and gold clad figure appeared next to you, seemingly out of nowhere, a smirk on his lips.

“Do you ever tire of your juvenile magic tricks?” you snapped at him, your irritation evident. He placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt.

“As I recall, my lady, you quite enjoyed my magic tricks in our youth.”

You ignored his comment, instead focusing on your attempt to eavesdrop on your parents and the Allfather and -mother. Loki watched in silence as you pressed your ear to the throne room door, your face screwed up in concentration.

He threaded a hand behind your head, cupping it with his palm before you flinched away from the contact, a bewildered expression on your face.

“Relax, my lady, I am only trying to assist you,” he muttered.

He reached his hand out once more, waiting for you grant him permission to touch you. You nodded slowly, allowing him to lace his fingers through the back of your hair, cupping your jaw. He pressed his other hand to the door, using his seiðir to amplify the conversation and direct it straight into your mind. The two of you waited in concentrated silence, anxious to hear what was being discussed.

“-believe this arrangement would be advantageous to both our families. Our children are of marrying age, after all, and the throne requires an heir be betrothed.”

“We quite agree, Your Majesty. I speak for our entire family when I say that we would be delighted to have our daughter betrothed to Prince Loki.

You could no longer hear the exchange over the pounding of your heart in your ears. You stumbled away from the door in shock. Loki released you from his grasp, his eyes wide and staring at the door in front of him. You took a moment to compose yourself before turning on your heel to face him, rage boiling in your blood.

“If this is one of your tricks, Odinson, it is not amusing,” you snapped at him accusingly.

“I assure you, my lady, this development is completely free of my influence.”

Hearing footsteps approaching, Loki darted toward you, swiftly taking you in his arms and spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. You thrashed against his hold, your agitation having reached its peak.

“Be still. Someone is coming,” he whispered hurriedly, his lips brushing ever so slightly against the shell of your ear as he pressed himself back against the palace wall. His arms held you firmly in place against him and you looked down to see that your bodies had completely disappeared.

“What is this?” you asked accusingly, voice just above a whisper. An invisible hand shot up to clamp over your mouth, irritating you further. You felt Loki duck his head down to whisper in your ear once more.

“I am preventing us from being discovered in a rather compromising position. And you’re quite loud,” he replied.

Despite your annoyance with the prince, a warmth settled low in your abdomen as his breath caressed the skin behind your ear. Before you could give much thought to your body’s reaction, the throne room door opened, revealing each of your parents.

You felt Loki’s arms tighten around you, pressing you further into him as the Allfather came dangerously close to brushing against your hidden form.

“I supposed we should inform our children of the arrangement?” Frigga proposed to the group, placing a hand on her husband’s arm.

“Indeed… over a feast, perhaps?” Odin suggested, leading the group down the palace hall and away from your current position.

You didn’t bother listening for your parents’ reply, ripping yourself from Loki’s grasp before storming off toward the guest chambers.

“My lady, wait…” Loki started, following closely behind.

You burst through your chamber doors rather unceremoniously, throwing yourself onto the settee at the foot of your temporary bed. You covered your face with your hands, frustrated tears forcing their way out.

“You know, you could have procured a significantly worse betrothal,” Loki stated, breaking the tension.

“Not now, Loki…” you sighed, sounded defeated.

He let the silence continue for a few moments, unsure of how to balance his desire to comfort you and his own shock at the impending betrothal. He quietly lowered himself next to you on the settee, placing a slightly awkward hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him, slightly confused by the uncharacteristic gesture.

“Surely being my bride-to-be is not as devastating as you believe,” he teased gently, his eyes softening as they met yours. You couldn’t help the slight smile that broke across your lips.

“As aggravating as you are, my prince, it’s not that. I simply feel… like a failure, I suppose,”

“Do tell.”

You hesitated ever so slightly, unsure if bearing your soul to the trickster would end well for you.

“My soul mark was supposed to determine who I am to marry. And I cannot find them. I suppose I did not realize how right you were that night when you said I shouldn’t be surprised someone like me would not find their soulmate.”

His chest ached at the sentiment, regret stinging like a blow. He hadn’t thought about your little exchange since that night, didn’t think you would have remembered. Despite the enjoyment he derived from teasing and baiting you, he had never intended to cause you any actual harm.

“I suppose I should consider myself lucky, then,” he said quietly.

There was not much in the Nine Realms that could make his heart race, but this rare moment of vulnerability was enough to send his pulse pounding in his ears.

You looked up at him, clearly confused by the earnest tone in his voice.

“If I am to inherit the throne, I will require a wife. And I suppose you will do,” he deadpanned. You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your chest, your previous distress completely forgotten.

To his utter confusion, Loki couldn't help but feel his heart soar at the sound of your laughter echoing through the guest chambers.

“I suppose I could do a lot worse for myself than a prince,” you conceded, looking down at your hands folded in your lap. “I just can’t help but feel like I’ve disappointed my parents.”

He nearly laughed aloud at the statement. From his perspective, there was no bigger disappointment than himself.

I could tell her, he thought to himself.

Surely there was no use hiding his soul mark any longer. If you were to be wed, you would discover the truth eventually.

“If that were true, my lady, you would be in good company,” he said quietly, heart beginning to race at the prospect of revealing his long kept secret. Your brow furrowed as you looked up at him in confusion.

“How do you figure?”

A moment of hesitation before his fingers made their way to the collar of his tunic, tentatively pulling the deep green fabric away from his collarbone to expose the thin lettering looping across his pale skin.

The deafening silence rang in his ears as he waited for you to react in some capacity, unsure of what you would say. After a few heartbeats had passed, you cautiously raised your hand to run your fingers over his skin.

…but it was love eventually.

“I thought you didn’t receive a soul mark,” you mumbled, transfixed by the ink.

He sighed softly, unsure if you would understand his quandary with the idea of fated mates.

“I merely… kept the occurrence private. Too many fawning suitors… you understand,” he replied sheepishly, fighting the blush that was making its way across his cheeks. An exasperated laugh escaped your lips, Loki’s revelation easing your prior distress.

“I see… I supposed we are more alike than I thought, my prince,” you sighed, looking down at your hands clasped in your lap.

A moment of silence passed before he gently took your hands in his, your eyes snapping up to meet his blue ones. You felt your heart begin to race at the contact, surprising yourself with the reaction.

"My lady..." he trailed off, letting hesitation get the better of him for a moment. His gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second.

"Yes, Loki?"

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper as he began to close the gap between your lips.

"And if I don't want you to?" you muttered breathlessly.

A mischievous smirk flashes across his face before his lips claimed yours, your eyes closing as you surrendered control over to him. His hands slid up your body to cup your face, pulling you closer as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. You gasped slightly into his mouth, your stomach erupting with butterflies.

What are we doing? you thought silently to yourself. Can a lifetime of annoyance and irritation be erased by a single intimate moment?

You trailed a hand up his chest and around the back of his neck, sliding your fingers into his hair. You tighten your grip on his raven curls, eliciting a slight groan from the god. Liquid heat began to pool at your center.

Yes it can, you decided.

Loki's tongue trailed the length of your bottom lip in a silent question, his hands dropping to your hips. You granted him access, fighting back a moan as he effortlessly shifted your body onto his lap. Straddling his hips, you pressed your chest against his as his lips made their way across your jaw and down your neck.

His hands found the laces of your corset and he pulled away slightly, looking up at you for permission. You nodded eagerly, catching his lips in another kiss as he skillfully unlaced the constricting garment before pulling it over your head along with your gown.

You became acutely aware of Loki's state of overdress, his tunic remaining in place while you were left in only your thin cotton shift. Without saying a word, you began working on the buttons on the emerald green fabric, exposing his pale chest.

His hands slowly slid up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your shift up dangerously high before settling on your hips. You pushed his tunic back over his shoulders, leaving him shirtless before you. You paused, taking a moment to appreciate his bare upper body. Your eyes made their way down from his collarbones to his stomach, admiring the lean muscle and V-lines leading lower and lower.

He broke you out of your reverie by grabbing the bottom of your shift, pulling it over your head. You let him do so, too lost in the feeling of his body under yours to care about being exposed to him.

You made to lean back down to kiss him when you noticed that his gaze was glued to the spot on your ribcage where you knew your soul mark was located. A shiver raced down your spine as Loki gently traced over it with his fingertips.

"It wasn't love at first sight..." he read aloud, his dark brow furrowed.

"...but it was love eventually," you finished for him, eyes wide in realization. He stared up at you silently, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

"Does the god of mischief have nothing to say?" you asked quietly, attempting to break the tension and settle your nerves.

"Well, my lady, it's not every day that a god finds his soulmate," he replied before pulling your face down to kiss him. He hooked his hands under your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips and he stands and walks you over to the guest bed.

You smiled into his mouth as he gently lowered you onto the plush duvet. You slid your hands down his torso to his belt, clumsily undoing the buckle before starting on the button of his pants. He chuckled in your kiss and slid out of the remainder of his clothing, pressing himself against your body.

A moan escaped you at the feeling of his hot erection pressing against your inner thigh. You arched your back, pressing your bare chest into his and relishing in the friction of his skin against yours.

Loki trailed his lips down your chest, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth. You involuntarily ground yourself against him as his tongue made slow circles around the sensitive skin, soft sighs leaving your lips.

"Loki," you whined desperately, rubbing your wet heat against his thigh.

"I'm here, darling," he mumbled against your skin, "tell me what you need."

"I need you."

"Where do you need me?"

He smiled up at you as he lowered himself between your thighs, his breath on your heat making you clench around nothing. You slipped a hand to the back of his head, trying to push his mouth down to grant you the relief you needed.

"Ah ah, darling. Say it for me."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, slightly irritated with the prince.

"I need you to make me cum, Loki," you admitted, lifting your hips slightly off the mattress in an attempt to make contact. He firmly pressed you back down, a smug look on his gorgeous face.

"Patience, my love," he mumbled, pressing hot, openmouthed kisses to your thighs. He continued his ministrations until he reached your soaked center. Your jaw fell open as his tongue licked a fat stripe over your clit, spreading your wetness across the sensitive apex.

"Oh fuck..." you gasped, your hands shooting down to the back of his head and threading your fingers through his hair. His wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer as his tongue teased your entrance. Letting go of your left thigh, he trailed his hand down to where his mouth met your body, sliding two fingers through your folds.

His tongue made tight circles over your clit as he slipped his digits inside, giving you a few seconds to adjust before slowly pumping them in and out. You gripped the sheets, clenching your thighs around his head as the pressure in your abdomen began to build.

"Loki!" you keened, back arching once again.

He groaned into your cunt, too lost in the pleasure he was giving you to provide a real reply. The vibrations of his voice on your core sent you over the edge, undulating your hips into his face. He continued to make quick, punishing circles on your clit, helping you ride it out as your core clenched around his fingers.

You panted, letting your thighs fall limp to either side of Loki's head. He stood, taking his place on top of you. He gently brushed your hair from your eyes before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, the taste of your own slick invading your mouth.

Before the kiss could develop into anything more, a knock at the door startled both of you.

"Darling?" your mother's muffled voice came through the locked door.

Your heart lurched, panic quickly setting in. Loki jumped up from the bed, scrambling to dress himself.

"Yes?" you shouted back, scooping your discarded shift off the floor and hastily throwing it on. You grabbed your dressing robe from a hook near the vanity and swiftly wrapped it around you, tying the knot as glanced over your shoulder to tell Loki to hide in your bathroom but was nowhere in sight.

He had completely vanished.

Your mother knocked on your door, pulling you from your thoughts. Undoing the lock, you opened it to see both of your parents standing excitedly in the hallway.

"Yes, what is it?" you asked, trying to smooth your sex-mussed hair down.

"We have a family matter to discuss and we wanted to- dear, are you alright? You look flushed," your mother interrupted herself, pressing the back of a hand to your forehead. You gently brushed her off, fighting the blush rising to your cheeks.

"Yes, I'm fine!" you replied a tad too eagerly. "What is it, what's the matter?"

Your parents shared a suspicious look before your father spoke.

"We have something to discuss. Family meeting in our chambers in fifteen minutes?" he asked plainly.

“Yes, just give me a moment to ah… freshen myself up,” you stuttered. Your mother smiled at you before turning to leave, your father following suit. You closed your door quietly, letting yourself fall back against it and pressing a hand to your face in embarrassment.

You gathered your composer and began making your way to the vanity to assess the state of your hair. As you turned, Loki’s towering figure appeared directly in front of you, causing you to yelp in fear. You lightly slapped his chest as he placed his hands on your hips

“Don’t do that!” you scolded him before allowing him to draw you into a kiss.

“You know you always enjoyed my little tricks, darling,” he replied, leading you back to the bed.

[lokileaf]

For a Mortal

Loki x tall!f!reader

A/N: As a 5’10” woman, this is completely self-indulgent hehe. I know Tom is 6’2” but Loki is canonically 6’4” so we’re going with that.

Established relationship, smut

You glared at the top shelf of your closet, not quite able to reach the pair of shoes you wanted. Typically you had no issue with reaching top shelves, but the shoes were pushed just a tad too far back.

“Loki!” you called from your doorway.

“Yes, my love?” he replied from the other room.

“I need your help!”

You heard footsteps as he made his way to your room. You point to your closet shelf as he walked over to you.

“Will you grab my shoes? I can’t reach.”

He smiled down at you before reaching up and grabbing your shoes with ease, handing them over to you.

“I often forget how short you are, darling.”

You frowned at the comment. Short? You had received your fair share of comments about your height over the years, but you had never been referred to as short in any capacity. You weren’t insecure about your height per se, but being with a man as tall as Loki had definitely made you more comfortable in your own skin.

“Short?” you asked, a defensive edge present in your voice.

Loki paused, his eyes traveling the length of your body before meeting your gaze once again.

“I’m afraid so, my love.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I am not short,” you said indignantly.

He stepped forward, drawing himself up to his full height. You instinctively did the same, the top of your head only reaching his nose. He smiled knowingly down at you.

“What did I say?” he said, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Just because you’re freakishly tall doesn’t mean I’m short,” you replied, hands on your hips. “How tall are you anyway?”

“6’4” last I checked. Hardly freakish, darling.”

“How tall are Asgardian women?”

“Around 6’ on average,” he said. “Still a bit taller than you.”

“Not that much taller,” you muttered quietly.

The day went on with Loki making comments here and there about how short you were, annoying you ever so slightly.

Later that night, steam filled the shower, the water burning against your skin as it fell. You hummed along to the song you had put on, lathering shampoo into your hair. You heard the bathroom door open and close as Loki entered. You smiled as you heard the rustling of clothing being removed, waiting for him to join you.

You felt cold air rush into the shower as he pulled the curtain aside to take his place beside you under the stream of water. He wrapped his arms around you, gently pulling you back against his chest.

You let your head fall back against him as his hands slid up your torso to cup your breasts, giving a light squeeze. His thumbs made soft circles around your nipples as they hardened, his lips pressing hot kisses across your shoulders. A soft sigh escaped your lips as his teeth sank lightly into your skin.

You felt his length harden against your lower back, heat pooling between your thighs. You slid one hand behind you, trailing it up to thread through his now wet hair. He let out a breath as you gave his hair a gentle tug and pressed your ass back against him.

Loki’s hands left your chest, gripping your hips to turn you around to face him. His lips crashed into yours and you closed your eyes, melting against his body as his tongue invaded your mouth. He pressed a wet thigh between your legs, pressing it against your slick center as he backed you against the shower wall.

“Fuck,” you gasped, grinding yourself against the firm pressure of his high. You arched your back to press your chest against his, relishing in the friction of his skin against your sensitive nipples. Your hand made its way down the length of his body to grip his hard length, stroking him gently enough to tease him.

Loki gripped both your thighs in his hands, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him. You broke the kiss with a moan as you felt his fingers parting your slick folds, rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your back arched off the tiled wall, your mouth falling open as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Loki…” you gasped quietly.

“Yes, darling?” he asked softly in your ear, his voice low and rough.

“I need you. Now.”

He smiled against your skin before reaching a large hand between your bodies, lining himself up with your entrance. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he stretched you open, his cock hot and thick.

He stayed still, giving you a moment to adjust before rolling his hips into you. You let your head fell forward to rest on his chest, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his length dragging against your walls. His strokes were rhythmic and deep, coaxing lewd sounds from you as he picked up the pace.

Grunts spilled periodically from his mouth, his hand sliding down to rub tight circles on your clit. The pleasure began to coil tighter and tighter, every thrust bringing you closer to your release. Your legs clenched around his hips, your heels digging themselves into his lower back in a desperate attempt to push him deeper into you.

“Loki—fuck! I’m-“ you cut yourself off with a gasp as the head of his cock brushed that spot inside you.

“I know, darling,” he said breathlessly into your ear. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”

Your body tensed as his words sent you over the edge, your cunt squeezing hard on his cock. A high-pitched mewl forced it way out of your mouth as you came, grinding yourself against his hard body.

“Fuck,” he grunted, giving you one last thrust before spilling himself into you. You rode out your climaxes together, using each others’ bodies to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

Your chests heaved as the two of you slowed, Loki’s strong arms still holding your now limp body against the tiled shower wall. His mouth met yours in a deep kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

Your legs wobbled as he gently set you down, keeping his hands on your waist to keep you upright. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek before beginning to help you wash your body.

“I must say, shower sex is not easy on my hips, Lokes,” you said offhandedly, working your conditioner into your hair.

“Perhaps it would be a bit easier if you weren’t so short, my love,” he replied, unable to hide the smirk forming on his lips. You glared up at him as you rinsed your hair, thoroughly unimpressed by the comment.

“Alright, alright, I suppose you are tall,” he conceded, leaning down so his mouth was next to your ear.

“For a mortal,” he added, laughing as you smacked his chest lightly.

[lokisjmw]

I literally love this idea! I did actually go through all my hyperfixations for therapy once 💀 so in chronological order we have;

Honorable mentions are: The Rani from Doctor Who (Kate O’Mara), Jack Sparrow briefly, Helena Bonham Carter and I used to pretend I fancied Harry Potter and not the men twice/three times my age 💀

It seems sarcasm is the only consistent theme 💀

NPT: @lokisgoodgirl @lokileaf @buttercupcookies-blog @cleo-fox @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mochie85 @mischiefmaker615 @peachyjinx @sarahscribbles @societyfolklore @wheredafandomat

Tag game: Make a photo compilation of your major celebrity/fictional crushes throughout the years. Kind of like an evolution of your blorbos if you will.

I thought it could be fun to see them all together, although picking just a handful of them is hard. Really curious to see your boards if you wanna do this too.💚

I'm exposing myself here but isn't that what tumblr is for?

I feel like one direction kinda sticks out here but I'll always be a 1D girlie <3 the heavy metal to emo to one direction pipeline is a canon event I fear

NPT: Anyone who sees this!! @ingoldthewizard @missdictatorme @gaitwae @candycorncandle @gemini-serpentis @my-secret-shame @asgardian-viking @lis-dotcom @distracted-milkshake @babiiface95 @soft-girl-musings @nimouette

[lokileaf]

could I request a human!female x Loki fic with fluff and a bit of smut?

But of course!

TVA!Loki x human!female

AN: Sorry I haven't been posting, I'm in college and it's almost finals season so I have been sooo busy, but I promise I will get to everyone's requests soon! Thank you to everyone who has sent me requests and commented, I love engaging with everyone! <3

You jumped slightly as a disheveled-looking Loki fell into the chair across your desk. His shirt was rumpled, his hair tangled, and his tie was completely crooked. To put it lightly, he looked like a mess.

You watched silently as he dropped his head into hands, a deep sigh wracking his body. Shoving your paperwork aside, you rest your hand on his forearm, your concern evident on your face. He looked up at the contact, a small sad smile on his lips.

"Are you alright?" you asked, searching his eyes for anything that might clue you in on why he was acting so out of character. You waited in silence as he gathered his thoughts.

"I... do not think I am a good person," he finally replied.

The confession hung heavily in the air, the following silence deafening as he waited for you to form a response.

"What makes you say that?" was what you finally settled on. His brows furrowed as looked up to meet your gaze.

"I... hurt people. With no regard for their feelings. And I do not even dwell on it. I just do it," he mumbled softly, scrubbing his hands over his face once again.

"Ah. Memory cell?" you asked, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. He nodded sullenly as he ran a hand through his hair in a halfhearted attempt to tame the tangled curls.

"Want to tell me about it?" you asked, hoping he would take the opportunity to open up. His eyes shifted, looking around the less-than-private workspace.

"Not here."

You nodded and stood, taking his hand in yours as you led him to through a maze of hallways to your room. You pulled him through the door into your small quarters and gestured for him to take a seat on your bed, pulling the chair from your modest desk to sit face-to-face.

You tried to focus on the issue at hand rather than the fact that Loki was here in your room on your bed, tucking your hands under your crossed legs to prevent him from noticing their slight nervous tremor.

"Talk to me", you said gently, breaking the silence. He took a shaky breath.

"Back home, I am not exactly... well-liked. I do not have many friends. The few people who tolerate me only do so because of their loyalty to my brother. I did something especially cruel to one such friend..."

You reach your hand to bridge the gap between the two of you, resting it on his knee. Your heart skipped a beat as he gently took your hand in his.

"I cut off her hair and she... confronted me."

He paused again, clearly unsure if he should continue.

"What did she say?" you asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"That I deserve to be alone", he mumbled, "and that I always will be."

Sadness squeezed sharply at your heart, aching for him.

"That's not true," you said softly before he stood and turned to face away from you, hands on his hips. He let his head fall to stare down at the floor.

"What if it is?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

"Loki..." you trailed off, standing to place a comforting hand on his back. "You're not alone. And you definitely don't deserve to be."

He turned to face you once again, looking down at you with a pained expression.

“How can you believe that?”

The question knocked the air from your lungs. Sure, he had a record of… general mischief, but you had seen his file; he cared so deeply for those closest to him. Surely a few lapses in judgment did not negate that entirely.

“Because I know you. You’re caring and ambitious and so intelligent.”

You take a step closer to him, grasping his forearms for emphasis.

“And maybe you’ve done some things you regret but you’re still you. And I happen to like you a lot, Loki.”

You paused, heart thundering in your chest as you realized what you had just confessed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you waiting for him to break the silence that had stretched between you. You let your hands drop to your sides as he remained quiet, a contemplative look on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—you don’t have to-“ your stuttering sentence was cut off as you were pulled against his chest, his arms wrapping themselves around you tightly. You slowly brought your arms up to wrap around his torso, feeling his chin tuck itself against the top of your head. You stayed that way for a few long moments, allowing yourself to hold him as long as he needed.

“Thank you,” you heard him say quietly from above.

The emotion in his voice tugged at your heart. You had never seen him like this. Since his arrival at the TVA he had been combative and noncompliant, causing Mobius and your shared higher-ups quite a bit of grief. And yet you found yourself liking him more and more as time went on. You couldn’t help but see the best in the unruly god before you.

And it didn’t hurt that he was tall, dark, and handsome.

Loki finally pulled away, slipping his hands awkwardly into his pockets as he looked down at you.

“Perhaps I should ah… take my leave. I wouldn’t want to impose…” he trailed off as he made his way to your door, reaching for the knob.

“Loki?”

He paused.

“Yes?”

“You can stay… if you’d like. I’m done for the day and I could use the company,” you offered, knowing he would never accept the offer unless he felt like it was at your request.

His hand dropped from the doorknob as a soft smile appeared on his lips.

“I think I would quite like that.”

You smiled as he returned to his place on your bed. You sat next to him, crossing your legs under you.

“Tell me about your home,” you said, offering him a lifeline to keep the conversation moving along.

“Well… what would you like to know?”

You thought for a moment.

“What is the food like? Do Asgardians hold balls? Did you have many suitors?”

He laughed softly at the barrage of questions, looking down at his hands.

“The food is nice. Mostly smoked meats, fruits. Mead, of course. The occasional ball. No… official suitors,” he replied, shifting to lean back against the wall.

“What about a girlfriend? Boyfriend?” you press, a stab of jealousy making its way into your forethoughts.

“I am not overly familiar with your Midgardian courting terms…”

“Girlfriends and boyfriends are like… romantic partners. But you’re not married or anything. Just… together,” you explain, your cheeks beginning to burn.

“Ah. No, no girlfriend or boyfriend or anything.”

“I find it hard to believe that a prince does not have a partner of some kind. A… courtship maybe?”

A sly smile makes its way across his face.

“I’ve had my escapades,” he replied, leaving it at that. “And you?”

The flush on your cheeks intensified.

“No… nothing like that,” you admitted, thoroughly embarrassed by your lack of romantic connection.

Loki shifted again, sitting up to lean closer to you.

“Nothing? I find that hard to believe.”

You shrugged, heart picking up speed at his increased proximity.

“There’s not much time for that when you’re partly responsible for the continuation of the Sacred Timeline,” you replied.

He leaned forward ever so slightly, his eyes pinning yours.

“We appear to have some time,” he quipped quietly.

“We?”

“If you’ll have me…” he trailed off, eyes flicking down to your lips. Your heart thundered, mind going blank. After a moment’s hesitation, you forced yourself to nod.

Your mattress squeaked quietly as he leaned forward to ghost his lips over yours. You closed your eyes as you felt his hand cup the side of your face. You let him take control, relishing in the feeling of his mouth claiming yours. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Did you mean what you said before?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded quickly, anxious to be kissing him again. He obliged, claiming your lips once more as he gently pressed you back against your duvet.

His tongue caressed your bottom lip, requesting access. You slid a hand up into his hair, opening your mouth for him as he pressed his chest against yours. His hand slid from your hip up to your neck, encircling it softly.

Feeling him harden against you, you pressed your hips up against his, rocking up into him slightly. You heard his breath hitch slightly, a silent moan catching in your throat. His hand fumbled with the zipper of your TVA-issued jacket before sliding it off your shoulders.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down flush against you. The feeling of his body pressed against yours-

“Loki!”

You flinched as a muffled voice called his name from the other side of your door.

Mobius.

Loki’s lips left yours, beginning to make their way down your jaw to your sensitive neck.

“Loki,” you sighed, not wanting this moment to end.

“He can wait,” was his quiet reply.

A loud banging on your door startled him out of his reverie.

“Apparently not,” he muttered.

He sat up, straightening his shirt and tie before offering you a hand and pulling you upright. You flushed at the sight of your disheveled uniform and his hair freshly mussed from your ministrations.

“We’ll have to finish this another time, darling,” he said with a grin before turning and opening the door to find an irritated looking Mobius.

[lokileaf]

hi!

I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you would do headcanons for playful/mischievous loki?

Absolutely I will

• loves casting his voice to whisper things in your ear

• the biggest tease

• will make you say what you want out loud

• “use your words, darling”

• loves to hold your things above your head and make you jump for them just to remind you how much taller he is

• enters your dreams just to get you hot and bothered

• phantom touches

• you can feel his hands on your body but you turn to face him and he’s gone

• will turn random items green just to make you think of him

• your bedroom curtains? they’re green now.

• your favorite black sweater? one day it’s a deep forest green.

• leaves short love notes written in your steamed up mirror while you shower

• one anniversary, he gifts you a beautiful engraved locket with a photo of the two of you inside

• doesn’t tell you that it’s charmed to alert him when you’re missing him

• will make the temperature of your room drop a few degrees so you’ll press yourself closer to him

• leaves your books open to pages with quotes he thinks you’ll like for you to find

• when he catches you staring at him, he’ll stare back just to see you blush

• if you ask him to grab something for you, he’ll say “no” while he’s actively bringing it to you

• loves to remind you that he is a prince

• “now darling, is that any way to speak to a prince?”

• gets jealous easily but tries to disguise it

• a male coworker asked to carpool? darn, your car has a flat tire, Loki better just teleport you there himself

• finds any excuse to spoil you

• you’d like to go see a movie? well he might as well get tickets for the fancy recliner chairs if you’re going all the way there

• you’re in the market for a new necklace? he happens to have the perfect one already in his possession, you may as well take it

• uses his seiðr to untie your shoes at random moments

• rearranges your books occasionally just to see if you’ll notice

[lokileaf]

Comfort

Loki x f!reader blurb

Reader is on her period and Loki wants to help!

Established relationship, female reader, fluff.

You woke with a groan, pulling your duvet over your head to block out the sun shining through the curtains. You cringed at the dull pain that radiated from your midsection, curling yourself into a ball.

You had slept horribly the night before, unable to achieve any level of comfort regardless of your positioning. You had taken the maximum dose of ibuprofen, which had done almost nothing to manage the pain, leaving you essentially bed bound.

"Darling, are you alright?," you heard Loki ask from your living room.

"You haven't been answering your-" he cut himself off upon entering your room and seeing your sorry state, his concern evident on his face.

"Hi, Lokes," you mumbled, making him smile with the nickname.

You force yourself to sit up, allowing yourself a moment to rest on the edge of your bed before standing and making your way to your bathroom. You grab the box of tampons on the counter only to realize it was nearly empty. You sigh and toss it in the trash, quickly taking care of your business before washing your hands and returning to your room.

"Is everything alright?" Loki asks, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin on the top of your head. You smile into his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Not really..." you trail off, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

"What can I do for you?"

You looked up at him, smiling slightly.

"Can you go get me some pads and tampons? And maybe some ice cream?"

"Of course, my love."

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

Your phone buzzed with a text from Loki.

I may have overestimated how simple this would be, it read.

You smiled down at your screen, typing out a description of the exact products you wanted.

Multipack with both regulars and supers and then a box of pads with wings.

Oh, and the fudge-iest pint of ice cream you can find, you added.

You waited a few moments for his reply.

Anything for you.

You couldn't help but grin, wondering how you got so lucky. You grabbed the TV remote, throwing on a random romcom while you scrolled on Twitter in an attempt to distract yourself from how awful you felt.

Thirty minutes later, you heard your apartment door open and the rustle of plastic grocery bags as Loki made his way back to your room. You giggled as you realized what he had in his hands: a box of tampons, a box of pads, and a to go box of chicken wings.

“What?” he asked, genuine confusion lacing his voice.

“You stopped for chicken wings?”

“I thought you said you needed ice cream, tampons, and pads with wings!” he said defensively.

You pulled yourself out of bed, walking over to him and pulling him into a hug.

“You’re so cute,” you said softly, releasing him and taking the boxes of products from him.

“I do try, darling,” he replied, kissing the top of your head as you disappeared into the bathroom once again.

You took care of your business, washing your hands as you checked yourself in the mirror. You look exhausted, to put it simply. Dark circles stained your under eyes, your hair still a mess from sleep. You sighed, leaving the bathroom before you could dissect your appearance further.

Loki was waiting for you on your bed, the box of wings open and a movie queued up. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you took your place beside him and opened the box of wings.

Not even an hour later and you were nestled back under the covers, fighting sleep as Loki rubbed light circles on your back and used his seidr to help ease your pain. You sighed in contentment as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.

“I love you,” you mumbled quietly.

“I love you too, darling.”

[lokileaf]

Rules

My requests are open! Waiting times can vary so please be patient! I retain the right to deny any request as I see fit.

I write smut but I will not write noncon, dubcon, or incest. As of right now, I only write x gn!Reader or x f!Reader. I strictly write for fictional characters.

Characters I write for include:

• Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

• Peter Parker (MCU)

• Adam Warlock (MCU)

• Steve Rogers (MCU)

• Bucky Barnes (MCU)

• Miguel O’Hara (Spiderverse)

• Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars)

• Dean Winchester (SPN)

• Sam Winchester (SPN)

• Harry Potter (HP)

• Draco Malfoy (HP)

• Gally (TMR)

• Newt (TMR)

• Thomas (TMR)

• Minho (TMR)

• Cassius au Bellona (Red Rising)

Master list

Imagines/oneshots

*smut

Loki Laufeyson

It Will Come Back

Do I Wanna Know?

I Think You Know

Comfort

For a Mortal*

Another Time

Dating Headcanons*

Tradition*

Jotun Loki Dating Headcanons*

Palmetto Method

Playful Loki Dating Headcanons*

[lokileaf]

My husband is 6’2 with dark hair and blue eyes, do you guys think he could be harassed into being Loki for Halloween

[lokileaf]

hii!

i LOVE your blog, and i had a fic idea if you ever wanted to entertain it <3

a loki x reader where the reader struggles with anxiety and loki helps them through it. could work as head canons too honestly

Thank you for reading and requesting!

Palmetto Method

Loki x Reader

TW: discussion and depiction of anxiety

You sat at your desk, staring at the glowing screen of your computer. As you scrolled through your to-do list of assignments, your stomach continued to sink lower and lower. Exam season was not going to be kind to you this semester.

A soft knock at your window pulled your attention away from the screen to see Loki's lanky frame standing on the fire escape, a soft smile on his face. You quickly made your way over to the window, undoing the latch and opening it for him.

"Don't you think we're a bit too old for the 'sneaking through the window' schtick?" you ask him teasingly.

"Hush now, darling, I'm only one thousand and fifty. Hardly too old," he replied by way of greeting, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You couldn't help but smile at his quip, rolling your eyes slightly as you sat down on your bed. Loki took his place next to you, placing a gentle hand on your thigh.

"What have you been doing this afternoon?" he asked, kicking his shoes off effortlessly.

"Ah, you know... assignments," you muttered, picking a speck of lint from your sweats.

"Is that all?"

"More or less," you said, running a hand through your unwashed hair. Loki leaned toward you, taking your hand in his. You looked up at him, finally meeting his gaze.

"Is everything alright, darling?"

The genuine concern in his voice brought hot tears to your eyes.

"I just... have so much to do but I can't make myself do it," you forced out, slightly embarrassed by how emotional you were becoming.

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked, wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. You took a steadying breath before nodding, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"I've just been... struggling lately. And I have so much stuff to do and I feel like I have no time to do it even though I haven't done anything productive today and I'm just wasting time-"

"Hey, hey, hey," Loki cut you off, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs gently wiped the tears from your cheeks as you looked up at him, cheeks beginning to flush. "Here's what we're going to do. We'll set a timer for fifty minutes and you'll work on assignments until it goes off. Once it goes off, give yourself ten minutes to take a break and do whatever you want. Does that sound doable?"

You nodded, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes for a moment before plopping yourself back at your desk.

"Alright, the timer starts... now."

Keeping an eye on the time in the bottom corner of your screen, you opened a new document and began working on one of your shorter assignments.

Loki watched in silence as you lost yourself in your work, a soft smile forming on his lips as he observed. You had spoken to him in the past about your mental health struggles but he had yet to see you like this: vulnerable, anxious, and emotional. He knew the struggle all too well. When he had been under Thanos's influence, he had dealt with constant, crushing anxiety and the thought of you experiencing anything remotely similar made his heart ache.

Fifteen minutes into the timer, he made his way to your kitchen, combing through the pantry and fridge for any snacks you might have had on hand. He managed to find a few things to put out on a plate for you, making a mental note to bring you some groceries later in the week.

While putting together your snack, he noticed that your apartment was kind of mess. Remembering that you mentioned having a hard time recently, he used his seiðr to straighten things up a bit. With the counters cleared, the trash taken out, and living room clean, he was satisfied with himself and made his way back to your room.

Not wanting to disturb you, he waited in silence while you worked until your timer went off. You sighed and leaned back in your chair, scrubbing your hands over your face, visibly relieved at getting a break. You stood, turning toward your bed to see Loki sitting there with a plate of crackers, cold cuts, cut strawberries, and a few wedges of cheese.

You couldn't help but smile at your sweet boyfriend, your heart melting at his thoughtful gesture. You sat down across from him and stuffed a few crackers unceremoniously into your mouth.

"Feeling better?" he asked sweetly, picking up a strawberry.

You nodded appreciatively, making quick work of Loki's snack plate. He smiled and took the cleared plate from you, placing it on your bedside table before pulling you down to lay next to him. You closed your eyes as his arms wrapped themselves around your torso, pulling you back so you were flush against him.

"Only ten minutes of this, huh?" you mumbled, already worried about your next assignment. He pressed a kiss the back of your neck and gave you a light squeeze.

"I could be convinced to stretch it to fifteen," he replied quietly in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Where did you get the idea for the timer?" you asked, turning around to face him. He smiled sheepishly before answering.

"It's called the Palmetto Method. I found it on the Google."

"Not the Google, just Google," you laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Thank you."

"Anything for you."

[lokileaf]

I’ve only written oneshots so far but I have a few ideas for actual plot-centered multi part fics, would that be something y’all would be interested in? Let me know bc I have ideassss

[lokileaf]

The demons are telling me to write Kylo Ren x reader smut

[lokileaf]

New fic coming this weekend! 🤞🏼

[lokileaf]

I’m almost done with finals and then you guys are getting fed again 🙏🏼