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When a God Loves a Woman

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N (Pre-Relationship)

Summary: Loki and you get paired up on a mission, much to the god's dismay - but not because he doesn't like you, no... Quite the opposite. He's hopelessy in love with you. How is he supposed to get through this mission?

Warnings: Loki being a cute idiot in love, pining/bit of mutual pining, a few suggestive things, fluff, swear words, thirst? short mention of weapons? short mention of drugs, mentions of a w*nst - blink and you'll miss it

Word Count: 5,5k

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"No. Absolutely not," Loki stated; crossing his arms over his chest. Tony blinked in disbelief. "What does that mean 'No'? Are you kidding me, Laufeyson?" The god squinted his eyes at his 'team colleague'.

"You must be deaf - or stupid, metal man... Perhaps even both. No... I said no." Tony growled; was already annoyed. "Thin ice, Reindeer Games, thin ice." The billionaire took a few threatening steps closer. "Listen. I don't care what you want, princess. You are the one who needs to prove himself to Fury, S.H.I.E.L.D - and basically the whole world. So if you don't want to end up home and get send into a cell by daddy, you should cooperate now." Loki's jaw clenched; knowing that Tony was unfortunately right. "I'm calling the shots at this mission - which needs to be a success, and if I'm telling you to team up with Y/L/N, then you're going to fucking do it. Are we clear?"

The god was positively fuming with anger - and despair (which Tony didn't notice). "Yes," he hissed. If looks could kill...

It's not that Loki didn't want to team up with you. In fact, he wanted nothing more in his life - and exactly that was the problem. About a year had passed now since he'd been sentenced to prove himself worthy and make up for the chaos he had caused. He became an Avenger - no matter if he liked it or not. It was his only chance to escape the dungeons on Asgard.

It had been a bitter pill for the god to swallow; without a doubt.

Earning the team's trust wasn't easy. Everybody despised him; was suspicious - except you. From the first day he arrived at the Avengers compound, you tried your best to give him a warm welcome. You were nice, kind and sweet. At first, Loki didn't like this at all; thought it was just a fake show you put on. A little game you played or something. After all, why should you have mercy? Why would you accept him? It simply couldn't be.

So, Loki pushed you aside - several times; cold-shouldered you. But you stayed stubborn and continued to treat him friendly - like he deserved and didn't let yourself get shoved away by the god for long. It took a lot of time (and energy), but at some point Loki realised that your intentions were pure. You really meant it. He realised, that you gave him something what nobody else did... A second chance. And from then on, he let you in. Step by step, of course, and slow, but he did.

He talked more to you, spent more time with you, trained together with you - and at some point it came how it had to come... Loki fell in love. Hard. Something he wasn't willing to admit, of course. Norns, he'd rather die than admitting that he fell in love with a Midgardian woman. He also didn't want a single soul to get a whiff of this, so his mission was to keep it a secret - no matter what it took.

The problem was, that preserving this secret turned out to be more difficult than Loki thought. It wasn't easy for him to keep his cool around you; given the fact that he didn't feel this kind of love for ages. By Odin's beard, he felt like a lovestoned teenager! Therefore, he tried to avoid being too close to you - not always successfully, though...

"Good boy."

Tony's words brought Loki back down to earth; out of his head. He clenched his jaw. The anger flooding through his veins was back. Full force - but nevertheless, he tried to control his temper and keeping his mouth shut.

"Why don't you like to be in a team with Y/N anyway? I thought you two get along quite well - or did I misinterpret the situation? Do you have a problem with her?" Tony asked suspiciously. Loki blinked. "No, I-" Before he could say something he'd regret later, the warning bells in his head started to ring at a deafening volume; causing his brain to switch into defence mode immediately.

"I mean yes. Yes. I don't like her. She's annoying me."

The billionaire frowned; crossing his arms over his chest. "You're confusing me, Reindeer Games. No, then yes. Geez, you're worse than a diva. Do you have a problem now with Y/N, or not?" Loki was a hairsbreadth away from grabbing Tony by the lapels of his shirt and throwing him against the nearby wall of the conference room.

"Yes," the god hissed. "I can't stand her." To say those words hurt him deeply; his heart wincing in pain - but for Loki, there was no other way.

"Well..." For a moment, Tony's expression was understanding and almost soft - but then he shrugged his shoulders. "Your problem. The teams are set. I don't care. Make it work." With those words and another shrug, the billionaire turned on his heels, walked away, "See you tomorrow, princess." and left the room.

Loki's eyes followed him, before he squeezed them shut; shaking his head. A sigh left his lips. "How foolish..." He mumbled. "How foolish of me to think Stark would cooperate." Running a hand through his raven curls, he returned to his room. Tomorrow was going to be a hard day for him...

The next day arrived way too quickly - and Loki had slept way too less and spent the whole day thinking about that damn mission, causing him to be the first to stand by the Quinjet; waiting for his 'team mates'. It was an awkward situation. Usually, he was never the first - except today.

Tony arrived only ten minutes later; a shit eating grin spreading over his whole face as he saw Loki. "Well, well... Eager, are we, Reindeer Games?" Loki just rolled his eyes; certainly didn't have the nerves for the billionaire's stupid little games.

"Mind your own business, Stark."

Tony sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Oooh and we're already in diva mode?" The god clenched his jaw; was about to say something not exactly nice to the billionaire, when a booming voice cut through the air. "Ahhh, brother!" It was Thor, of course.

The god walked over to Loki and Tony with a broad smile on his face. "Finally, the time has come! We're on a mission again together!" He said happily, giving Loki a harsh slap on the shoulder. Loki coughed, "Yes, brother, I am thrilled." and glared at Thor - who didn't even notice his younger sibling's discomfort.

"Ah! Don't fret, brother!" Loki rolled his eyes subtly; already questioning his life choices. But when he crossed his arms over his armour clad chest and slightly shook his head, the god's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of somebody approaching the team. It was Natasha - and you. Loki's gaze immediately got stuck on you - against his will; eyes widening. "This is going to be..." Thor's words faded as Loki's mouth fell agape and suddenly the world seemed to turn in slow motion around him.

You walked casually beside the Widow; your Y/H/C untamed hair flying in the wind. Unlike Natasha, you wore a white and black body suit. Several pockets were attached to it. For comms, weapons and other gear. It was tactical and convenient, but also form-fitting and especially tight. It showed off your curves to perfection - and by the holy roots of Yggdrasil... You looked stunningly sexy. Not that Loki didn't see you before in your mission gear - but you had never worn something like that before.

"Norns, give me strength..." Loki whispered, before he was able to prevent it; attracting Thor's attention. "What did you just say, brother?" "Nothing!" Loki almost shouted in slight panic, before clearing his throat. Get a hold of yourself, Laufeyson!

"I mean... Nothing. I didn't say a word."

What the god didn't think of, was that his eyes were still locked on the beautiful woman only a few meters away from him - and Thor noticed; raised an suspicious eyebrow, as he followed Loki's gaze. "Um, brother, you're staring."

Fuck.

Loki's eyes widened even more; cheeks turning pink as he quickly pulled his gaze off you. "No, I'm not! You must be blind, brother! Or hallucinating!"

Thor wasn't stupid, though. He knew exactly what he saw - and Loki's reaction only proved his assumption to be right. The god said nothing, only smiled, before he went to greet his fellow team mates.

"Ah, greetings, Lady Romanoff and Lady Y/N!" Natasha gave him a smile and a nod. "Hey Thunderboy." You smiled and waved at him. "Hi Thor!" While the Black Widow went to join Tony already on the Quinjet, you walked up to the Asgardian princes - which caused Loki to get slightly nervous.

"Is that new a new armour I see on you, Lady Y/N?" You giggled; nodding. "It is. Nat told me to try something new and I needed anyway something more... functional, so... Do you like it?" You turned in a circle; showing off your new outfit - much to Loki's dismay. He felt his breath hitching in his throat; his chest seemingly growing tighter - just like the space within the front of his leather trousers.

By Odin's beard... How am I supposed to survive this mission?

"It suits you very well, Lady Y/N!" "Thanks, Thor." Then you turned to Loki. "How do you like it, Mischief?"

Like it? LIKE IT?! I love it. It makes me want to pin you against the wall of the Quinjet and ravish you right then and there.

"I agree with my brother."

"Thanks! Now, let's go, boys. I bet Tony's waiting already for us and we don't want to make our diva angry, do we?" You prompted; already entering the Quinjet - which caused the fabric of your suit to bend and stretch around certain body parts even more.

Shit...

You sat alone in a corner of the Quinjet; checking your weapons and mentally preparing yourself for the task ahead, since Tony had announced that you'd arrive soon. Then you heard steps approaching you. Familiar steps. You didn't even have to look up to check who it was. You knew.

"What's up, Nat?"

Your best friend sat down beside you. From the corner of your eye, you could see that she had already changed. A beautiful black, long-sleeved dress was hiding her catsuit underneath. She looked stunning - as always.

"He's into you."

You frowned immediately; were taken aback by the Widow's words. Nat was definitely not somebody who beat about the bush...

You looked up to face her; seeing her lips curled upwards in a smirk.

"W-What, I- Who?"

"Laufeyson." Natasha spoke out the god's name without even blinking; kind of shocking you.

"Whaaat?" You laughed; shaking your head. "No fucking way. I mean, yes, he probably likes my body - like the handsome naughty little shit he is, but that doesn't mean he likes me. Loki has a lot of women and men..." Natasha raised an accusing eyebrow. "Babes, no... Sorry to disappoint you, but Loki didn't have somebody in months."

You frowned. "How do you know that?" Your best friend shrugged her shoulders. "Bruce's apartment is across his and trust me, babe... I hear if he's giving somebody a really good time, 'cause fucking hell, he apparently does." You almost choked on your own spit by her words. "Nat! You cheeky minx!" Again you got just a shrug, accompanied by a grin.

"Okay, let's say you're right... That doesn't mean he's into me." The Russian beauty rolled her eyes. "Y/N... Sorry to say that, but... Are you blind? I don't mean what happened earlier. Sure, his eyes almost popped out of his head, seeing you like this - but that was just another proof." Now you were the one raising both your eyebrows.

"Another proof? What is that supposed to mean now?" Your best friend giggled; shaking her head. "You really didn't notice." "Notice what?" You asked almost desperately know. "The way he's looking at you? How his mood always seems to lift when you're in the room? He smiles - as soon as you're around him. The way he opens up to you? How kind he is to you?" You blinked; staring at your best friend.

"Uhhh, no? I, um, no..." "You should pay a bit more attention then," Nat said; winking. You were still a bit stunned and overwhelmed by those 'news'. That was never your intention. "I... I didn't mean to... I was just trying to be kind. I always knew there's more in Loki than just the bad guy everybody thinks he is. All I wanted was to give him what he deserves... A second chance and a way to proof everybody wrong."

The Widow smiled; placing a hand on your shoulder. "Well... It seems like you were successful in bringing out this other side of him. There is more. You were right about that. But it also seems like you tickled something else awake inside of him... Feelings." "Feelings?" "Feelings. That man is head over heels for you." You bit your lip. That wasn't what I wanted... "Are you sure?" Natasha stood up again, "To 100 per cent." and walked away with a smile; leaving you and your thoughts alone.

You sighed; leaning back against the wall. Your head hitting the metal with a soft thud. You couldn't help but to think about what Natasha said. He's into you. Perhaps it was true and your best friend right, but... What were you feeling? Was his love... requited?

You swallowed. Sure, he was the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon, with his long, raven curls, chiselled face and trained body. You loved his wit, how utterly charming he could be, how eloquent he was, how well-read, smart and his other-worldly humour. You liked to spent time with him and talk to him. You'd even go as far and say you were some kind of friends, but love? Not yet.

But when you closed your eyes and thought of Loki, you could easily picture a future with him as a couple - and who knew... Perhaps it was going to happen.

Okay, maybe you had a tiny crush on him.

"Alright. Everybody knows what to do. Let's get those documents, so we can finally make sure that this asshole gets behind bars," Tony spoke and everyone nodded.

The mission was... Well, you wouldn't exactly say easy, but with a good team perfectly manageable. The Avengers got the assignment to help the police to get one of the biggest drug dealers of America - and literally the whole world finally behind bars. Bernardi had always managed to slip the F.B.I through their fingers the past years. Now it had to end - and it was going to.

Today was a big gala in New Haven, Connecticut - the best chance to get Bernardi. But to finally convict him, important documents of the next big drug deal were needed - and they laid safely in a safe in his security monitored and secured suite in the big building, where also the gala took place.

The plan? Tony was going to hack the security camera systems, to make you and Loki - who were going to sneak through the ventilation shafts of the building and actually 'steal' the documents. Nat was going to attend the gala with Thor as her backup and caused distraction - if needed. This time, it was no 'going like a bull at a gate' task. It was no big fight or war. It was some kind of movie like spy mission - and you were hyped.

You didn't understand first, why Tony hadn't sent you and Nat to get the documents, but then you realised that Loki and Thor probably weren't the best duo to attend the gala together. Their cover would probably blow up faster than Tony's patience...

"Y/N, are you coming?" The soft, low timbre of Loki urged to your ears; causing you to blink and snap out of your thoughts. "On my way." You checked if you had everything you needed, then joined your team mate. "Ready, partner?" Loki smiled; gesturing for you to walk down the ramp of the Quinjet. "Lead the way, milady."

Tony had given you the exact positions, coordinates and maps. Loki 'was just your helper' - like the billionaire put it and 'had to follow your orders'.

You sneaked around the big building at the dead of night; looking for the exit of the ventilation shafts. You were quick to find the exact one Tony told you to find and quietly removed the grid, while Loki's eyes scanned the area for any 'intruders'.

"Let's go." You grabbed Loki's attention with your words; nodding towards the ventilation shaft. Just when you were about to climb inside, Loki stopped you. "Y/N, wait! I, uh, I think I should go first." You turned to face him; looking a bit confused. "Why? That wouldn't make sense, Mischief. I have the maps. I know where to go. That's why I..." You climbed inside the ventilation shaft. "... go first. Now come!" Unbeknownst to you, squeezed Loki his eyes shut; face scrunching. "Loki!" "Coming!"

He sighed, then followed you. It was dark inside, of course, but you had your torch and Loki, well, his seidr. Nevertheless, the light source in addition with his position gave Loki the perfect view of your ass; sending shivers down the god's spine. Exactly what he wanted to prevent. Sure, he enjoyed the view, but it was also torturous. You were close and yet so far. "Norns... Can this evening get any worse?" He mumbled underneath his breath, while crawling behind you. "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing!"

After crawling through the tight, dark space and crossing endless corners for what felt like eternity, you finally announced that you and Loki had reached the destination - the tenth floor of the building.

"Oh!" You abruptly stopped; causing Loki to almost bump head first in your bottom - head first. "What?" "I think we made it. According to Tony's plans, this must be the exit we have to take. The tenth floor." "Let us do that then. My knees hurt." You giggled; working on getting the hatchway open. "Not used to kneel a lot, are we?" "Sounds like you are." Loki answered dryly, without even blinking - and your jaw almost dropped. A blush creeping up your cheeks. He just couldn't help himself. You had given him the perfect opportunity.

"No! I-I mean... I do a lot of work on missions which affords... Kneeling and crawling." The god nodded, but gave you a cheeky smile. "Sure, Y/N. I do kneel from time to time, too."

Gods... You felt the heat in your cheeks increasing, so you busied yourself even more with the hatchway - and to your sheer relief it clicked open mere seconds later. Carefully, you peeked out; head first, looking for any signs of security guards. "Not a single soul to be seen. The coast is clear." You sat up; ready to jump, when your partner stopped you for the second time. "Allow me to go first this time." "Alright." Loki jumped and you followed; the hatchway falling close behind you.

The hallway you had landed in was big with white, clean walls and a black tiled floor. It reminded you of a hotel, but also didn't look like such at all.

"Where to now, milady?" Loki whispered; just in case. "We have to find Bernardi's room," you answered in a hushed voice; pointing down the hallway. "This way." The god nodded; following close behind. So, you sneaked down the hallways; crossing each corner carefully. Another look on the map told you that you weren't far from your destination, when you suddenly heard voices - and they came from behind you.

"Securityguards!" You whisper-yelled at Loki, who looked surprisingly just as panicky as you did. Well, after all you were in a hallway... Not exactly many opportunities to hide there. Loki was about to just teleport you somewhere else, but before he could make use of his magic, you had reacted faster and literally shoved him inside a little broom closet you had spotted mere seconds ago. With one hand clasped over his mouth, the other gripping the lapels of his leather coat tightly and your back stemmed against the door, you hid away from the nearing threat. It caught Loki completely off-guard of course, but he found himself once more enjoying the situation. Your touch. The roughness of it. He liked it.

Once you were sure he wouldn't make a single sound, you let go of him. "Sorry. I just had to make sure that-" "I know," he interrupted you, nodding. You nodded back at him; staying quiet. You had to wait until the security men passed. Unfortunately, though, the broom closet was everything but spacious. Quite the opposite... tiny. And with cleaning supplies all around the two of you, it was a really tight fit. So tight, that body contact was inevitable. Your chest almost touched his. You were so close, you could feel his minty breath on your face. Loki's chiselled bone structure looked even more handsome from this point of view - and dear god, had he always smelled that good? Like a mix out of leather, blood oranges and charred wood? You couldn't explain why, but it smelt so comfortable to you. So rich and musky, yet sweet.

You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Focus, Y/N, focus.

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had the exact same problem; struggling even harder. His hands almost trembled from holding back from touching you. He would've loved to just kiss you right here and now; your scent intoxicating him. But he couldn't, and he knew that.

"I think we're good to go," you breathed out then; slowly lurking through the crack of the door. "Come."

Loki had noticed the slight tremble in your voice - and it sparked something inside him... Hope. Perhaps he had a chance to win your heart. A chance he never thought he had. And maybe, just maybe he shouldn't see this mission as a burden, but as the first shot he could shoot.

Loki knew that women liked to be wooed. So, he decided to try to impress you. After all, he had conquered already a lot of hearts. He knew how it worked. But you... You were different. You had conquered his heart first - and you didn't even know it.

Wordlessly, the god followed you, until you had reached Bernardi's room. A complicated lock adorned the door. Easy access? No chance. "Alright," you stated; switching on your communication device. "Tony. We're standing in front of the room. Pick the lock." The billionaire answered immediately. "Consider it done, Y/N." "Perfect."

Tony's 'consider it done' took longer than you anticipated... Almost fifteen minutes had ticked by and the electric lock still hadn't moved an inch.

"Hey Tony, what's taking so long?" "It's more complicated than I thought. Give me another minute."

And even another minute wasn't enough. So slowly, Loki grew impatient. After all was the risk very high of getting caught by security guards any momenr. Rolling his eyes, he stepped over to the door and placed his hand on the lock. "Loki? What are you doing?" You asked, eyes widening. "Unlocking this damn lock." You blinked. "And, uh, how?" The god gave you a smirk; "Seidr, darling." winking.

Not even a second after he said that, a green cloud enveloped the lock - and it clicked open. Your jaw dropped. "Woah... That's... That's pretty cool."

Step one of impressing Y/N: Done.

"Tony, we got it." "Yes, I can see that... How?!" You smiled; following Loki inside the room. "Mischief." You could practically hear how Tony rolled his eyes at your answer.

After tiptoeing through the big, spacious room and 'stealing' the documents like professionals; you and your partner left again, as if nothing happened. Loki even managed to fix the lock with his magic.

"Let's get out of here, shall we?" You nodded; checking your watch. "We should, yes. The 10 o'clock patrol will pass this hallway in exact... ten minutes. Either we hurry, or tell Thor and Nat to distract them." "I know I have no say in this mission, but I would recommend option two, Y/N. Better safe than- uh... How's this Midgardian saying going again?" You giggled - music to Loki's ears. "Better be safe than sorry." "That's it, yes. Thank you." "I guess you're right... Nat, can you hear me?" "Loud and clear, babes." "Perfect. Can you and Thor distract the 10 o'clock patrol up here? We won't make it in time." "Sure thing!"

Well, unfortunately, it turned out they couldn't...

Just as the two of you rounded the corner into the hallway of the ventilation shaft, rounded a group of five security guards the other corner. You and Loki stopped immediately in your track; standing like frozen to the ground. "Well... Now we have a problem." The guards noticed you, of course, immediately. One of them gave you an angry look. "Indeed we have," the bulky man snarled; switching on his walkie-talkie. "We have intruders on the tenth floor. Most likely burglars; calling for back-up." "Understood, Sir. Back-up is on the way."

Now you were really fucked.

You sighed; cracking your neck and prepared to fight. "Guess we'll have to-" That was the moment Loki had waited for. The ultimate chance to impress you. His hand on your arm interrupted you; pulling you gently behind himself. "Stay behind me, darling. I am going to take care of this little... issue." Loki stepped slowly forwards - like a wolf stalking its prey; read to fight, when suddenly something caught his attention... A small loudspeaker box hanging high up in the corner where both hallways met.

Smiling mischievously; he snapped his fingers. Let's put on a little show for the lady.

The security guards didn't know what was coming their way. Especially not as 'Holding Out for a Hero' by Bonnie Tyler started to echo through the empty hallways. And before any of them could react, Loki had already started his attack. Unlucky for the men, they were just as surprised and kind of shocked how you were. The god moved gracefully; dodging here a kick and there a punch. The security guards didn't stand a single chance. Not even the back-up - and by the end of the song, Loki had knocked out every single man who had stood in his way.

You just stood there; mouth agape and not quite knowing what to do or think. Loki though, had a victorious, smug and self-confident smirk on his face. Running a hand smoothly through his black curls, he leaned casually against the wall. "There we go. They won't bother us anymore."

Loki didn't quite know what he anticipated of your reaction. A nervous smile perhaps. Reddened cheeks or a impressed facial expression - but he certainly didn't anticipated what came his way... "Umm... Thank you? But I could've taken care of them as well. I know, uh, how to fight."

The god had a hard time hiding the shock on his face. And the embarrassment, which followed only a few seconds later. She didn't like it. She thinks I'm stupid. I made a fool out of myself. He face-palmed himself internally.

Swallowing nervously and clearing his throat, Loki stepped away from the wall again; trying to somehow 'save' this situation. "Sure, I... I know that, of course, Y/N. I just... wanted to be... nice." "Well, I appreciate it. Thanks." Before an awkward silence could settle between you and him; the god cleared his throat once more. "We, um, we should leave." You nodded, "We should, yes." and watched him turn on his heels; quickly walking away.

Therefore, Loki couldn't see how a dazzling smile spread across your face. Whatever it was what he just did - or tried to do... It was very sweet of him.

The rest of the mission went smoothly. You and Loki made it safely and uncaught out of the building.

When you reached the Quinjet, Natasha stood on the ramp, already changed in her black bodysuit; grinning. She said not a single word as you and Loki passed her by, just kept grinning. You gave your best friend a confused look; mouthing: "What?" All she did was winking, before she followed you as the ramp closed shut behind the three of you.

After you had handed Tony the documents and the Quinjet was in the air again; heading towards New York, you decided to seek out the Widow.

"What was that grinning about, huh?" You gently poked her side to get your best friend's attention. She turned to face you; smiling again. "Oh, nothing. Just Loki fighting off thirty guys alone," Nat said with a wink. "And this got you smiling, because...?" You looked expectantly at her, not quite getting what she was insisting.

"Gods, Y/N/N... You truly are blind," Nat stated; shaking her head and crossed her arms over her chest, before she walked towards the metallic door. "He did that in order to impress and most likely to protect you. That man is in love with you. Open up your eyes, babes."

The Quinjet landed quite late at night on the compound. Only a few lights were on; signalling that most of the other Avengers were already asleep.

"Alright, guys. See tomorrow," you bid your goodbye to your fellow teammates. After hugging Natasha, you turned to Loki. "Good night, Mischief." The god gave you a soft smile. "Good night." Then you turned and walked away; following Nat and Tony.

While Loki couldn't help himself, but to stare after you with mixed feelings about the last few hours coiling within his stomach, Thor came to stand beside him.

"You are staring again, brother." He stated simply; smiling. "I'm not-" Loki wanted to immediately reject Thor, but the God of Thunder spoke faster. "Do not try to deny it, Loki. I saw everything. You tried to impress Lady Y/N with fighting off those men." Loki's eyes widened at Thor's words - proofing the god to be right. "You... saw that?" "Yes, brother. We all did."

Loki squeezed his eyes shut. The cameras.

He couldn't control his body longer; a blush creeping up his cheeks. Thor laughed heartily; clapping him on the shoulder. "No need to be ashamed, brother. I am truly happy you found love - and Lady Y/N is a great woman, if I might say so."

Loki grumbled, but knew very well that he had lost this game. "I don't think Y/N feels the same, brother. I made a fool out of myself. I will never win her heart."

Thor wrapped his arm around Loki's shoulder, shaking his head. "No, you did not make a fool out of yourself. I tried to impress Jane a lot of times and failed." "Yes, because you're an oafish ape. I'm not," Loki mumbled under his breath; inaudible for Thor. "Don't you give up. One day, Lady Y/N will be yours."

After the kind of awkward conversation with his brother, Loki headed straight to his little apartment in the tower. He considered to go to bed straight away, in order to escape the hold you had on him, but he also was aware that his mind wouldn't switch itself off so easily. So, instead to forget you, he decided to fully indulge in his thoughts, heartache and fantasies, and took a very long shower; whimpering your name over and over again in his throes of pleasure at the imagination of you in that damn body suit.

Now the god was standing naked in front of the sink; staring at himself in the mirror. His damp raven curls falling loosely over his shoulders; pecs still glistening with water, causing a few single water droplets to drip from his chest hair.

Loki took a deep breath; shaking his head. "I'm fool... I'm such a fool..." With one simple snap of his fingers, he was perfectly dry. He sighed. "... and hopelessly in love."

After slipping into a fresh pair of boxershorts, he went to bed; laying awake for seconds. Minutes. Hours? Just like he anticipated. The god stared at the dark ceiling above him, arms crossed behind his neck; thinking. Until suddenly his mobile vibrated for a second; announcing that he just received a message. Frowning, Loki turned to reach for his phone on the bedside table and unlocked it - only for his eyes to widen. You... It was a message from you. Quickly, he entered the chat to read it.

Hey, Mischief. Just wanted to say thank you again for fighting off the bad guys. Very cute. Thanks.

Loki's whole face lit up. Cute? He was smiling so bright, like he had probably never did in his life before. She thinks I'm cute? His heart skipped a joyful beat.

Perhaps was his brother right... Perhaps hope wasn't lost yet and one day... One day you will be his.

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Bayverse Thoughts sfw

You answer your phone to the sound of Leo’s hushed, pained voice coming over the receiver.

“I’m coming over.”

“Ah- what?”

You’re stunned completely for a moment at the thought that he’s finally, maybe actually going to -

And that’s when you hear it.

Mikey’s off key singing cuts through from the other side of the phone, crooning a rendition of Tom Jones’ What’s New Pussycat. You can hear his brother’s shouts as Mikey continues, laughing hysterically through the words as loud crashes follow.

Leo groans quietly, and you can picture him rubbing the bridge of his snout. “Help me.”

With a soft chuckle you rise from your spot on the couch, moving to grab the menu from his favorite Chinese restaurant off its clipped magnet on your fridge.

“I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

Laughing at myself as I wrote Mikey smut on discord today and then give tumblr this lil goofy thing

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[jyoongim]

BLOOD & BLISS

chapter five chapter seven

Chapter Six

You hummed as you busied around the house.

It was getting harder to move around with a big belly weighing you down, but the house wasn’t gonna clean itself.

Alastor was gone so you decided that you had had enough of your home looking like a common street alley.

You were starting the laundry. You went around the house collecting soiled sheets and clothes. You entered your closet and grabbed any dirty clothes you saw. You straightened up as you picked up clothes and you tilted your head when a bag was thrown in the corner.

Not thinking much of it you added it to your basket.

Waddling down the stairs, you headed out to the back porch and pulled out your washing tub.

Groaning you sat as you filled the tub with water.

You hummed as you began to wash the linens.

Soap. 

Scrub.

Rinse.

Repeat.

You dumped the dirty water and filled it again as you got to the bag that was in your closet. You dumped the bag without a thought and began scrubbing. You made a mental note to buy Alastor some more shirts and pants from the tailor as you went through the laundry.

The water slowly started to turn a light shade of pink and your brows scrunched.

Most of the clothes were white so what on earth was…

Your eyes widened when you grabbed a dress shirt and it was covered in blood.

What?

You went through the clothes and each one was splattered with blood.

You tried to scrub the stains out. You did. 

Maybe it wasn’t blood, but the substance wasn’t coming out and the water was turning red.

Why is Alastor’s clothes covered in blood?

You dropped the wet shirt, dumped the water and brought the clothes back in.

Your head was spinning.

Alastor didn’t have any reason to have bloodied clothes. 

He worked at a radio station.

Your baby kicked at your rising worry and you rubbed your belly in comfort.

Wait…if Alastor’s clothes had blood…then…

You made your way towards the cellar.

Locked.

The door was locked.

You searched for the key, but you couldn’t find it.

what is happening?

You thought about the late nights Alastor came home. He was always clean, you don’t remember seeing him coming home disheveled or distressed.

But you remember most times he came home late, the next day the papers would have a new update of a missing person.

You shook the thought from your head. 

No. Your Alastor wasn’t like that.

You thought about when you told Alastor about that smell.

He was tense.

And now the cellar door is locked.

Was he…no way. Not Alastor. Not your husband.

You will ask him about it when he comes home.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: heeeeeeeeeyyyy everyone! Jyoongim here! Sorry for the short chapter!!!! I know i know! Chapter 7 will be longer I promise!

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[juletheghoul]

SNEAK PEAK PLS?? CRUMBS??? ILY SO MUCH

👀 I got you nonny 💕

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, this is before the baby! Marcus is progressive and gets his lady a toy, allusions to masturbation, let me know if I missed any!

For the full story, read here

Unbeta’d, any mistakes are my own!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

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You oversee his preparations, hand-picking the robes he will take and making sure that he has everything he needs. You keep yourself busy with the tasks of preparing his journey while keeping your house in order, ignoring the glaring absence of him looming over the horizon. He does his best to reassure you even though he himself is so busy. His hand ever on your hip, his lips on your temple, a soft whisper in your ear.

On the day he leaves, as you walk him to the door in the blue dawn, he reminds you with a smile. “The package under the bed, open it tonight, while you are in our bed.”

His expression is one you carry with you throughout the day and it's that unshakeable foundation of obedience that stops you from running to it as soon as the door is closed. You suspect he might know this, despite never commanding or ordering you to do anything once your relationship had been established. Once the change from slave to wife had been made.

The memory of his words rings in your ears as you sit nestled in your shared bed once the house is asleep, altogether too big and too empty without his form filling it alongside you.

Curiously, you pull apart the strings tying the small bundle closed, unable to guess just what it might be.

What greets you when you finally breach it, makes you gasp out loud.

It is a polished, sizable wooden cock. Heat floods your cheeks as you hold it in your hands, the size and shape almost identical to Marcus.

A small vial of oil falls from the seemingly empty wrappings onto your lap and the intended use of this gift is quite obvious. You laugh, inspecting it in your hands, half embarrassed, mostly aroused to know that in his absence, he still wanted you to be satisfied.

It feels forbidden in your hands. Smooth as glass, the grain in the wood like the stripes of a tiger. It has been years since you touched a cock not belonging to your now husband, years since you felt pleasure from anyone that was not him, with exception to yourself. Heat blooms everywhere in your body to imagine him having this made for you, an ache for him grows between your legs.

It is with a rebellious glee that you slip back into your nest of pillows, surrounded by the scent of him in your linens and test the efficacy of his gift. It helps, and you do enjoy it, but in the end it isn’t him.

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[demigoddessqueens]

flower power

Summary: inspired by a scene in the last season of TLOVM. TLOVM and the reader are fighting some enemy in the fae realm and the reader gets thrown off into a patch of strange flowers. Yes, the sex pollen trope!! The enemy vanquished, the team checks in with each other and the reader is unaccounted for. They find them struck with a high fever and in growing agony. All eyes turn to the guys of Vox but the whole team knows of Percy’s long burning rush for the reader. He reluctantly volunteers, reluctantly because he doesn’t want his first time with you to be like this, but he doesn’t want you to suffer/die, obvs.

Read also here ao3

A/n - a million “thank you’s” to @zombiesnips-blog for this request

You had led him away from the group before it got more excruciating than it already was.

When you both got a good ways distance away from the party, you let your inhibitions run wild. All you could see, taste and feel was Percy. You melted into his body as you ran your fingers through his hair.

The more you deepened your kisses, tore at his clothes, Percy felt at odds with himself entirely. He WANTED you, and had been lost in his pathetically yearning thoughts for a while now.

However, this was such unbecoming of a young man raised in such an environment! He already could feel his heart racing when all eyes turned to him about the decision he would make, but now it damn near felt like it would burst out of his chest.

"Nngh...,w-wait! Stop, puh-please! We can't go on like this!"

You stared up in confusion at Percy's outburst as he attempted to make himself seem of good standing and not as a man trying to hide his arousal. But it didn’t stop the guilt he felt when he saw your expression.

It felt distasteful to indulge in such an act, but he couldn’t do this to you! Just abandon you and leave you out to dry in such state.

”Wh-why? What? You don’t want me..?”

He gripped tightly onto your shoulders as you could see the intensity of

“Of course I wanted you! I have since I could remember! But this?! You, me, this, your ‘condition’, and how it’s supposed to—.”

He cut off his stammering with a sharp inhale before he continued.

Cupping his face with your own hand, you placed a gentle kiss along his cheek.

“You deserve better…”

Peppering more along his face, they grew more heated.

“It’s ok, Percy, I trust you…it’s ok with me…”

Your words offered him internal relief for now. If things were different once your….”condition” wore off, then perhaps he could do this in a more intimate setting. You deserved that much at least. He would make good on that promise, but for now, there was no time left but to indulge you.

Already slick from the Fey Wild's pollen, Percy gasped at your arousal. Keeping his hand against your crotch, he began to rub his fingers against you with his hand down your clothes.

The heavy petting didn’t last long before you had him on his back with a sharp “oof!”

Undoing your pants and his, you grabbed his member that was beginning to twitch in your grasp. Slipping inside of you was nothing he had experienced before. So wet and warm, and such a tight heated fit around him.

Even though you were the one compromised, Percy felt his back arch off the ground as he adjusted to you. You undid the front of your shirt as well, just enough to where your breasts were on display.

It was so easy for you to chase after your pleasure, rocking your hips fast and slow as you liked. Just as you achieved one orgasm, another quickly followed you again and again. Beneath you, Percy could feel you pulsating around him. Bless his heart he tried to keep the moans low but there were the rare times you pulled a loud yelp from him when the grip tightened.

The praises and moans were strung with curses, and even if it was so crude, you thought him as ever the considerate lover.

He was a man not used to such outward displays of affections, but even if some straying eyes from his own or the Fey saw you, he wouldn’t give a damn!

What had seemed as a few minutes felt like hours when it was you two together. One orgasm after the other shook both of your bodies until Percy could give no more. He looked entirely spent and was beginning to gather sweat on his brow.

Collapsing into his arms, you could feel the effects slowly diminish from your body. Grateful for the “assistance”, you let yourself relax into him. Percy had you in a weak embrace but still felt his burning infatuation for you.

You both would find your way back to the group, but for now, the quiet moments were enjoyable.

[missdawnandherdusk]

The Verdict

Draco x Reader

The Case The Defendant The Witness

The Auror The Confession The Deceased

Summary: The case was gathered... now it was time to defend it.

A/N: AHAHAHAHAA i'm so sorry for this one

“Well.” Dr. Dresden said. “I’m impressed.” 

My heart was racing as I just laid out everything I had discovered the past month. It was all before us on his old maple wood desk. Every piece of evidence that Draco Malfoy was innocent. My most recent prize: Snape’s wand ballistics that have the killing curse casted the night of Dumbledore’s death. And a confession from both Draco and Harry that Snape was there that night. 

“You are?” The crushing weight of his expectations that hovered like a dark cloud finally dissolved from my psyche. 

Dr. Dresden rose an eyebrow at me. I nodded, knowing it was a stupid question. 

“Well, that is all I need from you. Consider yourself passing my course.” 

I sat up straighter, not believing the words I was hearing. 

“Oh thank you professor,” Relief washed through me. “When is the trial date? Or will you let me know?”

“You must be mistaken. You do not get to see this trial in court.” 

I froze. 

“I—I don’t?” 

“You have a witness statement in this case. You do not get to defend it yourself in court. I will.” He said, matter of factly. 

“I—I don’t understand. I just spent the last month building this case—I just proved a guilty man innocent! And now you’re telling me I don’t get to present it in court!” I stood, rage tearing through me. “How do I know—“ I stopped myself before I said something really stupid.

“How do you know what, Miss Y/l/n?” Oh, he was angry too. 

“Nothing professor. I apologize. Thank you,” I bowed my head. 

“Do you not have faith in your court case? In the evidence you gathered? Do you think you are a better lawyer than I am?” He stood as well. “That I cannot acquit Mr. Malfoy the same as you?” 

“No, I—I misspoke. Again, I apologize.” 

“You’re free to go.” He said, sitting down arrogantly. 

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Anxiety ate me up inside as I waited outside the courtroom. I had to at least warn Draco that I wasn’t going to defend his case. If he was unbalanced it could throw the whole case. 

My leg bounced as I sat on a little bench, dwarfed by the giant marble pillars and walls that were as cold as the world I wanted so desperately to get into. 

“You’re wearing that?” Draco judged my more casual outfit, drawing my attention from my anxieties. 

“What? No—yes.” I fumbled out, standing. “I’m not your defender.” 

Draco paused, the color draining from his face. “What?” He bit out. 

“Dresden is going to defend your case.” I glanced to the court room doors. “I—I have a witness statement in it. I—I can’t. Besides the evidence is there… it… it’s gonna be fine.” 

“Over my dead body,” Draco seethed, storming toward the doors. 

“No, Draco wait!” I grabbed his hand. “There’s a solid case. And… Dresden’s a better lawyer than me. I… just let him do it.” My gaze dropped to our hands intertwined. It felt nice. 

“No.” Draco said firmly, squeezing my hand. “Y/n, I don’t want to be free if you’re not arguing my case.” 

“Draco—“ tears welled in my eyes. “Please… you need to be free and I need to pass… I—I… please just keep the peace,” 

“You were the only one who ever believed that I was innocent. I want you there to defend me.” His grey eyes tore apart my soul. “You’re defending my court case.”

“Draco… look this is noble but—I can’t make an enemy of Dresden.” 

“And he shouldn’t make an enemy of a Malfoy,” Draco said cooly. His gaze softened as he met mine. “I’ll work it out.” 

“How?” I asked weakly, but his hand was gone from mine as I entered the courtroom like a man on a mission. 

Dread threatened to swallow me whole. I aperated from the courtroom and to an open field needing space for the despair that swirled around me.  

What had I just done? 

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The Innocent

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[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me part xi — copia x reader

warnings: MDNI 18+, copia heavy chapter, dom!copia, sub!reader, make up sex, rough sex, blowjob (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, p in v

word count: 5.3k

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The newest members of the Ministry passed by Copia in the hall on his way to another tedious meeting. He smiled warmly at them, with only one returning his smile. You weren’t sure why, but instantly you sensed his candor. Being the newest of the Siblings of Sin, you hadn’t heard whispers about the Cardinal passing you by as much as the other girls who began to speak in hushed tones with covered mouths amongst themselves after he went on his way. Being on the outskirts of the group and spurred by curiosity, you couldn’t help but turn back to get one more look at him over your shoulder. A bashful smile and accompanying blush crept over your cheeks as you noticed he did the same, giving you a nod when your eyes briefly met. 

He knew he shouldn’t hope for such things; you were new, you were quite a bit younger (at least that’s what he assumed), but he mentally said a prayer to Satan that the two of you would cross paths again. Even if it was just so he could learn the name of this girl that instantly pulled him in like a moth to a flame.

Days had passed since he had last seen you, but somehow his mind seemed to inevitably wander back to you. It was as if an invisible string had been tied to him, connecting him to you. The feeling was so foreign to him. 

One of his duties as Cardinal was to welcome in new members. With the newest group being so small, he would only be assigned one. Luck was something that was rarely on his side, so when he heard a soft knock on his door and looked up to see you shyly standing there, his jaw almost dropped to the ground like a cartoon character’s. 

Quickly, he cleared his throat to disguise his delighted surprise as he stood up to welcome you into his office. “Ah! You must be my shadow! Benvenuta (welcome)! Come in, come in,” he greeted as he waved you inside. 

That was the moment you made your first real friend at the Ministry. 

After your shadow period ended and you had been assigned a job in the Department of Archives doing translation work, you often found yourself back in Copia’s office asking his opinion on your assigned texts and discussing with him possible meanings, translations, and the like. His wealth of knowledge proved how he earned his position as the most senior Cardinal. 

Even if you didn’t necessarily need his help, eventually you’d find yourself popping in for a visit whenever you had the chance. You couldn’t quite understand why everyone shied away from the quirky, awkward Cardinal. Despite having made other close friends, you’d never deny he held the title of being your best friend. There was a part of you that seemed to want more than that, but because of his trepidation, you had a difficult time sensing if he felt the same. 

Which, of course, he did, but the last thing he wanted to do was ruin what he had with you by appearing too forward, or Satan forbid, out of fear you’d think him a perv or something of the sort. He had bided his time, just enjoying your friendship and nurturing the bond you had forged. 

Somewhere along the road, though, he noticed you stopping by a little less. Your mind seemed to be occupied with thoughts of something else. He wouldn’t dare ask in case the answer was actually thoughts of someone else. He regretted not asking you. He regretted not telling you his feelings sooner. He put his heart in your hands without you even knowing it, so he only had himself to blame for it shattering the day you excitedly came to tell your best friend your good news. The news that you had started seeing someone.

It would have hurt less if it had been just another Sibling, but it wasn’t. He hid his heartbreak from you as your eyes sparkled when you told him things were getting serious while also expressing your concerns given this person’s reputation. Like the good friend that he was, he assured you, given everything you had told him, this was the real deal and you needn’t be worried about your new love interest moving on in the blink of an eye. You had roped him in and he knew you well enough to not even be surprised in the slightest. He even appreciated how you made sure he was okay with the person you had chosen, fearing a strain on your friendship that happened anyway as your relationship progressed. 

It would have hurt less if it was anyone else, anyone at all in the entire Ministry. But of course, his luck had to run out eventually. That’s how it always worked with Copia. He only had himself to blame. It was his own fault; he hesitated and never spoke up. He knew as soon as you told him that his brother Terzo, the current Papa, had taken an interest in you that he had lost you. 

But he also knew his brother in a way you couldn’t. Much like how Copia could never take a risk out of fear of rejection, his brother somehow always found a way to sabotage anything that gave him genuine happiness. That was when Copia vowed to wait for you, to wait for his brother to completely fuck up beyond the point of no return. And when he had you, he was never going to let you go.

That, however, was a couple years ago. Now? As the sound of the slamming door echoed in his ears? Just when he finally thought he had you, once and for all, he feared you, yet again, were slipping from his grasp. He leaned his head back against his bedroom door before sliding down to sit, pulling his knees against his chest.  

You weren’t sure what pulled you from your peaceful slumber, but you found your eyes opening, taking in the once familiar surroundings. Unable to help it, you turned to see Terzo sleeping soundly, taking in his relaxed expression. It almost made you forget everything that led up to this moment. But like a wave crashing on the shore, everything came flooding back. 

Flashes of your earlier conversations with Copia kept drowning your thoughts. Would he take you back if you went back to his quarters? Would he forgive you?

Did you want him to?

Copia was your very first friend when you arrived at the Ministry. Regardless of whatever you managed to get yourself into or went through, the one person who always showed up for you was him, no matter what. In hindsight, you knew when you first got with Terzo, your friendship with him (and anything else that lied under the surface of that) fell to the wayside. Instead of holding it against you, instead of harboring ill will because of his own feelings, he did nothing but support you. When you needed someone the most, he bent over backwards to show up for you.

The first time you had caught Terzo and your heart shattered into a million pieces, the only thing you could do was run. You just had to get away as tears coated your cheeks and blurred your vision so much so you almost didn’t even register that you had collided with a person as you rounded the corner. It wasn’t until you felt a firm grip of leather gloves on your arms and a shake to get you to focus, did you look to see who was in front of you. The instant you recognized him, you all but collapsed into his arms. He didn’t hesitate, not for a single second, before picking you up and carrying you back to his office.

He sat back onto the small loveseat in the corner and you curled into him, gripping his cassock like a lifeline. All you could do was sob as he held you. You didn’t say anything and he didn’t ask, not until you were able to catch your breath. 

The moment you told him, his eyes darkened like a deadly storm. You braced yourself for him to throw you aside and go take care of Terzo himself, but his restraint was as strong as iron. Instead, he cradled your face to his chest and whispered “He doesn’t deserve you; he never did.”

“Then what did I do to deserve this…?” you mumbled.

Automatically, Copia grabbed your shoulders, pushing you forward to look in his eyes. “Eh, scusi?” he asked incredulously. “I can’t name a single reason why you ‘deserve’ this because you do not. That testa di cazzo (dickhead) doesn’t determine your worth. Do you understand me? Being the person that lights up any room they walk into, that has the kindest heart, that is always so selfless…” He shook his head. His tone softened again, after getting more and more angry on your behalf. “No, dolcezza, someone like that, like you, never deserves to have their heart ripped out like this.”

That was the moment you realized any suspicion you had about Copia’s feelings towards you were correct. He cared about you more than you ever realized. It made your heart skip a beat and your body freeze in a panic. You couldn’t process this now. Staring at him with shock, you rapidly blinked as you tried to think of a response. “Copia, I… I–” You shook your head. “I have to go before he gets back,” you said as you moved to get up. 

He stood up with you and grabbed your hand so gently. “At least let me walk you back,” he requested. He eyes a mix of desperation and devotion. “Please,” he whispered. Tightening your grip around his hand, you nodded.

The next time it happened, you ended up drinking a whole bottle of wine in his quarters. Of course you started out crying, but after sharing a joint, you found the whole situation amusing as you both sat on his couch. Bursting out into an unprompted fit of giggles, Copia asked you what was so funny. “My stupid ass is gonna go back to him tomorrow. I know I am.”

“You’re not stupid,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Yes I am! I should dump his ass, but… I can’t.” Your voice grew distant as you started to stare off into space. 

“Hey,” he drawled, nudging you. “It’s because you didn’t listen to me.”

“Huh?”

“You…” he shifted and leaned into you, “are letting him determine your worth.”

“Am not,” you pouted. 

He laughed, nodding his head. “Sì, meriti qualcuno che ti faccia sentire come una regina.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, dragging your hands over your face. “Why’d you have to go full Italian on me now? Hold on. Regina… queen. Sentire.. To feel. Uh, ‘sentire come una regina,’” you mumbled to yourself while Copia giggled watching you struggle to translate his mother tongue. “Oh, feel like a queen! Meriti… meritare… merit… deserve! I deserve someone who treats me like a queen!”

“Makes you feel like, but sì.” His laughter died as he stared at you. “I mean it though. That’s the least you deserve.” His voice dropped to a lustful whisper. Like magnets, you both gravitated towards each other. You leaned back, he leaned forward until he was propping himself up with one hand while the other caressed your cheek. “You have no idea how much I regret not telling you how I felt before he stole you from me… I think you’ve had my heart since the moment I first saw you.” 

“Copia… I– we ca–” you started to say breathlessly before he cut you off.

“He doesn’t deny his pleasure. Why should you deny yours, regina mia?” 

That was all it took for your hand to find its way to the nape of his neck, gripping the hair and pulling him towards you.

You sighed at the memories. There was a part of you that would never stop loving Terzo. Maybe that love would shift forms, but it would be omnipresent inside you. Yet now you were faced with a decision about your future that wasn’t solely about you; it would affect every member of this Ministry. Could Terzo rise up to the challenge? Perhaps. Was that a bet you were willing to gamble though when you knew Copia could easily step into the role tomorrow if need be?

There was a gnawing feeling in your heart that had crawled up from your gut. It was time to go. Whatever you had with Terzo, it was over. At least this time, the ending was amicable. Both of you had accepted the course your relationship had run. He understood what was at stake. Just because he was a lascivious goofball most of the time didn’t mean he never understood what it meant to be Papa, what it meant to lead and care for the flock. You knew this. He knew this.

Slowly, you slipped out of his arms. He stirred slightly, but only to tuck his arm under his pillow as he got comfortable again letting out a pleasant sigh. When the morning sun came, he would be off to Mexico. You pushed out a breath from your chest that felt dragged down by the weight of cement blocks. This was the last time you would see him like this, that you two would have a night like this. You leaned over to gently kiss his forehead. The smallest smile curled his lips upwards, but he never woke up. “Ti amerò per sempre, amato mio (I will forever love you, my beloved),” you whispered longingly. 

You left a piece of yourself in that room that night.

There wasn’t a backup plan if Copia’s door was locked. If it was, you’d end up back where you were, but if that happened, it would change everything. Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly reached for the door knob. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as it slowly turned, allowing you to let yourself in.

The door quietly clicked shut behind you. You treaded silently to his room, doing the best you could to make as little noise as possible. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, you went into the bathroom to change and brush your teeth. 

A reflection of you was staring back at you, but you were unsure if you even knew who that girl was. You could barely count the ways your life had changed since you set foot in this unholy place. Even if you didn’t fully recognize who was staring back at you, there was a strong, unmistakable feeling that no matter what choices you made in your life, you always would have ended up here. 

Droplets of icy cold water dripped down your face. Your eyes closed and you called forth the devil you know, the devil inside you. When you opened them, for the first time, you saw yourself with eyes darker than midnight. This was your true self or at least, it was supposed to be. Simultaneously it felt both right and foreign. You reigned her in, pulling back the black flames until they receded inward. You watched as your eyes returned to normal. That was what everyone saw. Were you a monster? Were you really blessed? Currently, you felt more like the former. 

After splashing more water on your face to pull you out of these thoughts, you wiped it off, and finally went back to the bedroom. Too lost in your musings, you didn’t notice a light had been turned on. You saw Copia sitting up, running a hand through his hair.

“I– I’m sorry. I tried to be quiet. I didn’t want to wake you up. Actually, I wasn’t sure if I should, but here you are, awake now. Um, I can, uh, go sleep on the couch, because–”

“We should talk,” he said softly, but loud enough for you to stop your nervous rambling.

“I’m sorry. That– that– I know that doesn’t begin to cover it or– or make anything better. But I am.” Copia opened his mouth, starting to say something, but you stopped him. “Please, I need to say this. I was wrong. I trust you with my life, Copia. I should have told you the night it happened. Hiding it was the worst thing I could have done even if I was thinking it was protecting you. I know the only outcome of that was hurting you and I’m so sorry.” You hurried over to his side of the bed, standing in front of him. “I promise you, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I tried to do the opposite and clearly failed fucking miserably. You’ve been there with me, by my side, through everything since I came here. Even when I didn’t deserve it. And don’t even say I still did, because I didn’t. I pushed you and everyone else away and focused everything I had on him. There wasn’t any balance. I was a really shitty friend to you and you still were there for me when I needed you.”

You kept going, missing Copia trying to get your attention by murmuring “amore” twice. It wasn’t until he stood up, halting you from wearing a path on the floor by placing his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, amore, breathe, alright?”

“But–” you started, but was silenced by the way he pressed his finger to your lips.

“I was— I am upset. You were finally mine and it felt like you were slipping from my grasp again…” he murmured, moving his hand up to caress your cheek. 

You shook your head. “No, it’s… him and I… it’s over. I… I did go and, um, see him when I left here. I didn’t… know where else to go.” You noted how his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed. “Nothing happened. We just talked about, ya know, how I almost killed him,” you let out a humorless laugh.

There was a subtle squint of his eyes. You were unable to place why exactly he was feeling as his eyes searched for something in yours. “But you came back here,” he stated. 

You nodded. “Copia, through everything… Hell, ever since my first day here, you’ve… you’re the one who’s always been there for me. No matter what. Even when I was a shitty friend and didn’t deserve it, you were there. I sound like a broken record, but I see that now. I do. And I am so fucking sorry I didn’t fully realize it before.” Casted down in shame, your gaze fell to the floor and you took a step back. “I’m not expecting you to be here now; it’s the last thing I deserve. I just–”

“Did you feel it that first time we saw each other in the hall?” he interrupted. He was acutely aware of the tingling sensation in his white eye as he looked over you.

A small wistful half smile curled at your lips as you nodded. “You know… it wasn’t fate that I was assigned to you when I was welcomed in.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“I might have requested you,” you shrugged as you confessed. When your eyes finally met his, you could feel the darkness start to bubble behind your eyes wanting to break through. This wasn’t something you ever experienced before. It wasn’t threatening, it wasn’t out of anger. Perhaps it was because of the lingering desire you felt for him. Or it simply was an intuitive confirmation of the choice you were making. You slightly shook your head to keep these feelings at bay before you cleared your throat. “I’ll, uh… I guess I’ll go take the couch tonight. Give you your space. I just needed you to know that I’m sorry and–” 

He reached for your hand as he stepped forward closing the small distance between you. His grasp was firm, stilling your movements. “No. I don’t want space. It’s actually the exact opposite of what I want right now…”  

“But aren’t you–”

“Oh, dolcezza, I’m still furious,” he whispered sweetly, which somehow added a subtle ferocity to his tone. His hand that held yours placed it on his waist to free him so he could grip yours tightly. The other hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he pulled you close to him. “And if you’ll allow me, I have a rather… pragmatic way for us to work through this. And all I ask is that you give me complete… and total control…” he requested as his hand tightly tangled itself in your hair. He pulled down so you looked up at him, your eyes wide in shock at his sudden dominance. “Can you do that? Do you trust me?” he asked, leaning down murmuring into your ear. The sensation of his mouth moving against your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel him smirk at that. 

You started to nod and his grip tightened even more. “Yes,” you breathed heavily through your nose. “I trust you. Do what you want with me.”

He removed his vice grip on your hip and placed his fingers on your cheek, his thumb pressed on the other side of your chin. Darkening in a way you had never seen from him before, his gaze held something primal, almost animalistic in it. He never showed this side of him before, always trying to hide it. But he knew, you of all people, would accept this part of him that he kept locked away. “Va bene (okay),” he said simply before he took his hand away from your face only to bring it back with a hard slap. You felt the sting before you fully processed what happened. 

You held his carnal gaze with one of your own as the heat pooled in your core. His lips crashed onto yours. His hand left your hair to grab the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head, before he dropped his mouth back down to your neck to leave a trail of kisses down it, nipping at the tender flesh as he went.

Your hands scrambled to the hem of his own shirt to lift it over his head. He allowed this, but he roughly held your hips, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you once more. These kisses were devoid of much passion. You could feel his hurt and his anger behind them and it only made you more susceptible to letting him do whatever the hell he wanted with you. As he moved to bite down on your collar bone, he shoved your pants off you as much as he could still attached to you. You yelped as your nails dug into his neck and kicked off your sweats.

With a growl rumbling from his chest, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed. “On all fours. Face me. Now,” he commanded. You did as directed and crawled to the edge of the bed to where he was standing. The way you were looking up at him… Something inside him snapped. He practically ripped his pants off his body, freeing his already painfully hard cock inches away from your face. The second he pulled your hair into a ponytail, your mouth opened and he shoved himself inside, immediately going at a relentless pace. 

When he pulled you off of him, he yanked down on your hair, guiding your eyes upwards as he leaned down to get as close to your gasping face as he could. “You are mine. Do you understand me? Mine.” Lowering your head, when his length got close to your mouth, you opened it wide again and moved so you could close it around him. And again, he started thrusting violently into you. With a groan he let go of your hair and bent over you, pressing his hands down on the small of your back. Your hands slid down onto the floor to hold yourself up as best you could. His pace never faltered. 

Eventually he let up long enough for you to spit all over his cock before his ministrations began again. He slid his hands up your back, again grabbing your hair in one and steadying you by placing the other around your neck. “Ugh, fuck,” he moaned as he pounded his dick down your throat. He almost lost himself for a moment, but he pulled away from you. He grabbed your chin hard, forcing you to hold his gaze before he pulled you up so that you were kneeling in front of him.

Using the heel of his opposite hand, he shoved you onto your back, throwing your balance off. He then pulled you forward by your legs, so your core was at the edge of the bed. He shoved his middle and ring fingers in your mouth and down your throat, making you choke on them as he moved them around to coat them with your spit. When he removed them, he wasted no time before plunged them into you.

You gasped at the feeling of his fingers suddenly curling up to unforgivingly hit your g-spot over and over again. Placing one knee up on the bed, he leaned over you and wrapped his over hand around your throat, never letting up his attack on your core. Moans and whimpers flew out of your mouth as your hand encircled his forearm. Heels digging into the floor, your whole lower half shook from his fingers practically pulling you off the bed. The wet sounds drove you closer and closer to the edge as you pushed your head back into the mattress, arching your back. When he suddenly increased his pace yet again, you were screaming as your release exploded all over his hand and onto the floor. 

He watched your body shaking as he stroked himself with the hand covered in your juices. Too lost in your own ecstasy, you missed how he bit his lip and sucked in a ragged breath before he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled you so you were on the corner of the bed. Angling your hips up, he gave himself more access to easily slide inside of you. Again he pressed down on your lower back to support himself as he pistoned his hips to roughly thrust into you. You cried out as your knuckles turned white from how you gripped the sheets.

He slid his left hand up your back until his fingers curled under your collar bone. Suddenly he pulled you up. You held yourself up on your elbows, moaning as he hit your sweet spot with every thrust. He let his body fall forward as he braced himself on one hand, while he released the other that had a death grip on your shoulder. He lowered himself forward even more so he could wrap that arm around your throat to hold your opposite shoulder. 

“Who do you belong to?” he growled in your ear as he kept up his pace.

“Y-you!” you mewled. 

“What– are– you?” he grunted through his teeth, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

“I’m yours. Fuck! C-copia. I’m yours!” you screamed. 

With that, he stopped for a moment to pull you up so your back was flush against his chest. One hand wrapped around the back of your neck again to hold you steady while the other one tightly gripped your chin. “Good girl,” he praised, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers found their way into your mouth again as he resumed his thrusts, somehow even harder and faster than before. It didn’t take long before the coil snapped and you found yourself cumming on his cock. The way you clenched around him had Copia barreling towards his release. With a wanton cry of his own, he let go and pulled out of you as you fell forward, your hands catching your fall as he painted his spend all over your back. 

Collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily, you felt Copia leave, but were too cock-drunk to fully care. It wasn’t until you felt a cool cloth on your back did you realize he went to get something to clean you up. 

“I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he asked with a mix of concern and playfulness in his voice. 

You shook your head. “Fuck, no. That was…” you laughed. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“There are still some things you don’t know about me, amore.” Once he finished, he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “You can have it all with me, you know,” he murmured. You turned to face him, but he got up to discard the washcloth in the hamper. 

Taking advantage of this pause, you crawled up to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Copia turned off the light and followed suit, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest. “Do you… feel better now?” you asked, mindlessly tracing his tattoo.

“Do you?”

“It’s not about me. I care about what you’re feeling,” you sighed, a hint of frustration leaving your body along with the exhale.

“It is about you, though,” he said softly, taking your hand in his.

Hesitantly, you nodded. “I feel… closer to you… so, yeah. I think I do feel better in that way.”

“Bene. I think we needed that,” he hummed.

A brief silence fell over the both of you. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t the most comfortable. You could still sense the elephant in the room, even if it was taking its leave. Exhaustion was starting to take over and you wondered how much sleep you would be able to get before the events of tomorrow.

“Copia?” 

“Hmm?”

“Should I be… Do you think tomorrow, the first ritual, will go okay?” There was a shyness in your voice, you sounded so small.

“Of course,” he chuckled. “Summoning a ghoul will be a walk in the park for you, especially already being so connected to them. You, cara mia, have nothing to worry about. I, for one, am not worried at all. Well, at least not about that.”

“What do you mean…?” you questioned, fearing what there was he of all people would be worried about regarding this.

“I’ll soon be taking over, filling in as Papa until they deem me worthy of the official title.” 

“Wait, what?” you asked, shocked, as you moved, propping yourself on one arm to look down at him.

“You deserve to know what’s about to happen… During his last performance… they’re officially revoking Terzo as Papa. His time is over. Between his–”

“You don’t need to explain why, I know…” you interrupted as you laid your head back down on his chest. “I’m still worried about the ritual tomorrow. What if I–” you started, trying to change the subject.

“Just rest now, get some sleep. I have the utmost faith in you,” he encouraged, punctuating his sentiments with a kiss on your forehead. 

Giving him a gentle squeeze, you nodded, using this as an opportunity to turn onto your side to face away from him. This was going to destroy Terzo. To strip him of his title, publically, doing the one thing that gave him a purpose… You couldn’t let Copia see how your brow furrowed with worry. 

All along, you knew how this would play out. You knew that while you had a choice, there was really only one option.

Yes, you were Copia’s now, but deep down you knew, he would never truly be yours.

part x | part xii

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As the newly appointed Cardinal Copia struggles with the weight of a looming prophecy, a resilient scholar challenges the narrative, uncovering a conspiracy that reaches beyond the walls of the Ministry. The emergence of a forbidden love ignites a rebellion against a power-hungry Sister, whose thirst for control threatens to reshape the very foundations of the Church. Will the revelation of those schemes lead to liberation or plunge the Ministry into chaos?

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baby fever au

One of the kids gets hurt, but they hide it because they want to be strong like their dad Loki

Loki just loves them so much it hurts

Boys Do Cry

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Narfi

Summary: When Loki picks up Narfi from school, he can tell that something is definitely wrong. All he wants to do is comfort his son - but Narfi tries to be a strong boy...

Warnings: angst, Narfi being insecure, fluuuff, Loki being the best dad - as usual, some Y/N & Loki cuteness

Word Count: 3,4k

a/n: I combined your two requests, friend, because it fitted quite perfectly. I hope that's okay! 🤗

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It had been the last weekend of the holidays, before Ella and Narfi had to return to school. Therefore, you and Loki decided to take them somewhere special. And since you believed that you and your husband deserved some relaxation, the decision was made quickly. Two days at a water park/spa hotel. Slides for the kids; spa for you and Loki - and it turned out that this weekend was exactly what the whole family needed. Everybody returned happy, relaxed - and with black painted nails.

Long story short, you went to get your nails painted. Ella joined you. Narfi heard it and wanted it, too. So you took the six-year-old with you as well, because why not? And in the end, Loki joined in, too and everybody left with beautifully black painted nails. And you had to admit... Your men could absolutely wear it.

Narfi loved his painted nails. You could tell - and so could Loki. It filled the god's heart with pride that the young boy was so confident in what he wants and does. He didn't want Narfi to think that painting nails was only for girls, because it wasn't. After all, Loki had them painted too - and even his uncle Thor sometimes (due to Eisa, but nevertheless).

The little prince ran around the whole compound that Sunday morning when the family returned, showing everybody proudly his new 'look'. Everywhere he went, Narfi received nothing but love and support. It made Loki smile.

But then Narfi had to go back to school - and from one day to the next everything suddenly changed...

"Hi, Mr. L!" Lindsay Peters - one of Narfi's classmate's parent, single mom, quite annoying - and having a huge crush on Loki. Whenever the occasion occurred, she'd flirt with him; trying to get closer - since months. She didn't care at all about the fact that he was very happily married. When Loki told you about the... issue, you only giggled; knowing very well that Lindsay wouldn't even have the ghost of a chance.

Loki stood in front of the school, waiting for his son; hands stuffed deeply into the pockets of his coat. It was getting colder. Winter was definitely around the corner. Of course it didn't affect the god as much as it affected you, for example. The Frost Giant in him cushioned this a bit, but he'd lie, if he said that it wasn't cold.

A rather harsh breeze brushed his face and rustled through his long, free raven curls, as he suddenly heard somebody approaching. Nothing unusual, given the fact that Narfi wasn't the only child who was done with school at that time of the day; but the squeaky voice of somebody he (unfortunately) only knew too well caused him to subtly roll his eyes.

Gritting his teeth, Loki turned to face her; forcing a smile on his lips. "Hello, Ms. Peters." "Doing the school run today?" She asked the god; winking and gave him a not quite subtle once over. "Yes. Indeed. Unless I wouldn't be here, right?" Lindsay laughed out loud at this. But as fast as the laugh left her lips, as fast died it down again, and she fluttered her eyelashes. "Well... You are mostly here when I am here too..." She bit her lip and gave the god another wink.

He wanted to throw up.

"Hey, little prince." "Hello."

"Some could probably think we have an affair." Loki almost choked on his own spit at her words. He blinked rapidly; frown forming on his forehead. "No, Ms. Peters. Nobody thinks that." The woman standing beside him wanted to answer something, but got interrupted by the rather loud ring of the school bell; telling Loki that Narfi would appear in the next few moments. Thank the Norns, he thought and made his way further into the school yard; eyes searching for his son in the huge crowds of kids, which started to flood through the doors.

Luckily, he found him soon. All he had to do, was to look out for a head full of short, thick and mostly bouncing raven curls - and the bright green puffer jacket his uncle Thor gifted him.

Once Loki's eyes found his son's he gave him a bright smile and already squatted down to welcome the little boy with a hug. Loki immediately noticed that Narfi's smile wasn't remotely as bright as usual; and when the hug Narfi gave his father was shorter than normally as well, Loki grew suspicious.

Yes, something was definitely wrong.

The god's eyes roamed the little boy's face; trying to find the solution in his matching blue eyes. Narfi had learned to shape-shift at the age of four. It was a rocky start, but in the end, he mastered it. Not always, but mostly.

"Bye, Mr. L! See you hopefully tomorrow!" Again, the shrill voice urged to his ears, causing him to roll his eyes once more. "Goodbye, Ms. Peters.

"Is everything alright, little man?" Narfi nodded. "Sure, daddy. School was great." Loki noticed, of course, that his son clearly wasn't telling the truth, but he also noticed, that he seemed uncomfortable in talking about this here and now, so Loki decided to leave it be... For now.

"Okay. Let's go home, huh?" Another nod from Narfi. Loki gently ruffled the boy's hair, straightened up again and took Narfi's small hand in his.

But then he started to shake his head. "N-No. Can I go to my room and play?" Loki sighed, but accepted - once again his son's decision. "Sure, little prince. I'll call you later for dinner, okay?" Narfi nodded, and Loki smiled; trying to lift the mood. "It's just me and you today, buddy, remember? So perhaps we can watch a movie later? Or play something together, if you like?" "Mhm." The boy gave Loki a fake smile, while he took off his puffer jacket, handed it to Loki and then turned around and left; vanishing around the corner.

Loki and Narfi crossed the street then; walking home together.

On their way, Loki tried a few times to start a conversation with the six-year-old; asking him how school today was, what he played with his friends during breaks and which new things he learned - but again was the boy not very talkative. Another reason for the god to assume that something was bothering his son.

After the main door of the apartment shut close behind the father-son pair; Loki helped Narfi a bit to get out of his shoes and puffer jacket.

"Narfi..." Loki started; untying one shoe lace. "You've been very quiet on our way home... Something is wrong, I can tell." He looked up; giving his son a compassionate look. "Would you like to talk about it?" The little boy stayed silent for a moment; seemingly weighing his options. His eyes looked everywhere but into his father's; hands fumbling with the zipper of he puffer jacket nervously.

The god sighed and stood up from his squatting position. His gaze lingered on the bright green piece of clothing in his hands. He really hoped that Narfi would open up to him - or to anyone. Perhaps it was a mama thing, but the problem was that you weren’t here. You were currently in Vancouver, together with Natasha and Clint on a spy mission; and Ella had afternoon classes and stayed over at her best friend's after, since it was her birthday and they made a small sleepover party together.

With one hand running through his raven locks, Loki hung up Narfi's jacket and then went to do a bit of laundry. Loki had learned to do this years ago. He had to, since you were both Avengers and therefore was the other not always around. And right now, you were at least away for the rest of the week... And it was Monday...

Later that day, he went to cook Ratatouille - one of Narfi's favourite dishes, hoping that this would put an honest smile on his face. Before he started with dinner, he texted Ella; making sure that his princess was at least alright. She was; he could tell from her texts. He even received a voice message. It made him smile.

Just as Loki cut the aubergines into thin slices, he felt the vibration of his mobile in the pocket of his sweatpants. Quickly wiping his hands, he fished for his phone and checked the caller ID. A smile lit up his whole face when he saw your name on the display. Of course the god immediately answered the call, "Hello, my love." and clipped the small device between his ear and shoulder, so that he could keep on slicing the vegetables.

"Hi, babe!" Your happy voices urged to his ear from the other end of the line. He hummed. "What a delight to hear my beautiful wife's voice. It's Monday evening, you left yesterday after dinner and I already miss you so much."

You giggled, but Loki was almost 100 per cent certain, that you were blushing, too. Still. After all those years. He smiled.

"Aww, baby... I miss you too - and the kiddos, of course." You paused for moment to yawn. Loki chuckled. "Tiring day, love?" "Mhhh... Being on a spy mission with the two best spies this world has probably ever seen is really difficult for a plain vanilla Avenger. Especially to keep up." You laughed - music to Loki's ears.

Loki showed you the ingredients and the cut pepper on his cutting board. "So, what do you think? What's it going to be?" "Hmm..." You started to smile once more. "Are you cooking Ratatouille?" "That is absolutely correct." "Yesss!" The god chuckled at your small, cute victory dance.

After telling him what happened on the actual mission today and that you were back in the hotel now, you switched the topic. "What about you, babe? How was your day?" Loki smiled at your words; cutting a pepper. "As good as it can be without you, darling. Woke up the kids this morning, brought them to school, helped my oaf of a brother, did some chores and now I'm cooking." "Ooo, what are you cooking?" Your voice was full of honest excitement, which made the god smile even brighter.

"Let's switch to video call and I'll show you." He suggested; finger already hovering above the small button. "Oh yes, please. I love it when you cook." You giggled; switching to video call. "Well, you taught me well, love." Loki switched, too and was now able to see your beautiful self. His heart skipped a beat at the smile on your face. It always did. You were clearly sitting on the bed in your hotel room; still dressed in your mission gear.

"Ella is at Tara's?" He nodded; cutting the onion next. "Yes. They are having fun. She already sent me a voice message." "That's good. I have to text her later as well..."

"Yes," he said; adjusting his man bun. "You are most likely right." You smiled gently. "Give him a bit more time. He'll come to you. You know our little prince." Loki nodded, "I know, love, I know... It's just..." and sighed. "He's my baby and I-I'm worried." "I know you are, babe - which makes you the best daddy in all the nine realms."

A few moments of silence passed, before Loki took a deep breath and decided to tell you about Narfi.

"I asked the little prince if we should watch a movie later together... Just us men, you know." You ran a hand through your hair; smiling. "That sounds great, babe." "But I don't know if Narfi wants to... Since I picked him up from school he is... quiet and glum. Something is bothering him, I can tell, but he doesn't want to talk to me." The god sighed.

Your expression changed into slight worry; a frown forming on your forehead. "Sounds like something happened in school..." Loki nodded. "Apparently, yes. He shut himself off. Already spent the whole afternoon in his room..." You nodded. "Something is off, yeah... But he sometimes does that when anything happens that affects him. You know that our little boy always needs a bit more time to open up - just like somebody else I know." You gazed directly into your husband's eyes; a little smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

Loki blushed; rubbing his hand down his muscular chest. A small nervous habit.

Another moment of silence passed.

He smirked.

"What are you up to on this fine evening, darling?" The god changed the topic; trying to distract his slightly troubled mind.

You smiled - and as if by command, yawned. "Not very much. I am super tired. Clint and Nat literally wore me out." You chuckled. "So, I'm gonna go to bed soon. But first, I'm taking a shower. Just have to wait until Nat is finished."

These words caused a small shiver to run down Loki's spine; and he felt a little twitch in lower regions of his body.

"It's been way too long, babe. We should really catch up on this when-" You interrupted your own sentence and looked past your mobile, before you snorted out a laugh. "Oh shut up, Nat!" Loki raised an eyebrow; smiling. Seems like the Widow was finished with her shower.

"Mhh... I'd die to join you in that shower now." The god winked; giving you a smouldering look. You almost melted on the spot. After all those years, he never failed to affect you. Emotionally and sexually.

You bit your lip; couldn't help yourself but to play along. "I can absolutely imagine that you'd love to join me, babe. Especially with the kids not being around... And I have to admit, it sounds very tempting." "Indeed..." Loki hummed; voice low and husky. "I didn't have you in the shower since an awful long time..." You shifted on the bed; feeling your husband pressing the right buttons perfectly.

"What did she say?" You looked back at your husband; still giggling. "She said no phone sex when she's around." Loki laughed; shaking his head. "If our dear Ms. Romanoff would know how often we fooled around on missions with her sleeping right next door to us." He said amused; trying to focus on the Ratatouille again. And you knew of course exactly what he meant.

You sighed. "Okay, babe... I think I should go now; take a shower and sleep." Loki nodded. "You do just that, my love. Sleep well. Please take care tomorrow and text me once in a while. I love you." You gave him a smile. "Will do, I promise. I love you even more. Good night and cuddle and kiss the kids from me, yes?" Your husband smiled as well. "Absolutely. Good night."

"He's right, Nat," you called out to your best friend. "Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I know," Natasha threw back. "You weren't as quiet as you thought you were."

You exchanged a look with Loki. "Whoops... Sorry, babes." You giggled along with your husband. Natasha just made a gesture of refusal. "Don't worry. I got used to you two, fucking each other's brains out everywhere you can, so..." She shrugged her shoulders; smiling. "But I still don't want to witness phone sex between you two, so please keep it in your pants." "Yes, ma'am." You saluted and watched your best friend walk off to get dressed in her pyjama.

Once Loki ended the phone call with you and finished preparing the Ratatouille, he did a few more chores. After that, he set the table and went to get Narfi for dinner.

"Narfi?" He gently pushed down the handle of the door. "Dinner is ready." Loki received no answer, so he entered the room - and felt like he had fallen into the refrigerator. It was cold in his room. Narfi was nowhere to be seen; probably hiding inside the cave he had built out of blankets and pillows. Delicate snowflake were fluttering on the cave from an invisible cloud above.

It couldn't get more obvious for Loki... Something was wrong.

Narfi's emotions had a huge impact on his Frost Giant self. Strong emotions - like anger, sadness, grief and happiness could cause icy things to happen... Like the snow cloud.

"Narfi?" Loki called out gently; similar ruby eyes snapping open to look at him. "D-Daddy? W-What are you doing in here?" The god sighed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to tell you that dinner is ready..." He hesitated for a moment, "Then I saw the snow cloud above the cave and..." but approached the boy further, until he was seated right beside him. Loki wrapped his arm around Narfi - nothing more. It was a simple gesture. A simple gesture of fatherly comfort.

Loki felt his inner Jotun as well; his skin turning into a soft blue - but it wasn't enough to tickle the Frost Giant entirely awake. The god sighed and cautiously stepped closer to the 'cave'.

"Little prince?" Again, there was no answer. The god squatted down; searching for the 'entrance' of the cave. He found it rather quickly and gently pushed the blanket aside. "I'm coming in, okay?" The opening wasn't exactly built for a 6'2" tall man, but in the end, he made it. Crawling around the little corner, he shape-shifted into his Jotun form and finally spotted his son. He sat in the middle; completely in the dark. His knees pulled up to his chest; eyes closed.

If Narfi didn't wish to talk, Loki wanted at least to let him know that he was here for him. He always would be.

But it was enough to break down the small Frost Giant's walls.

The god frowned. A snap of his fingers dipped the insides of the cave in a warm, dimmed light. "Why, buddy? I thought you liked it?" Narfi swallowed visibly; "I-I do, but..." trying to hold back the tears.

With tears in his eyes he looked up at his father. "D-Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"C-Can we... make the paint on my nails go away?"

In vain.

"Narfi..." Loki gently said; pulling him closer against him. "That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Nail polish isn't just for girls. It never was." "R-Really?" He nodded; smiling. "Really. All that matters is that you like it. Don't listen to the other boys. Never change yourself because others say so. You..." Loki cupped Narfi's cheek; wiping away the tears. "... are my little prince who wears this black nail polish like a king."

"T-The other boys at school not. T-They said I look like a girl and that painting nails isn't something boys should do."

Loki’s heart dropped; appalled about his classmates words. Children could be cruel. He knew that as well.

The young boy smiled softly through his tears; climbing into Loki's arms. He said nothing, just cuddled close. And Loki just held his son.

Loki’s heart broke for his son. Seemingly had those boys not a single clue how important and good it was to cry. "Narfi..." He started again; stroking over his back in a reassuring manner. "It's more than alright to cry. In fact, it's even very important... I know that they say boys shouldn't cry, but believe me, little prince... Your dad has shed a lot of tears."

"Why didn't you talk to me right away about this, little prince?" It was a question that Loki still troubled. Sure, he'd never push his kids into talking to them, but he learned a long time ago that talking was often the best medicine.

"I... I wanted to... be strong. Like you, daddy. I-I don't want to cry all the time, b-because the boys laughed when I cried," Narfi whispered.

"I love you, too." He pressed a kiss against his son's cheek. "Let's go eat dinner, huh? The Ratatouille is waiting for you."

The boy lifted his head and looked at his father with big eyes. "Really?" Loki nodded. "Oh yes." "A-And when was the last time you cried?" "Hmm..." He hummed; thinking. "A few months ago, right after your mommy and I watched you walk inside Primary School like a big boy." Narfi's eyes widened more - if that was even possible. "B-But why did you cry about that, daddy?" The god smiled gently; eyes filled with love. "Because I watched my little prince grow up."

The young boy returned the smile. "I love you, daddy."

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Bayverse Thoughts (late nite) 18+

Blurple x reader aged up turts, MINORS DNI NSFW

they want you, not each other

Oral, p in v sex, dom vibes

It’s become a need, no longer a want- the way long fingers entwined themselves roughly within your hair; pulling your delicate, beautiful pout deeper, further down his aching length.

You could hear Donnie groan above you, grip tightening on your hair, as you offered a choked moan through the cock stuffed down your throat.

Tears pricked at your eyes as he thrusted a little more into your throat, cursing softly, and you almost whimpered as he pulled his length out from your lips, hazel eyes watching the glisten of spit and slick as it coated your sweet pout.

“Donnie-“

Golden eyes darkened as he watched your lips form his name, his cock twitching just inches from your face as you looked up at him.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

You heard movement behind you, felt the bed shifting as pebbled skin met your bare flesh, lining up between your legs from where you knelt in front of Donnie on all fours.

A thick, slick heat slid over your center as Donnie watched you, waiting for your answer. Your breath hitched as fingers gripped your hips, cock teasing at your entrance as Leo bent over and nipped at your neck.

“Well, are you going to answer him, sweetheart?”

Donnie eyed you with a smirk on his lips as he watched your face contort in Leo’s hands, your eyes rolling back with pleasure as he slid his length over your clit.

“I..I-..fuck-“

Long fingers pulled at your hair again, wringing a soft groan from your throat.

“No, no. You know what I want.”

Leo nipped at your shoulder, groaning against the skin as he thrusted fully inside; the heat sending shockwaves down your spine as he set a ruthless pace. You moaned, eyes closing as his thick length filled you completely, over and over again.

You looked up at Donnie.

“Pl-please..please Don-nie..I need to suck your d-dick, please baby-“

Leo’s pace made it hard to speak, but Donnie seemed satisfied as he nodded and let you take his length into your mouth again, humming as you swirled your tongue over the tip.

You felt the rumble in their chests as Leo reached down between you, finally giving you the release you desperately craved as your orgasm crashed down over you as he swept over your sensitive nub with his fingers. You moaned around Donnie’s length as you came, his fingers gripping your hair as he held you close to his plastron and let his own high shoot down your throat.

He pulled out of your mouth with a pop, and watched you with a smirk as Leo bit down at your neck again, causing you to cry out.

Leo licked at the spot and huffed into your ear as he shifted his hips, thrusting deeper into you as his hands gripped tight enough to leave bruises.

“Oh, we’re far from done, sweetheart. Get comfy.”

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