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[your-highnessmarvel]

Fruit of Passion (Part Two)

elliecapper said:Hey I was wondering if you would do a sequel to fruit of passion where Loki goes to her and sees her and their child with a happy ending ( thanks)💖💖💖

A/N: I ammmm so down for this one! I know I left you all broken hearted after Fruit of Passion, but now here I am, trying to redeem myself lmaoo. I read that Hela was Loki’s daughter in the Marvel comics like waaaat! Also, i had read somewhere that Nari was the name of Loki’s son in Norse mythology, so i named their daughter Nari. Why not.

Warnings:none, just fluff. 

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The dark haired little girl rushed through the wheat, dark green orbs pulled into a playful scorn. Her dress, the color of moonlight, drifted through the wind. Through her fingers, the soft texture of the wheat around her. In her hair, the gentle wind that rocks her to sleep every night. On her tongue, the sweet taste of summer. 

Perched on the top of he valley, her mother, a sorrowful smile on her lips.

You’d left Asgard all those years ago with pain in your chest and new life in the pit of your tummy. You’d never once believed that the child could have been Thor’s. You knew from the instant she started kicking that the child was Loki’s and only Loki’s. There was no hesitation. You needed to bring that child into the world. 

Some nights, your belly swollen with her, you’d wondered if she’d turn out as dark and torn apart as Loki had been. Yet you remembered, it was that same darkness that had loved you unconditionally. 

You stood up to get your daughter’s attention. “Nari!” 

She turned, bracing on you those familiar green eyes. “Come on up for dinner!” you yelled. 

On all her ten years of age, she scrambled back up the valley, hands clawing at the dirt and wheat. When she managed to join you, she was sweating and heaving, her little chin shining with a gleam of sweat. 

She looked so damn much like her father. Those long and sharp features, round eyes, thick eyebrows, and a slim figure. She would grow up to be a wonderful and ravaging young woman. Who knew, maybe she’d be gifted like her father was in sorcery. 

You’d managed to make a life here on Midgard, among the mortals. Nari went to school and had friends, yet she completely ignored her true heritage; that of a Goddess. 

“Where’s my father?” she’d once asked you one night. She had been to school long enough to understand children had a mommy and a daddy, yet she was missing the latter. She was missing a part of herself. 

“He isn’t around, baby,” you’d whispered. Her eyes, those damn eyes, had filled with water. “Oh, Nari, no don’t cry.”

Her little hands had balled into fists against your shirt. “He’s dead?” she asked. 

You were sure of it. If they had found out about you and Loki, Thor would have sentenced him to death under high treason. But you hoped, every night, with every fiber in your body, that the only man you loved had not been killed because of you. 

“No he isn’t,” you’d answered your daughter. “He’s just not here.”

And now, as you watched her eat her dinner, little legs dangling off the edge of the chair, you wished he could see her. You wished he could see the little dimple she had on her left cheek that creased even deeper when she gave a full-teeth smile. You wished he could see how curly and dark her hair was; a perfect mix between you and him. You wished he could see how brilliant and funny his daughter was. 

You put her to bed that night, watching as her lashes cast shadows on her soft cheeks. Outside, the world had turned black, tormented by a storm. Your Goddess senses spiked at the strange nature of the storm outside. In your head, a buzzing that awoke long forgotten memories.

Your heart lurched in your chest, fingers tingling, your tongue dry with anticipation as you got to your feet. The windows of your house were screeching against the wind, the entirety of your home groaning with every gust. 

When you opened the door, you were not surprised to see the storm die out almost instantly. A warm wind caressed your skin, tangling in your hair. 

Among the clouds, a shadow, a silhouette you would recognize anywhere. 

“Y/N.” The sound of your name made shivers slice up your spine. Fresh tears welled in your eyes, your heart swelling. 

“H-how?” the words left your lips in a whisper, your eyes searching the tormented sky frantically. 

He came through the clouds. He looked so much older than what you remember. He had been so young and fleeting and careless when you had been in his arms, so naive and innocent. And now, his hair was longer, curling at the ends. His eyes sagged at the edges, the color darker. His mouth was pulled in a permanent scowl. The was an air to him that made your heart pinch; pain and longing. 

He reached for you, and instinctively you pulled back. He was supposed to be dead. He should have been dead. 

“I came back for you, Y/N,” he whispered. His voice was raw, broken, filled to the brink with agony. “I made it... for you.” His eyes were red, edges rimmed with tears. 

Your own cheeks were wet. “How?” It seemed you could only say one word. 

This time, when his fingers inched for you, you didn’t move. His skin was cold, just like you remembered. The feeling of him sent electricity zapping through your veins. 

“I waited ten years,” he croaked, “to escape. They locked me up for ten years, but I made it out. The only thing that kept me going was you.” 

The thought of him locked up, behind bars, for ten years made the pain in your chest swell. He went through hell all for you. 

Then, rationality came back to you. 

If he had escaped, they were surely looking for him. And he had come here, to find you. Yet he would surely bring a hoard of Asgardian judiciary guards behind him, after him, to capture and probably kill him for treason and escape from royal confines. He would bring all of this here, to you and Nari. He would put you and your daughter under the scope of Odin and Thor.

That couldn’t be. 

“You need to leave,” you said. The look in his eyes tore you apart just like the day you left through the crack in the world Loki had shown you. 

“What?”

“You can’t be here,” you continued. “They will come for you and find me and-”

“But we can leave,” he interrupted harshly, grabbing your shoulders. “Together!” The feel of his hands on you made you sway. Oh, how you’d missed him. The storm behind him started to brew again. He was angry. 

“No,” you said, shaking your head, Nari on your mind. You couldn’t uproot her like that. It would shock her. 

“Yes!” he insisted, stepping closer to you. “You take your things and we leave. We never have to hear about them again.”

His eyes, those green eyes that you stared into every day, were filled with truth and pleading. You saw the longing, the nostalgia behind the green curtain. “I still love you,” he whispered, lower lip trembling. “I never stopped.” 

With a sigh, you nodded. “Before we go, there is something you need to see.”

The house was silent. Over the little girl, a man, with the same long and sharp features, the same green eyes alight with fire, the same dark mane. Behind them, a woman, her heart empty and complete all at once. 

“She’s mine?” he asked, his voice delicate, his eyes adorning a softness you’d never seen in him before, not even when he made love to you. You didn’t even need to answer the question; he saw the striking resemblance. 

“She’s ten years old,” you said, picking up a bag and filling it with your daughter’s clothes. “I named her Nari.” 

You watched as Loki reached a shaking hand to pet his daughter’s hair. A lone tear had streaked the paleness of his cheek. 

“She’s so perfect,” he whispered, crouching down, her little breaths fanning his face. He didn’t know how to act, how to be. This little being, half grown already, was his by a woman he had loved more than the universe itself. 

Suddenly, he got to his feet, facing you with a determination you’d rarely seen. “I will protect you, I promise,” he declared, gesturing to you and your daughter. “We leave, right now, and we never have to hear about Asgard again. We can live peacefully. You can raise her within the culture she was born in. We can go anywhere, anywhere you want. Just promise to stay with me.”

“I do,” you said, laughing, crying, all at once because this was never the life you’d imagined. This was what you’d wanted in the darkness of your soul, the darkest part that told you it was unattainable. 

“Promise never to leave me again,” he whispered. “Promise not to take her away from me.”

“I promise,” you said, promising all at once that Nari would wake up and love him, because her heart was grander than the both of you. Promising all at once that you’d lead an nontraditional life, but a life still. A life together. 

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[a-laufeyson]

A Gut Feeling - Loki x Reader

A Gut Feeling - Loki x Reader Oneshot

summary: You have a bad feeling about the Loki’s next mission, but he is determined to complete it, for you.

words: 750

A/N: My first ever x reader fanfiction and the first I’ve posted on this site! Please let me know what you think since I’m rusty when it comes to writing, and it was surprisingly hard to write x reader! I hope you enjoy.

“Please don’t go!” you begged, eyes tearing up as you tightened your grip on Loki’s hand in a desperate attempt to keep him there, with you. You didn’t know why, but something was telling you not to let Loki go on this mission. That something was going to go horribly wrong.

Maybe you were just nervous about your own mission, but you had been taught to listen to your gut and you were rarely wrong.

The god in question stared down at you, a feeling in his chest he could not label, he knew very well what it took to retrieve the soul stone and he was set it his decision.

At that moment, however, as he stared down at the midgardian girl he had grown to love more he had ever thought himself capable, Loki wanted nothing more than to agree to stay. To run away with you, across the galaxy if that’s what it took… but he had changed. You had changed him.    

 Loki Laufeyson was no longer the selfish man everyone had known him to be.

“I am sorry, my love.” Loki said, his hand coming up to caress the face of the woman who had caused the change. Unable to hold it any longer, you gave a small sob and Loki’s hand shook, his resolve wavering.

“Brother?” Thor called over to him from the entrance to the ship that would take them to Vormir. At the same time, Loki felt arms wrap around his waist, and you buried your head in his chest.

The god savored the feeling and took that moment to revel in your warmth, his own hands moving to pull you even tighter into him. “Everything is going to be alright.” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.

 Loki meant that. You would be safe. That’s all that truly mattered to him.

Reluctantly, Loki pulled himself from the tight embrace, once again bringing his hands up to cup your face “I love you.” He said, his blue eyes mapping your face and taking in every detail he had relished in finding over your time together.

Each crinkle of your eye and scrunch of your nose he had committed to memory.

Smiles that only he had been able to coax out of you, to be seen by his eyes only; signs of your love to him. The things that had made him determined to retrieve the infinity stones and rid the world of Thanos. For you.

He was rewarded with a small, quirk of your lips, all you could muster through your worry in this moment. Loki didn’t care how small the smile was, only that it was aimed at him.

He bent down and your lips met in a gentle, yet passion filled kiss. Loki’s hand moving into your hair so as to prolong the moment for as long as he could. Eventually, Loki pulled away and brought one last lingering hand to your face and wiped away the tears that remained.

“Loki…” you said, breaking off your own sentence before gifting him one last crooked smile “Don’t take too long?” it came off as a question.

“I can hardly bare to be parted from you, darling.” He smiled back, willing it to reach his eyes.

Another impatient cough came from the entrance to the ship.

“Everything will be fine, my love. Please trust me in that.” Loki said, ignoring his brother. “I will be back before you know it.”

And so, the God of Lies told his last.

With that, Loki took one more second to scan your face before turning and climbing onto the ship.

“Do not worry, my lady.” Thor said to you as he too prepared to board “I will have him back to you safely in no time, you have my word.”

With a hand to his heart, the God of Thunder gave you a smile and followed his brother onto the ship.

You stood there as the ship took off into the sky, a feeling of dread in your stomach and continued to watch as it grew smaller and smaller.

“Are you ready to go?” A voice asked from behind, Nat.

The spy looked exited at the prospect of travelling back in time. You had to admit, you were too.

“I’m ready.” You nodded, pushing down your feeling of nervousness, telling yourself that everything would go to plan.

 Nat grinned “Let’s hope you’ll be able to convince Loki to hand over the tesseract.”

[atlas-of-the-universe]

A Guiding Hand

Reading Time: ~15 minutes

Word Count: 3,798

Rating and Readability: PG-13 / Fairly Easy

Author’s Note: I feel like I’ve been teasing you guys with the new fic and I fully admit, that is my bad LMFAO. I thought I would come back from my blog-break with something to offer. Also turns out that algebra is a lot more difficult than it was in high school??? Who knew! I also just finished my first semester at big-girl-college (meaning my third year) with a 4.0 so I’m pretty stoked. Anyways, with this fic, I knew I needed to get something out for you guys so honestly, it feels a little rushed but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. Massive shoutout to @just-another-blog-of-fluff​ for tagging me in fics they made during my down week, you made it SOOOO much more bearable. Side note, I’m still working on a fic that’s DEFINITELY going to end up being around 10k or more. By God that fic has a lot of story telling. Yeesh. This fic sort of centers on the relationship you’ve built with Loki, even suggesting some romance at certain points. Mostly fluff and Loki being a little shit LOL. <3 Love you guys. 

Your breathing hitched and held for a fraction of a second. The whistling of the air against your ears --- it was the only other thing your senses were focused on at this moment. A bright red and white target perched 300 feet away from you, the piece of plastic dancing in the wind from where it hung, mocking you from the tree lines. This was the furthest Clint had ever had you away from the target, but you considered this a fair challenge. In recent months, you had become exceedingly skilled in numerous training areas but mainly became interested in archery. There was just something about the accuracy that you had pinned down, and some of the Avengers had taken notice. So instead of trying out so many different areas of combat like you had in the beginning, Natasha had you focus on archery practically every other day. Your arms had become more toned, you had noticed. The same went for your back and chest, giving you a muscular upper build. It was something you were proud of as if your image and the way you began to look made you look more like an Avenger. Clint had even been courteous enough to take time out of his training schedule to help you with yours. In all reality, Clint had jumped at the opportunity to teach someone his ‘art,’ but he wouldn’t admit that to anyone. He regularly emphasized understanding the wind and its patterns, and more importantly, when you can’t. Today, there was a steady stream of crisp upstate New York fall air blowing towards your face, the wind nipping at every surface of the skin that was visible from the outside. The temperature of the wind made it increasingly difficult for you to tell how fast it was blowing. Still, you knew you would need to go for a higher angle since the wind was blowing towards you. You scrunched your face and took a hand off of the bow you were holding to pull your scarf above your nose. Slowly, you redrew your bow and angled your back elbow upwards.

               The world once again fell silent as all your attention zeroed onto your bow, arrow, body, and the wind. You inhaled sharply through your nose and tensed the muscles in your chest and back. Your fingers grasped with just enough pressure around the grip of the bow. The silence of the compound yard rung in your ears, the neat line of trees on the border of the property filling your vision. When the right pocket of air blow past your ears, you released your fingers and watched the arrow launch with vigor into the trees. The target on the opposite side of the yard still swung wildly from the breeze, so it would be difficult to see where it landed or if it even hit the target. You sighed and bit the inside of your lip. That was your last arrow, so you had no option but to go and retrieve your weapons and ultimately see what your hit ratio was out of ten.

               “I believe you may be looking for these,” a voice called out from behind you. You quickly whipped your body around to see Loki standing just a few feet behind you. He held a collection of black metal arrows in his hand, his other hand tucked behind himself. “I was exploring the compound when I found myself being bombarded by loose arrows.” He smirked, taking a step forward and extending the hand full of arrows.

               You chuckled and reached out to take them from him. “First of all, they weren’t loose. I knew where they were going. Second of all, Tony warned us against standing in the trees exactly because of stuff like this. If you had gotten hurt, that would have been on you.”

               Loki smirked and turned his head down to look at the grass. He had a thoughtful but entertained expression on his face. “I’m aware. Though I’m amused that you believe one rogue arrow could really stop a God.”

               You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, yeah. If you get hit by one, it means that there are others on their way.”

“You’re learning from Barton,” Loki guessed, though he said it rather unimpressed.

               You smiled. At any other point, interruptions like this would have annoyed you. However, this was the first conversation you had all day, and you were grateful for someone to talk to. “Yeah, I think I’m having an off day, though.”

               Loki scrunched his face and cocked his head. “You do realize you hit eight out of the ten arrows you launched into the target. I surely don’t know what you mean by an ‘off-day.’”

               Along with your abilities, the knowledge of you being incredibly hard on yourself had gotten itself around the compound. No one had known why, of course, but they saw it in the way you were always determined to get better. It was admirable, and truthfully, a little intimidating. You scoffed and shrugged the quiver that was strapped to your back off of you, catching its fall with a firm hand. “It’s not one-hundred-percent,” you mumbled, squeezing the arrows together tightly and sliding them back into the quiver. You pulled the strap above your head and shifted your bow onto your shoulder. “I’m an Avenger, Loki. I have to…” your words trailed off as you desperately searched for what to say. The truth was that you were terrified. Terrified that the world would go to shambles in an instant and you, being the newest to the team, wouldn’t be ready. The Avengers had years of training on you, and you had only a few months of training. Part of you wondered if Peter had ever felt like this, being how young he was,  but you thought it was inappropriate to ask. Instead, you had decided to keep these anxieties and feelings to yourself. You concluded with yourself that as an Avenger, you had an obligation to face everything independently if possible. “I have to get better.”

               Loki looked you up and down before putting his hands in the pockets of his coat. He sighed, looking off towards where your target was. “You know,” he said. “That target is one hundred yards away. Say, about ninety…ninety-one meters away. That’s further than you Midgardians put targets in the Olympics. That must mean something to you.”

               You paused to think but ultimately shook your head. “Being an Olympian isn’t going to save the world. I need to be better than that. I need to be an Avenger.”

               Loki paused to cock his eyebrow and purse his lips. “Now, that was the corniest line I’ve ever heard uttered.” he teased. Just as you hissed a dismissive ‘psh’ and began to turn around, Loki stammered out a chorus of ‘wait’s and jogged up beside you. He placed his hand on your shoulder to get your attention, forcing you to turn a bit to face him. With little choice, you turned towards him with an expectant look. “Get into stance,” Loki commanded.

For a second, you were confused, watching his eyes and scanning for any attempts at a trick he may be playing. You sucked on the inside of your lip and clicked your mouth after giving it some thought. You gave in to his request, muttering a short ‘fine’ before shrugging off your bow, pulling an arrow, and nocking it. Your left arm was extended, your shoulders and right elbow lining up and pointing towards the back of your body.

Loki stepped up to you, suddenly very close for your liking. Though you both wore coats, you felt the pressure of his chest against your back, sending sparks and butterflies through your stomach. Your body immediately tensed up. Gingerly, the fingers of his left hand followed down your left shoulder, trailing the length of your coat to the tips of your fingers. Glancing over, you noticed just how close his face was to yours, his eyes scanning the perimeter of the training field. His fingertips were cold against yours, but the closer he was, the warmer you felt. Could he tell how fast your heart was beating? His jaw hung slack for a few seconds before he found his words. “I was…fond of archery back home on Asgard. Granted, our weaponry was just a tad more advanced than yours,” Focused, his hands traced back up the sleeve of your arm, down your shoulders, and followed themselves down your sides. “The targets were just a few yards further. If you aim against the wind….” You tensed up again, the weight of his palms against your waist making you even more nervous than you had been before. You shifted with his guidance but resumed your posture. “Still just as sensitive, I see,” he chuckled into your ear, his voice a low growl. “You know, it would really be a shame if someone were to use your little weakness against you in the heat of battle.” At this point, you couldn’t tell if the chills you had been getting had been from the air outside or from Loki’s mischievous proximity to you and his breath against your neck. A warm shade of pink had since bloomed across your cheeks.  

You released your arrow, watching it soar above the range’s targets and land with a resounding thwack in the lone tree that held your target. You grinned and reached behind you to grab another arrow to repeat the motion. You began to notch the second arrow and drew the string back again with a little more confidence this time. Suddenly, faster than you could have stopped Loki’s movements, he pushed his hands downwards and past the hem of your jacket. You flinched with his sudden jerk, but before you could have countered his movements, Loki wormed his hands up the inside of your coat, and his freezing fingers gripped onto your bare sides. You screamed and released the hand that held the string of the bow, the arrow zipping across the tree line and clattering against something that sounded metal in the distance. Shit. Tony would have your head if it was something expensive.

Albeit your frustration, simply because of the temperature of Loki’s hands on your sensitive skin already had you in giggles. You squirmed to get out of his grip, but instead of letting you go, his hands snaked around your torso, successfully trapping you in his bear hug. His fingers were pressed ever so gently into your lower ribs. “Lokihihi, that was way too dangerous!” You scolded, sliding your hands against the sides of your coat in an attempt to shimmy his hands off. He moved with your movements, following your squirming. “What if that had hit you? That was a loaded weapon!”

“My dear, there’s no fun in this world without a little danger. Wouldn’t you agree?” Loki’s breathe hit the back of your ear, sending chills up your spine.

“Nohot if it’s at my expense!” You giggle frantically, dropping your bow and shoving your hands at the ribs of your coat to keep his hands still.

“Tsk,” Loki muttered into your ear. “Such a shame. Who knew you were such a bore?” Loki took the opportunity of your shock to scratch his fingers along the rows of your ribs, making sure to be maddeningly gently. The nails of his fingers were blunt and short but just long enough to create a severe reaction. You didn’t have a chance to stop your giggling, nor the protection to do so. The coat you wore made it nearly impossible to access your own skin underneath the pillowy layers of cotton and nylon. It gave Loki the worst/best opportunity, depending on who’s side you look at it from.

As you fought against Loki’s devious fingers, you began to lose your balance, tripping over your feet and leaning your weight against his back. You opted to keep your head down as to avoid Loki’s gaze, your center of balance shifting off to the side. Loki was caught off guard by the sudden shift in weight. Had his hands been free, there may have been a possibility he could have saved you both, but instead, you dragged him down with you, your feet slipping on the wet grass with ease. You both fell with hard thuds, but Loki kept his grip around your body. Immediately, you felt the damp grass seep into your jeans, and you scrambled to push yourself up. The freezing sloppy wetness of the fabric against your skin made you instantly uncomfortable. However, Loki didn’t make any motion to move and instead squeezed you tighter against his body. Unfortunately for you, you had noticed your messy clothes before seeing how Loki had ensnared you. When you fell, Loki had been the first to prepare. He intertwined his legs between and around yours, locking your lower body in place. You knew with Loki had a purpose for just about every move he made. This move, however, was just a little bit scarier. Your right side was pressed into the grass, Loki mirroring you behind your back. However, his arms were still wrapped around your torso. You had your hands to move, but the position was impossible to wriggle out of, considering his leverage on you.

You gasped at the crisp morning dew against your neck. “Shit!” You attempted to pull your legs out from Loki’s legs but found your effort fruitless. You groaned and shouted his name before shifting your arms behind you to push at his abdomen. At this moment, Loki’s fingers sprung back into life, digging into the spaces between your ribs. You let out a scream before dissolving into frantic chortling, snapping your arms back to your sides. “WAIHAIHAIT LOHOKI! CUT IT OHOUT!”

“(Y/N), I’d like to make a little bet with you,” Loki said, mischief classically dripping from his lips. All the while, he never stopped tickling. “If you can get out of my grip, I’ll stop tickling you. You should consider this a gift, love. I’m actually helping you with your training.” He said, vibrating his knuckles into your ribs, making you fall into a new spout of laughter. Though you faced away from him, you could hear the smile on his lips through his words.

You strained against his dancing fingers, twisting and turning your body as much as you could. Your nerves felt as if they had sparks flowing through them like little tickly bolts of lightning under your skin. It was unbearable. Given the fact that it had been a few weeks since your fiasco with Loki in the gym, you had since forgotten about him knowing just how ticklish you really were. This was his reminder. “Whahaht’s even in it for mehehehe?!” You yelled.

“My dear, nothing is in it for you. Look at the position I have you in. You’re helpless,” Loki made a point of jumping his fingers up to your armpits, making you tighten your arms down and fall into deep belly laughs. “Whoops, bad spot, is it?” Loki teased, digging his fingers a little bit harder into the creases of your underarms.

“YEHEHES, LOKI! STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE!” You squealed and against his frame.

“My apologies,” Loki stilled his fingers but made no effort to move his hands. Instead, he stayed there, occasionally twitching to keep you on a desperate edge. “I have no intentions of breaking you just yet.” He mentioned casually. Hearing those words made a stone fall in the path of all of your thoughts. You stammered and giggled, which didn’t make you sound as intimidating as you were trying to be. You knew that Loki was playing a game with you. However, you had no legitimate way of denying his requests. He was right; you were entirely at his mercy. You silently thanked yourself for not having any “run-ins” with the God for the past few days. Anything that you may have done to pester Loki would have been taken out on you at this moment as ramifications. Although, this wasn’t any revenge. This was the God of Mischief being the God of Mischief. “Here are the rules --- you escape me, I stop this needless torture.  What say you?” He grinned and pressed his chin down into the side of your neck.

“This seems awfully one-sided,” you complained, tugging at your leg to test its give.

“And you seem awfully ungrateful for such a marvelous opportunity. Oh well,” Loki thrust his legs weight upwards, thus dragging yours along for the ride. He rolled his body on top of you with alarming speed, shoving your shoulders into the ground. He removed his hands from under your coat, using them now to fight with you for your hands. Your face was soaked wet from the dew of the grass, and your clothes had pretty much followed suit. He had successfully (and relatively quickly) pinned you beneath his legs. “I suppose since you never agreed, we never had a deal. Which means I can continue even if you escape.”

“Loki---”

Loki groaned obnoxiously. “Loki this Loki that. If you keep saying my name, I’d have to assume you were in love with me. Though, I don’t see why you wouldn’t be in the first place.” You heard Loki’s fiendish smile gracing his words.

“God, you are insufferable,” You shook your head against the wet grass. Part of you wondered if grass stains were easy to get out, like they said in commercials.

“All in a day’s work,” Loki grinned. As if your predicament couldn’t get much worse, he had managed to catch your wrist in a desperate attempt of yours to undo his hold. After Loki had successfully fought you for both wrists and prevailed, he chuckled. “Let’s spice things up, shall we?” Loki squeezed both of your wrists, a fluttery, almost tingly feeling enveloping them.

It felt similar to the static you get in your feet when they fall asleep, but something less annoying. The buzzing spread from the tips of your fingers to the crease of your elbow. As the buzzing feeling finally stopped, you noticed that it also came with a strange sense of paralysis. You tugged your bicep against the feeling but quickly found that your arms were stuck above your head. With Loki sitting on your hips, that didn’t leave you in a great spot. Your heart rate began to climb. The little bugger was using his powers. Your adrenaline piqued, and you started giggling simply out of anticipation. “WAHAIT! This is cheating!”

“I was never really one for playing by the rules,” Loki pointed out.

Something else struck you as odd, however. You were pretty noticeably shivering in your damp clothes against the fall air, but Loki, even though his clothes were in the same condition, looked content. “Wait, aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out, and you’re soaked.”

He dipped his chin and chuckled. “Frost giant, love. Allow me to demonstrate,” with that, he resumed his antics. He slithered his fingers underneath your coat and clothes again, latching his icy digits into the meat of your hips. You let out a startled yelp and did your best to busk your hips as much as you could. With your chest to the ground, it made it nearly impossible for you to move even left or right, let alone up and down. With someone sitting on top of you, the chances of that happening go down significantly. As if him simply tickling you couldn’t be worse, the temperature of his hands made the feelings so much more intense. You broke out into a desperate cackle, jumping as his fingers began to dance along your midsection.  With each flittering little movement, your laughter changed, switching from frantic giggles to hearty belly laughs. You squirmed and fought against the electric feelings against you. There was something about Loki that made him a disturbingly good tickler. He was specific in his movements, listening to the spots that really made his victim crack up. If an area didn’t satisfy him the way he wanted it, he would switch techniques or places. But by God, every last spot you had, he found the way to make you beg. It had gotten to the point where Loki had one hand in your armpit and another digging into a susceptible spot on your back, but the rest of you still felt his touch.

“LOHOHOKIHI I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” you barked, gasping desperately for air as he slowed his touch.

He hummed in triumph. “For your information, that was revenge for the other week during training.”

               “Whahahat?” You cleared your throat. “You literally won. What would you need revenge for?”

               “Perhaps you don’t remember your little move at the beginning of the round. The one where you caused me to fall,” Loki said, emphasizing his point by digging his fingers in your armpits. Even through the jacket, he had made it tickle. “Can’t let that confidence get too out of hand, now can we?”

               You smirked, feeling a little bold despite your position. “What, like yours? Fat chance there,”

               Loki let out a low and breathy laugh. “I advise you to watch your tone when you speak to me.”

               You were too exhausted to put up any more of a fight against Loki. Your muscles ached from your training, and the tickling had only made your fatigue worse. You coughed out a short laugh and tugged on your arms. “Fine, but can you please let me go now?”

               Loki smiled and stepped off of you, and snapped his fingers. As abruptly as the feeling had started, the feeling washed away from your arms. You shook your head and pushed yourself off the ground, smiling at him.

               You would never tell him simply because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Still, you had seen him around the tower making little attempts to incorporate himself into the group, especially if you were there. While you would make yourself food or be simply enjoying a book, you would occasionally catch a glimpse of his long black hair disappearing around a corner. To be honest, you were grateful that Loki had grown more curious of you rather than any adverse reactions like you had feared in the beginning. The truth was that Loki was appreciative to finally have a friend in the group. Someone who didn’t make him feel so outcasted.  Being a part of the Avengers, especially for previously villainous ones, was tiresome and, more often than not, lonely. Whether the truth would come out or not, you two had felt comfort in each other’s presence. It was an obvious connection that both you and he were interested in exploring.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Heat Wave

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Written: May 22nd, 2021

Posted: May 22nd, 2021

Warning: None. Fluff

Word Count: 1,085

Summary: During the biggest heat wave of the summer, Clint brings the Avengers to his safe house.

Summer Time Masterlist

"Are you sure Laura's okay with this?" You questioned raising an eyebrow at Clint.

"It was her idea actually." He responded with a shrug.

Nodding your head, you hummed. Making your way into the house, you were greeted with a chilly gust of air. Shivering slightly, your sweating came to a halt.

"Remind me again why we're here?" Loki questioned from beside you.

Jumping at the sudden scare, you placed a hand over your rapidly beating heart. "Don't do that!"

Furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion, he frowned. "Do what?"

"Sneak up on me, like that!" You shrieked sending a playful hit to his shoulder.

The sound of his chuckle filled your ears, sending your stomach into somersaults.

"Sorry, Bunny." He smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way towards one of the empty spare rooms. Placing your belongings on the bed, you heard the sound of pitter-patter from your niece and nephew. Grinning to yourself, you bounded down the stairs.

"Auntie Y/N!" You were greeted with small cheerful voices.

Giggling you held your arms open to greet them. Kneeling down to their level, you pulled them in for a hug.

It wasn't long before their voices sang through your ears, letting you know what they've been doing before school let out. Nodding your head, you listened intently. Before long, you felt a pair of eyes boring into you. Turning to follow the feeling, you caught Loki staring at you.

Quickly averting his gaze, you felt a smirk dance along your lips. The somersaults returned in your stomach.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way towards one of the empty spare rooms. Placing your belongings on the bed, you heard the sound of pitter-patter from your niece and nephew. Grinning to yourself, you bounded down the stairs.

The few days, went by without a hitch. The scorching summer heat hadn't let up. Around the house, Avengers were scattered about laying in the chilly air in hopes of staying comfortable.

"Auntie Y/N?" Lila's sweet voice questioned pulling you from your thoughts.

"Yes?" You turned toward her gazing downward.

"Can we make some baked goods?" She questioned beaming up at you.

"Of course we can." You smiled.

Making your way towards the kitchen, you began pulling out the necessary equipment. Lila leaned against the counter awaiting instruction.

Standing side by side, you began making sugar cookies. As you began icing them, Loki entered.

"What are you doing?" He questioned tilting his head slightly.

"We're making cookies!" Lila responded filled with excitement.

Nodding your head, you beamed at Loki. "Do you want to help?"

"I...Uh.."

"Come, I'll show you." You grinned, motioning for him to join you.

"Are you sure, Bunny?"

Heat rose in your cheeks, as you felt the butterflies in your stomach. The team was aware of your shared feelings for each other. Each of them encouraging you both to stop dancing around your feelings for one another.

You hummed in response, as you dropped your gaze back to what you were doing. Glancing up, you saw Lila smirk between you and Loki with a knowing gaze. Sighing, you shook your head.

"You can put the sprinkles on." You mumbled once Loki stood beside you.

After some time, the kitchen was filled with laughter and warmth. Loki had started forming a bond with Lila. She would tease him playfully while he attempted to do the same. Most of the time, he made terrible dad jokes that resulted in both you and Lila bellowing in laughter.

---

Shrugging off your swimsuit cover, you made yourself comfortable in the lounger between Natasha and Wanda. Closing your eyes, you laid in the sun.

"What's going on between you and Reindeer games?" Natasha questioned, turning to face you while holding a hand above her eyes shielding her from the luminescent sun.

"What do you mean?" You frowned, rolling your head in her direction.

"I know you like him, and he likes you-"

"How do you know that?" You questioned raising an eyebrow in question.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" She challenged.

Frowning, you shook your head. Sighing, you returned your head to its previous place. "Guess not. Besides, he doesn't like me like that."

"You can't be serious!"

"On the contrary." You shrugged. "I'm going to go swimming."

Racing up from the chair, you made your way towards the pool. Jumping in, you allow yourself to be consumed with the lukewarm water. The water allowing you to cool off, and regain your thoughts.

Surfacing, you swam towards the edge of the pool. Folding your arms on the ledge, you closed your eyes in relaxation as you tuned in to the sounds of birds chirping, the drains from the sides of the pool.

"Tired?"

Gasping, you hadn't expected Loki to appear beside you. "You could say that."

Loki nodded as he mirrored your position.

Gazing silently at each other, you weren't sure who leaned in first. Nor did it matter. Nearing closer to each other, the sound of Clint yelling if everyone was ready to leave caused you both to jump away from each other.

Exiting the pool, Loki extended a hand downward assisting you out of the pool.

---

Letting out a frustrated huff, you threw your hands down on the bed. Seconds later, the soft sound of a knock caught your attention.

"Are you awake?" Loki questioned gently.

"Yeah." You muttered, groaning as you rolled onto your side.

Closing the door, Loki rounded the bed in hopes of meeting the free side of the bed. Climbing under the covers, he made himself comfortable.

"Do you-"

Before he could finish his question, you were cuddled up on his chest letting out a content sigh. His chilly temperature immediately providing a cooling sensation you had been seeking since arriving at Clint's house.

The sound of his chuckle filled the air. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder then your waist, he gently tugged you closer.

Leaning up, you gazed at Loki's features as the moonlight allowed enough illumination to study him.

Moving closer to him, you allowed Loki enough time to question your movements or to pull away from you. What you weren't expecting was for him to lace one of his hands in your hair tugging you faster to him.

Latching his lips to yours, you shared a short and sweet kiss. It was in nothing but innocence.

Grinning, you placed one last chaste kiss upon his lips before returning to your previous place upon his chest.

"Good night, Bunny."

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Drive - Loki x Reader

Summary: Created as a member of the TVA, you were used to basically every possibility - yet one person never fails to surprise you.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Safe for POC, Gender Neutral! Reader

Words: 1782

-> Masterlist <-

A/N 2: Heya there! Guess who's back and in love with Loki again! I'm a little rusted, but I hope you'll enjoy this stupid little mess anway. Didn't read the comics tho, so pls ignore the logic gaps. XOXO

"Hey."

"Get lost, variant" you muttered under your breath, not even biding one look to the man that was bothering you this whole week already.

Loki was leaning onto your desk, head resting in his hands as he admired you simply filling out some files. "But need your help with something."

Does he really think he looks even remotely cute with that stupid, cheeky grin on his face? Well...maybe he does.

Still, it doesn't matter to you. The only thing you were meant to care about is the work assigned to you by the time lords.

"And what would that be?" you suspectingly rose an eyebrow on L1130, who was still giving it his all to look as innocent as humanly possible.

The God of Mischief was now circling your desk and you couldn't help but wonder where he was taking all that energy from. Much to your displeasure, his excited way of acting towards you made you snicker just a little - and he'd never miss such an important detail.

His eyes were shining in great anticipation, and admittingly you caught yourself to stare into them a little too long once or twice.

"Well, actually" he began, and you immediately knew this was gonna become one of his long speeches again. Ugh...

"Actually, you need my help!" he exclaimed, pointing to you with his index finger and making you groan in frustration. "Yeah, and since I'm a generous god, I'll assist you as way of exception."

"Damn it Loki, what the hell do you want?" you gnarled, only to be rewarded with said man now grinning from ear to ear. "This is the first time you've called me by my first name! May I take this as hint for a certain sentiment towards me?"

"You may take this as a sign that you are making no sense and are driving me crazy." Rubbing your temples, you shoved him aside and went to the cafeteria.

"I mean it!" the Laufeyson shoutet as he followed you closely, just like a little puppy. Not that you've ever seen that animal in reality, but there was one on a motivational poster right in front of your desk.

"The TVA needs me to capture the other Loki variant, right?" Obviously. So you didn't bother answering. "Which means they grant me some freedom, to a certain extend."

"Otherwise you wouldn't roam around here, bothering working people" you snapped, poking his forehead, thus stopping his motion. "Didn't Mobius give you something to do? Anything?"

"Well, yeah..." he rubbed the back of his head, stammering "But I thought...I could combine labour with pleasure."

You had no nerve to listen to any of his empty words. That man reeks of lies, that much you knew.

And you knew him better than he himself, as far as you were concerned. They all were the same - always have been, always will be.

"Don't you want to ask me what I had in mind?" Oh man, he's still there. Can't that man take a subtle hint?

Right now he was sitting in front of you, while you were struggling to not let him interrupt your meal - time works differently in the TVA, but breaks feel just as short as on the actual timeline.

"No."

"Great!" Loki cheered as if you didn't just turn him down. "So, I thought you're probably bored in here, right? Every day the same, for all eternity. Such a dull desk-job wouldn't suit someone of your calibre."

His silver tongue was well known around here, so you couldn't wrap your head around why he'd try to lull you with such cheesy compliments.

And why you, of all people? The persons doing the paperwork around here instead of risking their lives on the battlefield were actually considered the lowest of the lowest. There was no way he could gain from your status, or knowledge at that.

"So what? You're gonna take me to a field trip or something?" The imagination alone was enough for you to laugh so hard, you almost choked on a piece of lettuche.

"Exactly." At first you were sure he was mocking you, trying to pass time by joking around - but the look he was giving you right now seemed determined. "Whatever I want to catch the variant, they will provide. And I want you."

Suddenly, the situation began to scare you. "Why me, of all people?"

Loki placed his hands onto yours, expression gleeful but also somewhat gentle. "My dear, isn't it obvious? Because I-"

Before he could finish the sentence, the man that was just inches apart from you had now disappeared.

"So it was a trick after all" you thought, the small ember of whatever emotion he made you feel fainting as quickly as it appeared.

It was best for everyone involved if you didn't get any closer to a Loki...again.

"And that's enough strolling around for today" Mobius spoke calmly, putting the remote aside. Those necklaces were sure a blessing for his work in containing the God of Mischief himself.

"Hey!" Loki yelled, slamming his fist onto the table. "I was just onto something!"

"Rather trying to get onto someone, right?" Right now, Mobius was trying way too hard to not laugh at his own pun, needing to clear his throat before he continued. "You're here to investigate, not for fooling around with one of my best coworkers."

"It's not like that, you imbecile! I was trying to-"

"Don't bother explaining yourself, Loki." Oh, how the god hated to be interrupted. All kinds of fantasies about what he'd do to this place once he got into control again were flooding his mind the more he spoke.

"Don't take it personally" the Analyst reassuringly put a hand on Loki's shoulder, almost seeming as if he'd pity him. "But you're by far not the first Loki trying to have his ways with Y/N."

The god tilt his head ever so slightly, how he'd always do when something confused or upset him. "Wait- seriously?"

Flipping yet another switch on some retro machine, the images of several Loki variants flooded a holographic screen. Some were only slightly different from the 'sacred timeline's' Loki, others made the Laufeyson wonder what breach they caused to look that way.

"Those are all variants of yourself which we successfully contained and, well...you know" he shrugged. "And all of them tried to get close to Y/N, even in the face of neutralization. The TVA might know all about the timeline, from beginning to end - but some things not even we can explain."

"My naive brethren on Asgard would call this fate."

"Oh come on, Loki. You of all people, believing in such a thing?" Mobius sunk down on a chair, sipping on a soda. "There is no such thing as fate, destiny or free will. We are all slaves to the sacred timeline, and in that one, you were never supposed to meet Y/N. No one in the proper flow of time should ever interact with members of the TVA."

Slowly and hesistantly, Loki sat down as well, still staring at the variants - so many opportunities to turn his life for the better, all gone.

"Is-" at first, he stopped himself. A god like him, taking advice from the people who humiliated him beyond reason? Never!

But curiosity kills the cat. "Say, is it allowed for TVA members to have relationships?

"As far as I know, it is not forbidden" he explained, acting as if all of that didn't concern him. "But we are certainly not meant for that kind of purpose. Existing separately from the timeline, but are still connected with it. The freedom of our actions is limited, yet we have emotions and can build up connections to each other. Why do you think that is?"

"Beats me." Loki crossed his arms, seeming deeply buried in thought.

"Because the bonds to other lifeforms are what gives us strenght, Loki. It lets us connect with the people existing on the timeline, even though we're never allowed to live a 'normal' life of our own."

"You've got it all wrong." As always, Loki was touched, but would never dare to admit this - because it would mean letting one near his core. Maybe they'd use you against him, if he allowed himself to have such a 'weak spot' for someone.

So he did what he could best: Acting all high and mighty, to cover up for his insecurities. "I was just using her to get information. So don't you dare preaching to me about love and trust. I don't need anyone but myself."

He rolled his eyes in disinterest, preparing to leave again, when Mobius' last words made him stop in his track for a second.

"The thing is: After so many times of meeting 'you'...at some point, Y/N began to take a liking to you. Don't disappoint them again."

"Again?!" Loki thought to himself, not knowing if he should be mad at Mobius or himself. "That wasn't even me, damn it!"

But it sure fit his profile, he had to confess. Was he doomed to stay like this forever? Life is about growth,his brother once said...

And yet...if the Loki Laufeyson of the sacred timeline was destined to bring death and destruction only, wasn't he - the 'variant', the 'error' -not able to avoid that cruel fate?

"Still busy scheming against the TVA?" a familiar voice brought him back to the present. It was you.

"A lowy bureaucrat like you would never understand the ways of a god!" Ouch, that sounded way less mean in his head.

And the way you pouted at this insult only made him feel worse about himself. "My apologies...it has been a hard...timeline."

"I know that, Loki" you spoke with a tone so genuinely kind, that he actually believed you to understand his pain. "On the inside, you're actually a big softie...at least I hope so, L1130."

Trying to regain his cool, he fondled with his jacket before scoffing "Do you mean those other variants of me? They are inferior, compared to me, my dear. I can show you things far beyond your imagination, if you'd let me."

"Well, let's find that out, shall we" you smiled at him, meant as half an invatation and half a challenge. "Meet me in the library after my work is done, then I'll teach you blockhead all you need to know to get along here."

With a swift movement, the god placed the ghost of a kiss onto the back of your hand. "What kind of man would I be to decline such an invitation?"

"Don't get too full of yourself" you advised him, "You're still a criminal against time, one of thousand versions of a Loki that should never exist in the first place. Why should I trust you of all people?"

"Because what drives me is different from those, petal." The way your eyes widened at the nickname was enough for him to become more engaged. What else had he to lose, anyway? "I have freed myself from selfish desires, and am willing to prove myself worthy."

"So, what is it that drives you then?"

"Meeting you again."

[the-plaid-mercenary]

I finally finished this collection of fairly short, unrelated fics that I’ve been working on. If you’re interested in any of the following pairings (there’s one of each in the series), I’d love to know what you think!

Pairings:

Jim Halpert/Dwight Schrute

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Loki/Reader

Eric Foreman/Stephen Hyde

Cisco Ramon/Leonard Snart

Perry Cox/John “JD” Dorian

Dean Craig Pelton/Jeff Winger

Grant Grant (from the 2006 horror movie Slither)/Reader

Peter Parker/Otto Octavius

and

Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer

There’s also a m/m pairing from a movie that no one has seen, haha.

Link to the series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2319188

[mistress-ofmagic]

[insaneasgardian]

The Gen-Z God

Loki: *Throwing a glass on the ground* another!

Y/N: No! No! That's not how we do it here!

Loki: ...

Peter: Let's teach you the CORRECT way!

*2 days later, Tony Stark's party*

Loki: This bitch empty *Throws glass on ground* YEET!

Peter and Y/N: *Smiles proudly*

Avengers: Oh no...

Nick Fury: So done with these 'Gen Z' muthafuckas...

[ashcrimson-is-writing]

One smokey morning (Loki x Reader ~ requested)

Based on a request: @raven-rust​ “Could you write me a fluffy/smutty fic w Loki it´s my birthday :)” I´m terribly sorry I just now had the time to write for your request, but since I officially graduated from high school yesterday I was quite busy. Apparently it also turned out more fluff than smut at all. But nonetheless I hope you'll enjoy it and that you had a wonderful birthday! ^^ So take this oneshot as a late birthday present and thanks for requesting something from me :)

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Loki x Reader Genre: Fluff, (maybe a little bit of Angst, but not really actually) Words: 1600

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Loki was able to be a quiet roommate.

Even though he had been living in an apartment with you for almost a year now, he still had problems understanding Midgards technology and mindset from time to time, but he was always very careful to let you sleep in on weekends. Especially since he was an early bird and you absolutely were not. This meant that he would not wake you up, neither on purpose nor by accident, and as much as Loki would sometimes scold about the midgardian way of life or break a kitchen appliance while trying to get it to work, he still managed to be so quiet on a weekend morning that you didn't hear a single, not even a tiny sound from him, until you practically gave him permission to make sounds again with a "good morning" from your mouth. Therefore it was all the more surprising when you were awakened on this Saturday morning by a loud clattering and subsequent cursing, which echoed through the walls and reached you in a muffled state. Sighing, you opened your eyes and blinked against the bright light. The sun was shining warmly through the windows into your bedroom, directly onto the mattress and made the room almost glow golden, as it did most days of summer. It was a beautiful effect, and sometimes, when Loki had been having a restless sleep and decided to stay in bed with you for a little longer, you could watch him staring at the ceiling a bit absent-minded, as if the golden light was awakening bittersweet memories in him. But he never told you what was truly on his mind in those moments.

When he noticed that you had woken up, he would simply put an arm around you and answer your question, what he was thinking about, with, "Just about how lucky I am to be here. With you". And you accepted this answer, because you knew that one day he would be ready to tell you about it.

This morning, however, he had already got up and when you put one hand on the empty side of the bed and found no warmth at all, you also knew that it must have been some time ago. With a yawn, you sat up and took a quick look to the side. It was half past nine and the more awake you became, the more you noticed a second unusual thing. It smelled like something had been burned and after you got up and opened the door to the hallway, you were sure that the smell came from the kitchen. Already quite sure Loki had done something, you quietly closed the door behind you and then carefully walked into the kitchen where smoke was coming from. And in fact, you discovered soon that the smoke came from a coal-black something standing on the stove in a baking form, which was probably meant to be a cake, but now looked more like charcoal. The window was already opened, so Loki had probably thought of the smoke detector, which fortunately was not in the kitchen but in the living room and probably wouldn't go off if the smoke disappeared from the window in time. And also: the table was partly covered with flour and was full of other stuff that had probably been used for the 'cake'. Definitely Lokis work. The god himself stood a little lost in the middle of the room, looking at the chaos with hands folded behind his back, as if it was a crime scene he had to inspect and which definitely wasn't his fault. But when you came in and questioningly said his name, he flinched a bit, turned to you: "Y/N!" and a guilty expression finally came over his face as he let his gaze wander through the kitchen one more time before looking back at you. For a moment he seemed a little helpless, then he breathed out and an somewhat apologetic smile appeared: "I baked you a cake". Looking once more at the burnt dough, it occurred to you what day it was today. It was your birthday. For the moment you had completely forgotten that because of the unusual way you had been waked up . But yes, it was your birthday indeed. And Loki had baked you a cake. Slowly you began to smile crookedly and raised one eyebrow at him. "I guess it just didn't turn out as perfect as I thought it would. But I would like to point out that it is not my fault that Midgardian machines are so imprecise". Baking such a burnt cake certainly had nothing to do with imprecision, but much more with absolute incompetence in the baking field, but you kept your mouth shut about that. At least he had tried to make you a cake for your birthday and it was the will that counted and the fact that you didn´t even really had expected him to actually do something for your birthday, he had never done before. So you continued to smile, touched by the seldom seen sweet side of him, as you walked to the stove, Loki stepping behind you and looking over your shoulder: "You probably won't eat it anymore, I suppose". "No."

Though Loki barely pulled a face, you could see his contrition and gently put your arms around his waist as you turned to him: "But I'm glad you at least tried. And for baking a cake for the first time, it's not so bad... just a little burned." Loki snorted at 'a little'. "We could bake a new cake together," you suggested then, and he remained silent for a moment, weighing the fact that he thought he should bake a cake for you alone, because it was your birthday after all, and the fact that he wasn't sure he could do it properly on his own. Sighing he agreed eventually: " Well, fine, yes. Let's make one together".

Smiling you left his side and went over to the table where you sat down on one of the chairs: “Alright then, get us a bowl and we will make a new cake. Properly this time”.

As it turned out, you were actually kind of lucky that the first cake was completely burnt, because Loki didn't know what and how much of it belonged in the dough either. If you hadn't told him, he would have at least forgotten the sugar and the eggs, and it was probably better that you didn't have to taste his selfmade cake, considering that he had probably forgotten some important ingredients in it. He obviously became more and more frustrated the more mistakes he made, but he stayed calm and followed your instructions, probably mainly because it was your birthday and after a few minutes a bowl of new dough was on the table in front of you. "Now we just need a baking tin" you said as you stood up and went over to the burnt cake, which had cooled down quite a bit by now, making it somewhat easy to get it out of the container. With a soft sound you put the metal baking tin in front of Loki, who then carefully filled the dough into it and walked to the oven with you. You put the new cake into the stove then, closed the flap and looked at Loki: "Okay watch ": before you showed him with which button he could adjust what and which setting was best for the cake. "And now all we have to do is wait until it's ready" with a slight jump you sat down on the kitchen counter next to the stove: "About 50 minutes long". Loki stood in front of you and placed his narrow hands at your sides, murmuring with a little annoyed tone: "That's quite some time, isn´t it?". "Yeah probably" you nodded with a grin: "In fact I'm very sure though that you waited much longer for the other cake. And also: What's 50 minutes to someone who lives to be thousands of years old?". Of course you said it only jokingly and yet a lump formed in Loki's throat for a second. He preferred not to spend his time thinking that yours would be much shorter than his own. And precisely because you would only be with him for a limited period of his life, 50 minutes might even felt longer to him than to you. Or at least that's what he wished. Because even though you both liked to joke about it, 50 minutes were as precious to him as they were to you. Loki didn´t even knew how he would ever be able to live without you. But he wasn't supposed to think about that. Especially not today. Especially not yet.

He reminded himself that he had to live in the very present moments for now, instead of thinking of the future. Turning his gaze from his slightly trembling hands to your loving eyes, he also put a happy smile on his face and gently pulled you a little closer while you laid your fingers on his shoulders and traced small patterns. Deeply exhaling, he moved one hand under your top and up your bare back, making you shudder: "Happy birthday Y/N". Gently he placed his lips on yours and you moved your fingers from his shoulders up to his jaw, tenderly caressing his soft cheeks with a gentle sigh of contentment that created a warm feeling of belonging in Loki. Oh, he could only hope that there would be many, many more days like this and that 50 minutes would never feel short to him. Because right now, most of the hopes he had, came somehow from within you.

[lokislittlesigyn]

is there. Demand for loki x reader or other hiddleston characters x reader fanfics? ive been writing for Years but have never shared things publicly,, im really wORRIED about people finding my writing though and i just. i wonder if there’s still any Desire for things like this?

[flowercrown-bucky]

A Sunday Kind Of Love

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing : Modern!Loki x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, there might be swearing I don’t remember

Summary: There’s only one time Loki likes mornings, and that’s when they’re with you.

Very rarely was Loki awake before 10 on a Sunday morning.

He loved his sleep, and there was only ever one thing, one person, that he would sacrifice his sleeping time for.

If you were there, he liked to be awake with the rising sun. Liked to watch you as you slept, learn every part of your body like a well read book. He treasured every precious moment he shared with you before you had to go.

The morning sun poured through the window he'd left open last night, pooling the room in its warm light. It's rays splashed across your skin, gently dappled by the large tree that grew to the left of the window. By noon it would no longer obstruct the light, making his modest balcony the perfect place to enjoy a lazy brunch.

It was a shame you could never stay long enough to find out.

You stirred, turning slightly in your sleep before settling, pulling the duvet cover tighter around your chest. He smiled to himself, watching your eyelids gently flutter. The duvet was pulled just high enough to cover your breasts, something he personally considered a royal shame, but just low enough that from where he lay on his side he was still able to admire the curve of your breasts, the light smattering of freckles leading from your septum all the way up to your clavicle, trailing slightly down your left shoulder before coming to an abrupt stop.

He badly wanted to twirl the strands of soft hair between his fingers that lay just shy of your shoulder blades, badly wanted to press gentle kisses up the side of your neck, all the way to the sensitive spot beneath your ear. He could almost hear the soft, breathy moans that would escape your plump lips if he were to wake you whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

His hand rested gently on your hip, your bare body a beautiful reminder of the hours he'd spent making love to you the night before. The mere thought of it was beginning to arouse him, so he cast it from his mind in the interest of not rousing you. Perhaps that could wait until you woke up, time permitting.

Your gentle breathing tickled his bare chest, as did the occasional twitching of your left foot along the inside of his calf. He loved the feeling of his body against yours, loved the intimacy of holding you in his arms, wearing nothing but the rolex watch he'd received for his twenty-first birthday. He loved you so much it hurt.

He was not certain about many things in his life, but that was one thing he was sure about. He'd loved you yesterday, loved you today, would love you tomorrow, love you forever. When he died, he was fairly certain that the atoms that his body was made up of would go on loving you.

Suddenly the most beautiful eyes in the entire universe were staring back into his own. You smiled as he caught your gaze, lazily stretching your legs out under the duvet that covered you both.

"Good morning." He whispered, smiling back at you. You responded by leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

This was pure perfection. Just the two of you and an abundance of sleepy kisses. He could stay here, in bed with you, in your little bubble of love and sex forever.

"I love you." He breathed, cupping the side of your face as he kissed you. Gone were the gentle, chaste kisses, nothing more than a brush of lips, making way for a hot, passionate embrace. You slotted together perfectly, almost as if you were made to love each other.

It would make it all the more heartbreaking when in exactly four weeks' time you would be marrying his brother.

Chapter 1 - Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

[silence-burns]

Play With Fire

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: The song “Play with fire” with Loki. For the @connorshero amazing challenge!

Loki slammed the door, storming into one of the spacious day rooms of Stark Tower. It is set on one of the higher levels and is one of your favorite places to be thanks to the clear view of the city.

Lowering your phone slightly, you watched Loki stride to the other side of the room and slump in an armchair. You raised a brow when he finally met your gaze.

“Lovely weather, isn't it, Mr. Mischief?”

“How could I possibly know if I'm not ever allowed out of this tin can?” he growled, mouth curling in an angry snarl.

Oh, so that was the issue.

“You can still enjoy the garden on the top. It's open and pretty -...”

“I've seen better.”

“And I've seen better manners on you too, but I suppose we have to work with what we get, don't we?“

“What is your problem?” Loki raised, coming in your direction.

“Do I look like I have any?”

“You may think you look all innocent, but it won't fool me anymore.”

You gasped. “Oh dear, what a shame.”

A muscle in his jaw clenched. He is breathing heavily now, both from his previous anger and the one that you had just manage to reignite. Well, everyone had their talents.

“You will not speak to me in this manner,” Loki warned you in a deep voice.

If it was supposed to scare you off, it didn't quite work out. Maybe if you couldn't see the mess, he had become, and haven't spent hours in his room, talking about anything that bothered him in his new life for so many weeks, he would succeed. Unfortunately for him, getting to know someone gave you an insight into what they truly felt - a deeper glimpse into the emotions ruling them in moments of fury.

“You can't command me,” you reminded him calmly. “You have no power over me.”

The silence was filled with electricity. Fury boiled in him, absorbing his mind completely. You winked.

“But you can always ask me nicely.”

“You are playing with fire right now. You know that?” he asked you barely audibly.

“And what will you do about it?”

You shouldn't tease him so recklessly. You always walked on a thin line and still got surprised when it finally snapped.

Loki grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, dragging you up in the air like you weighed nothing more than a stray, naughty kitten.

Your legs were kicking the air, with the ground too far for you to reach. The steel grip on your throat made your lungs burn and dark spots fly before your eyes. You kicked Loki hard, but it didn't make him flinch. It felt like kicking a concrete wall. Being a God had its pros…

The door creaked slowly. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Peter Parker watching you with wide eyes. He had a thick textbook under his arm.

“It's… Not that important, I'll come back later,” he muttered with a red face and disappeared again, closing the door.

Loki sighed and let go of you. Coughing took your breath away for a painful moment. You patted his arm. “Just sayin’, but you're the one who's gonna explain it to the kid.”

“Why me?” he frowned. Confusion made him forget about his anger.

“Because thanks to your mighty hands, oh dear God, my voice is breaking and I'm barely standing,” you gasped dramatically, falling to one side.

He caught you and rolled his eyes.

“You'll be the death of me.”

“At least you're not bored.”

“I'd still prefer not to be caged here. I know I've done a lot, but -...”

“It'll get better, I promise. How about we go check up on Peter before he creates another rumour that will haunt us for ages?”

“Good idea.”

[doeeyeddarlingxo]

The Myriad Misadventures of a Midgardian Queen-In-Training - Chapter 1

Why did I decide 4.5 years and 53 chapters in to try and post this directly on Tumblr? I honestly don’t know. I’ll try to space out the chapter posts a bit between other posts/reblogs, so hopefully this won’t be as painful a process as I fear!

AO3 | Next

Summary: In an AU where Loki DID take over the world by the end of The Avengers, you (the reader) receive a letter on your sixteenth birthday informing you that you are eligible to be considered for The Choosing, a one-time-only, televised event in which the new King of Midgard will select a wife.

Eight girls. One crown. Who will win?

Word Count: 1115

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Rating: T 

A/N: Keep in mind—I started writing this story my sophomore year of high school, when I was 15 or 16. A lot of it is cringe-y. A lot of my views and values has changed since then. That being said, I hope you enjoy anyway!

Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 1

The letter comes at the worst time imaginable.

The envelope is plain, if a bit large compared to the average letter. What first catches your attention is that it is addressed to you. Not Mom or Dad, not Erik or Carlie, but you. Okay, so it’s technically addressed "To The Parent/Guardian of (Y/N),” but still! It doesn’t have a return address, which doesn’t strike you as particularly strange, until you tear into the envelope and notice two things:

The heavy, creamy stationery.

The insignia. The smooth, calligraphy-curly insignia, drawn in deep, shiny, green ink.

“Mom!”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“C’mere!”

You shove the letter and envelope at her. “It was addressed to me - kinda - but I didn’t read it. I just saw the - ”

“Insignia,” she breathes. Her eyes widen as she scans the page.

You expect her to tell you what’s going on as soon as her gaze reaches the bottom of the page. Instead, you watch as she reads it again. And again. The third time she goes to reread it, you can’t stand waiting any longer. “Mom!”

“Sweetheart.” She looks up at you, eyes filled with dread. But instead of explaining, she shakes her head, stuffing the paper back into the envelope. “It’s nothing we need to worry about right now. Go get dressed.”

“What?” You can’t believe it. “No! Mom, come on. I know it’s about me. I have a right to know!” You extend an arm, but she pulls the letter just out of reach. You play the only card you have left. “It’s my birthday.”

At that, you see her resolve weaken a little bit. But it’s not enough. “Exactly. You deserve to have a nice evening out, and this can wait until tomorrow.”

“Let’s compromise. Open it at dinner. As a family,” you add.

At long last, she nods. “All right.” A split second later, her expression has gone from serious to playful as she leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “Now go change. And decide where you want dinner from. Your birthday, your choice."

(Yep. The letter arrives on the day you turned sixteen. Because you couldn't have been born one freaking day later.)

You run upstairs, grabbing a dress at random from your closet and yanking it on over your least-worn nude tights. Any minute, you know, your mom will leave to pick Carlie up from soccer practice.

Sure enough, you hear the tell-tale slam and click of the front door. You let out a sigh of relief when, upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, you see her pocketbook hanging from the back door, the envelope peeking out.

It takes you an infuriatingly long time to pull out and unfold the letter, shaky as your hands are, but you finally manage it. Beneath the insignia, it reads:

Dear Ms. (LN),

It is recorded that, as of (DD/MM), you are a heterosexual female between the ages of sixteen and thirty. As is such, you have been marked as eligible to participate in an exciting event in our realm’s history - The Choosing.

As the fifth anniversary of his rule approaches, our great leader has seen it fit to take a wife. Eight women will be selected from a lottery to compete for his hand in marriage. If you are the recipient of this letter, you are required to fill out the attached forms and submit them to your nearest government office by no later than a week from the day on which you received this letter.

Your king and government thank you for your service.

You’ve never been one for screaming at surprises. Instead, you have a tendency of going into shock, acting kind of dazed as your mind slowly absorbs whatever new piece of information it was being bombarded with. Which is what you do now.

“Heterosexual female between the ages of sixteen and thirty.” I’m a heterosexual female. I’m fifteen. I mean, I’m sixteen. I’m a sixteen-year-old straight girl…”The Choosing?” What the hell is The Choosing? And “Our great leader?” Who...oh. OH. Right.

Honestly, after the Battle of New York, life has pretty much gone on as usual, besides the whole thing with psycho-alien-king-guy taking over the world. You’ve never followed politics, and besides the fact that you miss your once-frequent trips into the city - Mom doesn’t want you there alone while all the renovations are going on - you’ve been too busy to notice any major changes. You still go to school and participate in your usual extracurriculars and stay up too late Skyping your friends. You have done quite a bit of online research - about Loki and the nine realms and what exactly went down during the Battle of New York and how apparently he's some kind of Norse god - so you aren’t completely ignorant, but after a while you’ve just fallen back into your normal routine.

But now, this letter…

So, Him. Psycho-alien-king-guy. Loki. Our great leader. Um, keep reading...wife. Eight women. Marriage. Competing? What, like The Bachelorette? Or The Bachelor, I guess, in this case...recipient of this letter, that’s me. Fill out the form...why? What service are they thanking me for? Are they just trying to ensure they have enough viewers for The Bachelor: Alien Royalty Edition?

Finally, it clicks.

Oh, my God.

Oh. My. God.

They want you. They’re rounding up potential candidates to star in their little reality marriage competition, and they want you.

But...I’m too young! I just barely made the age cutoff! That's so unfair! You rack your brain for more reasons why you should be exempt from this ridiculous "lottery" - as though that'll make any difference. I’m not even over the age of consent! In New York, I mean. If I was in California or Ohio or something, that would be a different story, but this is New York, so I still have a year before...or did they change the age of consent when they changed the government and stuff? Again, you didn’t really paid any attention to the news when all of that was going on. Or ever, really.

Later, you check Google and see that yes, the age of consent is still eighteen pretty much worldwide, something you might have found interesting and mildly amusing under different circumstances.

Like if you had a boyfriend, for instance.

Which you didn’t. Ever.

But these circumstances...the government wants you to marry a guy you’ve never met. Or compete to marry a guy you’ve never met, anyway...and based on what you know about Loki from your research thus far (Frost Giant? Trickster God? Psychopath?), you’re more than a little scared.

Okay, let's be honest: you are absolutely terrified.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Just One Bite

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader

Written: August 24th, 2021

Posted: August 24th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 1,216

A/N: Yes, I did make the spacers :)

Summary: What happens when the reader falls into a sleep spell?

Loki Masterlist

Grinning to yourself, you stood before your apartment door. The sound of giggles were carried into the hall, while the warm feeling of security overwhelmed you. Somersaults erupted in your stomach at the thought of the events happening behind the door.

Shaking your head, you unlocked the door before making your way inside. Toeing off your shoes, you placed your belongings on the table you had in the entry way.

Your grin hadn’t faltered from your lips. Carefully, you attempted to make your way quietly towards the giggles. Reaching the doorway, you peered around the edge. Your jaw falling slack slightly at the sight before you regained composure.

Playing out before you, was your two daughters laughing while throwing flour and other baking ingredients at Loki. He stood before them with genuine laughter erupting from him. His smile and joy reaching his eyes. Something you hadn’t seen for months.

Crossing your arms along your chest, you leaned back against the wall taking in the sight. When one of your daughters reached for frosting and smeared it upon Loki’s nose, you couldn’t stop the bout of laughter that erupted from you.

Capturing their attention, the three of them quickly turned to a deer in headlights.

“What?” You giggled, carefully making your way towards them. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Grinning you grabbed a hand full of flour.

Loki gave you a knowing glare. “Don’t you-“

He was quickly cut off by flour hitting him square in the chest.

“Dare.” He sighed, playfully pretending to be annoyed.

“Oops.” You spoke sweetly giving him your best ‘apologetic’ grin.

A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. Knowing what that meant, you quickly bolted out of the kitchen and down the hall. Loki was on your heels before he wrapped his arms around your waist securely, earning a shriek from you.

Shaking with laughter, Loki held you close to him allowing your back to be pressed to his chest. His aroma wafted into your nose with an underwhelming scent of flour, and sugar.

Once you had both calmed down, you turned around in his arms taking him by surprise. As he gazed down at you, his arms tightened slightly. Reaching up, you gently swiped your finger along his nose taking the frosting from him before popping it into your mouth.

Before anything could happen, the sound of feet rushing towards you caught your attention. Attempting to take a step away from Loki, he let out a quiet whine tightening his arms not allowing space between you.

Gaping at him in surprise, arms wrapped around you and Loki pulling you both, into a welcoming hug.

“We missed you!”

Grinning, you nodded your head in agreement. “I missed my girls too.”

“Now, lets get cleaned up for dinner shall we?”

Once you were released from Loki and your daughter’s grip, reluctantly you made your way towards the kitchen. Letting out a sigh, you were greeted with a horrible mess. Squeezing your eyes shut, you pinched the bridge of your nose, a frustrated sigh passed through your lips.

Firm hands gripped your hips, before your back was met with a firm chest. “Don’t worry petal, I’ll clean it up.”

“I…I can’t ask you to do that.” You murmured opening your eyes to a clean kitchen. “H-How…”

Leaning down, his lips brushed the shell of your ear. His breath danced along the tender skin, causing goosebumps to erupt along your arms. Closing your eyes, you arched your back slightly enjoying the intimate moment.

“Magic.”

Grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger, Loki’s breath danced along the seam of your lips. Reaching around, you gently grabbed his hips keeping him held upon you.

The moment was quickly shattered by the sound of your daughters coming towards the kitchen. You were quick to move away from Loki, feeling your heart fall into your stomach.

After dinner, your daughters chose the movie for the night, settling upon Snow White.

It wasn’t long after the movie started, that your daughters had fallen asleep. Glancing at Loki, you were taken back by your daughter curled beside him, using his stomach as a pillow. While Loki ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion.

Sensing your gaze, he turned to face you. Gasping when you realized you had been caught, you offered him a warm closed lip smile in which he returned. Your other daughter had curled beside you, using you as a pillow as well.

Reaching across the couch, Loki boldly grasped your hand. His thumb gently rubbing along the back of it. As the movie continued to play, you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy. Surrendering to the feeling, you allowed sleep to overwhelm you.

“Petal.”

The sound of Loki’s voice danced along your ears, the more you came to, the more you felt heat under Loki’s touch. Letting out a whimper, you shook your head attempting to further sink into your blanket.

Loki’s chuckle filled your ears. “Alright, petal. Just this once.” He murmured.

Before you knew it, you were being lifted from the couch and into the air. It wasn’t much longer before you were wrapped in the warmth that was Loki. Nuzzling into his neck, he shook lightly signaling his chuckle. Grinning to yourself, you placed a gentle kiss to his skin.

Placing you gently on your bed, he wrapped your blanket around you. Reaching out you grasped Loki’s wrist, preventing him from retreating any farther than he already had.

“Stay?”

Nodding his head, he quickly made his way around you crawling beneath the blankets. Wrapping his arms around your waist, you fell asleep together.

Waking up, you attempted to make your way out of bed without waking Loki. Once you had successfully done so, you made your way to the kitchen after you had done your morning routine.

The sound of a gentle knock captured your attention. Opening the door, you gazed around not seeing anyone, taking a step into the hall you were greeted with a basket filled with apples.

Grinning to yourself, you reached for the note.

“Just one bite and all your dreams will come true.”

Frowning, you furrowed your eyebrows together. Grabbing the basket, you made your way back inside. Placing the basket on the counter, you gazed the fruit. They seemed to have a hypnotic sense to them. Reaching into the basket, you picked the shiniest one in hopes of it being juicy. Lifting the apple you took a bite.

It wasn’t long before everything went dark causing you to fall into a deep slumber.

Loki groaned as he woke up. Reaching to the side of the bed you had previously occupied, he was greeted with an empty space. The sheets emitted a slight chill letting him know you had been up for a few hours.

Tossing the blankets off, he went about his morning routine. Following the illuminating kitchen light, Loki grinned in hopes of finding you dancing about. Something you often did.

Frowning, he was met with a chilled, dreary, empty kitchen. Glancing around, his eyes landed on a basket filled with fruit. Furrowing his eyebrows together he let out a confused noise. It wasn’t until he glanced towards the floor that he saw you sleeping with an apple bitten into.

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[nataliehasanimagination]

A Heart So Full

You woke up to the feeling of a hand stroking your large, pregnant belly. Grasping the hand quickly and curling your fingers through his, you sighed.

“Are you okay, love?”

Loki didn’t say anything, but merely gripped your hand tighter in his own.

You reached over with your free hand to turn on the lamp, but Loki grabbed it and pulled you closer. You snuggled into him as much as you could and entwined your legs with his.

“I love you,” Loki whispered. “You and our unborn child.”

“But,” you said softly, urging him on.

“But nothing. I had my doubts, but,” he paused. “But when I look at you, when I look at our child, my heart is so full.”

“As is mine.”

He kissed you sweetly. “Sleep now, my love. I shall be here when you wake, and every day after.”

[endless-array-of-tom]

His First Love [Loki x Reader]

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff // Soulmate AU! 

Request: Anon-- “Hey, can you do a soulmate Loki x Reader or something? Thank you!”

Summary: Loki was a young boy and one that was anxious to be loved and recognized by others, others beside his mother. Coincidentally, he met you-- his first love and destined soulmate-- it was odd the way you two met though.

Word Count: 910

A/n: Hello everyone! I made a new one, and I hope you all enjoy it! It’s a bit different from the others, but I enjoyed making it! I’ve been pretty productive lately so the next request should be up soon! Thank you to everyone who waited as well!! I love you all so much! <3

Loki Odinson, a young teen that was anxious to be recognized in the world. For someone to notice him. He sure was anxious alright. Anxious for love. His whole life as a child, the only person that had cared for him was his mother, and his brother, Thor. His brother left him long ago however, to learn to become a ruler of his people and follow his dreams. Obviously, his brother’s dream didn’t involve him in it.

He didn’t mind though. He knew his brother still cared for him, but he still couldn't get over the fact that he was alone, with no one around. He never really had friends, his brother’s friends were always out having a brawl against one another, while Loki preferred to stay in his chambers, reading books and becoming an intelligent individual.

From the moment he had come to Asgard, he was already deemed different. Not on his appearance, but because he wasn’t birthed with a mark. A soulmate mark. He had writing on his wrist, but it wasn’t pleasant. He was different, therefore the marks and words written on his, were his significant others… last words, ever to say to him. He was told this from the moment he would be able to comprehend, but at the time-- he didn’t care. All that mattered was his father’s approval of his doings, and what he must accomplish for the task at hand.

Loki stared at the writing on his arm, thoughts circling around in his mind. Someday, he’ll meet the one destined to be with him. But how? How did he know, that when the time comes, she’ll be the one for him? What happens that in the end, that it turns out, she/he wasn’t the one?

What if this whole life, he was with the wrong person? Would that person even love him? Him? A guy that desperately wants to be discovered, to be recognized, and cherish the memories they spend together?

He was anxious to find love, he was.

But he was scared.

Fearful.

Terrified.

Because he knew, if someone cared for him, he would have to hear those last words that were implanted on his arm. And those words were horrifying.

Loki walked down the field of flowers, examining the flowers closely. He stopped abruptly when he noticed a particular flower that caught his eye, and crouched down. In that distinct area, there were white lilies everywhere, standing up tall, showcasing themselves to the sun. However, in the middle of the batch, there was a blue lily, crouching down, covered with the other flowers’ vines, small and blocked from any sunlight.

Loki sympathetically stared at it, before gently removing the vines from the blue lily. When he untangled the lily fully, he gently picked it and held it. A smile grew on his face.

He began to walk forward, unaware of his surroundings. Suddenly a voice was heard.

“LOOK OUT!” A voice yelled, stopping abruptly. Loki’s eyes widened, as he fell to the ground, hard, groaning in pain. Slowly opening his eyes, he held his breath.

On top of him, was a figure, around his age. They were much shorter than him, maybe by a foot? A few inches? Besides that, their attire consisted of almost all black, their hair being a remarkable shade of (h/c).

“Can you stop staring?” A voice said Loki’s eyes widened, facing them, he noticed their flustered state.

“S-sorry!” He uttered quickly, his face became beet red.

“Uh-umm… can you, uh-get off of me please?” Loki asked, their face became redder, as they quickly removed themselves off of him.

“Thanks,” Loki said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. The figure laughed at his shyness. “I’m (Y/n), and you?”

“L-Loki.” Loki stuttered, facing the ground. He quickly picked up the discarded apples and handed it to her/him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Silence grew between the two of them, staring at anything but each other. When Loki’s face began to simmer down, he glanced at her/him.

“Umm. So, what were you doing with a bundle of apples running down a slope that size,” he inquired, hoping she/he would respond.

“I usually walk, but I think I went over a few rocks and-- you know.”

“Uh, yeah. I understand completely.” He gazed up at the sky, seeing the starry night sky. Had he been out that long? His father surely would not be happy…

“I have to go now. I’ll see you around?” (Y/n) asked, placing the apples back into her/his arms. Loki smiled.

“Yeah, maybe.” (Y/n) smiled, waving at him before running off.

As Loki watched her/him leaving, his smile grew. For once in his life he felt, loved. Noticed.

He didn’t know why, why she/he was special to him, or why she/he had such an effect on him, but she/he did. And frankly, she/he thought the same thing.

They were soulmates, destined for each other. One, anxious for love, the other, carefree of the thought. It still happened, nonetheless. They would make sure they met again, someday, somehow. But the question that lingered their minds…

When was the last time they’ll ever see each other? And what situation were they in for each other to say those last few words placed on their arm?

They didn’t even know if they truly were soulmates… but it was a risk, each were willing to take.