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The Play

Teachers pet. Kinda enemy to lovers. Part 2.

Sumarry: Ivan is sick, and guess who is going to be the new Romeo? That's right, the insuferable Professor Hiddleston, the one who hates you. When an accident happens, you discover some interesting things about him and his thoughts.

Warings: I wish i could put something in here, but it got bigger then i expected and i'll have to put on part three. Yes, sorry, but there will be part three. Maybe some angst in this part? Dunno for sure.

Ps: Soooo sorryyy for the delay to post this, but i got myself lost on my other accont, MattMurdock42 (it's my Henry Cavill acount), and, moreover, i had no idea how to finish this. But, better late then never, here is the second part. When i created part one, i had in mind to only be a two parts project, but it got bigger then i expected. The part three, i believe, will be the last part, and will finally have the smut you all so much want. Hope you enjoy this and have a blast of good time while reading it. Any comments about it, good or bad, are really appreciated. (Honestly, there is only a part two because of some good soul who said in the first part that it was good, that motivated me for part two.)

Wc: 5k

Here is the link to part one:

https://www.tumblr.com/chubbypie/742077573821005825/the-play

The next day, you really didn´t want to go to the theater to rehearse. Not after what happened last night. But you couldn´t miss it, the due date was getting close. At least, Ivan would be back, you thought.

You put a shirt under your hoodie and above your thermal blouse, taking the professor's recomendation to wear something warmer. You knew it wasn´t the weather who made your hands cold, and yes a certain someone, but maybe it could help, it´s worth a try.

On your way to the theather, you bought an espresso and a salty croassaint. Arriving there, already have eaten, you put your bag on the backstage's dresser and go on stage. Everyone was on their possitions, however, someone was missing.

"Huh, excuse me, but where is Ivan?" You asked.

"Oh, thanks for the reminder. Everyone, get togheter here." Everyone went to your side to hear one of the professors who were working on the play. "I unfortunately have bad knews, Ivan was hospitalized last night, the doctors are trying to figure what he has, but we are in contact with his family all the time to know the news. Since he can´t make to the rehearses, we will have a new Romeo: Professor Hiddleston. As he already knows the lines and is working on the play from the begining, we believe he will make a fine substitute."

Everyone seemed to agree and got back on possition.

You were shocked. You wanted to look down, run back and hide in your room. You were trying to avoid the guy, not co-act with him! You didn´t want to give up the play, so you´d have to suck down your feelings about his persona and be professional. You could do that, right?

The morning went by. Your hands as cold as ever, even with the extra clothing. Lunch break came and went. You explained your situation to Amy and she said: "Girl, enjoy your opportunity, half the university is drooling over the guy, so take his hands as he is your most desired dream, kiss him with desperation, make everyone jealous, make a spectacle!"

"You are not exactly helping my situation here. If I do it, he will be more pissed with me than he already is, maybe even kick me out of his classes. Besides, i can´t even control my breath near him, moreover, my hands grow cold and sweaty and my face red." She just laughed at your statement.

The afternoon came. Inside the theater was becoming hot, so you took of your hoodie. The rehearsal had started again. The second of the day. You were backstage, breathing deeply, trying to get used to your situation when, in the corner of your eyes, you see someone stand by your side, watching the stage with you.

"Hope you don´t mind your new Romeo." Said a bass voice.

Your breath caught in your troath. "No, sir. You are a good actor."

He looked at you, his gaze going to your shirt. "Loki?"

"Yes. I-I kinda like norse mithology."

"May I assume Loki is your favourite norse god? I´m not so much into him, thought."

"Who do you like, then? Loki is the most interesting one. He is witty, playful, can be caring when needed, and kinda cute."

"Well, he is, almost, all that. But i prefer Mimir."

"The one who gives advices to Odin. The so called most inteligent of the gods?"

"That´s the one. I like his characteristics as a being."

'It really is a nice one, sir."

Before the conversation could go on further, it was your time to get on stage.

At the end of the play, while people were leaving, you and Mr. Hiddleston were getting up when he said: "You should have kept your hoodie, your hands were cold again."

"S-sorry sir, but the hoodie won´t help it, they are naturally cold. It´s normal, actually."

He nodded. "Okay, then. See you tomorrow."

He starts to turn away when you say, without thinking much. "Wait." He turns to you. "I´m sorry for ruining your night, last night."

He looked confused for a few seconds, then, remembered the encounter. "Oh, it´s okay. May advices seemed to help, you were more relaxed today. I´m glad I could help." He gives you a slight smile and goes a way.

Rehearsals come and go. Your conversations always kept to a minimal, greetings or some aspect of the play.

It´s finally the first day. You didn't remember beign this nervous before. You were already dressed, having gotten ready earlier to get used to the costume and try to be more at ease. Other actors were starting to gather now, helping one another dress. You were sat on a chair, doing breathing exercises, when you noticed someone approaching you. It's Professor Hiddleston, already in his costume too.

"Hey, just wanted to make sure you were here already." He said.

This didn't help you in your state. Did he think you were going to ruin this? That you were that kind of person? Jesus, from everyone you could be paired with, it had to be with him! You decided to let his comment go. "Yes, i'm here." You say low.

"You doing okay? You are incredibly pale." He noticed.

"i'm fine. Just nervous, maybe that's the reason."

"Oh, I see." as he said that, he just turns and leave, no more word spoken. Gosh, did he really need to be this rude? You weren´t in the mood for this, so you got up and started pacing fast, trying to clear your mind. Suddenly, someone touched your shoulder from behind. You glanced back and saw Mr. Hiddleston again.

"Here, have this, it will help, i'm certain." When you looked down, you saw a small chocolate bar in his hands. "I know how you feel. In my first play i was exactly the same, and this helped me a lot, it kept my sugar in a good level and gave me some welcomed energy."

You exitated before taking it from him. First, he was rude and made mean coments, now, he is helping you? He must want something, right? You took the chocolate and thanked him.

You sat to eat and he sat by your side, you both staying in silence. After having finished the bar, he looked at you and comented. "There, your color is back on your face. Feeling better there, Juliet?" He asked. Was that nervousnes in his voice? No, it can't be.

"Yes, thank you, Romeo. I think i'm in a better state of mind too now."

He gave you a smile and you both just stood there, in silence. "If you feel nervous again, on stage, just remember you are doing great." He gave you a soft smile with that.

Okay, they say woman are hard to uderstand, but his man beats them all.

The palay happened. When you finally left the stage you were sick, bille creeping up your throat. You ran to the bathroom and leaned on the toilet, you were feeling it almost in your mouth, but it did't rise any further. You sat on the floor and took deep breaths. You heard a knock on the door. Who could be at this unfortunate hour?

"I'm almost done here." You said loudly.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" You knew that voice, it was Mr. Hiddleston.

"I'm just a little nauseated, but i'm fine."

"If you are nauseated you are obviously not fine. How can i help?"

"It´s really okay." As you said that, you feelt the bille getting higher in your larings. You tried to puke in the toilet, but nothing comeed out again.

"Darling, are you puking? I'm worried with you. On the last act you looked like you were going to faint. Please open the door so i can see you."

Was he crazy? Obviously you were not going to open that door. But you were done with him bothering you, talking was making you worse. "You know, if you really wanna help, get me an Eno." As you said that, you heard him go away.

After some minutes he got back and you forced yourself to your feet to open the door. He was standing there, with the Eno inside a glass and a watter bottle. "Here." He handed you and you drank it. "Thank you, i'll be fine now." You said gesturing to the door. "I think i should stay in case you get worse." He sugested.

"Look, i do apreciate your kindness to get me the medicine, but now, you really can't stay. You are not going to see me puke." As you said that you feelt your bille rising, so, you put your hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him out. You barely had time to lock the door when you ran to the toilet, thowing up your guts. After you finished, you washed your mouth and your hands. When you opened the door, you saw Mr. Hiddleston sitting on a chair, his right leg shaking up and down, he looked at you and stood. "Here, i believe this will help with the nausea. Are you better?" He said and handed you a Sports drink.

"Yes, much better now." You looked to the gatorate and said. "You really shouldn't have. But i'm thankfull for your kindness, sir. You helped me a lot. If you ever need anything, i own you. You helped me a lot with my anxiety pre, and post, show."

"Nonsense. You don't own me anything. i am glad to be able to help."

You gave him a soft smile and went to the dressing room to change your clothes (since you still wore your costume).

After this night, every other one you noticed him eyeing you more and asking how you were everyday.

Now, it was the last week of the play. People from other universities had came to see it, meaning you were crouded, so, you'd have to present every night.

This monday, you didn't know why, Professor Hiddleston gripped you quite tightly. You brushed of as he being nervous. However, this kept happening, and, unfortunately, left your wrists a bit bruised. How it was winter, you could cover it with layers of sleeves. You really didn't understand the guy. In the beggining, he hates you more than anything, then he starts to talk normally to you, when you get anxious he is there, being all sweet by your side and helping you go through it; but then? He was bruising you? What's with this man?

Thursday, when you were changing, before you could tie the end of the sleeves of your shirt (meaning they were loose, exposing your forearms), Mr. Hiddleston entered the room to change himself. He looked at you and said 'hi', as always, but today, he added a frown to his face. He got closer to you while you were tying the second layer of your skirt and said. "Darling, let me see your arms, please."

"Sorry, sir, but, why?" You asked starting to panick, he couldn't see that! No way.

"Come on" He said with a seriousness in his voice, not really leaving place for argument, his hands already streched.

You finished to tie and lifted your arms a little. He took them and stretched them to see it better. You could notice the engines on his head were turning.

"Who did this to you?"

"No one, they just apeared. i think i hited them at the gym."

"Darling, this doesn't seem like a hit. it looks like hands did this." He soothed his thumbs over the inside of your wrists. Did he really not know he was the one to blame? Was he feaking it?

"Don't worry, sir, they will fade away in no time, nothing serious."

He letted go of your arms and you resumed to get ready. He went away, but not entirelly convinced, sooner or later he would discover the truth.

That day, his gripped you as harshly as the other ones, but it was only on the fifth day that he noticed. During a scene, you were together on a corner of the stage, while some other characters were talking on the front, he took your wrist to prepare to assume your part, but when he did so, you letted out a small, pained gasp. If it wasn't for your body going stiff alltogether, he wouldn't have detected it. When looked at you from the corner of his eye to see what was the problem, he noticed you looking down to where he was gripping you. He felt his stomach turn. Why didn't you say anything? He loosened his hand automatically. The rest of the play continued normally. In the end, he glanced at you putting your coat to go away from the theater with your friend, when saw you massaging your wrists. You were with your head down while you walked, your friend talking something with you. Did she know about your bruises? That night, all he could do was blame himself. He even had taken your wrists to see it and asked what happened, saying it was a hand mark. Gosh, you must have been so confused and embarassed!

Saturday, when you arrived to get dressed (earlier than others, of course, since you were more of an introvert), Professor Hiddleston was already there, sitting in a chair, backstage, his cellphone in hand. When you passed him, you gave him a polite smile, but he didn't return. "Wait" he said. You turned and went to face him, who was standing now. "Let me see your arms again."

You looked down and extend it to him. "it´s already much better, sir". You lied.

He folded your sleeves up and saw the angry marks. Yesterday he had grabbed you more rough then the other days, so it was more red. He closed his hands around the marks, seeing how the bruises perfectly matched his fingers. "Why didn't you say anything?" He spoke as he holded you.

"Sorry, sir?"

"About your bruises, I caused them, didn't I? I heard your pained squirm last night. Why, for gods sake, didn't you alert me? And even when I asked, you lied. Why?" He was looking at you then, his bright blue/green almost looking to your soul.

"I didn't want to upset you, sir."

"I am the one who hurts you, you are the one who should be upset. How could i be upset about this?" He asked confussed, tilting his head to the side, worry on his features.

You sighed, taking your forearms from his hands and unfolding the sleeves. Maybe this is the time to tell him that you know about his loath for you, you thought. If he knew, he couldn't exactly coment back. There was no problem, right? Today was the second to last day of the play, so you wouldn't have to face him anymore, and you only had this semester more with him, you could assign yourself for another subject on the next one, in case he became mad at you for recognising his feelings towards you.

"Because i would give you another reason to not be fond of me. If i made you feel bad, i would be making things worse."

He froze. What? W-What? Since when did he hate you? He was in shock, deadpaned. He didn't expect that.

"Why would you think I hate you?"

"Well, you don't hide it as well as you think." You scoffed.

"I'm sorry, but, again, what makes you think i hate you?"

"A lot of things, i guess."

"Ok. Lets set things clear. First, I dont hate you. Second, pray tell me one action i did to make you think that."

"It is a lot of combined actions, actually, but, well, you are not actually polite with me. I mean, you are, generally. But, to other students, you give nice complements and extensive explanations on their essays. On my ones, it's always been some short 'good job', 'well done', 'just use a better word for...' . Short and dry. No praises. No complains. Nothing."

He stayed silent for a moment. "I thought you didn't need anything else. Your assignments were always good, there was nothing much more for me to say."

"No matter how hard i tryed, i could never get the higher grade. I studied and studied, always practicing my writting, but the result was always the same, both in grade and comeback note." You said low, toying with the hem of your sweater, embarassed for telling him this.

Okay, now he felt guilty. He never gave you the higher score in an essay because he thought you could do better, so he tried to encourage you by doing this, always ninety nine porcent of the score. However, he never realised you could take it personally. God, he was feeling like a terrible person. If there was someone who deserved a full grade, it was you. You always attended all his requests on all the projects, but he recognized a talent when he saw one, and that's your case. He always expected more, scrutnizing every aspect of your writting, every combination of words in a sentence and the feelings behind it. Unconsciously, he was training you to excellence, to something more, althought, now he realised, that you never asked for it, you just wanted your grades, not a perfection prize. And this attitude of him made you feel less, or worse, like he hated you.

"I never noticed i made you feel bad. Darling, i am so sorry. It's just that- well- I-. Okay." He sighed deeply. "Your work is good. Too good, actually. So I, unconsciously, expected more from you, always, being to demanding. After seeing some of your texts, i started to expect perfection from you, even knowing that is impossible. The scores were to motivate you, so you'd always work hard to get better. But, now i realise, i was unfair to you. You never asked to be trained to perfection. You don't want that, i was forcing it in you and I made you feel bad. Know that i don't hate you. Your essays, i have had few students in the same level as you in all my years lecturing, and they all became huge, with phd's leading them to greate work. So, when i recognized this potential in you, something awakened inside me and i acted in instinct. However, now i realise, that they all asked for my help in their own times, and if they wanted."

You were deadpanaed. You certainly weren't expecting this.

"So, are we better now? You know, this is not exactly a reason to not tell me about being rough with you."

"What about the stares? And the unreadable faces? Almost cold shoulders." You asked bluntly, wihout thinking, since you were still in some sort of shock.

"What stares?"

"Sometimes you look at me with a poker face and don't say anything. I try to shrug it like being your personality, but you don't do this to anyone else, it seems."

"Well..." He blushed. Then he sighed. "I'm gonna tell you the truth." He looked down, as he said low.

You raised your brows expectantly. Finally an explanation!

After some seconds with him cogitating and putting togheter his thoughts, he spoke. "I-I have feelings for you." He whispered, fidgeting with his hands. "If you know what i mean. They are wrong, so they haunt me."

You were more shocked then before.

"Are you mocking me?" You simply couldn't believe it!

He scrunched his nose. "What? No, of course not." As he responded he looked at you.

My eyes were wide now, as i stared at him. "So... you like me and act like that towards me?"

"I wanted this feelings to go away, so i shut myself, to not give me tentations." He looked embarassed now. "About the stares. I looked at you with longing, but a battle inside me occured, so i ended up staring without realising. I am so, so sorry. You don't deserve this." He exhales loud. "I will start to give you fair grades from now on. I hope you feel better now. I ask you to please, not hate me, for my feelings ad my behavior. I'm concious this is out of line and i punish myself mentally everyday for it."

You were speechless. You didn't expect your day to turn out like that.

"After the play i will distance myself, do not feel threatened, darling, please."

"Y- you don't need to distanciate, just don't treat me like shit again. And if you think i could do better, talk to me."

You both stayed still, just looking at each other.

"I won't go tonight. So, Happy birthday in advance." He said low.

"Why wont you go?"

"I think you will enjoy more if i'm not there."

"No, you should go." You looked at him and got a little closer. "About your feelings. I'm not a little girl anymore, i won't feel threatened if you talk to me. I know there are some age gap, but it's not ilegal our ages, i won't think bad of you. We can work this out if you don't keep staring at me from afar or ignore me or be rude."

"Thank you, darling, for not judging me." He gives you a soft smile.

"We are not scholars in the matters of the heart. I understand this inapropriate feelings. It's okay. But, now, will you go?"

"If you don't mind."

"Of course I dont!"

The play happened, and he was more gentle, being aware to not cause you pain. Your mind couldn't decide itself between if he told the truth or was joking.

After the play, you went to a pub and, during dinner, the crew handed you a present, saying that it was from everyone. You thanked them, saing they didnt have to bother. You opened. It was a Norse Mithology book.

"Oh my god, i love it! How did you know i liked it?."

"Professor Hiddleston gave the idea. Then, we needed to know which book to give you. Again, Mr. Hiddleston, always the saviour, said that you were always with a girl named Amy, a friend of yours, so the professors who were directing explained our situation to her and asked if she had any idea of books. She complemented us for the thoughtfull idea and passed us the names of the mithology books you already have. Then, Professor Hiddleston and the others went to search for it." One of your collegues explained.

"Well, thank you all, so much. And thank you, Mr. Hiddleston." I said looking at him. Was what i saw on his face, shyness?

"You're welcome, darling." It was my turn to get flustered.

The night went on and you drank with your collegues, dancing, singing and joking around, acting scenes from the play, even. After a while, you saw the professor sitting alone on a stool by the bar, seemingly deep in thought. You walked slowly to him, trying to stay steady in your stated of drunkenness.

"Hello, there"

"Hi." He said looking at me, trying to sit on the stool, aparently a dificult job.

"You okay?" You asked.

"Yes. You? Enjoying your party?"

"Pretty much. You know, I hate birthdays, so i like to drink a little in them." You said as you took a deep breath, the alcohool making itself noticeable. "Oh no, i shouldnt have told you that." You said as your eyes went wide and you covered your mouth.

"Why not, darling?"

"Because you are Professor Hiddleston. You don't wanna know that, now i've bothered you." You said with a sigh, laying your head on your arms folded on the table.

"It's okay, you didnt bother me. We are having a conversation, after all."

You lifted your head. "If you say so. Why aren't you drinking?"

"I will, tomorrow. I dont think it's a good idea for me to do so today."

Youu hummed. "Well, you should, tomorrow, to celebrate that the play went entirelly well!" You said cheerfully, raising your head higher with a smile.

"Not entirelly." He said looking at your wrists.

You noticed his gaze and bluntly asked, your rationality not working well. "This?" You lifted your pulses. "It's fine." You said with a smile.

"It is not."

"You didn't mean to."

"Its not an excuse."

"Look, it hapened, you can't undo it. And i forgive you, so don't judge yourself."

"But it shouldn't have happened."

"Forget about it. Please."

He sighed.

"Thank you for the book, by the way. This edition is really pretty. And i've been needing a new one for quite some time. You have good taste."

"You're welcome, darling. Glad you like it. I remebered our breive conversation one day and thought that, if you even had a Loki's shirt, you should really like him and norse mitoloogy."

"Yess, i do love it." You said and your head falled back. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, sir, i think I'll be heading home. If the alcohol gets me sick, at least i'm home."

He looked at you with concern in his eyes, seeing your state as you got up in shaky legs. "Hummm, do you think it's a good idea to go alone? You can barely stand."

"Dont worry, i can handle myself." You said with a wave, your other hand clutching tightly the chair so you could stay up.

"No, you can't right now." He said gently. " Besides, its almost one and a half am, it1s dangerous for you to walk alone in this condition, i will walk you to your dorms."

You looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, now come on, off we go." He offered you his arm for support and you stared at it in fear. "You okay?"

"I can't touch your arm, you are Professor Hidddleston. Professor Hiddleston hates me. If i touch his arm, i will be expeled from his course." You said quickly in a breath.

His heart ached by hearing that. His guilt consuming him. "Darling, i don't hate you. Now, come on, i won't expell you if you touch me."

You gently took his arm, but after some steps towards the exit, your grip tightened a little for you to better steady yourself. You lead him to your little apartament, which is not far. "This building, sir. Thank you for your help." You said, leaning against the wall and starting to walk to the door.

"You can't go upstairs draging your feet, i'll help you."

"You already did to much, sir."

"Nonsense, take my arm again." You did and you started to go upstairs, slowly, of course. He was surprisingly strong. Sometimes you would stumble on your own feet and he would catch you with both hands under your armpits before your knees could touch the ground.

When on your floor, you went to your door. You got the keys but couldn't unlock with such unsteady hands. "Let me." He said, taking the keys from your hands, gently, brushing his fingers against your cold ones. He opened the door and helped you in.

Once inside, you kicked your shoes off and hanged your coat. "Please, sir, make yourself home. I can't do it right now, but if you want, you can make coffee or tea, or serve yourself anything else i have, as a thank you so, so much for your help." You said taking deep breaths, the alcohol always leaving you on this state. "I'll go brush my teeth now, if you need anything, call me."

As you disapeared to the bathroom, he went to your kitchen to take a glass of water. With it in hands, he looked his suroundings. There were books everywhere in the liviing room (you didn't seem to have a bookshelf, so it was all over the place), tea and coffe mugs also everywhere. Oil paintings of various subjects on the walls (he saw the little canvas and paints near the balcony, so he got to the conclusion you made them). On the fridge, behind little black magnets, poems that you wrote while experiencing different kinds of feelings being secured by the magnets. On the other wall near the balcony, there was a piano with a Shostakovitch sheet's book. The little couch was full of blankets, a big, flat stuffed bear resting on one end. He peeked your room. More books on your bedside table, a huge, black dragon stuffie, lots of conforters, two pillows. Your tablet on the bedside table by the other side of my bed. A small but tall wardrobe. You get out of the bathroom in your pajamas already, ready to sleep

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yes. Thought i was going to puke, but it seems i'm not. Just really tired."

"You need anything?"

"No, thank you." You said as you laid on the bed with a yawn, closing your eyes.

"I'll be going then, but you need to go lock your door when i leave."

"Dont want to." You mumble low.

"Darling, you have to."

"Can you lock, please?"

"I can't, you know that." He said gently.

"I have three keys." You whispered. "One is with Amy, one with me. I have another in my purse, take it and lock, some other day you can give me back." You mumbled almost incoherently, your eyes already closed, your mind already shutting off.

He sighed, but he knew that, if he didn't lock, you certainly wouldn't. He went to your backpack and took the key from a pocket. He wrote you a note explaining the key situation and leaved on your kitchen table. Then, he leaved.

[chubbypie]

The Misunderstanding

Paring: Professor Laufeyson X Reader

Summary: You and Professor Laufeyson have been dating for a while. However, a new girl in class leaves you anxious and insecure. Thankfully, Loki is there to lift you up and make you feel special.

Warnings: angst, insecurities, comfort, professor/student relationship, fluff fluff fluff.

W.c: 8k

It's been a year since you and Professor Laufeyson started your relationship. You don't know how to name it, and neither does he, however, since you are both happy, you decided to leave nameless.

He was good for you.

It all started with sudden bumps in the library. Bookshelves always to high for you to reach (You weren't the short tipe, but you couldn't be compared to the 6'4 professor). You were in his literature class, but never though twice about the men. Sure, he was an eye candy, but you knew you couldn't stand a chance with someone like him, well-educated and handsome. You happened to be a night owl, doing all your studys during midnight in the library, nevertheless, little did you know that the same situation could be aplied to professor Laufeyson. When passing through your caotic table, with papers and books sprawled, he always gave you a simpatetic "Hello, darling". You would spend hours just a few tables apart, the high ceilling, hard and dark wooden room only iluminated by the golden lampshades on yours and his desk, lights ocassionally turning on as you ventured through the walls of books when needed.

The first one to interect with the other was him. During a tuesday night, you were worn out fisically, for spending so much time sitting while studying, and mentally, because of your anxiety, the source being a difficult test the next morning.

"I don't think you should be drinking that much coffe." You heard a voice behind you, while you were standing puring you fourth cup of the night. Turning, you saw the professor with his own mug in hands. "This is probably my last one. I just need to go through five more pages, then i'll call it a night." I say with a grin, feeling awkward, since social interactions always leaved you in that situation. He gave you a smile and went to purr his own mug.

Three weeks since that night, the second interaction occured. It was one am, a sunday night, or monday morning as some people call. You have been rummaging through the hallway of shelves for quite some time when you saw Mr. Laufeyson aproaching you. "I'm sorry, darling, but are you alright? You've been running up and down, quite fast, for a considerable time, do you need help with anything?" He questioned, observing your flushed cheeks from the quick exercise. "I'm fine, thank you. I was just trying to find the moving staircase, i can't hapen to find it anywhere." You say through shallow breaths. " I don't believe i have seen it too. But, what do you need? Maybe i can help you get it?" His voice was laced with curiosity. "I need that David Copperfield book." You say, pointing to it, in a very high shelf. Mr. Laufeyson tried to catch it, but it was also out of his reach. "I'll get a chair." He said as he strode away. When he came back, he settled to the task of getting the book. He had to get on his tiptoes, so you hold the chair for him not to falter. Suddenly, he observes. "I don't mean to be nosing in your afairs, darling, but isn't it a little to late for you to be here?" He finally caught the book and got down from the chair. "Thanks" He thanks you for holding the chair. "It is quite past my usually bed time, but i need to finish your paper for tomorrow afternoon." You say shyly, feeling embarased for being caught doing the assignment in the last minute. "I can't believe you didn't do it already! i passed two weeks ago. You won't be able to finish it until tomorrow afternoon." "I'm sorry, time moved so quickly this last few days, that it only dawned on me today that the due date is tomorrow." You explained looking at your feet. You heard him exhale, then looking at his face, he was clearly in deep thoght, his mouth in a thin line. "Look, you've always been a good student, if you promise me this won't happen again, i'll extend the due date. Only this time, you have to promise me this won't happen again." He resolved. Your eyes went wide. " Y- you don't need to, i'm sorry..." "Please, i'd prefer if you didn't do it in a rush and handed me anyhing just to say you did. Take your time. I'll give you a week." "Thank you, sir, so soo much. I promise this wont, ever, happen againg. You are very kind, sir. And thanks for getting the book to me." "You are welcome. This situations can happen sometimes. However, i thought you should really get some sleep now, i dont want you sleeping in my class tomorrow." "Yes, sir, thank you again." You responded as you headed to gather your things, happy to get to your dorms as soon as possible.

The third time you two happened to talk to each other outside class was on a friday. You were leaving his class, headed to the library, when you noticed he was doing the same path, so, consequentially, you walked together. During the walk, small talk flowed. Like the usual "how you doing?" and he asking you what you were going to study...

After a few other small bumps outside class, you two became friends. Taking breaks from studies together to drink coffe or grab a bite. Him bringing you your favorite hot beverage sometimes, when he noticed you were to busy. You buying him some food when you observed he skipped dinner. You became familiar with each other. He knew your classes schedule, and you knew his.

In some months , you had progressed to share the same table, opting for a bigger one in the depths of the library. While your half was a mess with books and papers and pens, his was neatly organized. Each seating in one end, with coffe on the middle.

You didn't call him Professor Laufeyson anymore, rather Loki, after him insisting on it. Alltogheter, of course, he also called you by your name.

It felt natural, like you belonged together. You could be yourself with him, since, from the beginning, he had already known you in some level, and never judged you and your likings. He was himself with you as well, as he knew you too weren't judgimental. With the pass of time, he ocassionaly opened up to you.

You were a good listener, so he came about to tell you about his problems and life. He was the youngest son, and his father made sure he knew he was the least favorite. His brother and mother were a bit more supportive, althought, but not much to sooth him. He also opened up to you, in one difficult night, on the verge of tears, that there were professors at the university, both male and females, who sexually harassed him, and he could do nothing because he is a man and no one would believe in him, he assured you that from past experiences. That night, you hugged for the first time, his face buried on your neck, hands holding you tight, one of your hands doing soothing motions between his shoulder blades, and the other gently stroking his hair. After that event, you became even closer.

A year had come to pass since the first time you two spoke at the library.

You both knew your relationship had come to something more than friendship, so, one saturday, at a coffe shop, you sat and talked about it. You were contious about the age gap, so you tried to make the situation the most rational possible. You would do this until it felt right, natural and pleased both of you. Of course, you set rules to make this discreet and for him to not give you privileges.

The agreement worked wonders.

It was the begging of the next year, and your classes had started with some new students. The library was more full this semester, which made you anxious, so, you told Loki you'd start to study at your doorms, but you didn't like it because it made you sleepy. That's when he offered his office to you. You said you couldn't accept at first, but he explained he was going to be there as well. The first week was a bit weird. The table was smaller, so it was difficult for you to share it. "Of course it looks small, you are a messy girl, little one. Here, let me help you organize your side." And so he did. You didn't like your things that much, but it was better than being anxious or sleepy.

You were insecure about your body, but Loki always tried to make sure to show you how perfect he thinks you are. You had oppened up to him once about you being chubby, and how you didn't match him in his slim form. The first time he asked you to ride him, you couldn't bring yourself to straddle him, so, he picked you up and sat on the couch with you on his lap. You tried to squirm off, but he just held you there. "See? not to heavy" he said in a soothing voice. "Loki, let me goo! Your thighs will be bruised". His eyes widened in shock. And that was the first time you cock warmed him during an entire movie night at your doorms, him making sure you stayed still.

Your relation progressed to kind of a bdsm one, where he loved to be your dom inside close doors. Sometimes you asked him to switch roles, which he happily agreed to, but became sad when you felt guilty for being on top of him; on this ocassions, sex was fast and focused entirely on his pleasure. He wanted to make you feel pretty the way he saw you, but you couldnt bring yourself to it.

Four months passed since the begining of classes.

It was monday, you headed to the university togheter, since you slept on his place. In the university, he became Professor Laufeyson again, and you his student. It was part of the rules. Your feelings toward one another would be reduced to a minimum, a professional facade assuming your faces and hearts. Today, thought, you couldn't help the side eye you were giving this new girl, Amanda, for getting the attention from Loki. He was giving your tests back, and when he called for Amanda, you noticed him telling her how good of a writter she was, with to much potential. It was something he said to you once. You took that complimet to the heart when he voiced it to you, so it hurt you a little to hear him say it to another girl. You beated yourself for this nasty feeling. You only felt like that because she was a girl, and you were obviously jealous. However, you just shook it of, remembering the trust he had on you, and continued with your life.

The following week, another assignment of hers was complimented, and you felt that tinge of jealousy again. You looked at yours in your hand, having received it from him with a wide smile. It wasn't that bad, was it? The grade was great as always. Not the highest one, but good nonetheless. "I could do better" You thought.

Amanda became a problem in your life. However, you never told loki, despite everything. She would recite the poems Loki asked like she made them herself and understood the feeling in each world. You beated yourself again for having to put some effort to understand some of them sometimes.

In addition, other things of hers, besides her intelligence, started to bother you. Her personality was one. She was really cheerfull, always having something to say, being friends to everyone, (a gossiper as well, as everybody knew). The other thing, was her body. She was slim, that itself already annoyed you, but, to put a cherry on top, she were stylish, everything looked nice on her.

She was the perfect combo: intelligent, thin, cheerfull and stylish. What men couldn't desire her? So, your insecurities began. You never voiced them to Loki, afraid he would, if he already didn't, notice that Amanda was the right girl for him, not you. So you began to try to change a little. You couldn't bring yourself to be as cheerfull as her, but you started to spend more time studying and less eating. "Baby steps" you thought.

It took two weeks for Loki to see the change on your behavior.

After your last class of the day you headed to his office to study, with a black coffe for you (you didn't like it that much, but it had less calories) and a caramel cappuccino for him. Arriving there, he thanked you and you both began to do your things. "You don't like your mocca anymore?" He asked. "I just want to change a bit." You say with a small smile. He decided to let it go, for now.

Another week passed. You were focused on his subject, trying really hard to get better.

You had a new assignment from his class: a poem, the main idea was free for the students to choose, no style or gender defined. He wanted to see how the class was with creativity.

You couldn't take him out of your head, so, as always, you put all your feelings on the task:

Shore waves that pass the shoulders, Shiny and tidy. Emeralds bathed by a shiny star, Reflecting kindness and lonesome. A soothing cello in an orchestra during Shostakovitch. A matching contrast between dark and light, Paleness and onix. A Dark Prince.

Homero and Proust? You can't compare to the Prince. The well-manered Charming could've been inspired on his character. Always caring. Always attentive. Althought, behind those staring, Prestative eyes, Is hidden a lonely boy, Looking for warm. This Dark prince.

You put your heart on it. Your hopes high on at least one compliment. The poem was obviously about him. No one else would know, only him would notice. It was okay. So, on the due date, you handed in.

On that weekend, you both had planned to have lunch together on sunday. Saturday you'd be visiting an old friend and he would be working on his assignments handed during the week.

Sunday morning came. You made lunch in your place, knowing he would be exhausted from last night, you knew he'd love some home made food. You heard your bell ring.

You ate together and after, you insisted on you doing the dishes, since you had nothing else to do during the day, finals having ended. "Darling, i need to speak to you." He sounded serious. "Sure, lo" He took your hand and guided you to the couch. You sat and he left a little space between you. This was odd, he was usually touchy. "First, i need to talk to you about your assignment." You swallowed, not knowing what to expect. Did he like it? You looked at him with doe eyes.

"Why did you made that?" You were taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"Just answer as you understood, please."

" I needed to get something out of my head."

"Could you tell me what was in your head? Or, a better question, Who?"

"Y-you." You say lowly.

"I see." He took a minute to look at his hands. "You know you shouldn't have." He looked back at you.

"No one would have guessed." It´s your turn to look at your hands. You respond still in a low voice.

"We can't risk that. It's to intimate a thing a poem like that. You described some parts of me that not many people know. If someone even considered it to be me, there would be to much at stake, do you understand?"

"Sorry. It wont happen again." You almost whisper this time.

"Thank you." He sighed. "The second matter now is, why are you eating less?" He was looking seriously at you. " You've lost weight, love."

"I'm just not hungry as usual. In no time my appetite will come back."

He didn't look convinced. "You look exhausted. You've been studying to hard and eating less. Please, take better care of yourself."

"Sorry" you whispered.

"You don't need to apologize, it's just an observation. I only want the best for you." As he said that, you noded. He closed the distance between you and hugged you. You buried your head on his chest. You'd have to stop eating less, or he'd start to put thought to it. You were truly sad about the poem. You had imagined he would at least say it was good.

After your conversation, you watched a film together. You were laying on your back and he was sprawled on top of you, his head resting on your chest. One of your hands was soothing his hair, the other, under his shirt, massaging his back. You couldn't bring yourself to pay attention tho the movie, part of your mind on a haze and the other on the feeling of his skin and soft hair underneath you palms.

After the movie, you drank tea together, talking about a book he was reading and you gave him the leftovers for him to take, with the excuse that you knew he was going to work all night and wouldn't bring himself to stop to prepare a meal, so, like this, he would only need to heat it.

He left. You immediately started to overthink. Were you that bad that you couldn't get a compliment about your essays and poems out of him? Were you so ordinary and boring? After all you've studied. For nothing, aparently. That's when you decided to go back to normal and clear your head. You needed to protect yourself, to stop this thoughts, they were bad for you. You'd start to eat normally and focus more on your hobbies. You were trully passionate about piano and ice skate. Maybe if you did what you love, you'd get a healthier mental state. And, so, you started doing that.

Monday came. After his class you were due to his office to study, but now, you had other plans. You approached his table when everyone had left.

"Ready to go to my office, darling?"

"Humm, sorry, but today i want to do something else, you know. I'm going to ice skate, it's been a while since i don't practise it, i think i'd like to do it today. But good studies for you." You gave him a kiss in his well shaved cheek and left in a hurry before he could answer you. "Don't forget to eat dinner, Mister Laufeyson." You say light hearted before you left. He just stood there, bashed, trying to process what had happened. You, jumping study time? He never saw it before.

The next day, your thighs were sore, but hell it was worth it. You forgot how much you liked it. You had a blast on the ring, and, in the end, you found some of your collegues and joined them, having fun. At lunch time, you put your name on the list of the piano players, reserving some time for you there. When night came, you went to Loki's office with your customary mocca and his cappuccino. "Hi, my love, i've missed you." He gave you a peck on the lips. "Me too." you talked back. "How did it go yesterday?" He asked. "My thighs are killing me, but it was so worth it! I had forgotten how much i love it." You said with a smile. He mimicked your smile, but bigger, you could almost see some sparks in his eyes. "I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself, i've had been feeling you kinda sad lately, so it is nice to see you having fun and smiling." He joyfully said, taking your hand and guiding you to the black leather couch, meaking you leave your chair. "Oh, i'm sorry if i made you feel that, i didn't mean to." You voiced as you sat on the position he positioned you to, with your legs on top of the couch. He kneeled in front of the couch and grabbed one of your thighs, giving squeezes. "You never apologize about your feelings, not to me and not to anyone. I know you didn't mean to. Is the pressure okay?" "It´s perfect, thank you." He nodded in acknowledgment and kissed your thigh. The rest of the night went great.

During the weeks, you would leave his office a little earlier to go to the music room to play. This was a nice routine. You had made it official: two days you'd go ice skating and always you didn't have much to study you'd play the piano. Your mind was focused somewhere else now, not on Amanda and Loki (not so much, at least), but what you didn't notice, is that Loki thought you were becoming distant, so he decided to surprise you during the weekend with an afternoon tea and talk to you, if you were okay and stuff.

However, during the week, something happened. You headed to his office after class and left your backpack on the table then went to grab something you two could dinne. Seeing your backpack, he decided to unpack your things and leave everything ready for when you came back. He took off your pencil case, your tablet, your water bottle and your notebook. He always thought your notebook a thing full of personality, since you'd have the last subject dedicated to your favorite poems from the most diverse authors, quotes from movies and more. The penultimate subject is where you did some drawings and some scatches of authoral poems about your feelings, drafts of stories and other things. He opened it, eager to see what else you had added to this little artifact. You always had let him see it, so why would he ask today? Going through some pages, he landed on a draft of a poem:

The Dark prince has a lover now, she can give him the warm he needs to survive. But everyone knows that bread without a purpouse to keep living is to no use.

There is someone knew, who looks like him. A matchig for his figure and wit. I wish kindness to his former lover, for she will miss him with all she got in herself. His care, attention. His understand, his love. God, be kind. For only he will know how much she will miss his presence.

What the hell was that? He thought. It looked like a continuation of that poem you handed to him a few weeks ago. What did you mean with it? Who was this someone knew? He had so many questions, but it'd have to wait, the weekend was due to two days. He could wait, put his thoughts in order and have a good conversation with you.

You came back with two cheese burgers. While you studied, he kept giving you swifty glances. "Are you alright, love? Do you need anything?" You'd gently ask. "I'm fine, thanks, my mind just drifted." And you'd continue.

It was saturday night, he abandoned the plan of an afternoon tea. He knew you to well, you would divert the conversation that way. You needed to be more aconfortable with him when he aproached you. This was a serious matter, you were claiming there was someone else for him, someone like him, and he would leave you, he really needed to sort things out. So, he made a plan for you to open up.

He went to your dorms to pick you up to go to the movies (he knew it was your favorite place). After, he took you to dinner.

After you ordered, he asked you. "You know, i miss you so much, it's been some time since we do something more than a quicky, what do you say we do something more adult rated tonight?" He wriggled his brows with a mischievous smile at you. He knew you almost never said no, and when you did, you would give him a handjob and cuddle, so you wouldn't leave him dry. "Sure, do you have something in mind?" You asked with your brows raised. "If you are okay with it, I would like to dominate you tonight." As he voiced it, he reached for your hand that was resting on the table. "Anything for you, lokes." You said flustered, cheeks burning with the tipe of the conversation.

Getting home, you two laid on the couch to let the food get a little down first. You were cuddled when he spoke "my most beautiful thing in the world, now, we will set some rules before the did, okay?" "I bet you say that to all of them" you sayrolling your eyes and giggling "but okay." You missed his frown, this coment only added to his questions in his confused mind. "First, you know the safe words, the traffic lights system: red to stop everything right away, yellow to wait a minute, and green to keep going. if you feel like not doing something, please tell me, okay? i wont be mad, i will only be mad if something avoidable happens to you." You cup his face with both of your hands and say "My love, this is not our first time." and you finish with a peck on his lips.

You get up and stretch a hand to help him. He takes it and, in one swift movement, he was on his feet and hoping you over his shoulder. "Loki, I just ate, I'm to heavy now!!!" "Shut up, y/n." He utters bouncing you to show you how he could handle more then fine your weight. He only lowered you on the bed. You help him to undress and he does the same to you. "Lay for me, arms open." You do as he comand while he searches for a silk rope. He ties your arms to each side of the bed, allowing you to sit a little if needed. He let your legs free, he knew that, during his questions, you'd feel more safe with your legs being able to close. He gives you a peck on the lips and doesn't waste time, already mouthing one of your tits, sucking while his hands have a firm grip on your hips. By your sounds, he could tell you were already wet. He opens your legs and lay between then, each on each of his shoulders. He looks up at you and asks "May I?" "What do you think?" You sarcasticaly ask. He chuckles and dive on you. He knows he doesn't have to ask, but it sooths his mind to do so. He licks your entire womanhood and say "The dark Prince has a lover now." Another lick. "She can give him the warm he needs to survive" he keeps going, alternating between licks, sucks and reciting your poem to you.

You tense. What? Where did he get that from? The Dark Prince? How the hell did he remembered that?

"What are you doing? What are you saying?" Your stimulated, foggy brain manage to formulate.

"Isn't it familiar? You wrote it."

"But why are you saying this to me?"

"Because this poem couldn't get ou of my mind." As he says it, he bites your clit rather harshly.

"Ahh." You squeal. "Did you like it?" Hope come to you in a second. Finally, one that he liked! You had pleased him!

"No." He says as he bites you again.

"uhm." You grunt and go limp. You uncross your legs from his back and rest them on the bed. The fog on your mind going away before you can register. What was he doing? If he didn't like it, why he even memorized it? Why was it on his head? Was he going to scold you for being to bad of a writer? You try to sit a little, make some distance, but his hands are firm on your hips, he isn't letting you go, even with your wriggles. He knows you have your safe words.

"Stay still, darling." He says as he let go one of your sides and with this new free hand he pushes your belly down, stabilizing you.

"Sorry." You whimper. You can feel tears starting to form on your eyes.

"See, i have some questions about this poem. Would mind answering them now?" He asks in a gentle voice, his mouth never stopping lapping at you.

"I-I don't know." Your voice is broken, since you are trying to hold back a sob.

"Let's try. The first one, and the one who's been bothering the most: who is this someone who is alike the Dark Prince?"

"I dont remember, i invented it."

"Humm." He humms and you can feel the vibrations. "Let's try another one then. Why would his former lover miss him?" Of course he knows the answer, he can interpret the poem, but he needs to hear it from you.

"Because he will leave she." Your voice contain the sobs almost coming out.

"I see, because he will be with this new someone, who matches his 'figure and wit', right?" He quotes you and then put his tongue deep inside you.

"Loki, yellow." You pant.

He stopps and look at you, noticing your redened face. "You okay?" He asks.

"just let me catch my breath." He can tell your breaths are hasten, and you try to slow it down, eyes closing and lips pressing in a thin line. He gets of between your legs and lay on top of you, his hand on your sternun and his head resting on it, while the other on your cheek.

"Don't touch my face now, please."

He recoils his hand. He kisses your collarbone. "y/n, who is this someone?"

"I already said, i made it up. It's just a poem for god's sake." He can't criticize your writing if it is not his bussiness, can he?

"It's never just a poem with you." The misunderstanding between you is huge. He never thought you were a bad writer, he just wanted to know why you thought he was leaving you and were so convinced that even made one of the saddest poems he had ever read. And you, since he said he didn't like it, your bad thoughs brought you to think he was talking about your skills.

"What do you mean?" Your first sob come out, uncontrolable. "How did you find it? I didn't give it to you. You can't have an opinion on it when it is not an assignment." Tears roll to the side of your face. He cleans them with his thumb that is not under his hand and on top of your sternum.

"I think I can, if I am the subject."

"R-red." He gets up in a second. Untying you in silence. When you are free, he takes your wrists and massage them with his thumbs. "Sorry" he murmurs, giving each a kiss. "It´s fine, lo." You sit up on your side of the bed and bring your knees to your chest, hugging them and taking deep breaths, not loudly so not to show him how distressed you are.

"I'm honoured, for being the main subject of your creations, darling, but this is a serious matter, how did you get the though of me living you? Pray tell me." He says as he sits with his legs crossed in front of you, giving you some space, but dying to at least touch your knee to give you some comfort.

"I don't wanna tell you, because maybe i'll give you the initial spark for the thought and you'll realise that i'm right and then you'll actually leave me." You say it actually crying this time, letting go of control for real now.

"M-May i hug you, darling?" He asks, afraid of the answer being no.

"Yes." You whisper. He quickly moves to your side, embracing your shoulders and pulling you to his chest. You let go of your legs and hugg his torso. "I'll miss you so much. Just know that you meant the world for me. You made my self-loath tolerable, i will forever be gratefull for that. And your company either. Thank you for your time, i hope you enjoyed my company as well." you mumble on his chest.

"Jesus, love, this is more serious then i gave credit to." He kisses the top of your head, worry flooding his mind.

"Let's just enjoy our moments together, please, so i'll have more memorys of you." You say, calming now, taking a deep breath on his scent.

"I wish you'd tell me who this person was, so i could know what i'm dealing with. But i'll respect your time." He starts to pet your hair.

"You already know who she is. It is pretty obvious. Please don't make me say it, i don't wanna be the first one to admit."

Shit, he is thinking. How could he fix this? You are his precious girl, no one could substitute you. If he knew who this girl was, he could analise the situation and see your insecurities. "Darling, i'm truly lost, could you at least give me some tips on who she is, or else i wont be able to relax and help you."

You exitate for a moment but then speak. "She is in the same class as I. Everything she wears looks good on her. She is friends with everyone too. I think that is enough."

He gives a chuckle. "Silly little girl, you just described yourself to me." He laughs.

Your eyes widen. "No, Loki!" Your voice is high pitched, which means you are in a vulnerable space now, your emotions are more at sigh for an external person. He pulls you to his lap and you rest your back on his chest, enterwining your fingers. "She is lean. She is not tall nor short. She recites poems like she made them herself. She is truly good at what she does."

"Gosh, doll, you do think to high of this girl."

"But it's all true. You really like her either." You say nonchalantly, playing with his fingers. The way you said truly got him mad. Who the hell did he like that was not you?

"Okay, the only real clue that i have now is that she is not short nor tall and is lean."

You sigh. "I'm sorry, but i can't give you anymore clues, i've said enough."

It is his time to sigh now. "At least you have calmed, little one."

"Yeah, i've thought about it now, and i'll just acept the situation, i need to let you go if i love you. Like the poets say." That truly got him mad. What the hell??

He spins you on his lap, so you are facing him and stradling him. "Stop saying this!!!" He shake your shoulders. "I will not leave you, stupid little girl, you are making me sad!" His eyes are wide and you can see desperation in them.

"I'm sorry, lo. I didn't mean to make you sad. But, i think now you are truly disapointed at me." You say, looking to your thighs stradling him. He still doesn't let go of your shoulders. "I think there is no more reason to hide her idendity anymore. She would never do such thing to you." You whisper, closing your eyes. "It's Amanda." You let it out in an exhale.

He doesn't answer.

Amanda? That's the girl you admire so much. To the point where you think she is better for him? He looks at you with an unreadable expression. He doesn't know what to think. So, he acts in instinct. He huggs you thigt and whisper in your ear. "I won't leave you for Amanda. I don't like her the way i like you."

"Are you shure? You two are a perfect match. You are both lean and gorgeous and are in the same intelectual level."

"Gosh, y/n. How can you say that? How can't you see that you are the perfect match for me? Your body is perfect in it's own way, i love it for caring something so precious as you, i worship it with my eyes and mind everytime i see you but can't touch you. I wanna make you learn to love yourself. And intelectual inteligence? Since when is she smarter than you?"

"Yo-you always compliment her assignments, giving long praises. And once, i heard you saying that her poems were really good, she had talent and shouldn't stop it. You really appreciated to read them. An-and you only ever said that to me before, and it was a truly unforgetfull moment when you said it to me, i felt special and good at something for once in my life. So, consequentialy, hearing you say it to some other girl really took it's tool at my heart. Then, after i heard that, i tried hard to get better at your classes, but it didn't work. Moreover, now, hearing you say you didn't like my poem, it just felt to much." You say it all between sobs, with your eyes shut close, brows furrowed, head down. "I can't believe i just said this to you. I'm so embarassed!" You cover your face with your hands.

"Hey hey hey, you got me wrong before, little one. I said i didn't like your poem because it was written that i was going to leave you and it was one of the sadest things i have ever read. But you write marvelously. Your poems are always so full of passion and feelings. They are full of references of books and movies and philosophical thoughts, that even i, sometimes, find it kinda difficult to read them, having to search the meaning of things. And other times, I have to read three times to really get everything you meant. You are brilliant, y/n. Amanda's poems just have simetrica, but not half of your passion and intricate quotes and examples and lines and thoughts. She could never be better than you for me. She is the most gossiper girl at Uni, i don't think i could tell her half of what i tell you. You make me fell safe, like you are my rock. Don't ever doubt yourself towards me. I'll always be here for you, like you always are for me, never laughing at anything i have to say to you and making it something that matters. I love your company like no other, if you were to miss me , i would miss you five times more. Gosh, you are perfect, body and mind. I won't leave you. You do not annoy or bore me, y/n."

You put your head on his chest and cry harder.

"You should tell me this feelings, not bottle them up. It's been quite some time since you gave me the first part of that poem. How could you keep feeling that without having a break down?" He asks while he plays with your hair.

"I had, to many break downs in my chambers, i would probably have another one when i got home tonight."

"Jesus, you need to tell me this feelings, or you will get sick. Is that why you've been distant this last few weeks?"

"Yes, i wanted to give you space to think, so i tried to distract myself with some things i like to do, like the ice skating and the piano. I also tried to loose weight for you, but you didn't seem to like it, so i stopped it."

"Oh, i remember you eating less. So this is what that was about? I can't believe you did that! You love to eat, you shouldn't have stopped."

"I'm sorry. I'll only do it again when you ask me, from now on."

"I'll never ask you to do such thing! If you are hungry, you should eat, always!"

You look up at him. "So, you are honestly not leaving?"

"Of course not!"

"Thank you."

"Certainly, y/n."

"Can we just cuddle now, for a moment?"

"Sure." He says lowly, putting the blanket on top of you two.

"So, do you really play the piano?"

"You didn't know?"

"No! That's incredible."

"I play a little, not very very well. Only a few musics."

"You need to show me sometime."

"If you wanna put yourself through hearing me..." You chuckle.

"Of course i want. I can't wait now."

You stay in silence for a moment before he speaks.

"I was serious when i said you should talk to me about that kind of feelings. Don't ever hide from me again, okay? Promise me."

"Okay. I promise. I just didn't want to be an inconvenience."

"When i open up to you, do you think i'm being inconvenient?

"Of course not. Never."

"Well, i think the same about you. Never be afraid."

You kiss his chest in response.

"Do you wanna go ice skating with me tomorrow?"

"Actually..." He blushes "i don't know how to."

"Really? You look like someone who would skate so gracefully! I have to teach you now. I'll unlock a new skill for you to master, tomorrow."

"If you won't laugh to much at me when i fall, it would be a pleasure to acompany you."

"Then it's settled."

"Do you wanna go to sleep now? We could have more pillow talk."

"If you don't mind, i'd like to continue like we stopped before."

"i will get the rope!" He says, excited with the idea.

"No no." You say, putting your hands on his chest to hold him down. "Now the roles will be changed. Splay yourself on the middle of the bed for me." You voice getting up, a playful grin plastered on your face.

"You naughty creature." He says with a huge smile. A tinge of pride painting his feelings, seeing you confident.

He did as asked. You come back and tie him thigt, just how he likes. "May i tie your legs too, my love?" He nodds eagerly. When he is on your disposal, you sit beside his hips and lean over his legs, your mouth hovering his cock. You stroke it a few times and lick the tip. Gentle licks and slow sucks.

"Kitten, faster, please."

"Kitten?" You chuckle.

"Y-yes." He moan the word as you swallow him until it hit the back of your throat. You ministrate him until he comes in your mouth.

You swallow what you can, but some dripped on your chin. You clin with the back of your hand and straddle his waist, sitting on his now flacid cock. You put your hands on his pectorals and start massaging it with a little pressure. He closes his eyes and shift his hips under you, relaxing more.

"You are heaven."

"Glad you think so, love." You massage his abdomen too, knowing that that was a sensitive spot of him and feeling proud of yourself for him letting you touch it as you please. After, you catch his shoulder blades, which are on the side of his ribcage, beacuse of his position, and undo all the knots he has there (and gosh, he has quite a lot). He is putty in your hands by the time you finish. You sit a little behind and catch his dick on your hands, stroking until it is hard again, which does not take long. You get on top of it and sink slowly until you bottom it. He hisses. "Is it to much? Do you need a break? You do know that the traffic light system work for you too, right?"

"You do not dare to stop, kitten. It's just to good, that's all. And don't worry about the safe words, i'll use if necessary, don't worry."

You start to move slowly, getting used to the feeling of him inside of you. After some time your movements hasten and you are panting on top of him. "Do you prefer griding or bouncing?"

"Whatever pleases you more." He pants between shallow breaths.

So, grinding it is. After some minutes you come on him, and not long after, you not having stopped your grinding, he comes too. You fall on top of him, your sweats mixing. You stay like that for a while, in a comfortable and blissfull silence. Then, you sit up and begin to untie him. He stretches and sit up, taking you in his arms. "I'm so proud of you, you didn't apologize for your weight today. Keep like that, i like it." He says near your ear and you blush hard. You look up and say. "I think we are due to a shower Mr. Laufeyson."

"Go prepare it while i change the bed sheets."

You get up and give him a peck on the lips before heading to the bathroom. He can't stop smiling while acting on his task, fancing a relieve that you finaly opened up to him and he was capable to administrate your insecurities. But is scolding himself altogheter now for not noticing that your withdrawn was caused by jealousy and lack of his attention. He feels guilty for not praising you enough, since he knew you needed some constantly. Gosh, it must have been hell to you to see him acting like that to your collegue and only scolding your poem for being inapropriate and telling you he didn't like it. However, he would do better from now on.

"it's ready." He hears you say from the bathroom. He enteres the room and see you already under the spray of water. He joins you. "Do you want me to wash your hair?"

"No, thanks. I'll wash it tomorrow. If i do now, it won't dry in time to sleep." As you state that, you take the wash cloth and soap it, getting out of the water so he can get under. You soap yourself and before you can finish it, he takes the washcloth from you and spin you around, passing it all over your back. You humm a thank you comment and he only kisses the top of your head. After you are clean, you get under the spray of water and you soap him, taking your time to observe the valleys of his sculpted body. Then, he gets under with you.

After the shower, you put your favorite pajamas and he, just a boxer and a tshirt. You cuddle in bed.

That night, you really rested after some good time not being able to.

The next day, you had never seeing someone ice skate so bad as him. But all the while he was on the ground, he observed every swept of your feet, and how gracious you looked. He had to come with you more times, he thought.

During the month, he didn't treat Amanda less, because it was his job, he had to be honest with the girl about her writing. But, then, he increased your praises. He had never seen you so happy and light. All that pressure you put on your self and self depressiation about your writting had almost disapeared, and consequencially, your poems became more happy too, without that costumary saddenes etched to it. He should have done this sooner, the transformation was marvelous! It was just simple and subtle praises here and there, in order to not draw attention from anyone else, but the way it worked surprised him. He noticed you didn't need much to be cheerfull, just some encouragement now and then. Secretly, he felt guilty for letting you get at a such mentall state that you even started to eat less for him and had withdrawn almost completely. Now he had seen your playfull and mischievous side, he would do everything possible to avoid you going back to that dark place.

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Hello, Friends, Romans and Countrymen. I´m sorry for not being so activatte in this account (I write that as if i had hundred of fans rs). This years is being a challenge to me, since i just started college. I know it´s kind of a lame excuse, but it´ll be all you´ll have. I´ll try to desenvolve at least the second part of "The Play" before Christmas. Hope you are all enjoying yourselves. My best wishes, ChubbyPie.

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Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

Series/Multi-chapter fics

Here

Oneshots

I’ve dug two graves for us my dear

Baking

I put a spell on you

Screw you

Something beautiful

Curse the sun

I will love her from the grave

Earth Angel

.Mr Laufeyson

Needle in a haystack

I want to remember

First light

Home movie P2

I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch

Undercover lover

You only love once

High infidelity

An unorthodox night in the living room

Kingpin

I miss you more than anything

His muse

Lakeside cabin

Secret mission

The Venus of Urbino

X-rated Loki

Too tired to entertain little boys

Sunsetz

If I was your best friend

Two Ps in a pod - partnership and pleasure

Double the fun

Kiss the cook

Eight years later…

Love, not war

Consummation

You should be mine

The Ropes

Immortal she, return to me

Red Tape

BeaUtiful

Rock your body

Lazy morning

Desk duty

The Christmas a god came to visit

Let it snow, let it snow, let her O

The curse of your love

What about the plans we made?

Cum fly with me

Never gonna get it

The Chambermaid

I need you tonight

Queen of the nine

What’s a dilf

With age cums experience

Carnal desires

Bookshop girl

Joy division

Risk

Selfish kind of love

You’re mine

Party girl 2

What are friends for?

Misery loves company

Burns so good

I know who you pretend I am

Fractured

Cherry pie

Suite seduction

I’m yours

Pledge allegiance

Business

I love you

Heavy petting

Meant to be

My Loki

Congratulations

Goodbye

Like you hate me

Angel

I’ll stay

Link to old masterlist for more

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Mini masterlist

Drabbles / Smut requests

Incorrect Quotes

Spencer Reid fic

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You don’t expect the soft green silk that he wraps around your wrists to tie them gently to the headboard.

The confusion is clearly evident on your face because Loki smiles softly at you and kisses the tip of your nose. “Tonight is about you,” he says by way of explanation and sits back on the bed. 

A few experimental tugs tell you that he hasn’t tied them as tightly as usual. The silk is secure around your wrists, yes, but you’re certain you could wriggle free from the restraints if you really wanted to. You’re not sure what he means by tonight being all about you, but you still stay put atop the bed. 

Loki does very little without reason. 

Your god is still sitting next to you on the bed, gazing at you silently while the tips of his fingers stroke your bare thigh. There’s no menace or warning creeping through his touch - if anything, it feels gentle and almost painfully loving - which only makes your mind whirl with what he could possibly have in store for you. 

“Repeat what you said to me five minutes ago,” he says. His voice is firm, but somehow still soft enough that you can hear that familiar undercurrent of love flowing beneath. 

It’s a love that he’s yet to make you doubt. 

You swallow and quickly lick your lips, feeling your heart begin to race under Loki’s intense gaze. “I…you…sometimes I don’t think I’m good enough for you,” you babble out in one breath as a blistering heat blossoms beneath your cheeks. It sounds absurd.

Loki’s face is unreadable, it’s a blank mask that makes you fear that you’ve actually angered him, but slowly, a soft smile curls across his handsome face. “I fear you may have suffered a recent blow to the head, dove,” he teases and climbs easily onto the bed. 

On instinct, your thighs part for him and he settles into his place between them. His hands fall to either side of your shoulders, caging you in, though tonight, the gesture feels oddly protective. 

“Are you truly questioning how utterly magnificent I find you?” he asks, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. “Because if so, then I can only apologise for being lax on my adoration.” 

“Loki, no, I only meant -,” he cuts you off with another kiss, this one so slow and deep that it makes your toes curl into the sheets. 

“Shhh, let me worship you, dove,” he murmurs quietly, bumping his nose against yours. You nod your head silently in permission, and he gives you a wink. “Good girl.” 

Warm lips then press to your jaw before dipping beneath to suck and nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. You suck in a breath and moan, already lost to the intoxicating feel of this man. 

“Do you know how proud I am to call you mine?” he says before sucking another bruise into your throat. “You are everything I ever dreamed of, my sweet girl. I want everyone - and I mean everyone - to see my marks on you and know that the most beautiful creature in the cosmos is mine.”

“Yours,” you breathe out because it’s an absolute truth. 

Loki’s head snaps up from where it’s been buried in your neck, and you see that the open love and adoration dancing in them is now mixing with possessiveness. “Good girl. Say that again for me, dove.” 

You laugh quietly at the lopsided grin he’s wearing, but easily grant him his request. “I’m yours.” 

“Again.”

“I’m yours.” 

“Beautiful thing,” he whispers and presses another lingering kiss to your waiting lips. 

His hand then curls perfectly around your side while he presses, slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone and over your breasts. Soft strands of errant black curls tickle your skin, making you giggle and squirm beneath him, but he only looks up at you with an adoring smile. 

“That laugh is my favourite melody,” he says, pressing another kiss just below your ribcage. “And you are a work of art that I will never grow tired of admiring,” he continues, taking one erect nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swirls around it skillfully while a finger and thumb pinch its twin. That familiar lavender haze begins to steadily creep over you with every flick of his tongue and twist of his fingers, and it suddenly dawns on you why he’s tied your hands. 

“Tonight is all about you.”

You could weep with the love you have for this man. 

When his lips and fingers leave your breasts, you audibly whine, but Loki presses the tip of his index finger against your lips, an amused smirk curled across his face. 

“None of that, dove. Have I ever left you unsatisfied?” he questions with a quirked brow. 

“No.” 

His smirk widens. “Exactly.” 

He continues his descent along your body, covering your stomach in reverential kisses until next to all of you has been worshipped by his mouth. 

You, a mortal, being worshipped by a god. 

You feel two cool hands on the inside of your thighs, his thumbs tracing absentminded circles against your skin while he gazes at you. It’s a gaze that’s so full of love that you can’t help but smile at him, at this god you are so lucky to call yours. 

“I love you,” Loki says softly. “Say that back to me, dove.”

“You love me,” you echo, feeling your lip begin to tremble with how much truth is in those three words.

“Again.”

“You love me.”

“One more time.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” Loki assures you. “Don’t ever doubt that I love you more than anything on this earth, dove. You are the one thing that I did right.” 

Before you can answer, before you can do anything, his warm mouth is on your cunt. That skilled tongue laps and licks and worships until the beginnings of your orgasm begin to crest over you. 

With every flick and swirl, “you are the one thing that I did right” plays on loop in your head. This god adores you above all else, would burn down the world if you asked him to, and it’s the knowledge of a love that deep that sends you freefalling into bliss. It’s a pleasure that never seems to end, much like your cries of your lovers name. 

Panting, you come down off your high to see Loki rising from between your thighs. The silk restraints are gone with a flick of his wrist and you greedily tangle your hand in his hair to claim his lips with your own. 

“More. Please,” you beg, not caring how wanton you sound. 

Loki kisses you again, slow and lingering, and his eyes are glittering when his lips leave yours. “My sweet girl, that was only a warm up.”

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A special place for fluffy friends

There are no warnings here (and if there are, they are very mild)

The drabbles below are all under 900 words taken from my prompt/request fluff-drabble marathons.

More may be added at some point :) Thanks to everyone that sent their ideas. Enjoy!

Sweet Fluff

The Papercut Frigga's Wedding Gift A Slice of Kindness A Decent Proposal Guy's Night Public Displays of Affection He's Back Allow Me The Thank-You-Note Loki's Special Night Adore You Even Gods Dream End Credits New Experiences

Humour Fluff

Loki's Bachelor Party Seventeen Lemons A Tasty Snack A Moment of Mischief The Teddy "Bear" Sensitive Soul An Odinson Halloween

Comfort Fluff

Trust Yourself, Darling Possibilities Cheerleader When You Wake The Crush

My regular Loki Masterlist can be found here - all of which is 18+

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Keep reading

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Welcome to the Clandestine F*cks Library A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE

These fics can be read as one-shots or chronologically as a thinly plotted series following Avenger! Loki and Y/N's sexy, secretive liaisons. Whichever you prefer. (PP=Plot point, for the series readers)

This collection list is COMPLETE.

All of them contain smut. Clandestine smut. And sometimes they are funny too.

1. Safe House (w/c 2.2k) 2. Conference Room A (w/c 2.2k) 3. Victory Brunch (w/c 2.3k) 4. Moan for Me (w/c 2.3k) 5. Yield to Me (w/c 2.1k) 6. Truly Desperate (w/c 2.5k) 7. A Touch of Sentiment (w/c 2.5k) 8. Pledge Your Allegiance (w/c 2.5k) [PP] 9. Touch Yourself (w/c 2.3k) 10. A Question of Trust (w/c 2.5k) 11. Denial (w/c 1.3k) 12. The Avengers Expo (w/c 3.4k) [PP] 13. That Little Dress (w/c 2.3k) 14. The Evaluation (w/c 1.9k) [PP] 15. Relax, Darling (w/c 2.5k) 16. Claim Him (w/c 3.2k) 17. Madam, Please (w/c 4.1k) 18. Asgardian Standards (w/c 2.7k) [PP] 19. The Clandestine Council (w/c 3.2k) 20. Dark Corners (w/c 2.8k)

21. Sate Yourself (w/c 2.5k) 22. The Honeytrap (w/c 3.9k) [PP] 23. Asgardianese (w/c 3.7k) [PP] 24. Say My Name (w/c 5k) 25. A Happy Ending (w/c 5.3k) [PP]

Special Editions A Clandestine Christmas (w/c 2.9k) Mystery Caller (pre-part 22) (w/c 600)

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Series

Jewel of the season

Vivre

Wicked Desires

Afterglow

Mirage in the Mirror (paused)

Secret Santa drabbles 🎅🏻

2023 Secret Santa masterlist 🎁

y/n surprises Loki

main course and dessert

kitty the cat

1 + 1 = 3

I don't fit in here

oneshots - 18+

Say my name

Of Fraud and Fidelizty

Dress

Embracing the Darkness

High

Coins and Revenge

50 shades of green

The helipad

Lab session

Loki rocking Laufeyson

Worshipped

The allure of darkness

Coming back from a fight

Men’s health

Daddy’s disappointed

Art of decorating

Aurora Lokialis

Devil's dance

Sweeter than pralines

I want hate you

Tease - Tempt

My Lilly

Fire and ice

Rest, Darling

Soaked Desire

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🧡 The Date game: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

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Last Updated: 2024-02-22

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ Baby Fever by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Loki's punishment had been to join the Avengers —where he met you. One thing [led to another], and a few years later, [you're] married —and now parents of a sweet baby girl called Ella."

✑ Brothers, the by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "A collection of fluff-based oneshots following Loki & Thor's tumultuous sibling relationship while they navigate Midgard life. No crowns, no thrones. Just silly stuff..."

✑ Creature Comforts by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "[You captivated Loki,] and you can’t understand why. He tries to get your attention until a disastrous accident occurs, pushing you to rely on him. Will his charm finally win you over? Or will you continue to stay in your comfort zone?"

✑ Man of the Month by muddyorbsblr & mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "[The Avengers need to create a fundraiser] accessible to more than just the rich & famous. [Tony suggests] making a calendar [featuring] the men of the Avengers, with you as the photographer. He also may or may not have let slip… that you have feelings for one of [the guys], so now it's up to them to see if you return their affection..."

✑ 14 Hours to Cape by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔E᜶A〕 •

Summary: "When the rest of the Avengers are sent on a mission to Cape Town, you're forced to stay behind to recover from a previous mission while Loki isn't trusted enough to go along. How will you cope, [staying] in the compound with the man [you love] when he seemingly wants nothing to do with you?"

✑ A Blessed Curse by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki [is afflicted with a] curse separating him [in two]. One loki is the gentle smooth talking gentlemen that strokes your hair and utters sweet nothings of his devotion. The other is a confident Dom that tosses you over his shoulder to carry you to a more secluded area to have his rough and self satisfied way with you..."

✑ Anaesthetic by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Imagine [needing wisdom teeth surgery;] much to the Avenger's amusement [leaves] you loopy, silly, and [clinging] to a certain God of Mischief…"

✑ Back in Your Arms by sarahscribbles • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with [Hela]."

✑ Consummation by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After all the day's excitement, you and your new husband finally depart the festivities for a more *ahem*, intimate celebration.

✑ Desire by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Imagine catching Loki masturbating with a pair of your used knickers"

✑ Do I Haunt Your Mind? by sarahscribbles • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong."

✑ Feast for the Eyes by holdmytesseract • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "A good Saturday morning means for you a gym workout. The only problem is, that the man you're into thinks exactly the same... And you just can't take your eyes off him..."

✑ First Light by wherethefandomat • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: Who would've thought happily ever after would be so tumultuous...

✑ Flirting with a God by sserpente • 〔F〕 •

Prompt(s): "Imagine shamelessly, flirting with Loki, whilst [you're] drunk."

✑ Heaven Sent by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "The guys try a bunch of angel-themed pick up lines on you to see which one makes you fold."

✑ In the Dark of Night by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Imagine Loki catching you having a sex dream about him. | le really couldn't resist intervening, now could he?"

✑ Laced Intentions by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You try to seduce your new lover with lingerie that he can't resist."

✑ Mission First, Right? by muddyorbsblr • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You're plagued with doubts when Loki goes radio silent in the middle of a mission after being tasked to acquire intelligence in the possession of a drop dead gorgeous woman."

✑ Moments of Magic by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "You bring Loki two gifts [for] his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart."

✑ My Darling by lady-rose-moon • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: you knew you had fucked up, you knew it and you enjoyed it

✑ Never Enough by mochie85 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki tests your limits as he tries one last time to make you scream.

✑ Paper Trail by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki organises a romantic treasure hunt for you."

✑ Pretty Follies, the by mochie85 • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that they themselves commit."

✑ Reunion by sserpente • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Prompt(s): "Imagine Loki taking you [most] of the night after returning from a long mission. Exhausted, you… fall asleep with him still… deep inside… you… a few hours [later], you [awaken to] him lazily thrusting into you in his slumber… he is [unknowingly] using his seidr to render you completely helpless..."

✑ Talking in Your Sleep￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Loki returns from a recon mission to discover that you [haven't slept in four days]."

✑ To Fold & To Flex by mochie85 • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Loki didn't realize he was in love with you until he saw you from a new perspective."

✑ Urge, the by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results."

✑ What's the Occasion? by tripleyeet • 18+ • 〔E〕 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Craving more than just physical intimacy, you find yourself prying to learn more about your partner."

✑ What Makes a Princess? by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Morgan asks... about Jane's royalty status that leads to her revealing one of Loki's secrets"

✑ A Night of Passion by lady-rose-moon

✑ Adore You by lokisgoodgirl • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Choices by mochie85 • 16+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Even Gods Get Sick by sarahscribbles • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Hello Mummy by lady-rose-moon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ I Want to Remember by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Kneel! by sserpente • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Little Darling by muddyorbsblr • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sweet and Savoury by sarahscribbles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Take It by wherethefandomat • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Take of Two Roses, the by wheredafandomat • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Trust Yourself Darling by lokisgoodgirl • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Worthy by sserpente • 〔A᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

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Baby Fever AU 《Masterlist》

The Baby Fever AU is set some time after the attack on New York. Infinity War, End Game and Thanos never happened. Loki's punishment had been to join the Avengers - where he met you. One thing came to the other and a few years later, you two are married - and now parents of a sweet girl, called Ella and a little boy called Narfi. This AU features the adventures you are expieriencing as a family - and a lot of dad!Loki moments, 'cause we all love Loki being a dad...

General Warnings: fluff, fluff and even more fluff! Pregnancy things, birth, etc.

Last Updated: October 3rd, 2024

《 Baby Fever - the Beginning 》

(How Loki's baby fever started...)

🍼 Part One

🍼 Part Two

🍼 Part Three

《 Before Ella... 》

(The oneshots here are from the time before Ella is born. Y/N's and Loki's story...)

🍼 The Beginning

🍼 You & Me Forever

🍼 Paper Rings

🍼 On one of Tony's team bonding parties...

🍼 About Time

🍼 When a God Loves a Woman

🍼 Hunter & Prey

💍 A Covenant for Eternity 💍

《 The Dad Loki Diary - Chapter One 》

(What's the 'Dad Loki Diary'? The 'Dad Loki Diary' consists of drabbles and one shots of, well… Loki being Ella's dad and doing dad things. Things that come to my mind - or things that you want to read. If you have a wish what the little family should experience together, look if the requests for this AU are open and let me know! :D)

Headcanons

🍼 Disney Edition

Oneshots

🍼 Of Fathers and Sons

🍼 Daddy Takeover

🍼 Protecting Her

🍼 Father Feelings

🍼 A Precious Moment

🍼 How to Magic

🍼 A Painful Experience

🍼 First Steps

🍼 Insecurities

🍼 First Word

🍼 Not Your Little Girl Anymore

🍼 All I Need Is You

🍼 Asgardian Sightseeing Tours

🍼 Winter Wonders

🍼 A little Girl`s Wish

🍼 Merry Christmas!

🍼 A Fresh Page

🍼 Of the Birds and the Bees

🍼 Female Nature

🍼 Tempting Touch (18+)

🍼 Autumn Blues

🍼 Little Mood Changer

🍼 Capturing the Moment

🍼 Cravings & Food Rubs

Drabbles

🍼 Ella

🍼 Lullaby

🍼 He's Back - Part Two (Part One is written by @lokisgoodgirl )

🍼 Close to You

🍼 Sugar Sweet

🍼 About Scrunchies and Hair Clips

Blurbs

🍼 Ella, sitting on Loki's chest, raven locks in her tiny hands...

🍼 Loki and Y/N, sitting opposite their dining table, looking each other deadly in the eyes...

🍼 Five-year-old Ella is sitting with Loki at the small table in her room, colouring in her princesses colouring book..

🍼 Loki, laying in the bathtub with a glass of wine in hands, living his best life...

🍼 Loki, standing in the kitchen in order to prepare a little something for you to eat...

🍼 Loki, changing the nappy of a happily gurgling Ella...

🍼 The Promo Tour

🍼 Intimidating God & Cinnamon roll

《 The Dad Loki Diary - Chapter Two 》

(Well... Welcome to Chapter Two of the 'Dad Loki Diary'. :D Our favourite God is now a dad of two. <3 A new chapter in life has started for him, so I thought it's time to start a new chapter here as well! :D)

Oneshots

🧸 Narfi

🧸 Princess Meets Prince

🧸 Tummy Talkin'

🧸 The Price of Love

🧸 Royal Visitors

🧸 Bad Dream

🧸 Football Fever

🧸 The Equation of Love

🧸 Gym Sessions & Babies

🧸 Biggest Fear

🧸 Boys Do Cry

🧸 Infinite Love

🧸 A Stroke Of Fate

🧸 Little Prince

🧸 Growing Up

Blurbs

🧸 Y/N, tiptoeing towards the bedroom after a long and tiring day of meetings...

🧸 In the royal gardens of Asgard...

🧸 At Thor's and Jane's house; quite a few miles away from the Avengers compound...

🧸 ... and a Happy New Year!

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LOKI MASTERLIST

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✧ Moments of Magic ☆ 

Summary: You bring Loki two gifts to mark his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart

✧ 14 Hours to Cape Town (18+)☆ 

Summary: When the rest of the Avengers are sent on a mission to Cape Town, you're forced to stay behind to recover from a previous mission while Loki isn't trusted enough to go along. How will you cope with being made to stay in the compound with the man you're in love with when he seemingly wants nothing to do with you?

✧ Warming Him (18+) ☆ 

Summary: Loki makes you warm him

✧ Stay Here One More Time

Summary: On the anniversary of the Battle of New York, Loki discovers he has someone on his side

✧ Don't Go Tonight

Summary: While on a mission fighting against HYDRA you do the one thing you’re not supposed to do and get distracted. The price you pay is a high one.

✧ Do I Haunt Your Mind? ☆

Summary: You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong

✧ Little Green Dress (18+)

Summary: You try, and spectacularly fail, to tease the god of mischief.

✧ I Want To Make You Feel Wanted (18+)

Summary: On a mission you get the opportunity to kill the HYDRA agent responsible for torturing you, but, misreading the situation, Loki kills him before you get the chance. And now you want to kill him

✧ "My Pet." (18+)

Summary: Tony’s Christmas party gets a little steamier than you had imagined

✧ Tiny Blessings

Summary: Growing up within the royal palace of Asgard, you learned magic alongside Loki and his mother Frigga. After Frigga's death, you find a way into the dungeons to comfort her broken son

✧ Paper Trail

Summary: Loki organises a romantic treasure hunt for you

✧ Back In Your Arms

Summary: Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos

✧ Illicit Affairs (18+)

Summary: A marriage built on nothing but childhood infatuation was always bound to fall apart. The love you once thought you had for Thor has dwindled to nothing but indifference. He doesn't know the things you crave and makes no effort to find out, so you turn to the one person who will fulfill all your filthy desires: his brother.

✧ One More Week (18+)

Summary: When Loki makes a request of you in bed, how can you possibly deny him?

✧ Burned (18+)

Prompts: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” ||"Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” || "Be a good girl

✧ In The Quiet Of The Morning (18+)

Prompt: Soft morning sex with Loki

✧ For All To See (18+)

Summary: You, Loki, and a floor-to-ceiling window. What of it?

✧ Between His Thighs (18+)

Summary: Loki makes you warm him. Again.

✧ Emerald Lace (18+) ☆ 

Summary: Your first time wearing lingerie for Loki has you nervous, but your god is quick to show you how much he adores you.

✧ Underneath The Willow Tree (18+)

Summary: A spring afternoon in the gardens with your husband is just another occasion for debauchery in his eyes

✧ Victory Prize (18+)

Summary: Loki arrives home from a mission eager to celebrate its success

✧ Atonement (18+)

Summary: Loki disobeyed you and touched himself without permission. Now, he must suffer the consequences

✧ To Those Who Wait (18+)

Summary: Loki has denied you for one whole week, but just when the week is up, he's asked to accompany Thor and Nat on a mission. Frustration follows

✧ Teasing the Dragon (18+)

Summary: What could go wrong when you tease Loki about his stamina?

✧ Even Gods Get Sick

Summary: You care for your love when he gets a sudden summer cold

✧ Call You Mine (18+)

Summary: It's your third anniversary with the love of your life, and Tony has given you a very thoughtful gift

✧ For The First Time (18+)

Summary: It's been a long build up, but you finally sleep with Loki for the first time

✧ Lace and Beads (18+)

Summary: You make the mistake of teasing Loki with some risque lingerie

TWO PARTERS

✧ When You Play With Fire (18+)

Summary: When Loki doesn’t accompany you to Scott’s birthday celebration, you think you have the upper hand by leaving him to stew in his own desire. You should have known better than to play with fire.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ Dancing With The Devil (18+)

Summary: You’ve burned for him for centuries, but you know he sees you as nothing more than a prize to claim. Still, you play his game of teasing and innuendo, but never give in to how badly you crave him. That is until an innocent smell of a flower on Midsummer leaves you with no other choice.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ On The Throne (18+)

Summary: Yet again Loki has allowed a security council meeting to run late. You decide that, this time, you’ll go and help hurry it alone

PART ONE

PART TWO

DRABBLES

✧ Don't Move, Darling (18+)

Prompt: "Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight."

✧ Purple And Red (18+)

Prompt: "I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you're taken."

✧ Against The Glass (18+)

Prompt: "I want everyone to see how good you take it."

✧ Make You Sing (18+)

✧ Eyes Open (18+)

Prompt: "Keep your eyes open."

✧ Consequences (18+)

Summary: Loki gave you one simple order when leaving the palace and now you have to face the consequences of failing to follow it

✧ Worship You (18+)

Summary: Yours is the only altar Loki will ever worship at

✧ The Black Suit (18+)

Summary: Loki's black suits makes you late for a party

✧ I Love You

Summary: Loki tells you he loves you for the first time

✧ Yours (18+)

Summary: Loki discovers how much you love when he leaves his mark on you

✧ A Welcome Distraction (18+)

Summary: Loki can't keep his hands off you while you're supposed to be working

✧ Little Noises (18+)

Summary: You try something new to get Loki off

✧ Adore You (18+)

Summary: While worshipping Loki, you discover something new about your lovers likes

✧ Good Boy (18+)

Summary: Loki loves to be praised

✧ Breathe

Summary: Loki is the only thing you want after a bad day at work

BLURBS

✧ Loki with an overstimulation kink

✧ How would Loki love us?

✧ Loki praising us

✧ President Loki

✧ Sub!Loki

✧ "You'll take what I give you."

✧ Waking up next to Loki

✧ Library drabble

✧ Holding Him

✧ Aftercare

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Home movie

A/N: Enjoy this smutty non thought out oneshot that I’m typing from my room that has been pumped full of hellfire and heated as if it was Satan himselves Throne

Loki x reader x Bucky Of course there’s some smut I’m in hell here

P2

“Who was that on the phone?” Loki asked, tucking your chair under the table as you sat down.

“Just Bucky, he was asking where my mace and chain was.” You replied as Loki took his own seat.

“And you just happen to keep that in your room? How comes I’ve never seen it in there?” Loki questioned as he picked up his menu.

“Thats because when you’re in my room, we don’t spend time looking through my weapons cabinet.” You grinned as you picked up your own menu.

“Fair.” He answered, pulling down your menu as he winked at you.

Meanwhile, Bucky made his way towards your room after getting off of the phone to you. Arriving, he opened the door before taking a step inside as his eyes moved over the contents. Your room was tidy and your bed made but the evidence of you getting ready earlier was evident. There was a discarded lipstick on the bed as well as an odd earring. Stepping further inside, Bucky noticed the red pair of lacy thongs carelessly left on the floor too and he swallowed thickly at the sight. The urge to pick them up and take them with him was strong but he fought to overcome it especially with the image he had conjured in his mind of Loki somehow finding out and punishing him. He didn’t know whether that’s what he wanted or not. He stepped over them and continued towards the cabinet until he felt something underneath his foot. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on the remote that was halfway sticking out from under your bed. He bent to pick it up before hearing your voice coming from the TV. Quickly, he spun on his feet, eyes widening at the sight before him.

“Is it recording?” You called from the bed as Loki set up the camera at the end of it wearing nothing but his boxers whilst you were no more clad, your body shielded by Lokis who turned and began kneeling on the bed.

“It is.” He nodded, widening your legs as he settled between them.

“Knowing you, it’s not, I should check.” You insisted, beginning to get up before Loki hooked your legs around his waist.

“Don’t you trust me?” He murmured, leaning down as he began kissing your neck.

“I’d be mad to.” You murmured, eyes closed as you moved your head to the side allowing Loki further access to your neck.

Bucky didn’t notice when he had began absentmindedly running his hand over his bulge after he had thrown something at the door to close it before focusing back onto the screen. He just knew that It was somewhere between Loki going down on you and the sight of him removing his boxers. The sound of your light moans quietly filled the room through the speakers on the TV as Loki devoured you. Slowly, he sat on the bed as he unbuckled his belt. He wouldn’t stroke himself to completion but he had to properly enjoy this home movie that he had stumbled across whilst he could. He knew that it was wrong, perverted but there was something about you and Loki that stirred something in him. It always had.

When you both first started dating, he felt a slight twinge of jealously. He and Loki had become friends and he had always had feelings for you. This jealousy grew into something else when he had caught you both kissing. Lokis hands moved over your body as he pulled you flush against him. You were moaning into the kiss as Lokis hand found your ass. He felt himself growing hard at the sight and quickly averted his gaze before leaving the room.

Another time, he had watched you and Loki sparring together. Sweat trickled down Lokis face before he lifted his shirt to wipe it off. You had bitten your lip before prompting him to take the whole thing off. Something about watching Loki in all his godly glory being pinned to the ground by you was extremely sexy. Whilst Loki was under you, he of course bucked his hips upwards causing you to gasp as your hands found his chest. There were words exchanged between you both, secret words but Bucky had heard them. When you both walked out of the room together, he knew that Loki was about to fuck you, probably against the wall or even in the shower. Either way, it was hot to think about.

Now sitting in front of the TV, Bucky wrapped his hand around his hard cock as he watched Loki slamming his hips into yours.

“Yesss Lokiii that feels so goood.” You moaned as Loki leant further down, your legs hooked behind his head as he quickened his pace, pounding you.

“You feel so good, so perfect.” He grunted, baring his teeth as he plunged deeper into you.

“Please don’t stop please don’t stop please don’t stoppp.” You begged desperately as Loki circled his hips, grounding into you.

Reaching over to grab a few tissues from the tissue box, Bucky couldn’t help but ejaculate with a strangled cry as you screamed Lokis name, reaching your own climax. He felt strangely in tuned with you. He continued stroking his shaft as he came down from his high but he was annoying still hard and Loki had ordered you to go on all fours. Another one wouldn’t hurt he thought as he glanced at the time and realised you and Loki hadn’t been gone for long at all considering it was a date night in a fancy restaurant. He had helped Loki plan it.

He made himself slightly more comfortable, laying against the bed as he picked up a few more tissues as Loki entered you again with leisurely strokes. He didn’t know who he wanted to be in that moment. Loki, fucking you, feeling you clenching around his cock as you moaned his name or perhaps you having the privilege of being stretched by Loki. Being fucked by a god.

Concurrently, you and Loki were kissing in the restroom after you told him to follow you. Before you had left, Loki had given you a little present which consisted of vibrating underwear and a remote that he had control over. What he failed to mention was that he was going to edge you all night until you were begging him to fuck you.

“Did the restaurant take your card details for the reservation?” You asked, breaking the kiss.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Then teleport us home.”

“We’ve only had a glass of wine.” He countered as he smiled down at you.

“Please.”

“So desperate. My desperate little y/n, that’s what I’ll call you from now on.” He chirped as you knitted your brows.

“If you don’t take us home right now, then we have to do it here and if we do it here, you have to be very quiet.” You stipulated.

“Is that a threat?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded “Come on, we both know quiet sex isn’t in your forte.”

“I’m impressed.” He smirked “very well.” He announced, latching his lips back onto yours before teleporting outside your room. Your lips never broke contact as you kicked the door open, pulling Loki in with you.

“HARDER! FASTER LOKI!”

You instantly broke the kiss, eyes widening when you heard yourself from the TV. Spinning on your feet, ready to attack as well as Loki who conjured two daggers, you gasped as your eyes settled on Bucky who was fumbling for the remote, dick in hand.

“At ease soldier.” You called, tapping Lokis wrist to put his daggers away as your eyes stayed focused on Buckys who was looking at you with an apologetic expression after sheathing himself.

“Y/n I’m—” he started, beginning to stand up.

“Stay.” You insisted.

“What?”

“She said stay.” Loki added, standing next to you as he looked down at Bucky.

“Is this how you get off? Watching me and Loki?” You demanded.

“No—I—please.” Bucky stuttered.

“Silence!” Loki exclaimed causing Buckys now covered cock to twitch.

“What do you say Loki, how about we have a little fun with him?” You suggested as you turned to Loki to speak.

“It has been a while since I let my carnal desires run rampage.” He sneered, closing the door properly before looking back at Bucky.

“Naughty boys get punished.” You grinned.

NEXT PART

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Masterlist

All of these contain smut, cursing and are NSFW. DNI if you are under 18.

Link to my Ao3

All The Kings' Men (Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader) (in progress)

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire surface of earth. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of lands left untouched and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8 Ch9 Ch10 Ch11

Ch12 Ch13 Ch14 Ch15 Ch16

The Course Of True Love (Lokix OFC) (complete)

Facecast

Summary: Loki Odinson never expected to see his mother hurrying down a hall with a smart-mouthed, soot-covered figure who was supposedly the princess of Vanaheim. He never expected her to stay more than a week, much less an entire century, and he surely did not expect their initial animosity to morph into the fluttering, tickling feeling he got in his stomach every time she was near.

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8 Ch9 Ch10 Ch11 Ch12 Ch13 Ch14 Ch15 Ch16 Ch17 Ch18 Ch19 Ch20 Ch21 Ch22 Ch23 Ch24 Ch25 Ch26

One Shots & Short Series:

Birthday Tricks (Soft Dom!Loki x Reader)

Summary: Teasing the God Of Mischief is all fun and games until he decides to make you suffer the consequences.

Leather-Bound (Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader, Switch!Loki)

Summary: The Prince of Lies catches you touching yourself on his bed and decides to punish you.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Safe (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)

Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually.

Part 1 Part 2

Special Education (Loki x Virgin!Reader)

Summary: You grew up on a tiny island that taught you nothing about sex and its derivatives. When you come across it in a steamy erotica book , you ask the God of Mischief to teach you everything he knows.

Take Care Of You (Sub!Loki x Reader, Switch!Loki x Reader).

Summary: You give a massage to the touch starved God Of Mischief and soon realize that under his dominating exterior lies a prince just wanting to be taken care of.

Part 1 Part 2

Yellow (Loki x Virgin!Reader)

Summary: The accidental ingestion of a sex potion leads you to the bedroom of the God of Mischief

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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