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christinebloodwrittings · 3 years ago

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Hi there my mutual 💜💗 May I request of you a story where a female y/n gets hit with something during a fight that makes her just absolutely terrified of the people around her, the Avengers + Loki. She's whimper, cower, run away ect. And they have to chase her around the tower + try to convince her they aren't a threat to her.

You ask, I write! Thank you so much 💚💚💚

This one was a little tough to write tho jsjs.

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Loki usually doesn't like to have blood on his hands, but when it comes to you, he throws his rational thinking overboard.

Warnings: Blood, panic, injuries. Fluff.

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(Ignore Sylvie please)

Warming Embrace

For someone whose main skill was espionage, you had been very careless. A bad jump put you on the edge of a building and unfortunately the continuous hail of bullets shattered the sill, causing you to free fall onto the street. But you didn't feel the blow, so you assumed that your body protected you from the shock thanks to the adrenaline, in addition that you would notice the blood running down the back of your neck after the effect runs off.

Maybe that's how you managed to get back to the tower at all, seeing nothing but shapes and faint lights.

“Y/N?” a voice called you, have you heard it before? You saw a tall frame in front of you, so you backed up defensively, “Get away from me!” whoever it was tried to reach out for you, “Y/n please, what happened?” another voice called your name, “Get help she’s bleeding” there was far too many people n the room, well, shapes, out of instinct you dodged every single one of their attempts and succeeded to make your way into what you remembered to be a hallway, but to where?

The damn corridor seemed endless, but even disoriented, dizzy and very nervous, you kept running to hide behind the third door at the end of the corridor, the one that actually opened when you touched it. You closed the door hardly breathing, although feeling how your heart was perfectly out of control. Your hand placed on your chest wasn't exactly an improvement or even a temporary solution, but when your knees gave way the cold floor aroused your sensory nerves, at least you were aware of a familiar sensation, but the pain in your head was strongly present.

Not a few Avengers witnessed the screams and terror that Tony had the misfortune to see in you. Natasha was able to more or less identify the cause, or at least inferred it, she was the first to call the paramedics, however she stopped when Banner warned Loki of your condition, he ran down the hall as if the devil was chasing him.

He came raising smoke to your room but you were not there, a shrill cry gave him your location, the mere sight broke his heart in a thousand pieces.

Panic had taken over your body, you cried for not knowing what to do with yourself. because of this you touched the wound constantly, increasing the pain and your sobbing, in addition you vision was still blurred.

“Hey, hey, It’s ok, I’m Loki” You felt less threatened by the new presence, so much so that your voice immediately died down, still whimpering, “That’s it, let me help you love, I’m going to move your hand away from your wound” he gently lowered your hands off your head and motioned you forward into him, so your forehead would fall onto his shoulder gently.

One hand worked magically stitching up your wound, while the other rubbed your back, absorbing most of the pain.

“Must have been a hard blow, there’s things out of order here, allow me" his magic connected nerve after nerve, until everything clicked back to normal. “Loki?” you almost couldn’t believe it, your sense of smell came back, his cologne hit your brain like a spring breeze, refreshing and comfortable.

“Yes it’s me, don’t worry I won’t hurt you, but I need you to relax” his magic emitted cold waves that soothed the pulses that were hurting your head, his other hand still going up and down your back, “Loki, it…Hurts!” his heart shattered when your voice broke, “I know love, I’m trying to close it as fast as I can” you nuzzled your face into his neck further, your hands gripping the sides of his dress shirt.

“Shh, it’s okay, not much time now, it’s closing, hang on a little longer” he cooed, hearing a couple more whimpers before he closed the wound successfully. When the pressure of his magic was gone your body relaxed violently onto Loki, you were at the verge of passing out of relief, he noticed, acknowledging your state he took you off from the ground and into his arms, “Rest, just let go Y/n, you’re alright now” you drifted off on him, tightly hugging his neck, reason why he had you seated across his lap while he rested on the bed, his back leaning against the wall.

He didn’t minded the back pain, for as long as he had your body close, and he can hear your soft breathing, caress your hair, he memorized your perfume like the lyrics of his favorite song. You stirred on him, letting go of his neck to hug close his chest to your face, you were awake and craving physical love, that sleepy loving smile you gave him was clue enough.

He accommodated himself on the bed, pulling you to his chest on the way, “Thank you Lokes” you whispered, sneaking your hands around his waist, “My pleasure, my love” he kissed your forehead earning a happy giggle and three-hundred kitten kisses to his face, “No, seriously, thank you so much” you chirped, how happy he made you feel, your vision returned so you saw his grin grow and lighten up his face, “Funny you could reach my chambers before your own” what? You looked up and it indeed was his room, you ran blind there, must have been instinctive?

“I was out of my senses, maybe I tried every door and yours opened, coincidence only” fun fact, his doorknob was magically made, if you could open it, it was because he wanted to. “Were you looking for me, darling?” Were you? “Maybe? I don’t know, I’m glad you helped me though, it was really scary” with two fingers he brought your face closer to him and planted a kiss on your temple.

“What happened?” you nuzzled against his neck again, you remembered falling and half the trip back to the tower, so there was not much you could work with. “I hit my head on a mission, I fell” he tightening his grip on your waist, smiling in delight, on it he let a scoff slip, “What’s so funny?” you wondered a bit offended, “No, no” he alarmingly held you closer – if that was possible- trying to fix his mistake, “Sorry, the fact that you came back without your wires connected is not a matter of laugh, it’s true, but it gave me the opportunity to be like this with you” it was impossible not to smile at his charm.

His eyes wandered to his artwork with the stitching, and he started to question himself of how long would it hold, then his mind betrayed him with images of another hysteric panic attack, your blood staining the floor under you, and then… “How are you feeling, love?” his hands started trembling, you noticed, but made him believe you didn’t, “Much better, why? You gonna kick me out?” you sassed, drawing a smile on his face, “You’ll beg me to let you go” suppressed the thought of tickling you, but all he wanted was to keep seeing you smile.

“Dream on, you’re comfortable” he scoffed dramatically, “From prince, to king, to god, only to be used as a pillow” you giggled in response, “My best pillow”. You had missed his forest scent, as if he were a pine tree being embraced by a lavender vine. You had never seen him washing clothes, but his shirts were always clean, soft and aromatic, could it be a detergent? he is so warm, you knew his nature Jotnar, which surprised you, since he should be cold, but he is so warm and welcoming.

“Oh really?” he flipped you over, gently laying your head on the pillow, “Then, you’re mine too” he made sure you were okay, studying your face and body language, but as soon as you laughed and threw your arms around his neck, he relaxed.

“Whatever you say mischief” you taunted.

“Say it” he whispered with a smile, teasing eyes.

“I’m yours lokes” after a few laughs you admitted it, but you felt something off, he was constantly tensed, you noticed it in his jaw and the vein on his neck.

“You’re worried” his eyes wandered off yours, busted. “I’m here Loki, nothing happened to me thanks to you. Here, hear it” you sat up, pushed him backwards gently so you could sit on his lap, towering him a little, the extra height allowed you to pull his head gently against your chest, your heartbeat hammering against his ear.

Relief, that's what he felt in simple words. Being so close to your breasts, it seemed incredible to him that the last thing he thought was indecencies, he was going to fall asleep in fact, his eyes felt heavy, just knowing that you were fine and happy with him, took away all the anxiety on his body.

“See? I’m alive, I’m here, happily in your warming embrace” If it wasn't for your voice he would’ve drifted off, he only murmured against your neck an affirmative response, taking in your smell and how you reacted to him, goosebumps grew under his chin.

“I was scared, it won’t leave my head…the way you looked” you were scared yourself, but you couldn´t imagine how distressing it must have been for him.

“Loki” he looked up to you, his chin pressing against your breasts, “How about I ditch all my missions for this season? We go somewhere, anywhere, just you and me” he opened his eyes wide, as if he had heard you wrong, “What’s that about?” it was impossible for him to hold back his smile, even giggled a little.

“I’ve been away from you too long, and I feel…like I had enough of…” you pointed at your suit, “this” he understood, you weren’t exactly a couple, but you enjoyed each other, took care of each other, you were an unspoken relationship.

You weren't sure what you wanted from him... Until he was the first thing you saw when you came to your senses. “I want us…you and me…this” you pointed him and you, making allusion to your point, “First stop, Asgard, I want you to meet my mother” he was serious, so you knew he understood.

“Great! I would love to thank her... for you. Maybe after that, London?” he kissed you, his hands grasping your shoulder blades, “I will take you to the lakes of Vanaheim. Crystal clear waters and endless green forests, like something out of a fairy tale” he knew you liked them, so you planted a kiss on his lips, gently tugging at his raven locks.

After a while you broke the kiss, but you didn't take your forehead off hers, in fact, you gently held your head so it wouldn't move. Still with your eyes closed you murmured "Just you and me", your heart wanted to jump out of your chest when you heard him smile, his arms pressing your stomach to your chest.

“You and me, beautiful” he was truly happy.

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theaudacitytowrite · 4 years ago

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Sting

Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: I finally finished this fic that tormented me for months now. What a short break from writing can effect^^ This is basically a mixture of Sting by The Neighbourhood; Already gone and You’re enough by Sleeping at last.

I thought of this plot months ago at work when I stumbled over Sting (and yes I did bawl my eyes out at work, just because I thought about it bc I’m a softy who will cry at anything, especially when I’m stressed). So I hope you can enjoy this and I can manage to make you feel some things…

Italics are his thoughts.

Warnings: Angst without happy end, break up fic and you can’t even be mad at him

Summary: Loki decides to break things off but the reason behind it are more complicated than you realize.

word count: 2.462

Loki chewed on his lips absently as he was lost deep in thought, zoned out for a while now. His thoughts were running deep grooves into his brain as they chased after themselves, turning in circles over and over again. His eyes were trained on something random in the distance, his vision blurry as he didn’t pay any mind to it.

He hadn’t heard Y/N enter his room which she frequented the majority of the time, basically living there the last couple of months. Loki neither registered as she slowly approached him. While she came closer Loki finally took note of a presence when muffled strings of words slowly intruded his ears, not yet processing in his brain. He snapped out of it once Y/N waved envelopes in front of his eyes.

“Earth to Lo?” she chuckled amused, “Were you even listening?”

“Hm?” he shook off the last remnants of his daze and sat up straight on his couch.

“I said that Tony informed me that our mail must’ve gotten mixed up. He gave me some of ours and told me to look through the stack he gave you this morning.” she smiled at him gently as she reiterated.

“Oh.” was the only sound to escape his throat. Surprised by the lack of words Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. His tongue seemed to have turned into lead overnight. She had noticed his peculiar demeanour this morning when he clearly had avoided her that even Thor had become suspicious of his brothers' behaviour.

“Hey what’s wrong, sweets?” she gently combed through his hair and cupped his cheek in her hands, looking at him worried.

“Nothing, just tired.” he mumbled and turned away from her touch, “The mail should be on the sideboard in the bedroom.”

Y/N nodded slowly and mustered him for just a moment longer. She decided against confronting Loki. When he was ready, he would come to her eventually. She scurried toward the bedroom, glancing at him one more time before she disappeared into the other room.

When she vanished from his field of view Loki let out a breath he had been holding. He let his head fall into his hands, tugging at his strands in frustration. He had to do it. Now or never. It would only hurt more the longer he would wait. And he already had hesitated and delayed longer than he should’ve, his own pesky feelings he had sworn not to allow, slinging around his stomach and heart and holding him back from what he had to do. But soon it would be over and once she’d realize that this was for her best, she might not even resent him for it. But that didn’t matter since he wouldn’t be present for it anyway.

But what would he tell her now? How would he even begin?

“Loki?” her shaky voice startled him. His head snapped towards her and his breath bogged down in his throat. Y/N held an opened envelope in her left hand on which her name was neatly written. In her right hand that blasted piece of paper, Loki cursed with every fibre of his existence.

“What is this?” she questioned with a strained voice. Loki searched desperately for words but to no avail, as his mouth gaped but nothing came out, his tongue stuck in his throat and just too heavy to heave.

“Did you-,” she gulped hard, “Are you breaking up with me…. with a letter?”

Loki pulled himself together. He got up from the spot he was sitting and gathered all the disdain and indifference he could muster up before he spoke up.

“Yes.” he simply answered at first and it stung, it stung so much worse than he had made himself believe it even could.

“No.” she shook her head in disbelief, her head still trying to compute what was happening right now.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Loki added dryly and had difficulties delivering the line without some regret lacing the words.

“Well how did you want me to find out?” she lost her countenance for a second before she flexed her hands into tight fists to regain her calmness “I guess preferably alone while you’re already gone for good, for god knows how long?”

“Please don't take this the wrong way.” he returned her gaze, trying to keep the upper hand on this so as not to let her look behind this charade.

“The wrong way?” she scoffed appalled, “Please enlighten me what the right way is when your boyfriend chooses to run away instead of talking through the issues he has.”

Her outburst was only met with silence from his part.

“You're a coward Loki!” she huffed angrily and visibly disappointed and hurt by his refusal to explain his thought process. But he couldn’t. He wished he had never written these venomous lines that were already seeping deeply into her veins, poisoning her heart. His gaze fell to the ground in shame, yet his blank expression never wavering even the slightest bit.

“If you had talked to me I could’ve done something about it, change whatever bothers you.” she began to bargain as she couldn’t accept his sudden change of heart. After all, he had pursued her, not the other way around, “ I could’ve done things a little bit differently, We could've moved in a better direction than this.” she sobbed.

‘You couldn't have loved me better.’ his heart wanted to scream out.

“It doesn't matter where we would’ve taken this road. It never would've worked out right.” he simply turned her down and gulped hard.

‘We were never meant for do or die. We were meant to say goodbye.’ his mind reasoned with his own heart, trying to shut it up and stop making this more difficult by fighting it.

But his heart didn’t rest easy with it. Something tugged on it violently, threatening to pull it out agonizingly slow as he couldn’t turn away from facing her. Her eyes were already red-rimmed and the hot tears had gathered plentiful, ready to spill any second now. Loki could see how desperately she tried to keep it together, her emotions taking a toll on her as they ran down all the stages of grief at a sickening pace. From shock to disbelief, anger, bargaining and just now arriving at dejection.

Looking at her made it so much harder. That’s why he had written this godforsaken letter in the first place because he knew that he was in this too deep already. He had done what he had promised himself to never to do again. Be vulnerable and let someone in again.

‘She’ll find another.’ his mind chimed in, ‘Someone that doesn't always make her cry.’

Only then he noticed her tears rolling down her cheeks and her heart-wrenching sobs and sniffles. He hadn’t come here to hurt her but now he couldn't stop.

“I tried to be someone else for you… I really tried so hard.” his tongue betrayed him for a second and he bit back the desperate pleas of his heart, physically biting down forcefully on his tongue until he tasted the familiar taste of iron.

“What do you mean?” she hiccuped confused. Loki pondered if he should be honest to her one last time or lie instead for the sake of her life and happiness. He had put her in harm's way one too many times. This was the least he could do for her safety.

“This facade, this badly written play. It’s all fiction.” he decided for the latter.

‘I just want you to move on... someone has to go and you would never leave me.’ he tried to justify his doing. What was this short period of hurt for her in comparison to all the glee and happiness she would experience once he wasn’t part of her life anymore? She would finally be free from him. It would balance this out for sure, he tried to reason with his screaming heart.

“I don’t think I can quite follow you on this?” she glared at him.

“I tried to be someone else for you. I changed my way just so you would fall in love with me and I succeeded” he breathed out a laugh, “But I can’t continue this any longer. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“What are you talking about, Lo? You’re the man I know. I have the proof standing right in front of me.” she disagreed.

“No! You only like this fictitious image you painted of me in your head. That’s why you’re blind to the truth.” he growled at her, “That little dream you spun in your mind to soothe your own heartache. You were so eager to find someone, anyone to fill in the role of the leading character that would bring you comfort, happiness… love.

And I took on that role eagerly, without hesitation or consideration of your feelings.”

“So what if I like to dream?” she slowly began to feel unsettled, the tone of this conversation suddenly becoming darker, almost threatening, “Loki you are my dream come true!”

“That’s what you like to think.” he countered dryly, “You ignored all these red flags happily, that I was no good for you just to hold onto what you created in your mind.

But what is this dream worth? Nothing! Because one day you would’ve woken up and realized that it had been a sham. All of it! Just hollow words and you would’ve stood there, alone and heartbroken, wondering how you could’ve been so wrong about a person. How you could’ve wasted so much time with someone that clearly isn’t suited for you.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” she called him out, “What about our first kiss? You swooned about our first dates even after months had passed. You said you loved me. You told me how these past months have been the happiest months you had in a long while. We laughed, we cried and we comforted each other time and time again. Nobody is that good of an actor.”

“Darling,” he chuckled darkly, “you forget who I am. I am Loki Laufeyson, God of lies and mischief.”

“I believe the mischief part, but of lies-” she wanted to argue. Loki didn’t like how Y/N had managed to unravel his spiel layer by layer, slowly but surely coming to conclusions about his intentions. She already understood too much, he had to end it now.

“I am not the man you think. I am not the man you want!” he raised his voice.

‘I’m not the man you deserve!’ his mind bellowed in unison.

“But you are! All these nights we laid awake and talked about the things we wanted. Our plans for the future. You can’t tell me these were lies. Remember all the things we wanted?” Loki shook his head tired.

“Like what? Children?” He knew the next words he utter would bring him to the point of no return. But he had to do it. If not for his sanity then for her sake.

“Just imagine our children! How fucked would they be?” he scoffed disgusted, “Their dad a psycho while their mummy lives in a dream!”

‘Now all our memories are haunted’ his heart informed him wearily.

Y/Ns face fell into a frown and she nodded slowly, processing his words. She swallowed thickly before she met his glare again.

“Is that what this is about?” she finally realized why this had felt so out of the blue, this wasn’t Loki speaking right now. The only logical explanation she could think of was Loki’s insecurities he had confided to her. This must have been all his troubles and doubts acting up and talking for him, “Loki, I promise you, you are more than enough.”

‘I love you.’ his heart came to heel.

“You need to stop adding question marks onto periods. I love you, I do. Not an image or a fantasy, you!”

‘I have always loved you.’

“I know you had it rough growing up and these shadows of the past tend to grow with us. But you can’t give any mind to them. They’re just some old ghosts that we’re attached to. They make you blind to the truth that is right in front of you.” she allowed her heart to bend freely for a moment.

‘And I love you right this instant!’

“I just hope that you’ll one day be able to dream as well. If it's a dream we share or if they’re separate ones… that doesn’t matter as long as you can start to see just how wonderful you truly are Loki.” she sniffled.

‘And I will always love you.’

“I can’t force you to love me. And I can’t force you to want this. I just want you to know that you’re the man, you say you only pretend to be. You need time to figure yourself out. I understand that. I will give you as much space as you need.”

‘I simply and wholeheartedly love you.’ his heart confessed silently for Y/N, yet it pounded heavily in Loki’s chest.

Y/N took a deep breath and sighed, dreading her next words even though she knew it was the right choice.

“Just tell me what you want and I will accept whatever you need.” she searched his gaze intently, willing him to speak his mind.

Loki meanwhile was at his wit's end. All he wanted was to run up to her and close the space between them so he could pull her against his chest and never let go of her ever again. Instead, he just stared at her feet, not able to face her broken heart any longer. He couldn’t see her fighting against new tears that rose up when he didn’t answer, putting the final nail into the coffin of what they once had.

“So this is it?” she croaked out, his lack of will to fight for this wearing her down.

‘I'm sorry.’

“I see.” she accepted their fate, “I will get my stuff when you’re on the mission.”

‘I can’t even thank you enough for everything.’ he sadly realized. He had pictured this conversation so differently. But who was he to dictate Y/N’s reaction?

‘I hope you know just how much I love you…’

Y/N shuffled towards the door, arms tightly wrapped around herself.

‘I love you enough to let you go.’

When the doors fell shut he sunk onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably.

‘This is for the best.’

He repeated over and over again in his head as he stared at the crumpled paper between his fingers.

A message from outer space.

A message with peril and ill intent.

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lokiskitten · 4 years ago

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Hello! i was wondering if you could write a loki fluff/smut where it's the reader's birthday and everyone completely forgets except for him. Thank you!

Loki Laufeyson | thoughtful behavior

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : right when you thought everyone in Asgard had managed to forget about your birthday, you decide to pay a visit to Loki down in the dungeons. Surprisingly enough, he ends up being the only one who remembers about your birthday. Now, is it nothing but a friendly behavior, or simply a trick in order to soften you up and escape?

warnings : none.

Even if it was meant to be the best, this day had officially managed to rise at the top of your worst days list. You had just turned eighteen, yet no one in this kingdom seemed to remember about your birthday. Not even your own friends. This rather humiliating situation easily led you to develop an upset and stupid behavior, and your feet were now leading you down the stairs which would take you to the dungeons. After Odin had forbidden for anyone to visit his youngest son, you hadn’t been able to see Loki in ages. And you missed him.

Arriving upon the glistening cells, your eyes were first to look around the intimidating surroundings, spotting a couple of creepy creatures which thankfully remained locked away behind the electric barrer which composed their cell. They seemed to be aware of what awaited for them if they ever dared to step too close to the transparent walls, which was probably the reason to why they refused to move any closer to your silhouette. Finally managing to get your eyes off the monsters, your head turned to your left, orbs now landing onto Loki’s familiar sight.

He hadn’t noticed your presence yet, which you couldn’t blame as his face was diverted down towards a seemingly interesting book. Bringing his finger up to his lips, Loki licked the tip of his digit before swiping to the next page. You now stood before his cell, and it didn’t take long for his senses to notice your presence. His head was first to move up, eyes then diverting towards your face through the transparent barrer which composed the wall of his cell. He didn’t seem any surprised, and in fact remained calmer and quieter than he’s ever been.

“Hey.” You spoke shyly, attempting to initiate conversation and sincerely hoping that he would accept to talk with you on such a tough day. Loki deciding to ignore you would’ve been the drop which would’ve managed to make the vase overflow. Closing his book, the demigod tilted his head and allowed a grin to appear on his lips. “Y/n? How... surprising.” He spoke on a sarcastic and uninterested tone, head turning back towards the wall as he pronounced those few words. You could tell that he was upset, and it disturbed your already troubled soul. Something you wouldn’t deny was that you hadn’t really made any efforts to visit him through the time he spent locked up down here.

“Loki, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to see you sooner. Your father is very tough, you know. How are you?” You asked after allowing a frustrated sigh to escape your lips, sincerely hoping he would put his attitude to the side and appreciate this moment you two were about to spend together. “I’m doing... good. As good as I could ever be.” He responded before getting up on his feet and walking to his bed. “Beyond the fact that I was locked up by my own father and deprived of the throne.” The tall man added nonchalantly as he allowed the book to fall down onto the bedside table. Face to his negativity your face dropped towards the ground, sigh escaping your trembling lips upon being face to face to the fact that he might have forgotten about your birthday too.

However, you were soon to jump to surrealistic conclusions. Upon sensing your sadness, Loki’s head briefly tilted towards yours, noticing the way you seemed to be pitifully staring at the ground. And just like that, the demigod remembered about today’s date- and that it was your birthday. Feeling embarrassed and uneasy face to your sorrow, the raven haired man remained silent though bit down on the inside of his cheek, blue eyes looking around as his brain attempted to find a way to make you feel better. He was soon to step closer to the transparent bay, upper body bending over slightly as a grin appeared on his face. He was attempting to make eye contact with you.

“Happy birthdayyyy.” Loki announced lowly, earning nothing from you but an ungrateful shrug. This sight made him frown, as if he was left unsatisfied about your lack of positive reaction. Thankfully, his magic was going to be handful regarding the platonic situation he now had to deal with. As you continued to stare at the floor or the wall, you began hearing irritating squeaks coming from your friend- which made you look up out of pure curiosity. He had his back turned towards you, and seemed to be working on something as you could notice that his arms and elbows moved at a rather fast and concentrated pace.

Suddenly, Loki turned around with one of his arms extended towards the outside, smile on his face as he could now present to you his made up gift. It was a mini Loki made out of rubber balloons, which adorned a smile on its face. And even if it lacked a lot of details, this rubber doll still looked like him and that mostly due to the undeniable features such as the green suit and it’s long black hair. “It’s a mini me! Now you can take me everywhere with you.” He spoke proudly, desperately waiting for a reaction coming from you. You felt amused and touched by this gesture, yet you couldn’t help but feel turned off by the fact that this present revolved around him, which only reflected Loki’s natural self-centered mind.

Upon earning nothing from you but a judgmental look, Loki’s smile dropped as the balloon doll popped within his palms. None of you flinched, and your head ended up diverting away from his silhouette again. Noticing that you were clearly not satisfied with his first present, Loki felt like giving up on your case due to his enormous ego. How dare she deny my gift? But after second thoughts, his heart managed to feel pain face to your sad self. It only took him a couple of seconds to find a new idea, something he knew you would truly enjoy. Without bothering to turn around, Loki began to use his magic in order to summon an object in his hands. It was first surrounded with grin mist, which progressively faded away as the object formed.

Your attention got caught by the sound of Loki’s spells, eyes diverting upwards and landing on the sight of the formatting object. Now, this had enhanced your curiosity and interest, and you were officially offering all of your attention to the working man. Within seconds, a beautiful music box appeared on top of Loki’s joint palms. It adorned his colors indeed- green and gold- yet its beauty managed to chase away any negative thoughts from your once saddened mind. You found yourself in awe face to this music box, and Loki felt like it was the perfect occasion to open it and allow the melody to play in your ears.

If you once thought that the box was pretty, it was nothing compared to the music it contained. Your heart began to race face to this romantic attention, cheeks heating up as you looked back up at Loki. “It’s.. beautiful.” You affirmed without a doubt, grin forming on your face. The demigod had just managed to make your day better by chasing away all of the irrelevant worries your mind had accumulated. Loki smiled back yet unexpectedly began to drag the music box back towards his stomach, soon clasping the opening close. You were left clueless face to this selfish and confusing gesture.

A frown formed on your face as you looked up at him. “what?..” you couldn’t seem to understand why he had suddenly decided to back away- and that with your present. A sigh escaped Loki’s lips as he looked down at the music box, his hand gripping tight onto the fragile material. He suddenly seemed embarrassed, saddened nearly. “I’m just sad I won’t be able to give it to you for now.” He explained, gasping anxiously before allowing his blue eyes to look up at you. You managed to understand his pain, and honestly felt touched face to how sincere he- for once- seemed to be.

“You keep it. When the day comes, I’ll be waiting, ready for you to return my gift.” You explained before allowing a smile to appear on your lips, in hopes that it would allow the man to feel better about the situation. However, even if Loki wouldn’t admit it, your visit had managed to brighten up his own day.

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 4 years ago

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give me 2 lifelines

Loki Laufeyson x female reader x Nuada (SMUT)

Anon asked: I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

SMUT AHEAD, 18+, sir/king kink, threesome MMF, dominant vibes,ah, you know the drill

!WARNING! THIS IS MY FIRST THREESOME WRITING IF IT'S BAD, PLEASE, BE GENTLE WITH ME! (p.s if you like it support me with a KOFI)

I am not the best at grammar so if there are any mistakes, sorry! Now, enjoy!

"Tell me about him."

"About who, Loki?"

"Your past lover with the fairly peculiar name."

"Nuada? Why?"

"You said his name yesterday in your sleep, dove."

"Sorry."

"Why for? Now, was he comparable to me?"

She giggles "A little. He held himself to the same elevated royal regard like you."

"Oh."

"But that was his downfall."

"Oh..."

"That was years ago. I am certain he forgot about me. I love you."

"I love you too, princess. However, you are untrue about one thing."

"About what?"

"Whoever you cross paths with, you leave an irreplaceable print on their lives. I am sure that Nu-a-da feels the same."

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"Nuada..." her words echoed off the magical glass and into his ears picking up the sad tone his eyes picking up only the cold wall he faced. "I am leaving. I need to go back Hellboy told me that being in this world is bad for me I need to go back to MY home. I will NOT see you again."

He stands up seeing the form of his former lover disappear in gold flakes with his hand raised. "Y/n.'"her desperate name befalls off his lips.

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Nuada stands up walking towards his today's visitor, his twin sister. Nuala. "Brother." he retorted "Sister."

Her hand reaches her chest. The thin fabric mashing into her narrow fingers. "I feel a tremendous distress from you."

"Ha, that gloom followed me when you betrayed me for the big red rock." he argued his attitude spiteful.

Nuala shakes her head "No, this sadness is beyond comparison. Unexplainable." she refuted moving closer to the shield her hand on the magical glass."This is heartbreak. For a certain being." Nuada's eyes gazing at her eyeing her mouth "For a human girl." His eyes twitched.

"That is forgone now. My actions are-" she cuts him off "-Are empty. Wanting nothing more than to have her back your arms wanting to do to everything and comprise everything to be with her. Since no price is too imperial for her."

"Enough!"

His turmoil echoed in the cell his kin standing her hand moving through the glass, his eyes cleared in shock.

"You could have run but you didn't, your powers exceed far more than mine. But you stayed for her, to pay the dues and to show in front of her a new creature. A new man how the humans would say."

Nuada walks striding out of the cell inquiring her with a breathless "Why?"

Nuala only cackles giving a minor shudder "Go... Find her."

Nuada steps off the stairs and moves out of the prison. His silver hair lifting off in the air that breezed through the long stands she caressed each night before they slept. His eyes that Y/n swore were made from molten gold searched into the area searching for his swords. His steps falling silent as he hears a small swish of magic, he turns to find a portal laced with green hues. He looks at the portal seeing no one only hearing the faint whisper of someone he yeared for.

"I am telling you. Bruce would manage to lift the hammer if he was in the elevator. No one can change my mind."

Y/N.

With no attending thoughts in his brain, his legs strode in front of him and into the portal that lured him so deceivingly in. The thick air that resided in his lungs was no more as he saw the same room he used to sneak in. The same cabinet he stubs his toe too many times and the small long mirror that was placed on the wall in front of the bed. He was here. Nuada was present in Y/N's room. The door opens and he sees her... and she sees him as the loud clang of swords fall from his pale blue hands. Y/n's steps coming to a halt. In front of her stood the former lover, the hair she kissed and braided was now much longer almost touching his buttcheeks the high cheekbones still current as ever the same markings on his skin stayed.

"Nuada? Wh-what are you doing here?"

She doesn't know how to acknowledge knowing that her present lover will come by any time soon. Her mind belonged to Loki. But what about her heart? Was there still room for Nuada to stand proud in?

"She told me to see you. She felt my eternal heartbreak that was left between us."

He steps closer, his hands reaching for her, her holding hands daily not yet remembering how rough he was. Y/N froze. There was no better way to explain it. Her brain worked overtime like a hamster in a wheel while her heart thudded in her ears and throat.

"I don't know what to say. We broke up. ever since you went to prison."

"I want to remove that, that memory. Seeing your face in vast anguish was something never I desired for."

Y/n flinches as her hands move away from his. Retorting with a small sigh "Still, we can not be together, Nuada, I am from a different world. Remember what Abe said:

"If you say here for too long your body will not manage to live here. It will kill itself slowly and who knows maybe that portal which you travel through will not open one day and you will lose all your loved ones."

"You can not stay here Nuada. You need to go back."

She wanted to shift away but his warmth and his authentic hands gradually and agonizingly pulled her in, her head resting on his shoulder. They stayed like that in silence while Nuada explains himself "My jewel, will you let me rewrite the wrongs of my life? Will you let me come back in and try to find the peace that you carry within you. I am lost without you?"

Y/n derides as her hand nudges against his chest tears probing outside of her eyes "What do you think felt like? When I came back after you were taken I had to rebuild myself, my job which I lost as I was traveling too much between realms and had to mask it. I had very bad thoughts that took a toll on me. you cannot ask for me to 'open my heart and welcome you with open arms. If it wasn't for Loki-"

"-Who is Loki?"

"My current BOYFRIEND. My lover."

Nuada footed back not even thinking that maybe she moved on with her life and found love with another. He didn't think how much damage he did to her heart that was already harmed.

"And who are you, stranger?" Loki's voice stirs through Y/n's ears and Nuada's, as well as both of them, turn to the god himself.

"Loki!" Y/n moved towards him already fearing what he thought "Nothing happened, I swear."

His finger reaches up to her cheek caressing the supple skin as she leans into his warm touch momentary closing her eyes. Not going unnoticed by the long-haired creature himself. "I know, lover. It is alright." he strides past her walking towards Nuada his green suit being slightly knowledgeable to Nuada.

"Have you-" "I assure you stranger, we are meeting for the first time. What is your name? What are you called?"

"Prince Nuada."

Loki swivels to Y/n "So that is him. dove? Perplexing..." Loki gazes at the creature noticing his marks on his body while his hand points to the marks "Are you a warrior? A bad one?" he grins seeing the small twitch in Nuada's eyebrow.

"I have spoken before my title is that of a prince. And what are you?"

"I am a God."

Loki walks back to Y/n holding her hand in his own bringing it up to his lips giving it the small peck she needs to zone back into reality and feel the gravity of this situation.

"Shall we?" "Yes..."

Nuada gazes and he feels the words jump out "I WILL DO ANYTHING TO BE WITH YOU, MY JEWEL!" they both halt turning to look at the elf "My pride is nothing compared to that to be kissed by your lips and to be filled by your love."

"Nuada, please... Stop this."

Nuada was a dominant creature of pride his name was not to be said without a shiver running down the spine of the person who said his name. The dangerous exterior and the harsh demeanor changed as Nuada kneeled, his pride stowed away not to see the light of this day.

"I still love her. She STILL possesses my heart."

Loki chuckles while he resolves, holding Y/n's hand

"What can we do about it? She has my heart as well."

Y/n subsisted in surprise staying between two of the same coin not already feeling the familiar tinge of arousal going through her body. Loki turns to Nuada indicating with a grin.

"Let us share her."

"Loki!!!"

He turns back to her kissing her lips saying in a bare hum "What else do you want me to do dove? You can see who much he IS willing to go through just to have a taste of your nectar. We can stop if that is what you wish for."

Y/n gasped out feeling Nuada pressed flush against her backside his hand traveling across her back.

"No."

"Then it's determined."

Loki looked at Y/n flushed eyes her iris almost despairing while she felt Nuada's long lost lips on her neck kissing and attending to her every carnal need she was deprived of. Loki took no more than a second to unbutton her shirt as she moaned at his cold fingers "No, use your magic." she barely managed to say it.

Loki takes it into account snapping his fingers as Y/n's, Nuada's, and Loki's clothes despair off of them leaving them naked. Nuada snatched her back onto the bed letting her softly sit down as Loki went behind her letting her rest her head on his abs. Nuada one more kneels looking solely at Y/n's

"May, I taste you, my jewel?" she nods as Nuada lets his lips open his tongue coming out and landing softly at the bottom of her folds tracing slowly up hearing her moans that he missed dearly. Loki kept an eye on her seeing her head drop against his stomach her eyes shut closed while her nipples begged for him to attend to them. His hands glided down giving her a message turning the nubs softly following the rhythm of Nuada's pace. As Nuada went up he found the one thing that gave her the nickname she carries for him his finger gently removing the fold and showing her clit "My only jewel." he mused seeing the deep red blush on her cheeks her eyes squinting not wanting to show her full-blown eyes his lips land around her clit sucking the delicate nerve bundle pulling slowly back giving her more depth to her passion. As her moans filled the room, Nuada HAD to rut his hips into the edge of the mattress wishing for just some sort of friction he craved for. Loki was nothing different either.

Y/n could feel his tip at the bottom of her head hard and quivering in rhythm with her moans each of the being anguish.

"I am close."

Loki answers sternly "Nuada, stop."

Nuada obediently ends peeking at the God, knowing he needs to play nice or otherwise he won't feel Y/n around him. "Let's fill her. Would you like that my beautiful Queen?"

"Yes." she rasped out "Yes, what?" "Yes, My King."

"Now, turn on your stomach. Nuada, we will swap our positions."

Nuada asks trying to hold still some ropes of authority "When will I feel her?"

Loki walks to him grabbing his chin forcefully "You, prince, will have your turn but for now, you will get her sacred mouth. Do you mind that Y/n?"

Y/n shakes her head between the power play that was in front of her "No."

Nuada kneels on the bed seeing Y/n beneath him, his cock twitched wanting nothing more than to take her and kill the god that was playing the power play over his royal birthright. Loki stood at the bed seeing her slick wet and pulling, taking his member into his hand pushing in, giving Nuada the head nod as Nuada places his cock in Y/n's mouth feeling her tongue beneath his cock while he slid further down listening to the audible gag reflex.

Y/n didn't know how to explain being throat fucked by a former King of Elf's and being fucked by a God of Mischief, feeling her both holes stretched with no remorse... And thriving in the fantasy.

"Can I move, pet?" Loki begged as he hears the audible Mhh from the bottom of her mouth. Jerking back from her pussy the tight walls would want nothing more than to hold him inside as Nuada continued to feel every inch of her mouth.

"Now, ah, Y/n your rule. You are not to cum until myself and Nuada cum inside you. You understand?"

At the command, she felt a powerful shiver in her body as rather of her voice her body replied as she became wetter at the demand. Loki chuckles as he looks at Nuada seeing his hand in Y/n's hair griping guiding her to a pace he knew she could take.

"Are you alright with that, Nuada? Having her being filled by mine and your seed."

"Yes. I can't wait to see her filled with our milk."

A few more thrusts and the men that were subdued at her body came. Y/n trying to hold in her orgasm. Loki pulls out feeling the cold air on his warm cock. While Nuada pulled slowly seeing her mouth full with his cum her eyes teary.

"Thank you... Sir," she said as a small smile was on Y/n's face. Loki looks at the two of them chuckling "She is all yours, Nuada." Loki and Nuada once more switch places as Loki attentively wipes the mix of drool and saliva pushing it back into her mouth giving her a sloppy kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, my King." she smiled. Nuada feels inching his cock to her folds pushing in. Her walls clutching at the tip he halts feeling the mix of Loki's cum and her own giving him silenced in. Closing her eyes she feels Loki's hand travel past her breasts, stomach and halting at her clit playfully flicking it.

"Loki!" she cries as the nerves shock her. "Do you like it, while play with your jewel while Nuada is thrusting in you, hopefully breeding a child in your womb, Y/n? Do you like it? To have a child and to share it with me and Nuada as fathers?"

"Yes!!! Nuada, fill me up well! Places!" the level she stooped to screen to out she didn't know she had it in her. Nuada thrust feeling her pull him only further in her walls clutching him for all she is worth. Loki pulls his hand back seeing the tears stream down Y/n's cheek.

"Do you wish to cum pet?" "Yes!"

Loki looks at Nuada seeing him give a nod and he responds "Then cum."

One more time and y/n doesn't see her lover only a white light as her orgasm rolled out of her. Talia felt Nuada ruts his hips into hers and as he slowly pulled out she felt full and replenished with their cum something filthy felt so powerful.

Wow, need holy water on my eyes. thanks for reading. tell me what you think. Hope you liked it.

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sweetsunflowerkisses · 4 years ago

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the library.

Pairing: Loki (MCU) x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst (??)

Warnings: Implied Character Death , Mentions of Loki’s faked death, Descriptions of falling?, Cannon Divergence, Making a bunch of shit up about Asgardian relationships and Asgardians in general? Angst, Bad writing TvT

Summary: In your final moments you reflect on your relationship with Loki and wish that you could be back at the library with him.

Word Count: 1.9k (It’s kinda short TvT)

a/n: I was rewatching Thor and the first avengers movie and this idea popped into my head and I kinda hate myself for writing it :D Also I’m working on Secret Identities Are Hard To Keep, I promise TvT

Falling. You had always wondered what it would feel like going from a height like this. It was almost euphoric, the wind pushing against your back as you fell, carrying your tears up with it. These were your final moments, you knew that, there was no surviving a fall from this height, not even with the strength provided by the asgardian blood that ran through your veins. So you did what most people did in their final moments, reflected on how you got here.

It all started centuries ago, in the golden palace on Asgard, the place where you were raised as a noble, your father being one of the Allfather’s most trusted advisers. Your memory of those years were riddled with the overwhelming feelings of loneliness, your only company being the vast array books in the palace library. You were lonely until the day you met him.

It was a day like any other, your father was tied up in various meetings with the Allfather and other important asgardians and like always you were camped out in the library. Through the years that you had spent here it had become your safe space and in the very back in a small corner was your place of happiness there was a small emerald chaise lounge with just the right amount of light and all of the books you had ever enjoyed stacked up around it. What you didn’t expect was for someone to already be occupying your oh so sacred spot.

He was stretched out on the lounge, his thin form but tall form draping over the edge a book in hand. You knew who he was of course, you were a noble after all, the dark prince, the forgotten prince, the boy that spent his years in his brother's shadow. In all of your 400+ years you don’t think you had ever seen him so peaceful, so you did what you usually did around people, you turned to leave. What you weren’t expecting was to feel the feather light touch of a hand on your wrist.

You looked up your eyes meeting his soft green ones. You wondered how he knew about this corner, about you and your time here, but pushed the thought aside as your gazes locked. There was something there, an unspoken understanding from one outsider to the other. He smiled softly, pulling a book out of seemingly nowhere and handing it to you wordlessly. You smiled in thanks and watched as he left, his green cape swaying behind him. And that was how it started.

You would have expected falling to be something that was over quickly yet it somehow seemed like the longest moment of your life. You knew you were getting closer though, you could see the tops of other buildings now, so as you waited you went back to thinking.

After that fateful meeting your relationship with the raven haired prince slowly started to change, for nearly fifty years the two of you would simply give each other books you thought the other would like, starting off wordlessly and eventually progressing into bigger and bigger conversations until the two of you would spend hours in the library together, animatedly talking about whatever book you were interested in that day, no doubt blowing off countless responsibilities your fathers had begun to place on you now that you were growing older.

It was around a hundred years after your first meeting that your relationship crossed from friendly conversations to stolen kisses and secret meetings. The two of you were around 500 and 600 now, both preparing for your futures. Loki trained to become both a warrior and a king, despite the limited possibility of him ascending to the throne, and you training alongside Her Majesty the Queen and other female nobles, preparing to become the perfect wife and partner for the next generation of Asgardian nobles. Yet you still found time for each other, spending as much time as you could together, only finding comfort in one another.

It was when the two of you hit 900 and 800 that Loki became consumed by his anger. It was in secret of course, as most of his emotions often were, but his emotions were always something you and you alone had the privilege of seeing. By now you and the pale prince were an official couple, Odin and Frigga having blessed the relationship, allowing Loki to court you and eventually allowing the two of you to biome some form of official, not married, but official enough to be allowed to share a bedchamber without getting odd looks.

In the past Loki had always confessed his anger to you, never allowing it to influence his actions, reveling in the catharsis he achieved by ranting to you as you played with his hair, but now, as he watched his arrogant brother become more and more loved by the people, as he watched his brother be promised the throne despite his hotheadedness and obsession with being a warrior, something within him snapped. Now he would yell for hours on end, often trashing your chambers, rather than his usual soft kisses that were full of love, his kisses were messy, needy and full of all the rage he could never show. It was in everything he did every emotion tainted by the anger that masked the true emotion. But you accepted him, every bit of him and so you did what you could. You matched his energy but also reminded him that you were still there, still there to give him new books, still there to play with his hair and still there for him to lean on.

As you fell your thoughts wandered back to the present, you were nearly there, you could hear the screams below, and you could see the chitauri army and the chaos that they brought with them. You could see the faint outline of Iron Man landing on the tower and your thoughts once again returned to Loki and everything that brought you here.

After the exile of Thor and the era of Loki as King you thought maybe everything would stop, the looks and the whispers that everyone would finally stop treating Loki like he was just a liar and a danger, you yearned for and prayed for the return of the Loki you fell in love with. You were distraught when Thor returned, telling you that Loki’s ascension to the throne was all based on lies, that he had been responsible for the frost giants that had gotten in the palace, that he had tried to kill his friends, that he had tried to kill his brother. And that he was now plotting something far worse. Somehow, as much as you didn’t want to, you knew it was true, but despite everything you knew that your feelings wouldn’t change. So you fought Thor, or at least tried, not being able to actually bring yourself to deal any damage to the god, too overwhelmed with the truth of it all, so you ran. You ran back to the place where it all started, back to the library, back to your corner of safety.

You found out he was dead the next day, Thor sought you out to tell you himself, yet somehow there was the nagging feeling in the back of your brain that Thor was wrong, and boy were you right.

It was 2012 when he finally resurfaced, you had spent most of your days hiding from the asgardian population, from the prying eyes of everyone who figured you had something to do with the events of the previous year. You were once again faced with the fact that your feelings remained unchanged for him, that despite the reality of what he was doing, trying to enslave a whole population you would still do anything for him. It was Heimdall who alerted you of his return, but it was the Queen who convinced you to go to him, to try and bring back the love that you had spent nearly 600 of your years devoted to. So you did.

You landed on the rooftop of Stark Tower, admiring the pretty pattern the bifrost has burned into the gravel. It wasn’t long before Loki found you, after all the Bifrost was kinda hard to miss. It was emotional for you, seeing the man you loved after spending so long thinking he might be dead. You approached him slowly, he rushed to you in return, overjoyed at the sight of you, telling you of his grand plan, inviting you to join him, to be his queen, to rule over Midgard with him. It was tempting and for a moment, just a single moment you considered it. But you refused, nearly begging him to stop the madness, to return to you, attempting to reassure him that no matter what you would still be there, that you would still love him despite the things he’d done in the past few years. You told him how that while you didn’t quite understand everything that you could listen and love him, that you would give him everything the world never did. Yet, it was when you looked up into his eyes that you realised that something was truly wrong, that your prince might truly be gone, rather than the normal green that usually stared down at you a piercing blue met your gaze.

You backed up slowly, this was the man you loved yes but there was something else in him too, something that was evil and corrupting, something you were sure would infect you too if you joined him. And it was backing up that had been your mistake, the platform on top of Stark Tower was by no means small but you had simply landed too close to the edge, and as you stepped back you felt nothing and you began to fall.

Loki lunged, moving faster than he ever had, just barely grasping your left hand in time. And you watched as his eyes flickered in between his green and the unnatural blue and that's when you realised, he was scared. But you were slipping and his grip simply wasn’t enough. You smiled softly, knowing what was going to happen next, tears beginning to stream down your face, and with your last words you simply whispered “I love you.”.

You fell, leaving Loki only clutching air, but then he felt something else as his fist closed around the air where your hand had just been. He knew what it was almost immediately and looked down to find the gold band with a single emerald in it sat in his hand. The ring that had adorned your ring finger for the past three years, the proof that despite it all you loved him. And you smiled.

You knew it was the end now, the sound of cars and people louder than before, and you wondered what would have happened if you hadn’t been in the library that day. With your very last moments you imagined yourself on the emerald chaise, surrounded by books with Loki on your lap, playing with his hair as he read to you and you smiled for the last time

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themilky-way · 5 years ago

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as the hours pass {loki odinson}

gif credit: littlemisssyreid

pairing: loki odinson x fem!reader (might be considered gender neutral, though)

summary: he afraid of what he feels, so he does the only the thing he knows how to do: lie. based on this ask.

warnings: super shitty angst lol cuz it was 9 pm and my brain cells were FRIED. i think that’s it?? fluff at the end tho so we good

author’s note: this took me a whole mf week to write which isn’t that bad but i have no time now and it’s kinda scary. yolo tho lol

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when tony had initially proposed a weekly movie night for the entire team, not a single person would’ve imagined anything like this. a large projector had taken the place of the regular flatscreen television, consequently lining up in all the four corners of the penthouse windows. couches and reclining chairs compiled in a large circle instead of being adequately spread out amongst the common room, and they’d all been filled by at least one avenger. to those wishing to participate, jobs and duties had been assigned the week prior, the list ranging from making popcorn to dimming the lights. it was organized-sophisticated, in a way-how it had all been brought about, and to say the majority of the residents living in tony’s multi billionaire penthouse were surprised was quite the understatement.

over the course of a few weeks, everything began falling into place. reminders didn’t need to be set anymore, and the designated tasks weren’t viewed as chores. natasha made sure to pop three full bags of delicious kernels- ensuring thor’s bowl had just enough butter to lick his fingers clean when he finished-while steve arranged a variety of pillows and blankets around the seating space. soon enough, fading shades of purple would ignite the obscurity of the living room-all due to the led lights binded to the borders of its ceiling-and either a horror or comedy film would commence.

in such a manner, your spot could always be found on the same peculiar couch, next to the same peculiar individual. god, at that. to literally go to hell and back, to get placed in a home that wasn’t his home with people who wanted his head wasn’t particularly an easy life to lead. he wasn’t a man of sentiment, either, nor one who engaged in communal activities, so you took your part as a good samaritan and kept him company. the seat next to loki had been unreserved, with not even thor to take its place, and you shuffled away from a very frightened wanda to settle beside him. he'd been neutral, annoyed perhaps. if a stranger came to sit next to you out of the blue, wouldn’t you be, too?

“mind if i sit here?” a mild pause signaled a response, and the shrug of his shoulders gave it away. “i’m not really enjoying the movie, and the space looked kinda cozy,” you added.

after you had thoroughly felt the soft cushion of the seat and all its comfort, it was rather difficult to stray away from it. every friday evening, the striped bedding of the couch awaited your presence, and a pillow of an identical design lay by the armrest. loki always got there first, a bowl of ice containing two ice cream bars in his grasp, and if the belief that he had ever been remotely inconsiderate damaged your reasoning, the chocolate chip cookie he gifted you at the start of every night proved you wrong.

if loki truly had to be honest with himself-his father, if he was peering down from above-the companionship you bestowed upon him didn’t upset him as he presumed it would. he half-expected his cold and antisocial nature to speak for itself, to grab hold of the kindness of your heart, crush it, and scatter its pieces so your blind hands would have to search aimlessly for them. for him, the opportunity would’ve been so effortless, so relieving in its own wicked sense, but you had already known that from the minute the tips of your sock-clad toes had walked right up to his. your words had been honey to him, simple yet profoundly eloquent that had dripped away every vowel on his tongue. the warmth that encircled you caromed over to him, and then his icy fingers became regular fingers, and his wintry complexion no longer overpowered the person he strived to be.

the thought alone of developing a kinship alarmed the presumably mischievous man, and when time, the most rewarding elements of his beloved universe, presented him with such a miraculous creature, he went into a comatose. the object of his interest was no longer an object, it was a person, an individual that appeared to envelop his nonexistent grace as if they depended on it. so his beautiful, virulent mind, as plentiful of wisdom as it was, conceived what it regarded to be the only correct answer.

the seconds of long anticipated hours grew legs, and urged fragments of minutes to run off. solitude embraced the area loki used to adore being in, and his absence planted a seed of confusion within the person always seated beside him. the following nights were mindless for you, even when wanda had selected your favorite films to view, your headspace drifting off to the god who wasn’t watching it with you. interactions between your team lessened. refusing a handful of thor’s popcorn became a habit, and although he questioned you about it, he never brought it up again. then, a month flew by before you could cognitively process it. loki’s eyes hardly ever witnessed daylight now, or you for that matter. more often than not, his ear perked up at the soft squeaks of sneakers before their shadow halted in front of his door. the air in his lungs would almost escape from him entirely, lips pursed so tightly he felt them turn white, before mere seconds later distorted voices trailed your feet away from the barrier that separated him from you. foolish, he’d been foolish to deceive you so childishly. what could he possibly tell you now, that wouldn’t lead you to scurry away from him?

tonight, the best remedy to get some rest was to fix some tea. a good read seemed suitable enough, too, so a copy of The Scarlet Letter decorated your pillow. you trusted your weary legs to navigate you to the kitchen while your brain busied in forming unrealistic scenarios, as silly as it sounds, and you were doing fine and dandy until a conversation reeled you back in. an all too familiar voice-one you hadn’t heard in so long-was speaking, ranting, about things that bothered him? yeah, that was it.

it was wrong to what you did at that moment, your dear mother had taught you better than this, but the never ending words spewing from loki’s mouth had glued the soles of your feet to the chilling tiles.

a heartbeat shriveled to nothing, a weighty ache engulfing it in all its mighty glory, and everything you ever came to know became deception. “...ridiculous! i’ll tell you one thing, brother, and that is that they’re absurd for thinking i’m better.”

a booming retort-thor’s-defended you. “you’re ridiculous. they’re good to you and you’re going to throw it away because you’re afraid?” he neatly placed his mug on the counter before his firm hand landed on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed in reassurance. “if you keep pushing people away, you’ll outlive centuries-worth of joy.” loki flicked it away. “do they truly matter to you? enough for you to stop hurting them?”

the wall pressing into your shoulder obscured the visual of loki nodding his head. the tea you craved for now sounded disgusting, and no matter how hard you blinked your eyes, a puddle threatened to hover over them. you began toying with the sleeves of your sweater, hating the emerald shade you chose for it, and your head drooped down to focus on its marbled designs. odd shapes helped center your emotions, too much that you missed a figure passing by the entry.

did you jump? yes. did loki jump? also yes.

“what-why are you-why are you standing there?” his voice was shaky, concerned. he looked at your figure over once, his nervous glare lingering a little too closely at the pigment of your shirt, before he focused on you. it was hard for him to miss your anguish. the question his brother had previously asked him looped in his head, and by odin yes-yes, you mattered to him.

“did you hear what i said?” he gulped. “all of it?”

your pupils were fully dilated, mouth inconceivably dry, so you muttered a tiny “yeah.”

“it’s alright, though. i’m not-i’m not mad, or sad, or whatever. i get it.” with enough strength, you pushed your body away from where you’d been cornered and started your leave. a tightening on your wrist stopped you.

“please don’t go.” loki never begged, and he always trusted his ego to prevent him from doing it, but he’d inflicted grief on his most treasured midgardian, and he’d have to remedy that. “please.”

“loki, hey it’s alright. i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you need.” he held you tighter before pulling your palm up to meet his chest. “what are you-look, i’m sorry-”

“you’re sorry?” he cut you off. “i’m sorry, don’t you see what you do to me?” the pad of one of his own hands moved to cover the back of yours to push it further onto his covered heart. it was beating faster than godly possible. if he were anyone else, maybe he was nearing a heart attack. “i do believe you’re the first one to do that.”

you ceased touching him before beginning to speak, but he knew your apologies, your questions, before they even escaped your lips. he fumbled on his words for some time, thorough confessions of his feelings never came as easily as he hoped, but he managed to get the point across. his obsidian, curly locks drizzling over his tiresome face distracted you, and his enticing features, his slurred attempts to achieve your forgiveness forced a tiny grin onto your mouth.

“it’s okay, honey,” you extended a hand outward in greeting. “let’s just start over, yeah?”

he choked on a breath at the name, and then two clammy hands melded into one, and everything was alright for once. “i’m loki, and the pleasure’s all mine, darling.”

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tarithenurse · 5 years ago

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Stolen - 29

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!gifted!reader Content: Loneliness and togetherness. Discoveries. Mentions of smut. No proofing has been done, so expect some errors. A/N: Hey! Look what I made! Enjoy! Ask or re-blog for tag.

29. The Gardener

... Loki ...

The appearance of a gardener (unknowing lent to him) serves its purpose, allowing Loki to enjoy the quiet familiarity of the queen’s private garden. Although slightly chaotic, the place is pristine and only a few changes has been made since the Jotun had walked here freely – only rarely at this hour where the night is fading and the dew is starting to weigh heavy on the few unsprung buds. Stopping to admire the droplets along the mid-lines of a hosta’s leaves, a shimmer in his periphery makes him pause.

“They have grown since last you were here,” Frigga’s voice offers tamely.

Hollow. Not noticeable to anyone but the wielder of the same kind of magic as hers but enough for Loki to understand that she isn’t really there. If he were to turn to her, if he would try to embrace her like he longs for...empty air. It is much safer, then, to bend and poke the droplets on a dusty-green leaf into motion down the stem.

“I presume you’re...-” for a moment the Jotun’s voice threatens to falter, but he manages to recover -“you’re doing well?”

There’s a slight hitch in the queen’s breathing, one that sends an icy needle deep into his heart. “As well as can be expected...I’m certainly delighted with my new student.”

“She hasn’t progressed, though...”

“Give her time.”

“We might not have time,” he snaps before taming always present frustration.

Admittedly, the last few days the incessant nagging in his mind has quieted somewhat. And I have [Y/N] to thank for that. She calms him. Soothes him. Not to mention the many trysts have sated him physically – a fact the raven-haired male’s body seems to forget each time he lays eyes on the woman.

“Son...” Frigga’s hand glitters as it passes through his shoulder. “Her magic is different from ours. Understanding it, let alone controlling it, requires a perfect balance between emotions and logic...try to praise her for what she has accomplished rather than berate her for her shortcomings.”

“Accomplished?” There’s an inkling of annoyance in Loki’s question even if curiosity wins.

Standing to finally face his mother, he recognizes the mischievous twist of her subtle wrinkles. She knows something I don’t. In itself a useless statement, as the queen always has known more and has the wisdom to use the knowledge advantageously.

“A new song,” she explains, “of trust and safety...of love transcending lust.”

A non-existent fragrance of soapy water on wet skin fills Loki’s brain, and he can see Frigga knows that he finally has understood it even as she whispers goodbye and the figure dissolves with a shimmer.

... Reader ...

You would’ve preferred to dine at the great hall for a chance of striking up conversation with the people of the court, but apparently it’s only used for the great feasts. On normal days, Asgardians have their meals in their own homes or quarters which in turn leaves you with very little socializing and even less chance of snapping up any news on Thor and his friends.

“How long can it taaake?” you sigh, dramatically plopping onto the bed.

The maid who has been assigned to help you with dressing and such, turns from the wardrobe. “I beg you pardon, m’lady?”

“Sif. Prince Thor. Those guys!” The explanation is vague at best (mostly because you hadn’t intended to complain out loud). “I don’t really have friends here, y’know?”

“It must indeed be lonesome for you, m’lady.” The last bit of clean linen is returned to its designated spot. “Such a long way from home...yet unable to return due to the danger of Pr-Loki.”

Danger...only way he’s a threat is by endangering me from walking normally. “I don’t fear him.”

“Then you are brave.” Finished with her duties, she bows and takes her leave, abandoning you to the grumpiness.

If you’d been anything like the strong people of this planet then you probably would have gone to spar with someone. If you had been like the athletes at home then a run might have cleared your head. As things are, all you’re left with as a physical outlet is fucking Loki’s brains out (which you admittedly do like), but he’s not even around right now and so all there’s left is to pace the room.

The footsteps create a rhythmic thudding, the fingers on your hips a rapid tattoo that vibrates from the bones to your lungs and mind where it conjures up a melody you’ve never heard before. It’s angry. No, it’s impatient and laden with heavy promises like the storm-clouds gathering outside. A wind sweeps across the semicircular balcony and adds a morose tone to the song, lacing itself with the words you barely realize are coming from you.

The world waits for the storm to be unleashed.

“Let it out,” a voice whispers in your ear as familiar, cold arms ensnare you.

You do. Everything that has been pent up inside breaks free and tumbles out of your chest. It’s chaotic and beautiful and dizzying. Purifying like the rain breaching the threshold and staining the gossamer curtains until they are weighed down but you are soaring on a release you didn’t know existed.

And as the downpour dwindles and becomes a drizzle (as the dark clouds depart to reveal the setting sun), you trust Loki to anchor you. Giving in to his soothing cool as it weighs you down and moves across and within your body, you welcome a different elation.

...

His arms are wrapped around you – the only part of him you can see bathed in the moonlight – and his lips are tickling the small hairs in your neck. Even so, you can’t suppress the sigh.

“What is it, my darling?”

I could say nothing, but you know he’d call your bluff. “It’s just...I wish I could do something.” You turn in his arms, but don’t trust yourself to meet his gaze. “The queen’s being an amazingly patient teacher...and I know you also brought me here to be safe but...but I wish I was of use. Or that I actually managed to learn anything rather than be stuck on Magic 101.” You groan in frustration, “I’m useless!”

“Considering the display of magic tonight...’useless’ is not the term I’d use.”

“I know we’re a good match in bed but it’s a stretch to -”

Loki stops you with a kiss. “Not that, my fury, the storm.” You must have looked like the incarnation of a question mark because he smiles at you. “You created that, it was not a result of natural causes. I could taste your magic in the rain, smell it in the air.”

“...get outta here!”

“I mean it.”

Impossible. Still, if you were honest, a part of you more than wants to believe it: it knows it. It’s a sensation similar to the moment when you know that you know something, but you can’t remember what it is and this time it’s not an itch in your brain but rather something in your entire essence that’s waiting for you to discover it.

“It will come,” Loki promises and his kisses grow languid, “but first...perhaps we must tire you out?”

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years ago

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Dawn (2)

Loki x fem!Reader

ONE/TWO/THREE SHOT

Warnings: mention of past trauma and fluff.

Summary: A truce to end all wars leads to an alliance between Earth and Asgard in the form of Loki marrying a mortal. None of them what this. None except fate.

Word Count: sleep is nice. Water is super nice. music is dope nice. weather is siren-like nice. not being able to meet my dogs? not nice.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Is it really necessary to do this? All of this?"

"It's a custom created by the Allfather, your grace," answers the handmaiden that helps you into the soft gold of a dress that seems to be way too over the top for something as simple as breakfast.

"Your Allfather needs to get laid," you whisper loud enough for her to hear and turn red.

"I beg your pardon, your grace?"

You whine as you watch yourself in the gigantic mirror in the bathroom. "Nothing. Come on, let's go."

She picks up your clothes from last night and the bags that have your belongings from the earth. "Where are you going with those?"

She turns around and bows a little. "To clean them all up, your grace. The Prince said that they might have been sullied with the party they arrived."

"Loki?"

"No, your grace. Prince Thor."

"...okay? Anyway, where do you guys have lunch?"

"In the kitchen, your grace."

"Cool. I'll join you guys there."

"B-but your grace!"

"You don't have to end every sentence with your grace, Sybll. Okay?"

"...y-yes, your-"

"What?"

"...yes."

"Okay. See you later, Sybll."

You shut the door behind you, leaving the poor young handmaiden's heart pumping as she tries to make sense of what has happened.

"See you...your grace," she whispers in the empty room.

"Oh, no, thank you, dear," you blurt, bringing your hand up to avoid the servant from serving an entire lobster- at least that's what it looks like- to you, "no...no meat for me, please."

Odin seems to be taken aback a little by that request. And a smile is the only thing you can conjure up.

Where. The fuck. Is everyone else?

The large table feels a tad much for the two of you. Not mention the nausea you are feeling from overthinking about Odin's internal judgements about you.

"Is everything all right, Y/N?" Odin finally asks, the half-eaten berry resting in between his fingers and thumb.

"Yes, sir, I mean, your majesty," you stutter, feeling yourself punching in the gut for screwing the first words coming out of you in front of him.

"Do you not like to eat meat, then?"

No father-in-law, it's just that all meat comes out as vomit when I am nervous.

"I...have a sensitive stomach."

"Huh," is all he bothers to state before going back to his berry.

So all you have on your plate now is leaves and fruits sitting as the subject for an art session.

"The gardens of the palace are beautiful, s-your majesty," you mention, remembering the flowers in full bloom you saw this morning.

"Ah, yes," he exclaims with a delight, "Frigga used to take great care of them. It is all of her hard work that blooms in those soils. Like it does in my sons."

You nod, taking a piece of watermelon and filling your mouth with it. "Mmhmm."

"You must think of me as some foolish old bastard for my way of doing things, like...like joining two worlds in a peace treaty through marriage, don't you, young lady?"

All you can do is gulp down the melon sitting unchewed in your mouth as you look at him with a blank expression.

"For an inexperienced mind like yours does not understand how crucial it is to stand united in the face of adversity."

You nod with your mouth full. "You're right. I don't. So, if you don't mind me asking, what was Frigga like?"

The lines on Odin's forehead change and he is back in time to some fond memory while he moves his food around his fingers. "Frigga was gentle as the first cool breeze that soothes you at the crack of the dawn, my dear. She was my rock. She kept Asgard running even when I was not there. That too while she had two young notorious sons to take care of." He chuckles silently and looks into some distant void, letting the sun reflect on the moisture at the edge of his eye. "She loved Loki like her own son. When the world saw a monster in him, she saw an innocent soul that needed the love and care of a mother. She taught him all the magic she knew. She had a way with him, with his mind that was always in a different direction than the rest of us. Whether she knew him or not, she did her best to make him a better version of himself."

"Would she have agreed to this truce?"

The words are out sooner than you realise and Odin is out of the trance he was a while back, the eye losing its hues.

"My sons will do what I say, woman. They are the pride of Asgard. The reflection of what expanded my kingdom and its peace stands for. And Frigga would have agreed with me. With whatever decision I took."

The words crawl over your shoulders like ants. Your nails are scraping the edges of the pie crust as silence seems to erode any feelings of respect between the two of you.

"I bet he is your reflection as well, Loki-" you stress on his name with a tilt of his head- "I bet he was your reflection that day too when he was a child and you told him he was no good as a warrior and he'd rather go hide in his mother's skirt."

The clatter of fork and knives stops. So does the breath of every servant present in the vicinity, discreetly looking at their Allfather for any reaction.

"He was your reflection when the boys from the streets teased him for being so weak for a Prince. And when he could not take the insult anymore, he used his magic to teach them proper manners. Hm?"

You pick up the chalice of wine kept for you, squeezing an orange into it before taking a generous sip. "He was also your reflection the day Thor was to be crowned king-" you smacked your lips, keeping the chalice down with a thud- "and the day he let the wormhole swallow him?"

The air is heavy. Heavier than any third person can take.

"You might be sitting in a seat of privilege, woman, but do not forget you are speaking to your king." His tone is soft but the intended weight with which they flow is not.

"Yes. I do realise my place, my king. I am but a mere human tied to a son you deem unworthy of serving any purpose to you. But here's the thing, your highness-" you look Odin in the eye, your face losing every feeling- "I am not Frigga, Gods rest her soul."

The napkin resting on your lap is crumpled in your hand before being left on the plate as you get up, dragging your chair back and turning around to collide with the servant coming with a pitcher of wine.

His apologies are cut short by you, assuring him it's no big deal before turning back to the Allfather. "It was a good talk, your majesty," you state with a full-blown bow.

"Oh and one more thing! Loki does not have some different brains that you cannot figure out. He just thinks seven steps ahead of everyone else. I found out through observation. And the one time we both had to escape being killed. You should try it sometimes too."

And with that declaration, you walk out of the hall, leaving a stunned silence with an audience and a King sitting with heartburn.

FUCK!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DOOOOO!!!!!

Your steps cannot match your heart rate at this point as you try to make your way back to Loki's room. And the constant flashbacks to the conversation you just had do not help. At all. If only the ground would crack open and swallow you right now.

You really need to keep your issues with controlling fathers in check, woman!

Well, TOO LATE! you yell back at your inner voice.

The corridors are a blur. So are the voices of people asking you if you're okay.

You didn't have to defend him like that.

You try to shove your inner voice away.

What do you even know about him?

You can finally see the door to your sanctuary, and your steps get faster than they already are.

What is Odin going to do to you now?

Opening the door, you throw yourself inside before shutting it back and letting the whimpers of weakened shallow breaths become audible.

"Okay, breathe. Breathe breathe breathe-" you take in a lungful- "yes, breathe."

Five times more and your heart finally finds a rhythm for your brain to function a bit better, bringing your attention to the wetness you feel on your stomach and realise you're still in the soiled dress with a huge blotch of wine stain colouring it in an ugly tone.

Undoing the knots around you, you walk to the bathroom to change into clean clothes and realise only when you are standing naked in there that all your clothes have been taken for a wash.

Perfect.

Your palms are rubbed hard against your face with frustrated groans before you catch a glimpse of the black fabric lying on top of one of Loki’s drawers; the one he wore last night.

Oh, screw it.

The cotton shirt slides over you with ease, flowing till your thighs, though the thin fabric barely covers much. With that taken care of, you walk over to the other drawers and cabinets to find anything else you can wear for the moment.

“Where were you two?!”

“Good to see you too, Sif,” Thor comments with a tone of sarcasm as a fuming Sif walks over to the brothers getting down from their horses.

“We went to inspect the new territories under Vanaheim. There was a little disturbance there last night,” Loki mentions as he twists and adjusts his shoulder with a muted grunt. No one notices for there are other pressing matters at hand.

“The Allfather is fuming because of your absence at breakfast today. Especially since-” she pauses to look at Loki and point out at him in general, which reasonably confuses both the brothers- “and on top of that things went downhill from here thanks to that woman.”

Now, this leads to the brothers to furrow their brows at Sif.

“Downhill how?” Thor asks.

“Spare no details,” Loki adds.

“This...is...hilarious.” Loki guffaws as he ends the sentence and this time Thor is the one to roll his eyes.

“It is still hard to believe Y/N would do something like this,” the blond states.

“Oh, Thor,” Loki purrs with a jump in his step, making his brother automatically uncomfortable, “it’s not that hard to believe once you realise she has lived the better part of her life with Stark. She has learned the snark from the best.”

“How do you even know what that word means?” Thor gasps in frustration. He opens his mouth to follow it up with a contradiction before pausing to run Loki’s words in his mind, hating the smirk building over his brother’s lips as realisation dawns on him.

“I need to talk to her about this-”

“WOAH! Woah! Easy brother,” Loki exclaims, stopping him with a hand on his chest, pausing the steps just outside the younger one’s room, “are you sure you want to do that?”

“What do you mean? Of course-”

“Thor-” Loki pats his brother’s chest as a gesture of patience- “first, talk to her only if you yourself have never defied your father.”

Thor looks at Loki with judgment-filled eyes, getting his brother’s index finger to wait and listen for more. “Second, talk to her with the thought that she barely has been here for a day and she has to spend the rest of her life here. Away from everything she knows.”

This, somehow, dilutes the smoke rising from the embers inside Thor. Loki isn’t wrong after all. “And third, don’t follow me inside. I am going to take a long shower.”

“Wha-”

“What? Sybll said Y/N told her she’ll join her for lunch in the kitchen. Now off you go,” he shoos his brother away with his hands before shutting his bedroom door behind him.

A chuckle leaves him involuntarily as he recalls Sif’s word by word description of how it all went down in the dining hall.

Good for her , he wonders, taking his armour off, there will be something to keep Odin and Thor occupied.

The arm plate stops short from landing on the table with a thud as a thought stirs in Loki’s mind, slowly invading his heart through the tiniest of veins. Letting the arm plate softly rest on the table, he lets his fingers grab the back of his doublet to remove it.

Why did she defend me in front of Odin?

The summer breeze from outside takes the first chance it gets to rub itself all over the naked chest and back of the God lost in a puzzle which isn’t that hard to solve once he has all the pieces.

Right. Forgot she had a mad father too. What was it that Stark said we were? Two kids with daddy issues.

Shaking his head, his fingers undo the first button on his pants when he hears a soft clunk from somewhere within the room. And the relaxed cat becomes the predator within a flash.

Why does he have so many greens and blacks?

The drawers and closets in front of all have nothing but those hues. Wait, is he colourblind?

Grunting and stomping your feet for not finding anything you could borrow from your ‘husband’s’ clothing, you close all that is opened and start to move towards the bedroom to call for Sybll for a change of clothes when faint voices are heard outside followed by a door being shut.

It takes a lot for your heart to jump in your mouth; and right now, that lot is Loki walking in the room with a smile, undoing his armour while looking at some invisible void in the distance.

Fuck!

You could not go out in front of him like this. In his nightshirt that was barely covering your assets.

Hiding behind the archway next to an Oakwood drawer, you take a peek at the God lost in some thought. There is a faint smile on his unexpectedly pink lips. What is he thinking? That thought runs away and hides in a corner as soon as it sees long pale fingers are pulling away the doublet from above his head to reveal a bod sculpted in some mountains of divine beauty not meant for the naked eye.

Your breath gets caught in the moment of revelation. Wasn't he supposed to be...frail? At least that's what you thought when you first saw him. But now that you think about it, anyone and everyone looks frail in front of Thor. But never in your life would you have thought that all that layer of clothing hid a figure like this.

You won a lottery, woman , your inner voice nudges and winks at you before it is pushed into a dark corner. Though I feel bad for him for getting stuck with you , it shouts as it fades into the darkness. The muscles on his back shift when he rolls his shoulders and you feel your insides shudder. Does Asgard realise what they're missing under all that leather? Is what you question till you see marks and bruises that seem old- healed but not so thoroughly. Hmm, everything with him has a reason, doesn't it?

Your daylight musing seems to crack as you realise- with his back to you- he is about to open his pants.

No matter how enticing it seems to the dark corners of your brain, you draw yourself back from the archway, colliding straight into a drawer. You IDIOT!!

Moving on your toes, silent as a cat, your steps go backwards, past the drawers and lux bathtubs towards the balcony while your eyes stay on the archway, waiting for your heart to stop any moment that Loki showed his face through it.

One step back and you are in the balcony, your feet feeling the cold stone under them while your back collides into something equally cold and rigid. And it does not raise all those tiny hairs on your body till you can feel that cold rise and fall rise in your back.

MOTHERF-

The siren voice of the night sings right into your ear.

"Looking for someone?"

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propertyoftoru · 6 years ago

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dreams become reality

Part 2 to invading your dreams

A/N: After such a pleasant response from the first part I decided I just had to do a part 2. Let me know what you think?! Feedback is always greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 2136

Warnings: smut, voyeurism? Oral (fem recieving) i didn’t check for errors 😫

PART 1

After standing there and making a complete fool of yourself you promptly made an exit from the kitchen and back to your room. The air in the kitchen was far to thick and the temperature was seemingly rising by the second. You just needed to get out of there. You slammed your back up against your door, trying desperately to even out your breathing.

Did he know? Had he peeked into your mind and saw what dirty thoughts pranced around in your head?

Or maybe…

No.

He wouldn’t…. would he?

You began pacing your room with uncertainty flooding your veins. Is it possible that he would impose on you like that?

For the love of Fates of course he would! He’s the damned God of Mischief! Why wouldn’t he be the reason for that entirely all too vivid dream?

You felt a pang of anger stab at your chest, you felt violated. How dare he slither his way into your dreams and impose those thoughts. Not that they weren’t swimming around in your subconscious but you’d be damned if you’d let them come forward. You were a professional. Not to mention the man tried to take over your world just a few years ago… with his hand forced of course.. but nonetheless! You were not going to be subjected to those tantalizing emerald eyes, and god help you, you were absolutely not going to be lured in by his silver tongue no matter how sweet your name sounded rolling off of it.

A sharp knock on your door broke you from your thoughts, not that you didn’t already know who it was. You strode over to your door taking a moment to collect yourself, before opening it.

Loki was leaning casually against your door frame his infamous smirk plastered across his face. His smirk only widening when he saw just how flustered you were. Your cheeks were flushed from anger or from the images of your dream playing on repeat in your mind, even you weren’t sure at this point. Your pupils were blown, your iris hardly even visible. Your brows were furrowed, and a pout placed ever so adorably upon your lips.

“What do you want Loki” you grumpily asked not really wanting to engage in a conversation with the man you were sure had transgressed upon your privacy.

“I simply wanted an answer to my question petal” he mused, moving past you and striding over to your bed where he perched himself elegantly.

“What did you dream of that has left you so abashed?” His eyes were not on you but rather scanning every inch of your room, taking in every detail.

“You know exactly what I dreamt of” you tried to sound venomous but instead you sounded rather breathless and there was a twinge of neediness in your tone. You clenched your fists because you knew you were losing the battle taking place above your shoulders. Norns you just wanted to give in - swallow your last bit of pride and crawl over to him, begging him to take you. You decided against it though, not wanting to submit yourself entirely just yet.

Instead you tried to be brazen, shutting the door behind you and strutting over to him. You stood between his legs and grabbed his chin, making his eyes meet yours.

“It’s impolite to intrude on people in their most vulnerable state” That earned a hum from him.

He grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from his chin and placing it on his chest.

“I merely allowed the thoughts you were suppressing to come to the surface little dove, nothing you haven’t subconsciously thought of before.”

He paused, licking his lips before that cocksure smirk returned.

“And might I say, you certainly have quite the imagination.”

You felt the heat rise in your face and spread through your whole body. What else had he seen while prying around in your subconscious? Surely he must have skimmed over the thoughts you’ve had in the shower, when your fingers had found their way between your thighs, and whispers of his name had slipped from behind your tongue. He mustn’t have seen the countless nights you had used your toys, imagining that it was him impaling you so deliciously. The primal hunger that was very apparent on his face made you think otherwise.

You hadn’t noticed, being so transfixed in your thoughts, but he had somehow pulled you closer to him. Your body now flush against his - still standing between his legs, his chest pressed up against your stomach. His fingertips were trailing up the backs of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Would you be opposed to me bringing your dream to life pet?” His fingers continued to move upwards stopping right under the curve of your bottom.

Your brain suddenly forgot how to form words, being this close to him. Feeling his fingers brush against your skin - It sent you into a lust-filled haze and any self restraint you had prior was now out the window. So you just shook your head, trying to signal to him that you would not be opposed to such a thing. But of course that was not enough for him, he needed to hear you say it. He didn’t even flinch, now waiting for a more verbal confirmation.

A few seconds passed and his eyes were peering up at you, that primal hunger still present but you also saw the patience and restraint within them. You were thankful for that, knowing that if you had said you didn’t want this that he wouldn’t force it upon you.

“I want this” was all your brain could manage but it was enough for him. He moved his hands to your hips, tugging you so you now straddled his lap. His lips quickly found yours and they moved together in seemingly perfect harmony, a needy and desperate harmony nonetheless. Your hands were tangled in the shiny black locks from your fantasy, just as soft and silky as you had imagined. Mindlessly you began to roll your hips against his and that seemed to ignite something within the mischievous god you were mounting. A deep growl came from his throat and the hold on your hips tightened, surely leaving bruises. Without breaking away from your lips he flipped you around so he was now hovering over you. He then lowered himself down and grinded himself into your throbbing core, earning a moan from both of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to gain more friction but instead he stopped, eliciting a high pitched whine from you.

“I just want to make sure it’s very clear to you pet that you are not in charge here. You will do as I say or you will find yourself on the receiving end of a punishment. Understood?”

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head from the tone he was using. You didn’t even have to think twice about wanting to submit yourself entirely to the God hovering over you. The king. His powerful aura was almost overwhelming.

“Yes my king I understand”

He must’ve liked that answer because in the blink of an eye he was tugging down your panties, and ripping your shirt off of your body. Now entirely exposed for his greedy eyes to see, and he takes in every inch. He begins to trail wet kisses down your body, between your breasts, down your stomach, across your hips, before he kisses right above where you desperately need him.

“What do you desire little dove?”

“Your mouth, my king” you pause and realize your mistake. “Please”

He hums and while his eyes are latched onto yours he swirls his tongue around your clit. Your eyes flutter close and your head falls back, it feels better than you ever could've possibly imagined. His tongue was cold, you knew of his true heritage but never even considered how that would play into things. He dragged a finger up your folds before pushing one in and curling it upwards rocking it back and forth gently. You harsh pants and moans echoed off the walls of your room along with the obscene smacking sounds coming from between your legs. His pace became relentless and his mouth was removed for only a second so he could murmur “cum for your king darling”. And that was all you needed to send you flying into oblivion. You saw white as you clenched your eyes shut, toes curling, back arching. You were shaking and whimpering and gods you looked like an absolute mess. A mess that he made and by the fates did he love it. He wasted no time after letting you ride out your high,reattaching his lips to yours.

In a shimmer of green light his clothes were no longer obscuring your view of his body. His pale skin was a vision, it appropriately seemed to be the work of gods, chiseled so delectably. His cock was large, bigger than any you have ever had, and it stood prominently just begging to be touched. You timidly move your hand forward brushing your fingertips over the head, smearing the precum around. A soft groan leaves his lips but he doesn’t move, he just lets you make yourself at home with his body. You wrap your fingers around him and softly begin to pump his length, earning a hiss from him. This time he does stop you, wanting to waste another second not being inside of you. He removes your hand from him and grasps his own length, lining it up with your soaking cunt. He locks his eyes with yours as he pushes in devastatingly slow.

It feels like all of the air in your chest is knocked out of you, in the best way possible. He continues to slide in until he reaches his hilt and then he stops, allowing you time to adjust to his girth. He is much larger than anyone you have ever been with. You walls are trembling and burning deliciously, and they’re begging for relief. You give him a small nod and he pulls out almost entirely before sliding back in, slightly quicker than before. You feel him brush against that spot and you nearly pass out from the shock of pleasure that courses through your veins. You gasp loudly before a phonographic moan flies from your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders. You wrap your legs around him and this time he lets you. He begins to move at a relentless pace and your thighs are trembling, his mouth is attached to your throat, nipping at it harshly. One of his hands slides down in between you and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit. After a few moments you feel your orgasam approach for the second time and you have tears in your eyes from how good it feels.

You’re gasping for air but you know better than to come without his permission “Please may i come my king?” You choke out.

He feels your walls flutter around him - your clit throbbing against his fingers, he notices the way your pupils are blown even more than when he arrived at your room, he rejoices at the filthy sounds coming from your lips and he feels his own orgasam approaching.

“Go ahead pet, come all over my cock. Milk me for all I’m worth.”

This time when you fly into oblivion he’s right alongside you, your walls tightening around him triggering his own blissful end. You feel his warm seed fill you up and it’s so sinful that it almost has you coming again. He collapses onto you, being sure to shift his weight in a way that wouldn’t harm you. After a moment he pulls out of you, laying beside you and you feel his seed begin to leak out of you.

His breathing begins to even out and he lays there for a moment before speaking

“I’m not one to share”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you tilt your head to look at him.

“Why would you have to share me?”

“Because apparently I’m not the only one who intrudes on you in your most intimate moments.” He replies while glancing over your shoulder.

You turn over to see his tall figure leaning against the now open door, lip pulled between his teeth, obvious erection straining proudly against his pants.

His gruff voice finally spoke “you think you’re the only one she dreams about? I’ve heard her moan my name late at night when she thinks no one is listening.” He steps forward, the sun peeking through the window creating a glare off of his arm.

“I’m willing to bet she won’t mind being used by the both of us.”

A/N: part 3??? or should I leave it up to your imaginations?

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lailannajacobs · 6 years ago

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A Deadly Rock and a Hard Decision (Handmade Thieves pt. XII)

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader unwittingly finds her way onto Asgard and has to deal with all the attention that follows being a mortal in the extravagant realm. To his surprise, Loki finds himself having just as much trouble if not more than reader in dealing with it.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: So this lil chapter is from Loki’s POV and it’s quite different in that you don’t make much of an appearance in this chapter, my dear reader, but it should explain quite a few things! After a crazy week I couldn’t get much editing done so I apologize in advance if there are a whole bunch of mistakes. Regardless, I really hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!! <3

Handmade Thieves | Chapter 12

Loki paced the length of his bedroom floor, wracking his brain.

It wasn’t supposed to be this hard to find.

He let out a bitter laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of his empty room. Of course, it was supposed to be this hard to find. He had been lying to himself if thought it wasn’t. Odin would have found it centuries ago if any mere Asgardian could find it. That was precisely the reason Loki believed that he would be the one to find it. He was no mere Asgardian. He was born to live in greatness rather than the shadows of others. Even if he had taken a liking to the freedom he found in the shadows, it did not mean he was content to remain there. Instead, it meant that he had found friends - or more precisely tentative allies - with the creatures in the darkness. His familiarity with the shadows would be the exact reason he would find it when no one else could.

His rightful accession to the throne was so close he could sense that what he was looking for was barely out of his reach. He only needed to search one last forgotten corner of the realms to find it. But the gala’s change in venue meant his opportunities for slinking away unnoticed would be slim. All he had to do was think everything through carefully - and he always did - and he could manage one last search before the event at the end of the week.

He knew that it was not necessary to pressure himself to find it before the gala, but he would rest easier if he did. Even hours after the meeting with Odin, Loki couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had been plaguing him since he had walked through those doors. After his…little chat…with the Midgardian, he had locked away Odin’s words and buried them deep enough that they would no longer distract him, so he could focus on what was truly important.

Why had Odin called both of them into the meeting?

When Loki had been summoned, his immediate thought had been that Odin had caught wind of the purpose of his little outings, but when the Midgardian had been summoned as well, the only emotion he had felt had been confusion. And possibly, though unlikely, a minuscule amount of worry. But that worry was only regarding the success and smooth execution of his plan. Nothing else. Nothing that had to do with her.

Loki was glad he had walked off the balcony when he had. For a moment, he had felt his control begin to slip and he didn’t know what he would have done if he had stayed there any longer. He hadn’t been lying when he had told her that she was the scariest thing on this planet. She was the only person here who made him feel so exposed, as if she blew past the facade everyone else bought so easily. Or maybe it wasn’t that she could see past it. Maybe she was the only one who didn’t judge him based on what she expected to see.

Loki had to keep his wits when he was around her. She was there to facilitate his plan and only that. It didn’t matter that she kept standing by his side, almost as she were his true ally. She had her own goals - goals that had nothing to do with him. He was alone, would always be, and he did not need anyone else for that matter.

But just because he didn’t need her didn’t mean that she couldn’t be a useful asset. Loki refused to call it luck - he didn’t believe that he was the kind of person who wasn’t cunning enough to have to rely on it to get by - but her crashing on Asgard had been exactly what he had needed to set a plan in motion.

Never in a thousand years had he imagined that Odin would have thought of keeping a Midgardian prisoner, but her reputation, even if it had taken Loki by surprise, had been enough to make Odin hesitate. The moment Odin had paused and suggested that she become an ambassador, Loki realized that he could use her to properly execute his plan. All it had taken to ensure that the Midgardian live, was a bit of reverse psychology, so basic it only would have worked on a child. Or Odin.

There was no one Odin listened to less than his own son and when Loki had opposed the Midgardian’s qualifications to become Asgard’s ambassador, her sentence as a prisoner had been solidified. It had given him enough time to convince her to make an opened ended deal, ensuring he would ultimately get his way. Although she had stubbornly made him work harder for that deal and use more magic to keep her alive then he had initially planned, it was all going to pay off. However, that was on the condition that he found The Warlock’s Eye.

The real one had gone missing from Odin’s vault almost two hundred years ago. Loki had considered trying to find a few years ago in order to take the throne, but there was the possibility that Odin could resist its magic and that wasn’t a gamble Loki had been about to make. His other possibility had been finding and returning it in exchange for the glory and respect of the people, but he knew that would be a false hope. No one would trust his intents regarding something to powerful. Yet, Loki knew that a well-crafted lie, the promise of peaceful relations with another realm and a foreign dignitary could tip the scale in his favour.

Until recently, he had been planning on accusing the Midgardian for having stolen The Warlock’s Eye, and outing her in front of the council, knowing the discovery and return of such a valuable object would have granted him the exact closeness he needed to take the throne. But, as he walked away from her earlier tonight, the thought of what he wanted to do set him on edge. He could tell the feeling had been building up for some time now but had only now fully decided to change his plan. Not because of her of course, but because he figured that the population of Asgard much preferred a king to begin his reign on promises of peace rather than condemnation and hostility. If he and the Midgardian presented The Warlock’s Eye to Odin as a promise of peace and continued harmony between the two realms, in front of enough gullible and powerful Asgardian’s along with the council, then he would be mere steps away from his goal. Loki could create the liaison between Asgard and Midgard that would make Thor jealous. The people of Asgard would love and respect him, and they would soon come to realize that a younger, more capable king was exactly what they needed.

Loki stopped his pacing. Now all he needed to do was find the relic. Because regardless of whether he used the Midgardian’s help or not, he wouldn’t be able to complete his plan without it.

A smile snaked its way to his lips. He suddenly knew exactly where to look.

“Where were you yesterday?” She puffed, hands on her knees as she tried to regain her breath from their latest sparring session.

Loki wanted to tell her. He wanted to smile as bright as the sun and tell her that he had finally found the most important piece to his plan, but he couldn’t tell her. No. She couldn’t know until he was ready to tell the rest of Asgard, because he knew that if he did, she would refuse to help, and he wouldn’t risk failing.

Instead, he offered her his usual shrug and said, “Nowhere important.”

She rolled her eyes the same way she did every time he answered this question, “I find that hard to believe.”

“And why’s that?” Loki asked, wanting to see what she saw when she looked at him.

He liked watching the way she tried to put everything together despite missing so many pieces to the puzzle. It always interested him to see how close she could get to the truth, her observational skills probably due to her many years as a thief.

“The main reason is because you’ve gone on so many little outings that I doubt they aren’t all connected,” She stood and took a long gulp of water before continuing, “But you also look like the cat who ate the canary and I doubt you’d look that smug if it wasn’t anything important.”

Loki hadn’t thought he looked smug, but then again, after having successfully broken into one of the most highly guarded vaults in the universe and having been most annoyingly stabbed for no good reason a few weeks ago, he figured maybe he deserved to look a little smug. However, he knew it would only look suspicious if he did and tried to mask his relief a little.

“If I look that way, it is only because you have never beaten me once during our little practices Midgardian.” He drawled.

Her lips pulled into a knowing smile that always managed to worry him a little, “Seeing as you didn’t deny my first assumption, I’ll take that as you basically telling me that I’m right. And how about we go for another round and I wipe that smug look off your face.”

Her words only made his grin widen and he beckoned for her to try her best.

She put down the flask and backed into a fighting stance. She had to know that she wouldn’t win, but she had never once given up and it didn’t look like she was about to now. As a human, she was seriously outmatched, but her determination and intelligence made it that she could keep up long enough for him to have fun toying with her. They never used weapons - he was afraid she’d get hurt if they did - but regardless, it was a good way to exercise and keep his mind off of his plans for an hour.

Although the past week had been busy with preparations for the gala, they had found time to train every day, both of them needing to let off a little steam after the excruciating meetings. He was glad she was here, though he would never say that aloud, lest she get the wrong idea. With every meeting, her role as ambassador solidified, which only aided his cause. Having her around also had the side benefit of him having company through meetings he never would have endured alone. Oddly enough, he almost found himself looking forward to the months after the gala, knowing everything would return to normal. After another week of playing, Loki was still losing their little game 8-9, and he had every intention of righting that wrong. If he played his cards right, he could even finish the night ahead.

He snapped out of his thoughts, barely dodging the fist she sent flying toward his face. Although he held back, making sure that whatever happened to her she could easily walk off without more than a bruise, she never held back, aiming to cause as much damage as humanly possible. Of course, he probably deserved whatever harm she intended on causing - he would especially deserve it once he announced his plan in front of half of Asgard - but he would never let her win. It wasn’t part of his nature. But Loki didn’t only do it for his own benefit, he did it for hers as well. He knew that she would take offence if he let her win. She would fight and steal her way to victory the same way she had been doing her whole life. He wasn’t about to give her a break now.

Her grin widened when she noticed she had caught him off guard, and she sent the next two hits with twice as much force. He blocked both easily. Expecting another overly confident hit, he twisted, planning on returning with a blow of his own, but she feigned right and twisted in the opposite direction, managing to hook a leg around his.

Stunned, the maneuver pulled him off balance and she sent the hilt of her palm smashing into his chest. Whether he liked it or not, the force of blow was strong enough that Loki knew exactly what was about to happen. Before it did, he decided that if he was going down, he was going to take her with him and he wrapped his hands around her arms, pulling her to the ground with him.

The wind was knocked out of him as they landed, her body lined up on top of his. All he could hear was the sound of her cackling until, between breaths, he heard her choke out, “I did it. I won.”

He looked up into those crazy eyes, bright with joy, and he didn’t feel a single ounce of the usual disappointment or frustration that should have come with losing.

When her laughter died down, she raised an eyebrow, “What are you smiling about?”

He hadn’t realized he had been.

She frowned. “Had I known you were going to stop I wouldn’t have said anything.”

She was about to push up but stopped when he asked, “And why’s that?”

Loki realized it was a question he often found himself asking her. He decided it was because he wanted to know more about the average Midgardian’s train of thought. Which might have been the truth if he actually believed she was average.

“Because it’s not a bad look on you.” She offered with a small smile.

Her words suddenly made him aware of her proximity, one he wasn’t sure he minded. “I’ll have you know that I smile every day Midgardian. You’ll see it all evening at the gala tonight.”

“But it’s not going to be this smile.” She murmured, shaking her head, “Every single other one has a purpose. Not this one. This one is…different.”

“Good different or bad different?” He found himself whispering, drawn in by the wild look in her eyes and her flushed face.

She nodded. “Good.”

Just then, her stomach made the strangest sound he had ever heard, and her eyes widened before she burst out laughing once again and rolled over to the side, “Just so you know, I beat you on an empty stomach, which is even more impressive.”

She stood, brushing herself off and looked down at him as if nothing had ever happened - not that it had - waiting for his witty comeback. He should have had something to say, but all he could do was lie there for a moment, thinking about how much warmer he had been with her so close.

“I can assure you that it won’t happen again.” He came to a stand in front of her. “I was simply distracted.”

She titled her head, look up at him with a playful smirk, “By what? My charming good looks and stunning personality.”

“By tonight’s gala.” He answered curtly, taking a step back.

His words wiped all the teasing humour from her face, and for a moment her wished he would have taken them back. But he knew he couldn’t, and it was better that way anyhow.

Remaining silent, he watched as she looked up at the darkening sky. “Well…I guess I should probably go get ready right…We don’t want to be late for the party.”

He nodded.

“When will you be at my door?”

“I won’t be. Whenever you’re ready you can make your way to the ballroom.” He clasped his hands behind his back, “I will meet you there.”

“Oh…” A strange look crossed her face but was quickly replaced with a smile, “Take as long as you want. It’ll only give me time to keep convincing gullible Asgardians that brown cows make chocolate milk. Just so you know, I’m winning 9-8 for that too.”

“Don’t get too confident Midgardian.” He grinned, backing away with his eyes trained on her, “I won’t be far behind.”

He watched her shake her head and walk off, a tiny smile on her lips, before he went his own way. There was something he wanted to do, and there was no way he could do it properly if he came to get her and they walked in together.

Dressed and ready for the gala earlier than he had planned, Loki decided to take the long way to the ballroom. There was a chance that the Midgardian wasn’t there yet, and although it didn’t matter if he arrived before her, coming in after meant making an entrance. And quite frankly, Loki loved a little show.

The halls were deserted, most of the people already at the gala, and the few there weren’t felt no need to take the smaller, winding hallways. Loki strolled as if he had nowhere better to be, taking in the silence of the empty palace. He had been attending events like these since he was a child, yet he knew he would be craving silence about halfway through the night and would want to slip away for a little. As much as he enjoyed spotlight and the festivities, he knew eventually he wouldn’t be able to think anymore, which would ultimately lead to him creating a little chaos to clear his mind. He couldn’t have any of that tonight, so he took in as much of the silence as he could before it began.

The voices down the hall weren’t loud, but the emptiness of the palace sent the whispers echoing toward Loki. His heart picked up when he realized it was Odin’s voice he was hearing. Loki slowed his steps, erasing all sound around him. Whatever was going on, he intended on hearing it.

“I couldn’t simply kill her.” Odin spat, clearly annoyed.

Another voice, one he recognized as the head councilman spoke next, “Why not? You had her in the dungeon for weeks.”

His heart dropped to his stomach. If he had any doubts as to who they were talking about, they were gone now. Loki supposed he should be thankful he was finally getting answers to his questions, but all he could feel was dread.

“I held her in the dungeon while we searched the realms to see if there was another planet who wanted justice for her crimes.” Odin explained.

“And were there?” The councilman asked.

“Yes, but none of the planets were ones we could have traded her in for a peace alliance. We had decided it was better to kill her ourselves, make sure she was truly dead.”

Even though Loki had suspected all this while she was being held captive, hearing the words aloud and the casual mention of her death sent him on edge. He let his anger simmer in the back part of his mind, refusing to let it distract him from hearing the rest of the conversation.

“What are you going to do about it? Why ask her to come to the gala? Why make her blend in?” Loki was relieved the council man was actually asking all the right questions.

“Because the people have grown to like her and expect her to be there. And I’m making her blend in so that she does not attract the attention of the foreign council members.” Odin replied, slowly as if talking to a child.

“Why not?”

Everything around him went cold. The councilman might have been confused as to what Odin was planning, but Loki was almost certain her knew what Odin was about to say.

“Because the gala is the perfect opportunity for a thief to take a precious artifact from the vault and disappear with it.”

“And you think she’s going to do that?”

“Highly doubtful.” Odin laughed, the sound humourless. “She believes she is free in two months time. She would not risk it now. She’s too smart for that.”

“Then how does this help you?” The councilman asked, his mind taking far longer to understand the plan than Loki’s.

“It’s the perfect excuse to feed the people and get her off our hands. What thief wouldn’t use an important gala to try and rob the vault? They don’t need to know what really happened to her or that she’ll have been framed and executed for a crime she didn’t commit. She’s a blight on the realms, no one will miss her.”

The words rooted him to the spot. Loki’s heart hammered so loudly in his ears, he barely heard the councilman speak, “You believe this is true?”

“Absolutely. Midgard is not aware she is here. She’s a thief and whoever she works for must know that as well. If she gets caught, I’m certain they want nothing to do with her.” Odin affirmed.

“Then that settles that matter. One final matter before…”

The conversation quickly moved to other gala aspects, but Loki could no longer hear what they were saying. He looked around uselessly, hoping the answer to his new problem was somehow written on the gold walls.

They were going to kill her. Tonight. He was going to have to decide what he wanted to do about her and his plan. And soon.

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meganlpie · 8 years ago

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Do Not Anger Her

Requested by @justcallmecinammon: May I have a Loki x reader oneshot with an AU where Loki and Thor are on good terms and he takes Loki with him to visit reader to figure out something difficult for their mission. Her and Thor are good friends and when she meets Loki she’s sweet and openly invites him in. Thor warns Loki beforehand not to mess with her because it’s definitely best not to make her angry, but Loki’s like “I do what I want” and when he does he regrets it. Then afterwards he’s like “… sorry” and she’s okay with him and he falls for her. He learns she loves geckos and snakes and frogs. With a funny and fluffy ending plez? Reader is short and loves Hamilton the Musical. (This sounds like the most random shit ever and I apologize XD I’m getting over a bad cold and I think it went to my brain.) you can decide how he upset her and whether or not she gets quiet when angry or the opposite lol

Here you are, lovely!! I apologize for taking so long. I do not own Loki, Thor, Steve or Tony. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of snakes and other reptiles and it’s a bit long (apparently I can’t write a Loki fic less than 1,000 words!)

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader, Thor, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

“Thor, we need you to convince her to help us,” Steve told the Asgardian, who agreed. “We shall need her assistance in this endeavor.” Steve smiled and clapped Thor on the back while Loki simply stood by in confusion. There was a mission coming up and apparently, the Avengers needed your help. "Whose assistance do we require?“ Thor turned to his brother with a bright grin. "We require the help of Lady Y/N.”

You were in the middle of feeding your pet when the doorbell rang. Humming happily to yourself, you left your kitchen to answer the door. Before you opened the door, you heard Thor’s voice. “I must warn you. Do not anger her, brother.” You flung the door open. “Thor!” you cried upon seeing the blond on your doorstep. “It’s been ages! How are you?” You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him close, not noticing the tall, lean man behind him. “I am well, but the Avengers require your aid.”

Loki cleared his throat, catching your attention. “Oh! Hello.” Loki nodded curtly and looked to Thor, waiting for him to introduce you. “Lady Y/N, allow me to present my brother, Loki. Loki, this is Lady Y/N of Midgard.” You stretched your hand out. Loki stared at it for a moment as if it might bite him. You smiled at him until he took your hand in his. “A pleasure.” You chuckled. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see about that. Anyway, come on in.”

Loki followed behind silently, surveying the walls of your small home. There were framed copies of music playbills, including several for Hamilton, your favorite. There were also cages lining the walls. In these cages, there were various reptiles and amphibians. Loki’s eyes widened at the sight and at the fact that Thor didn’t seem to be affected by it.

"So, what can I do for Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?“ you asked, leading the two men toward the kitchen. No sooner did he set foot in the kitchen did Loki feel something wrap around his leg. Looking down, he saw a large yellow python and he let out a small yelp. You and Thor glanced at him and Thor began laughing boisterously at his brother. "There you are, Banana. Don’t worry. She’s usually pretty harmless. Hang on a minute.” You slowly approached Loki so to not scare the reptile and unwrapped her from around Loki’s leg.

"Brother, you should have seen your face. It was quite amusing!“ Thor boomed making Loki glare. You placed Banana around you so she was draped over your shoulders and went back to fixing food for all the lizards, turtles and frogs you owned. "This is your pet? A vicious animal?” Loki asked, still staring in disbelief at the snake around you. You grinned and responded, “Vicious animal? She’s only vicious if I tell her to be. I’ve had her since she was a hatchling. I guarantee you are more vicious than my sweet Banana.”

Loki turned to Thor. “And why do we require the assistance of this mortal?” While his relationship with Thor was stronger now, Loki still didn’t think Midgardians were as magnificent as Thor made them out to be. “She has a gift that could prove useful to us.” You rolled your eyes. “She is standing right here,” you retorted, “Don’t you know that looks can be deceiving, Loki? I may look small and sweet, but I’m stronger than you think.”

Loki scoffed and replied, “I find that most difficult to believe.” Your eyes narrowed and Thor inhaled sharply. “Loki…” he warned, but Loki continued on about how there was no possible way that someone like you could be considered a formidable opponent for anyone. The longer he spoke, the more irritated you became. It irked you to no end when people assumed that just because you were petite and sweet that you couldn’t defend yourself or others.

Thor’s eyes kept darting between you and Loki until Banana began slithering down your body. Then, he noticed your eyes glowing yellow. “Y/N, please control yourself.” In a deadpan voice, you answered, “I am in control.” It took Loki a moment to realize what was happening. It wasn’t until Banana was half way up his torso that it clicked. You were controlling the snake. When Banana began constricting, Loki could almost feel his bones cracking. “Brother, I would apologize if I were you. I fear that reptile will crush you if you do not.”

Loki’s green eyes grew wide with an emotion he was unfamiliar with. Fear. Would you really have this large animal crush him? The look on your face told him that you would. After clearing his throat, Loki spoke as quickly as possible. “It appears I was mistaken. You are indeed a fierce woman. Worthy of any opponent.” Despite the fact you knew he was only saying it because Banana could kill him, you relented. Your point was made.

Your eyes turned back to (e/c) and you smiled. “Thank you.” Banana stopped what she was doing and slithered away. Loki refused to turn his gaze away from you now. It wasn’t often that he was proven wrong, but you’d managed. Thor cleared his throat rather loudly, breaking Loki’s fixation on you. “We are running out of time. Can we count on your assistance, Lady Y/N?” You flashed him a smile and nodded in agreement.

*time skip*

The mission had been a success and Loki found himself in awe of your abilities. Not only did you have the ability to control the animals around you, but you had some fighting skills as well. In the jet, you spent most your time talking with Loki. Even after your rocky start, the two of you just seemed to click.

"Why do you not live at the Tower with the rest of us?“ he asked you and you shrugged. "I don’t like using my power all the time. Animals aren’t meant to be controlled any more than people are.” Loki looked away from you, his eyes full of guilt. You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you said softly, “It’s okay.” Loki glanced back at you and saw a softness in your gaze he wasn’t used to.

"I assume you know what I did?“ You nodded. "Yeah, but it’s in the past. You’ve made amends to the team and you’re doing your best to make amends to the people of Earth for what you did. Your relationship with Thor is really strong now. The point is that you regret your actions and you’re trying.” You kissed his cheek and got up to talk to Steve. The rest of the trip back to the Tower, Loki sat in silence thinking about what you’d said.

"Why don’t you stay with us?“ Steve asked you when you landed. You glared at him. "Were you eavesdropping, Captain?” Steve blushed. “Maybe a little.” You giggled and playfully shoved him. “That’s rude, Steve. But, in answer to your question, I can’t leave my babies.” Steve gave a little shrug. “Nothing to say you can’t bring them with you.”

"No, absolutely not! No reptiles in my Tower!“ Tony cried, making you groan. "Seriously? Is everyone going to eavesdrop on my conversations today? Besides, none of my babies are dangerous…except for Banana on occasion.” You glanced down at the mentioned snake who was curled up on a warm part of the jet floor. Tony sighed. “We could use someone like you on the team…maybe Romanoff or Barton could train you so you don’t have to rely on your power all the time?” You arched a brow. “And my babies?”

Tony let out a loud, over-exaggerated groan. “Fine.” You beamed at the billionaire. “Thanks, Tony!” You wrapped your arms around him and he laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I gotta land the jet.” You let him go and returned to your seat next to Loki who was still staring off in space. You placed your hand on his shoulder again and he jumped.

"Guess what?“ you prompted. Loki rolled his eyes and replied, "I despise guessing games.” He did his best to look stern, but you could see the smile fighting to break loose on his handsome face. “I’ve decided to come stay at the Tower.” Loki’s face lit up. “Truly?” You nodded, happily. “It will be wonderful to have someone I truly get on with at the Tower. A friend.” You grinned as you felt a blush creeping up your neck and face.

"Oh please, Reindeer Games,“ Tony interrupted, "You know you want to be more than friends with Y/N.” It was Loki’s turn to blush, encouraging Tony to continue. “You’ve been staring at her every chance you’ve had since you met her.” Your eyes widened and you glanced at Loki. His fists were clenched in his lap and his face was red. “Brother Stark, leave Loki alone. If he wishes to pursue Lady Y/N, he should be given the chance to do so on his own.”

"Is that true, Loki?“ you asked softly. Loki looked up and made sure no one was paying attention to you two before nodding. "You have captured my attention in a way I never thought anyone could. I wish to get to know you better, if you are amiable.” There was a worry in his eyes that seemed odd. “I’m more than amiable. I’d like that a lot.” You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “AW!!” You whipped your head around to glare at Tony. In a monotonous voice, you said, “Banana.” Your eyes began glowing yellow. “Wait! I’m sorry! I’ll leave you alone, just keep that animal away from me!”

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(a/n: I hope you like it!)

Tagging: @fairytalesexistxx and @brewsthespirit-blog

#marvel #avengers #loki #loki x reader #thor #steve rogers #tony stark

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tarithenurse · 5 years ago

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Stolen - 21

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader Content: “Getting the most of it”, jealousy. Oh...and smidgen of smuttiness. A/N: After 2 night shifts from hell I finally got time to write a bit again. Ask or reblog for tag ;)

21. A Place in the Dirt

... Reader ...

If you had had any hope of getting off the hook lightly on your first day in Asgard...well, those hopes have been crushed, ground into dust, mixed with oil and pigment, and painted onto the wall to spell out the words ‘HA HA’.

Loki had given you all of half an hour to chill and explore the room – surprisingly granting you ownership of the gorgeous suite and the fairy tale-esque bed – however his return had brought a storm of preparations. Maids and tailors (he called them seamstresses) had flocked around you, insisting to prepare a bath for you (as if you weren’t capable of that yourself) after having taken your measurements and tested a gazillion different fabrics while you stood like a mannequin until your body hurt. Admittedly, the bath had been worth it, but you weren’t gonna tell the schemer that when you’d appeared from the bathroom in a cloud of steam.

Allowing a maid to usher you behind a screen, Loki had busied himself with a servant – a good thing too as you were afraid getting physically near him would ruin you and the cleanliness. Still, you were happy for the help as the clothes presented to you were new, styled to match what you had seen the Asgardian noblewomen wearing earlier. Several layers of gossamer-thin silk in greens and sandy colours were almost magically draped across your shoulders, tugged and crossed into a smooth, shimmering haze before the piece-de-resistance was applied: it looked like a bodice of metal scales, the coppery kites woven together unseen without desisting the subtlety of any other thick fabric.

“Lady [Y/N], it is hard to believe you are not Asgardian,” a blond man greets you, breaking the dreamlike (or nightmarish) state you’re in.

Smiling politely, you recall he has been hanging out with a small group during the beginning of the feast. With a woman on each arm, the Asgardian has been drinking and laughing with a bear of a guy with red hair and a beard befitting a Tolkien dwarf (he even has roughly the same shape and table manners as one); at least the second friend – although short of words – knows how to behave himself in court if Loki's directions are to be believed: his face is happy and eyes sharp, never stopping the careful watch of everyone in the room. You don't mind when he looks your way because he will move the gaze to the next person soon enough. The woman, however...brilliant eyes have taken in your every twitch even after Frigga officially welcomed you, explaining to the court how the plan was for you to be tutored by the queen herself. Sif. Apparently, she's quite a warrior and still, she isn't coming to save you now.

"Thank you."

Rather than leaving you alone again the blond sits down, grabbing a glass of golden liquid from a tray of a passing servant and taking a sip. Eyes the colour of forget-me-nots twinkle over the brim.

"Please indulge my curiosity, fair lady." With that melodious voice you might forgive him everything. "How come you travel alone? Save for a single servant..."

You know the answer because it's been drilled in it by Loki: “Travelling without an agenda set in stone, it would be presumptuous and unkind to any host if I arrived with the customary retinue. My servant, as you call him, may not attend precisely the same tasks as a maid...but his allegiance is unwavering. I trust him with my life.”

Brows half cocked, the man next to you drains the glass lazily only to signal for more. The tip of his tongue wipes the last drop of his lips, eye contact unbroken. A shiver runs down your spine and you’re not entire sure it’s the good kind even if there’s an inkling of admiration for his confidence. Player.

“If ever you find yourself in need of...other company,” the man leers, “you can always come to me.” Two full glasses are set between the two of you and he immediately scoots one towards you. “I am Fandral, of the Warriors Three. At your service, m’lady.”

Simply raising your glass in return, you decide life will be a lot nicer with some friends around especially with Loki’s recent teasing. And either way, what harm can a polite gesture do?

...

Someone stop the floor. Your entire world seems to tilt and spin as you walk down the grand hallways – not uncomfortably so, just enough that keeping on a straight path requires more concentration than you’re willing to spend at the moment when you’d much rather enjoy the warm buzz in your body.

“The floor’s steady, silly pet,” a cool voice admonishes beside you, “I told you not to drink the mead.”

Turning to face Loki, his face bobs in and out of focus until something cool readjusts it’s grasp on you. Some sort of answer is brewing in your brain, but it’s not quite ready yet, it seems, and so you let him lead you the rest of the way to your room.

Aha! “Buttit tastsss good! And Fandang...Fanran...Fannnn-”

“Fandral.” With a sigh, Loki plops you onto the huge bed.

“Tha’s’e’one!”

For a moment the trail of thought escapes you while you wiggle around the soft, bouncy surface in an attempt to figure out the method to get out of the bodice. When your companion swats away your hands, you hum with delight at the delicate touch freeing you. Yay! Cool down.

As the feast had progressed and your new, blond friend had coaxed the glass of mead into you (an easy feat considering the deliciousness) your body had begun to heat up, making you miss Loki’s soothing temperatures.

Shrugging off the layers draped over your body, the air is like a balm. “Orh, that’s be’er.”

... Loki ...

Nothing but a delicate shift shields [Y/N]’s curves, the silk still unable to hide the darker nipples puckering as she throws herself back into the pillows with a delighted groan. If only...Loki’s imagination grants him flashes of scenes where each sound falling from the woman’s lips are a testimony to the bliss granted by him. Shifting to ease the discomfort brought on by too confining trousers, the Jotun allows his hands to move slowly as they pull the covers over the Midgardian’s body.

“Sleep now, I’ll open the balcony door to let the cool air in.”

It’s a simple order and [Y/N]’s eyes are already closing, still she manages to capture one of his hands and lead it to her forehead. “This works too.”

He can’t pull back, only stare and try to breathe evenly as the woman guides his hand as though it’s a cool cloth. Along the jaw, down the throat to send shivers racing towards the hairline at the neck. Knuckles brush delicately back and forth over the clavicles before she allows his palm to flatten over the upper sternum – the heartbeat beneath strong and rapid – only to drag further until nestled between her breasts while the silk is pulled taught by his wrist.

I...not like this. Snagging the hand back, Loki ignores the whimpers and turns away to discreetly readjust the painful tightness of leather again.

...

Lying in the darkness of the servant’s room, he can still smell the dampness of [Y/N]’s skin on his hand and the memory of soft heat guides that very same hand’s strokes upwards, twists, and down again in the hopes of relieving some of the tension and frustration that have build up within.

A flicker of magic, and a rendering of her face glows dimly, smiling softly at Loki as he ups the tempo. Though the heat is lacking, at least he can mimic the tight hold she would have on him as he thrusts into the fist repeatedly. Although wavering, more of her body appears, completing the recollection of the sight of [Y/N] splayed on the fourposter. The god’s breath hitch and his hips stutter, but the euphoria only lasts mere seconds before the unquenchable need returns. Sweet doom. There is a way to sate the hunger, but it has to be done right or not at all.

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 6 years ago

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The Siren & The Healer (3)

Natasha Romanoff arc

Chapter 3: The Doubts

Platonic Natasha x fem!Reader, Loki x fem!Reader (soulmates?)

Theme: With cracks between the most powerful superheroes of the earth, Natasha Romanoff does not find rest when she is assigned on a mission to find the missing pieces of a puzzling power that once nearly got into the hands- rather, tentacles- of Hydra. In order to unearth the pieces, she must dig through her own past and make a decision that might decide the fate of the earth in the coming wars.

Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, friendship, and whatnot

Chapter warnings: Something some of you may like. Some of you might not. I personally did.

A/N: This was written a few years ago with an OC in mind so reader has a name but it is a reader insert.

Word Count: I am in a weird sullen mood. I don’t know what to do. I hate not knowing. Grrr! *shows fist to no one in particular* I had Korean Ramen- the one that comes in packets? It was fine until it starting feeling...not that cooked in my mouth. Blech! The only thing keeping me going is all you weirdos I love.

Also I need a drink. *sigh* *taps finger on the table* now where can I get something fine tasting and fast buzzing *narrows eyes at my brain*

MASTERLIST in bio, love

Nebula looked out at the ethereal reality of warm tones surrounding them as the ship sailed through another one of the cosmic clouds, on their way to the nearest filling stop before their stop for their next bounty. The space was everything she thought she was not. Vast, glowing, versatile, deadly and at the same time magnificent. It was too beautiful to miss even the smallest corner. Too stunning to miss breathing it in instead of the commotion going by in the ship somewhere.

“You seem well.”

Now there is something she would have never missed for anything in the world had she not been helping her insane father annihilate the universe. By the mere tones, she could remember every last breath she shared with him when they were working together. Rather, when she was supposedly working him.

“Compared to the last time-”

“I’m not that person anymore,” Nebula quipped too quickly, turning her head to find Loki standing right next to her. Right in her space. And her insides surprisingly seemed fine with it.

“Of course,” Loki agreed and Nebula couldn’t help but notice the warm glow the nearest star left on the frost giant’s face when he wasn’t brooding. Slowly, bits of their time together were coming back to her. The day they were having a duel to measure each other’s strength. More like the day they were looking for ways to break the other in any way they could find.

“You look-” she stopped to give him a once over before giving that blink-and-you-miss tilt of her head- “battered.”

Loki chuckled. She hadn’t changed much. Something Loki was happy to find out. Just like that day when he overpowered her on the battlefield, making her raging cries come out at him with no restraints. He never truly liked how she had been broken by her excuse of a father; he knew about that experience all too well. But he liked the fact that she could never be undone by any enemy she faced.

Until that fateful night after the fruitful battle.

“I was supposedly killed by your-by Thanos.”

Nebula felt her head swing at her with the same intensity as that star in front of them. He could still see the same sharpness in her dark eyes as he did that day when he had taken her by her arms and pushed her into the wall, leaning in closer to her lips till she had realised what had really been going on.

“But one moment I was floating and waiting for death to take me to Hel and the very next I was…”

There it was again. Nebula knew this look. That look in Loki’s eyes when his pupils dilated just right amount on him encountering the unknown and- unlike his usual way of keeping his guard up- loving every single bit of it. That was the look she had received when she had pushed him over the tousled sheets and got on top of him.

“Being saved,” she finished the emotions he seemed to be floating in at that moment.

Loki looked at her and for a second there she hated that tender look from him.

“And then your sister tells me you have all lived near about five years before you reversed it all.”

“Stark did,” Nebula was quick to mention, never missing that slight surprise in those green eyes before it is quickly mixed with wonder and just a swig of contentment. But just as soon as those shades arrive, they run away, making a place for a morbid concern.

“Is...is he…”

She blinked at him before slowly turning back to watch the star.

Loki felt a strange hue emanating from Nebula. A whiff of this new feeling. Was that...was that love? For Stark? What had happened to her for her to empathise with a mortal, even though it was Stark himself? What had gone down while he had died and come back to life?

“We’ll be making jumps soon-” Nebula clears her throat, her body going rigid, readying itself as her arms went to her sides- “better find a corner to hide or a support to hold on to.”

And she left Loki to stand in the chromatic tones created by the light entering the windows, colouring him in all shades whilst he watched her disappear around the corner, leaving him with bittersweet memories of the past and a sour taste of present.

___

Time: 0600 hrs

Location: Austria

The clouds above the European country were a soft welcome for the Wakandan heli-carrier. The first sun rays bounced off them with the softest of glow, entering the heli-carrier and putting a smile on the pilot’s face as she took the world outside Wakanda in for the first time.

“Aneka, my sister ” a voice called from the holographic image beside the controls in front of her.

“General,” Aneka greeted Okoye with her arms crossed against her chest. Okoye returned the greeting.

“Have there been any developments since you left Wakanda?”

Aneka transferred Okoye to the table in the middle of the control room where a document titled Yuri Chekhov lay. She tapped it open for Okoye to see.

“Yuri Chekov’s location has been narrowed down. He was seen visiting the local University last night and spotted in the city early this morning. But no one else from his contacts or dealers have been sighted with him. Should I bring him in, nonetheless, General?

Okoye looked at Aneka, her face stoic ever.

“No, Aneka. You are in no way to sway from the orders you have been given. You are aiding the Avenger in her mission at the request of your king. Nothing more. You are to stick to gathering intel on the human trafficking activities of his dealer.”

Okoye’s expression did not falter for even a second.

Ever the composed one , Aneka thought. No wonder she was chosen as our General.

“Yes, General. For the king.”

“Now, where is the Avenger?”

Aneka let in a huge chunk of air before getting it out of her flared nostrils. “She went into the Ingcambu chamber three hours ago.”

Okoye took her eyes away from the screen, looking at something far beyond the halls she stood in right now. The movement in her shoulders told Aneka there was something her General was considering quite seriously. It was best she wasn’t bothered by her thoughts.

“Update me when you land,” she finally spoke, “ If things get too ugly, you will have reinforcement on speed dial in the Avenger’s K-13 model.”

Aneka nodded as she opened a slot under the table to produce a matte black box with the symbol of the Black Panther in the centre.

“Let us pray you do not ever need it.”

Just a full-length corridor away from where Aneka watched the golden clouds, stood a vibranium door with a do not disturb sign. Inside the room, purple hues danced across the walls encrusted with laboratory-made vibranium crystals at measured lengths, the only source of light being the LEDs at the centre on the roof, covered intricately so that the light touched every crystal in the room before reaching the centre. The wall opposite the door had computers set up to measure vitals of anyone present in the room, the frequency of the crystals and a collection of songs from all over the world.

In the centre of the room, Natasha lay on what seemed like a spa bed, her breathing in control, her heart rate normal. The screen on the headrest read her brain waves, picking on a certain periodic rhythm almost in sync with the orchestra playing on the speakers around her.

The rhythm was that of her smooth movements across the wooden floor inside her head, recalling the graceful movements of her ballet lessons. She could see herself in the mirrored wall of the studio. Her long red hair neatly tied up in a bun with a white ribbon. Her porcelain figure clad in black till her toes. Her eyes did not leave her reflection’s even as the rest of her body kept in sync with her old routine. After she was done, her hands, with a mind of their own, went to her old wound on her abdomen. Her eyes finally broke away from the mirror on finding nothing but smooth skin where the scar once was.

“Natalia! chto ty delayesh ?” a high pitched stone-cold voice pierced through the room, making her flinch and turn without wasting another second.

A grey-haired woman, with silver piercing diamonds for eyes, stood at the other end of the room. Her tall figure stood there, staring the life out of Natasha, with her arms crossed across her chest.

Suddenly, Natasha could smell the perfume around her. It was so delicate yet sharp that if the perfume had a physical form, it could pierce through the heart of any man within a matter of seconds and they still wouldn’t know what happened.

“Madam Elena.”

She was surprised at hearing her voice tremble slightly as she bowed her head and stood with her hands holding each other in front of her.

She did not look up in the direction of the old lady even when she tried. An unseen force stopped her from doing so. Facedown, chest out, back straight - she kept reminding herself. A few seconds later, she heard heels click on the floor, drawing closer with every passing second.

“What did I tell you about losing your focus, Alianovna?”

Natalia could feel the throb in her veins pick speed at the sound of Madam Elena’s voice. The Russian accent as crisp and cold on her tongue as the first winter she was made to stand out in. Naked, Natalia could feel the room get chillier than it already was.

“That losing my focus and purpose would be the death of me, Madam Elena.”

“Not only you, witch .” another familiar voice called out from behind her. With the voice came a stench of gasoline and fire burning away dead bodies.

“Stefan! ” Natalia hissed through her teeth as she saw a shadow in the mirror.

“You were the death of all of us.” Stefan hissed as everything around his figure in the mirror started burning up.

Natalia backed away from the mirror, her shoulders finding their composure, her breath and her heart finding their steady rhythm as she looked down at the burning shadow of her old comrade.

“No. I was not,” she could not stop the tremble of her words, her eyes moistening up, her breath running wild, “It was your choice to choose death. You all had it coming for you.”

She looked at the mirror that, now, reflected only her own figure standing between the fire when suddenly Madam Elena’s face came out of the darkness and into the light of the flames, half of it burned to a crisp, her silver eyes still intact but carrying a menacing stare as they pierced through the reflection to Natalia’s gaze.

“So do you.”

Natasha’s eyes opened wide as her body jerked her awake.

She was back in the vibranium chamber. Her eyes tried to focus on things around her, taking everything in, noticing a chill around her chest. Her hands realised she was sweating. So had the monitors connected to the air conditioning around her. She got up, putting all her long fiery strands back in their place. She picked up her white blouse from the table harbouring the monitors and put it on. The black leather jacket went above the blouse effortlessly. Everything was done like one smooth wave rushing over to the tips of the beach, not breaking for even a second.

Aneka saw Natasha Romanoff came out of the Ingcambu chamber looking more poised than she had when she went in. Whatever doubts the member of the Dora Milage had about this redhead disappeared as she saw her stand in the control room, taking updates from her as well as two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had accompanied them.

The heli-carrier descended on a private airport strip near a forest just as the screens pinged with the recent location where Yuri Chekov was spotted ten minutes ago.

“Keiko, get the weapons. Brunn, bring out the lady,” Natasha said as the open end of the carrier welcomed them to a cold but colourful scenery.

Aneka too was dressed according to the weather in her red sweater, black jacket, black leggings and black boots. If she was carrying her spear, Natasha could not make out where she had hidden it.

Keiko came back running, carrying two huge bags supported on her hips. Aneka was surprised at the Asian’s muscle strength, something her cute face never gave away at any point in their journey. All she did was smile at the Wakandan throughout the trip to the point that Aneka wanted to make sure Fury had not sent some lost college student by accident.

Brunn, on the other hand, was a complete opposite. His tanned skin did not give away his roots while his silent demeanour did not give away his character. Aneka was just thankful she did not have to pass a smile every time she crossed paths with him.

“Wasn’t this a recon mission? What are the weapons for?” Aneka asked.

Natasha put on her gloves, still exposing her fingers to the sunny winter day. “They are not for me or you…or Chekov for that matter. They’re for Keiko and Brunn in case we make contact with Meldrake and have to perform a rescue for the people he trafficked here if he did.”

Aneka looked at how casually she spoke of the man and the people whose lives were in his palms. Her work may be similar to our Nakia , she thought, but she doesn’t carry the passion in her eyes as our sister does.

“Then what are you carrying to the battlefield?” Aneka asked the assassin.

Natasha looked at Aneka and a smile reached the latter’s eyes.

Brunn came out of the carrier gently carrying with him a bike- a Kawasaki Ninja, all in black, modified to some extent. Brunn was very careful with her, caressing her as he stopped beside his commanding officer.

“She has been equipped just like you asked, ma’am”, Brunn said as he brought forward the helmet that went with it.

She thanked Brunn as she took the helmet and balanced the lady in black by her side. “I’m carrying this to the battlefield,” she said after putting on the helmet and motioning her hands in an outward sway.

Aneka looked at the bike questionably before wondering if it actually was the bike she was referring to.

Natasha motioned at Keiko, who skipped towards them and slid behind her with the grace of a golden retriever trying to find a comfortable spot. Brunn brought out a set of keys from his pocket for the SUV that sat by the hanger, about twenty feet away from them.

“Shall we, ma’am?” Brunn asked, pointing towards the four-wheeler.

Aneka looked at Natasha, who gave her an affirming nod before drowning the silence around them with the roar of the engine.

Aneka and Brunn followed behind, keeping their distance.

She is not a soldier, she is something else and then so much more, Aneka couldn’t help but think to herself. And the thought was not a comfortable one.

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