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fermentedfanfics · 1 year

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the cottage on the hill.

hey cuties here’s another au fic, i feel like aus are the only things i write these days?? i just have a lot of ideas i want to insert loki into lmfao. ummmm i simply did no research on this genre whatsoever so i’m really sorry if it kind of sucks or is a little all over the place?? let me know what y’all think! <3 also, there’s going to be instances of mentioning of reader’s father’s initials on items, it will be done so as (F.I) thank you cuuuttiiiieeessss. this fic series is explicit and for 18+ audiences, minors dni.

summary: reader lives in the hills outside her local village, close to the fae border. after a fateful encounter with a black cat, she accidentally invites the fae king into her home. warnings: (for future chapters) fem!reader, smut, fear kink, praise kink, piv sex, unprotected sex, different time era, kinda obsessed loki? not kinda, he is obsessed, i’ll add more as the series progresses. word count: 4.1k tag list: @colorsunimaginable @huntress-artemiss (please reply below if you want to be added to the tag list for this fic series!) part two (will link once posted.)

“You should move into the village.”

You’ve heard the sentence plenty of times, over and over again– and at this point it’s a nuisance. But the old woman in front of you, her serious tone, you know you cannot laugh and wave her off. Not Meredith. Your fingers dig into the handle of your woven basket, placing four nice, round apples (the last of her order) into her hands– she sharply thrusts the six copper and one silver coins it cost her into your hands. “The hills are not safe.” Meredith grumbles, her one eye that hasn’t gone blind is shooting beady daggers into your soul.

You thickly gulp and shakily nod your head, tucking the coins into the small pack sewn to the hip of your dress. “Yes, Meredith. I’m making arrangements.” You lie, and she knows you’re lying to drop the topic. But before she can barrage you again with eerie warnings of your home, your heels have turned and you’re on your way. You thank her profusely of her patronage, but you must be on your way. Household chores and the lot.

You’ve actually not much to do today, but you desperately do not wish to sit and listen to Meredith and her outlandish stories of the fae. You were smarter than she thought, you knew to stay home and never wander. Ever since the passing of your father, the village has grown more concerned about you living in the hills all by yourself.

With nothing much else going on in their lives, it’s expectant for them to bud their noses into other’s lives and gossip– you didn’t think this much though.

“Y/N!” Gareth, a tall townsman that you’ve found yourself day-dreaming about on multiple occasions, catches your attention just as you are to leave the village. His frame towers you, and his dirty blond hair is messy from work, sticking to his forehead in the sweltering heat of the day. “Heading home already?” He muses.

You smile, nodding slightly. “Only a few deliveries today.” Gareth looks you over, your basket almost empty, odd for someone about to head home. “May I walk you?” He offers, but before you can even think you’re declining his offer and absconding.

You aren’t sure what possesses you to isolate yourself from the town, but ever since your father’s passing you’ve found yourself uncomfortable with any sort of bonding the people of the village offer you. Even from someone you fancy.

It’s an hour's time from your home to the village, you hope to be home before the sun sets. While you aren’t afraid of walking home in the dark, your trusty dagger tucked to your hip and out of sight, you also didn’t want to deal with the troubles night brought. The warm, summer wind kissed your cheeks and cooled the sweat forming on your forehead, thankful you weren’t nearly as heated as you could be.

Following the brown beated trail from your house to the village, you kept notes of your surroundings. The birds that flew ahead, the rabbits that hopped around you– if you had your traps you’d make the effort to catch some for dinner. You thought of tempting one with kindness and taking your blade to it, but you didn’t want to waste daylight.

The forests around you whispered ancient tongues directed towards everything but you about you, just as they were taught to. Where you were, who you spoke with, what you were doing– they knew far too well who would be asking these questions. But they didn’t have to, he was already there– watching.

You listened to the crunching of the leaves and sticks below your feet, enjoying the day's walk. If you were in your right mind, you would have taken Gareth up on his offer to walk you home, but there was something different. Something wrong. You could feel it in your gut, and your father always told you to never ignore a gut feeling.

Picking up your pace, the strange feeling relaxed a bit as you could see the faded, moss-overgrown roof of your home. You could practically feel the comfort of your rocking chair once the stone fencing of your house came into view, shoulders slumping.

Digging into your basket, you pulled an apple from it. Turning it to the side, you eyed the small, brown, bruise that made the woman that you tried to sell it turn it away. You felt lucky the apples trees lining the forest near your home had decided to bear fruit this soon, but a bit bitter at the expectations from the villagers. The trees were there when you were born, they weren’t going to be perfect every year.

Pulling your dagger from it’s sheath, you carefully cut the bruise from it and began to cut the apple in half, then into quarters and so on. You were left with dingy, but still edible apple slices, popping them into your mouth as you completed your trip. The sweet juice was satisfying.

Without warning, a sudden loud chatter pulled you from your thoughts. Your dagger slipped from your hands from the startle, looking down to see a beautiful, sleek black cat staring at you. He seemingly came from no where, or at least snuck up on you while you hadn’t noticed. “Oh!”

He was possibly the most beautiful cat you’ve ever seen in your life, your heart instantly swelling. Black cats were a parah amongst the villagers, harbringers of bad luck, death, and everything terrible. It wasn’t uncommon to see the instant death of black cats– it was one of the reasons you didn’t want to move to the village.

Squatting to your knees, you held your hand out to the cat, beckoning it. “Hello pretty kitty..” A smile curled to your lips as he dipped his head into your palm, purring. Oh, what a way to end the day. However, just as quickly as he turned sweet, he instantly turned sour.

The cat snapped at your hand, nipping your palm with his sharp teeth. You shouted, wincing in pain as you fell back onto your backside. “Fuck!” You cursed, looking down at the small bite mark in your hand, light dribbles of blood pooling from the wound. Well, suppose there was a reason people were wary of black cats.

Before you could react, he swiftly picked your dagger into his mouth, blade hanging out. In an instant, he was a black blur in the wind. “No! No, no, no– please!” Your voice immediately cracked, standing to your feet in an instant to chase. But it was no use, the minute the cat ducked behind the apple trees and into the forest your run came to a stuttering halt. Your chest rose, a burning sensation flaming across your skin and tears pricking your eyes.

Your father’s dagger, his prized dagger– the one he made himself and gifted you just days before his untimely death, it was gone. Just like that. Falling onto your bottom once more, you heaved at the sky. “Fuck!!” You shouted.

What would a cat want with a dagger anyway?

It was dark by the time you picked yourself help and dragged yourself into your home, tears streaking your cheeks. You cried hard and long in front of those trees, your grief gripping you by the throat with a strong vice. You’d thought you were okay. Yes, you were broken by your father’s death, alone with no one to protect or love you– but you’d stopped the crying weeks ago!

You were frustrated at how easily your sobs came back due to something so simple. Sniffling, you closed and locked your wooden door before heading to the kitchen. You needed to eat. A solemn expression settled on your face, and the ache that grew in your chest hummed painfully.

A soup would do good tonight, something comforting to pull you from this rut. Grabbing two large, chunky potatoes from the sack in the corner of your kitchen you placed them on the counter, ready to cut. Instinctively, you reached for your dagger to use and gasped when you felt it’s emptiness.

Shit.

Tears welled again, and your crumpled to the floor like a wet rag. Nothing had ever hurt so much.

Your little home filled with the sounds of your moaning sobs, weak sniffles and frustrated screams. You felt like a child having a tantrum, and all you wanted was your father. But even he couldn’t come to help.

You cried yourself to a short slumber.

Thump. Thump. Thump!

You jolted. Eyes bleary from the tears, you confusedly blinked them. Was that the door? Pushing yourself up off the floor, you wiped your wet face with the sleeve of your dress. Seems you didn’t sleep that long, it was still dark outside– just how late into the night was it?

Thump. Thump. Thump!

“Gods! Who…who would be here..?” You whispered to yourself, picking yourself up off the floor as you tried to make yourself look presentable and not like you hadn’t just crumpled into a mess of a woman. Wiping your hair from your face, you quickly rounded the corner of your kitchen to your front door.

The strange feeling that fluttered your stomach on your walk home returned, making you hesitate in opening the door. Unsure of the feeling, you took a step back from the door, staring at it warily. Perhaps you had heard wrong?

Thump. Thump. Thump!

Christ your candles were still lit, they knew you were home. You didn’t wish to deal with an intruder or burgler, let alone someone coming in to do you harm. You didn’t have your dagger, but you surely had your kitchen knives.

Running back to the kitchen, you quickly grabbed one and slid back to the door. Hiding it behind the door, you finally slid the wood slab that kept it locked away and creeked it open, peaking your head out. “..Yes?” Your voice wavered slightly.

You were surprised at the stature of the stranger in front of you, noting how you actively had to look up. He wore a hooded cape that hid most of his upper torso, the hood settled atop his head and slightly covering his face. It was dingy and slightly torn, little holes littering hte hems indicating how long he’d been using it for. His boots were covered in mud, as if he traveled far. You squinted your eyes at him.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“My lady,” He grinned, cunning and wicked. Your stomach twisted.

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you so late into the night, but, I was passing– and noticed the initials etched into your home.” Despite his attire, he was eloquently spoken. You gripped your knife tighter, trying to keep a calm face.

“Are you perhaps, F.I?”

“I am. What is it to you?” You were stern, this caused him to chuckle. It was deep, almost mesmerizing.

“Then, I believe this belongs to you.”

The stranger then reached his hand out, and you tensed. You were expecting something terrible; a curse, a dagger ready to rob, anything bad that would befall you and make you meet your end tonight. You were correct, in a sense, but the dagger in his hand made you gasp.

You didn’t even think when you dropped the knife, the clatter not reaching your ears as you opened your door wider and grabbing it from his much larger hands. “My dagger!” You heaved, the smile of relief that washed over your features make him smile wider.

The handle was carved beautifully out of wood, wrapped in a thin leather for grip. But in the blade, an engraving stood out. F.I. Your father’s dagger was back in your hands. “Gods! I never thought I’d see this again. Sir, thank you! Where did you ever find it?” Your wide eyes looked back up at him.

“Well, I found it quite odd to see a cat carrying such a thing. It dropped it when I scared it, so I kept it– just in case. And on my travels to the next village over,” He motioned towards the one you had just came back from. “I saw your home, and your initials.”

Your heart raced with excitement and joy, pure, unbridled joy. The sadness you had felt had washed away, and was replaced with a happy melancholy. Your father was still gone, but it was like he’d returned home.

Your fingers grazed the blade, looking it over. It was undamaged, surprisingly. “How could I ever thank you?” You whispered, your mistake.

The stranger held back his wide smile, sharp teeth gritting with delight. He knew not to get too excited, not too giddy. Good things come to those who are patient afterall.

Dipping his head slightly, he cleared his throat. “If it’s no trouble to you, madam, would you be so kind as to offer this traveller a meal? To ready him for his continued travels?” He innocently asked.

Looking up at him, you thickly swallowed. A stranger, in your home. Your mind, body, and soul were on different paths. Your gut said no, turn him away and call it a night. But, your heart, oh your weakness. He had kindly given you back your beloved dagger, even though he could have kept it for himself because of how well it was made. A meal was nothing to you, nothing.

Biting your lip, you peaked at the knife on the ground. Norns. “Yes!” You almost shouted, clearing your throat. “One moment.”

When you shut the door of your house, you looked down at the dagger for a moment before tucking it into it’s sheath on your hip. You picked up the knife that had made it’s way to the floor and tried your quickest to put it back into the kitchen. You hadn’t even started dinner, but the soup you were to make would do just fine.

Back to the door, you opened it and this time fully opened it, allowing the stranger access to your home. “Please, come in.” You offered with a wry smile.

The stranger graciously accepted your offer, stepping into your small, cozy little home. Your scent engulfed him, and he had to turn away from you for a moment. You’d already turned your back to him, heading back to the kitchen. “There’s not many places to sit, other than the table and my chair. Feel free to get comfortable if you wish, I’ll be making dinner then.” You wave your hand at him.

He takes your advice and melts into your chair, almost radiating in the fact that it was yours. He was delighted, gleeful in fact. You’d been much dumber than he expected, but it was with charm. Your back turned to him, he greedily took in your backside and bottom as you began to chop away at vegetables; potatoes, carrots, peppers– anything to add to the soup. It wasn’t going to be much.

“So, my lady. What does F.I stand for?” He mused.

You bit your lip, rolling your shoulders slightly. “I’ll admit that I lied to you. They are my father’s initials, not mine.” You admitted, dumping the potatoes into a pot of water you had prepped before you fell asleep. You’d have to go out and get some chicken feet to add flavor so you weren’t just feeding him vegetables and water.

“Ahhh, a little liar on my hands?”

“Well, I didn’t know who you were!” You defended yourself.

“And your name?”

“What about it?”

He grinned, so you were a tad bit informed. “May I have it?” His question was so simple, and very innocent. He was good at making your skin crawl, your forehead sweat, and your abdomen warm. Strange, indeed. You remembered what Meredith told you. Never give your name to a stranger, they’ll take it for good. “No..” You sighed.

You jumped when he burst into laughter, haughty and loud. You’d almost nicked yourself with the knife when he did, looking over your shoulder with confusion. “You are very smart, madam! Suppose I should stop testing you.” Testing for what? You wondered.

“What is your name, my lady?” He finally asked, like a normal person. You were beginning to believe he wasn’t a normal person, and the thought alone made you shudder. “What is yours?” You asked instead.

“Loki.”

“Loki?” You reiterated, it was a foreign name certainly. One you’ve never heard.

He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue, and the fact that you simply didn’t realize who he was by name only elated him. Were humans forgetting? Becoming more stupid? Loki revelled in the thought of what the future would bring.

“Yes, Loki. Now I’ve told you mine, you must tell me yours!”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Y/N.” You huffed curtly.

Loki already knew your name, the trees whispered your secrets to him. It’s why he knew everything about you, why he loved you.

“I must step out to my coop for an ingredient, try not to mess with anything.” You simply stated as you walked across from your kitchen to the back door by the chair he had so comfortably plopped himself in. You wiped your hands onto your apron before opening the door and stepping out. You just needed some chicken feet.

When you returned, you instantly noticed Loki was no longer in the seat he was in. Before you could panic, you finally noticed him leaning over the pot of water and vegetables.

“I told you not to mess with anything.” You almost scolded him, a hint of faux-ire in your voice. You tossed the chicken feet you’d acquired into the water, looking up at him. He seemed dissatisfied with what you were making, and it made you upset. Sure he returned your dagger, but he was a guest and you were genuinely going out of your way to feed him.

No traveller would be this picky.

“I was wondering if you’d planned on feeding me just water and vegetables.” He taunted.

“And I was just thinking no traveller would be this picky.”

His silence chilled you to your core as you picked up the pot, huffing at it’s weight. You struggled to bring it over to the fire hole in the center of your home. With effort, you were able to plop the pot right over the fire– it would be a bit before it was done. This left you with some time with Loki, and your skin itched at the idea.

You melted at the dining table your father had also made, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Loki joined you, sitting across. His hood was still on, despite his comfort in your chair he had not made any advances to relax.

“Where do you hail from, Loki?” You finally asked him a question, one you should have asked long ago. The strange feeling in your gut did not leave whatsoever, in fact it only worsened. The hairs on the back of your neck stood when he was near, and his voice sent chilly vibrations throughout your body. You weren’t quite sure if you were afraid, or attracted to him.

“Asgard, and I assume you hail here?”

You couldn’t tell if Loki was lying or not. With everything he said, you just weren’t sure what to take at face value. It was what bothered you the most about him, he was a wall you seemingly couldn’t knock down. You weren’t sure you wanted to.

“Yes. My whole life.” You admitted.

“And where is your father?” The question stung, and Loki knew it did.

You’d remembered and grieved your father’s death far too many times today, your face said it all. Nose slightly scrunched, brows furrowed in such a miserable sense– it almost made Loki want to jump from where he was and hold you.

With watery eyes, you coughed slightly to cover it. You looked away, over to the pot checking it hadn’t boiled over. “He’s dead.” You quaked. This night wasn’t how you planned and you wanted it to end instantly.

But looking over his figure, his large hands with long, delicate fingers– he’d overpower you easily should the night go awry. You admit you were scared of Loki, deeply afraid. His mere presence evoked a trigger in your flight or fight responses, and you wanted to fly.

“That is a shame truly, to leave a lovely daughter all alone. With no one.”

His words were a stab to the heart, breaking you down. You abruptly stood from your seat, clearing your throat. “The..soup.” You motioned over to it, your excuse for leaving. Hastily making your way over, you grabbed a large wooden spoon from the kitchen and began to stir. It finished much faster than you anticipated, but you were glad it was. The sooner he ate, the sooner he left– right?

Loki watched you carefully as you walked from the kitchen to the pot again like a ghost, two bowls in hand. You first filled his, the broth a nice brown-ish colour from the cooked chicken– and when you handed it to him you held up your hand for one moment.

You returned from the kitchen with a loaf of bread, breaking a piece for him. He gratefully took it. You then made your own bowl and joined him once again at the table, exhausted. Loki ripped a piece off the bread you’d given him, dipping it into the hot liquid before taking a bite. A hum escaped his chest, as if he were a starved man eating for the first time in weeks.

Starved but picky? His strange aura eluded you. “Much better than I expected, this will get me through the night, madam.” He grinned, almost as if he wanted to taunt you to anger– to do something not in your right mind.

What was the point in sharing names if he was just going to call you madam and lady? You weren’t even a lady, the state of your home made that clear. Tearing off a piece of bread, you silently dipped it into your soup and took a bite. Much to your surprise, he was right.

The soup was delightfully flavourful, instantly warming your core. Your mouth watered as you swallowed the broth soaked bread, picking up one of the smaller wooden spoons you’d grabbed for the two of you to eat with. You scooped up a chunk of potato, slurping it down with a bite of bread and as you chewed you began to realize there was something off about the soup.

You wanted to panic, to stop eating, but you didn’t. You kept eating it, because it was delicious. It was the most delicious soup you’d ever made, and you were a pretty good cook. Your mind ran wild with how something so simply put together tasted so good that you didn’t notice Loki had finished, and was watching you devour the soup and bread like you were the one starved.

When you finished the soup, you couldn’t stop the sigh of content that released from your chest. You felt warm, fuzzy, and sleepy. A tired you’d never felt before. You chalked it up to eating such a hot dinner on such an emotional night, but you knew you were going to sleep heavily afterwards. You looked forward to it.

Loki standing up pulled you from your daze, your tired eyes looking up at him. “Thank you for the meal, my lady. But I must take to the night.” He told you holding out his hand. Without much thought, you slipped your hand into his. Loki brought your knuckles to his lips, placing a chaste kiss upon them. Your brows flew up in surprise at the sentiment, the skin where he’d kissed feeling hot as well as your cheeks and ears. This was unexpected.

“Oh, it’s alright– please.” You awkwardly pulled your hand from his, stepping aside to lead him to the door. A part of you was jumping with glee that he was leaving so soon.

“If it’s no mind to you, when I am finish with my duties in the village, may this traveller come back for another meal tomorrow night?”

His question did not have time to linger before you agreed without thinking, wishing you’d bit your tongue. With a grin, Loki let himself out and was gone into the night. You closed the door, sliding the lock into place.

You stared at the door for a moment, then wavered to the bedroom in the back– it was your father’s bedroom now turned yours. You plopped into the bed, softly grunting as your body collided with the fluffy blanket. Your body was burning, and your head was elsewhere. That soup did a number on you, and as you thought back to seeing Loki leaning over the pot, you drifted into a deep slumber for the rest of the night.

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“He is so intelligent and yet so broken. He’s still selfish and vain, and arrogant and proud, but he’s also elegant and amusing, and he’s so full of charisma. That’s why I love playing him, there is an element of delight and joy at being bad.”

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a wittle sneak peek, a wittle snack if you will-- <3

#this sequel is just going to be filthy and i have no regrets #might post it tomorrow if i finish it tonight

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#gooddddd seeing him hold a baby was NOT good for my brain today

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fermentedfanfics · 1 year

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hehe whooooopsies <3 i promise i'm working on a sequel, maybe i'll post some sneak peeks.

a little wine and charcoal.

hello welcome to my first writing that wasn’t a rewrite in a while. i hope you guys enjoy this ?? i randomly thought of this idea at like three in the morning and wanted to write it so bad– so forgive me if this is a little all over the place or written badly because i finished writing this at like six am and wanted to post it immediately. i might make a sequel to this, i kinda wanna write some smut for them. please know that this fic is explicit and for 18+ audiences only, minors dni.

summary: you enjoy taking figure drawing classes at your local college a few times throughout the year– this month you take up figure drawing again and find you’ve caught the model’s eye. (model!loki x artist!f!reader)

warnings: (possible smut for future sequel) fem!reader, make out sesh, reader is a little drunk, more than a little she’s a lightweight like me, light praise kink, kind of dry humping, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub dynamic (reader calls loki sir.) i’ll add more if i think of anything. word count: 3.2k

You are keenly aware of a pair of eyes on you, and you’re almost afraid to lift your gaze off the newsprint paper in front of you.

For a moment you wonder if you’re the only person who feels uncomfortable, but when you drag your gaze across the room you find everyone hard at work– focused on properly taking in the form of the man in front of you. Was he really a man though?

His ivory skin is chiseled like a marbled statue, and his thick, pitch-black hair was pulled back tucked behind his ears at the start of the class but has loosened and fallen into his face now. It’s given him a disheveled look and you’re rattled by how attractive he is. You’ve barely drawn anything, but you’re glad he’s not fully nude. Well– he is, but the way he’s posed has completely covered himself. You aren’t sure how you’d hold up if you were able to see him completely.

These figure drawing classes were supposed to be a source of relief for you. Twenty-five dollars and three hours of drawing live figures in silence with a couple of cups of wine was such a steal, and you’d truly enjoyed the last few times you’ve been– but the recent model has stolen that comfort from you.

At first you didn’t want to be conceded, clearly he was not staring at you directly. But the entirety of this month, each time you’d come and sit in that stuffy little classroom and painfully tried to draw the most beautiful being you’ve ever laid your eyes on, you could always feel him staring. It’s intensified by the wine you sip on throughout the class, your skin humming with the warmth of the alcohol and hot just from his mossy shaded eyes watching your every move.

Your hands delicately slip around the epicure of the glass next to you, it’s red and stinks of cheap wine but you drink it anyways to break the edge. Finally taking your eyes from the paper in front if you to the model, you swallow thickly when your eyes meet. You didn’t mean to look directly at his face, but curiosity got the best of you. Gripping the piece of charcoal in your hand, you begin to sketch.

You avert your stare from his face and to his body, and your mind wanders as your hand moves. Does he like your gaze? Observing every curve and rocky edge to his sculpted form– does it turn him on as much as it does you? You’d probably notice if it did. Each sip of the wine has your mind cloudy, and fills you with a kind of confidence you know isn’t good for you. Sneaking a peek to his face, you instantly regret it. His stare is intense, and the shine on his lips indicate he’s wet them with his tongue sometime between you taking your time studying every part of him and the last time you looked him in the eyes. You shiver.

The class wraps up faster than you expected. The conductor of the class brings the model a robe, and when he leaves the room bursts with conversation. “My god he was sexy, I couldn’t focus the entire time!” One of the women next to you boasts. Each class has a set of people who've never tried it before, or you’re simply just not lucky enough to get paired with anyone you’ve drawn with before. You feel seasoned among those around you, but you would be lying if you said the model hadn’t affected you in the same way.

You swallow the rest of the wine from your last glass, setting it down on the nearby tray it sat on. Trying to drown out the chattering and clattering of the class putting themselves together to leave, you try to pull an image of the model from your brain. You’ve seen him three or four times now, you didn’t keep count– each time you try to engrave him into your mind. You think this drawing is the closest you’ve ever gotten, fingers stained with charcoal. You decide to take this drawing home instead of leaving it like that last time.

By the time the room is empty, you’ve finished gathering your things. You take your time, knowing you have to call an uber since you finished about three cups of wine and you were a lightweight. Taking one last look at your drawing, you begin to take it down from the isle you used.

“I think yours is my favourite out of the bunch.”

His voice completely startles you, causing you to tear the top of the paper for a split second. You quickly stop yourself, letting go of your drawing allowing it to float helplessly to the ground so you wouldn’t completely destroy it. Instantly annoyed, your hazy, drunk gaze looks over your shoulder. It’s then you realize the class model is speaking to you.

He’s fully dressed, the first time you’ve seen it. It seems more intimate, you feel yourself burn hot at his voice as he apologizes, bending over and picking up your drawing. Smooth, sultry, and thickly accented– he’s rendered you speechless. “I always like the ones you draw– you’re very good.” He offers the paper to you.

“Thank you..”

You barely whisper your thanks, carefully taking the drawing from him. The rip doesn’t reach the art, thankfully. All your words are caught in your throat, he’s openly staring at you this time and you think he knows the effect he has on you. Swallowing your spit, you visibly relax ever so slightly as you begin to roll it up ready to leave.

“Do you come here often? I’ve seen you before.”

“Couple times a month.”

“Mr. Kilmyer let me keep some of yours of me, they’re hanging in my home. You’re incredibly talented– is this your profession?”

You’re trying to be respectful and listen to him, but you can’t. Your skin is boiling and the way the stupid cashmere turtleneck he wears fits him so perfectly that you can practically see his sculpted form beneath it is driving you up the wall. Though, that’s probably because you’ve seen him naked before and want to see it again. It’s fresh in your mind, and every time you blink you get a flash of his intense gaze. Wine plus him does not mix well.

“No.” You breathe out. He’s stepped closer, you’re in a full blown conversation with him now and you can see the quality of his face better. He has beautiful high cheekbones and strong brows giving him an intoxicating expression. His lips are thin and pink, you see he’s put chapstick on now. You wonder what it tastes like.

“It’s just a hobby. Um, thank you– I’m glad you like them.”

He cracks a smile, and your heart leaps so far into your throat you’re sure you can taste it. He seems to realize he hasn’t introduced himself, and offers you his hand. You’re delighted. “I am Loki, it’s a pleasure.” Your hand slips into his easily, a friendly shake sending electrifying shocks across your sensitive skin. You’re too drunk for this.

A little smile curls onto your lips, finally he thinks. “Y/N.”

He catches the slow blink of your eyelids, it’s late. You’re tired, and drunk– he can tell. He pulls his hand away and tucks a strand of his own hair behind his ear, drawing you in more. Does he know how sexy he is? You think he does. “I apologize, you must be tired. I don’t mean to take up your time, it’s just amazing to me how you’re able to master the human form in such a beautiful way.” His compliments give you a dopamine rush, your brain is fuzzy like the sizzling of a firecracker.

“I have to order an uber, so it’s okay..I have time.” You simply respond, he watched you drink those three glasses of wine.

Loki opens his mouth to say something, closing it as a thought come across his face. He sucks his lip in ever so slightly, biting it. He thinks for a moment, finger coming to his chin to caress it. His skin looks so soft and you’re instantly jealous of his own hand. Everytime you see him your mind floats away. Every single time he models, he’s fueled the bank in your mind to use late at night when you’re feeling lonely. You feel guilty a lot of the time, using a stranger to pleasure yourself– but you simply think of it as a one night stand. (That you keep going back to.)

You’ve imagined what it would be like to kiss his pretty lips, how it would feel and taste. You think he tastes like some kind of bourbon, and maybe caramel. A delicious mix. You especially enjoy remenecing on how he’d look at you while you drew him, how his mossy eyes bore deep into your soul and ignited a sexual flame in you faster than anyone ever had.

“Those can get quite pricey, hm?” He pauses, drawing your mind back to your conversation and away from your intrusively nasty thoughts about him. Loki rubs the side of his neck slightly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “Well, I know we only just officially met– but I could drive you home if you’d rather save the money?”

His offer lingers in the air for a moment, before a surprised oh leaves you and your brows raise. Free ride from the pretty model that eats you up with his stare every single time you see him? Yes please!

“I would hate to bother you..”

“It’d be my pleasure, truly! I do feel a bit honoured talking with someone who views me in such a lovely perspective.”

You don’t fight again after that, a sheepish grin taking hold of your lips– you giggle. It’s heaven to his ears. “Sure.”

The walk to his car was short, but he continued to ask you questions– egging you to socialize with him. You wanted to just stare and eat up his features, engrave as much as you could of him into your brain because you’re sure this is the last time you’ll see him. You’re able to muster up questions to ask him, so you’re not such a boring chatting partner. He is giving you a ride home after all. Loki does not model often, but he did get roped into it after his brother suggested him. It’s relaxing for him, because he’s able to mentally check out for a few hours and not worry about anything– it’s nice.

You realize he may have just been spacing out in your direction and you’re deeply embarrassed that you came to the conclusion that he was equally staring at you. Loki opens the door of the passenger side for you, it’s amusing to your intoxicated little brain and you can’t help but laugh as you get into the car. “It feels like you walked out of a fairytale.” You murmur.

“Never had a gentleman open the car door for you? Such a shame.” He tuts at whatever past relationships you’ve had, and you can feel your standards raising.

Your drunk limbs find immediate comfort in the seat of his car, relaxing and laying your head back. The car ride is peaceful, and he lets you roll your window down so you can feel the cold wintery air on your skin. I’m a fan of the cold. Loki simply stated when you worried over him becoming too chilled. The cold air feels good on your warm skin, you know you’re in for a good night sleep.

Loki comfortably chats with you the entire car ride to your home, giving him weak directions as you try not to drift to sleep. Is it weird you feel completely at ease, and safe, with a complete stranger? Yes. But so far, he hasn’t given you any reason to feel any other way. In reality you wanted to fall asleep in his arms, but his car would have to do.

Thankfully you’re able to keep yourself awake, and when he pulls into your driveway you raise your arms above your head to stretch. It’s a damn good stretch, a euphoric feeling rushing through your body as you feel your muscles contract. Loki delightfully takes in the rise of your shirt, the sliver of skin showing your belly before you plop your arms back into your lap. You’re eternally thankful to him.

Looking back over to Loki to thank him for the ride home, you’re unsettled by his deep stare on you. It makes your chest and head thump once more. “Thank you for driving me home, Mr. Loki..” You try to be respectful, but you’re only turning him on.

“Of course,” He hums, not sure if he wants to let you leave just yet.

You don’t think your night will go much further with Loki, your hopes are not high. But when you grab for the handle to open your car door, his warm hand is wrapping around your free one. “Y/N..” He starts, and the way Loki says your name is magical. It’s the first time, and you’re a little worried at how much of an effect it has on you. You shiver once more, gulping thickly. “Yes, sir?” Your voice wavers for a moment, and you can’t help your usage of sir. You do wish to be respectful to him afterall. Your usage of sir seems to break him, make him snap– Loki is quickly leaning over the console and caressing your face with his hands.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.” Your response is quick, and his lips crashing into yours is quicker.

Your stomach explodes like fireworks feeling his lips on you, and the desperation that follows only makes the heat rising in your core burn brighter. His lips are much softer than you were expecting, coating your own in that chapstick you can now taste is strawberry. You moan after tasting it, and Loki takes this free time to work his tongue towards yours. His lips are sweet like strawberries, but his tongue and mouth is minty and the stark contrast makes your head spin.

Loki’s left hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you closer while his right hand cradles your face like you’d simply disappear if he let you go. The desperation in his kisses make your stomach twist in the familiar sense of need, want. Your hands have found his biceps to hold onto, fingers digging into the fabric of his pine-green cashmere turtleneck. “You taste so divine.” He breathes into you, devouring the whimpers and moans that float from your throat with every kiss.

Each compliment he spews is another match thrown into the fire thats on your skin. Your head is indescribably fuzzy, and you feel like you’re going to pass out. But it’s good. It’s so, so good. You might doubt this to be a dream later on.

The hand on your face is exploring you now, and it doubles all of what your feeling. His hand slides to your hip, rubbing circles into the fabric of your shirt. It’s overstimulating at best, and turning you on even more. You instinctively rub his biceps, feeling his muscles underneath. Loki drags his hand down your thigh, rubbing and caressing just the same as you are to his biceps. It’s stimulating the heat growing in your pants but it’s not enough and when you buck your hips ever so slightly all thoughts are thrown out the window.

Loki’s hand palms your clothed cunt, ripping a ragged groan from the back of your throat. He hasn’t even moved yet and you feel like you’re about to melt, about to cum. Please, please, please, please. Your tortured voice peeps into his mouth as he bites your lip. You spur him on without even trying too hard. Slowly, but with pressure, Loki begins to rub his fingers and thumb up and down the length of your cunt.

You hiss, and before you can moan out his kisses are occupying you once more. His tongue barrages your crevices once again, exploring your tongue, teeth, roof of your mouth– anything he can. “So good for me, good girl.” He moans praises, and you echo his vocal pleasure with your own. Thank you Mr. Loki, please! Feels so good, sir.. Your groan hitches when his thumb glides over your clit through your jeans and panties– he’s instantly dragging his thumb across the area. It shocks you like a voltage, your body tensing in utter glee as it begins to climb for it’s release.

Please, sir! You gasp as his simple drags of up and down have turned into calculated wiggles and zigzags that have you keening. Your skin is burning, and you’re so close. So, so close. He can tell by your breathing, your gasping between kisses– it’s so cute. Just as you’re about to reach your climax, just as your about to cum Loki seamlessly removes his hand from your warm, wet clothed cunt and grabs the side of your face in a deep kiss.

You finally tap his biceps, and he releases you from the passionate, breath-stealing kiss he pulled you into. You’re gasping for air, trying to ignore the wetness of your panties and dull ache coming from your hole.

Loki catches you slightly as you slump, head far too heavy for you to hold up now. He remembers you’re drunk, and a giddy smile comes to his features. “Oh dear, I ‘ought to get you inside, yes?” He’s so sweet again, like he hadn’t just stolen your soul and heart with those kisses. If you weren’t so drunk you’d be pissed.

Scratch that– you are pissed. Your body is screaming for release, and you know you’re going to be too tired to rub one out once you’re inside your home. But Loki looks so mesmerized by you, so encaptured.

A small line of drool has dripped from the corner of your mouth, and tears have streaked your cheeks– your eyes still welling from lack of release. “Oh, princess..” He murmurs, kissing your cheeks where your tears roll down from.

Without another word, Loki gently releases you to rest against your car seat before exiting the car and making his way around. He opens the door for you, and helps you get out of the car. Your legs are wobbling, like a new-born deer. You want to throw yourself against him, beg him to come inside and finish what he started but you’re too tired. You’re too exhausted, and it’s hard keeping your eyes open. Perhaps it’s best the two of you stopped here.

He escorts you to the front door of your house, and places a loving kiss on your forehead and lips. He watches you fumble to open your door and get inside, bidding you a goodnight before heading back to his car.

You’re still buzzing with excitement by the time you crawl in bed, your bag and rolled up drawing laying haphazardly on your desk. You want to cry, weep even. You’re unbelievably horny and he simply just left you like that– although you want to keep thinking about how much he screwed you over and how much you’re going to pounce him the next time you see him, sleep has taken over.

You fall asleep with Loki on your mind, and a determined mind for next time.

Next time.

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TOM HIDDLESTON as LOKI LAUFEYSON

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Tom Hiddleston - Loki / Thor : The dark World.

#i'll never get over how sexy the chain is on him #he's soooooooo cute wtf

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your writing is just.. so crunchy i wanna eat it. i love the way you write so much you're such a huge inspiration pls keep up the good work !!! <3 giggling kicking my feet and twirling my hair type shit <33

This is the first time I’ve had my writing described as crunchy and I’m cackling 😂😂

Thank you, my love!! I’m so happy you enjoy what I put our there!! Hopefully it won’t be too long before I post something else, as I’ve had another WIP idea tonight 🤡

I’m sending you lots of kisses!!!

#fermentedtalks #i wuuuvvvv saz's writing hehe

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PLEAAASSSEEEE <333 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! i've been such a huge lurker of your writing for a while so this was just such a lovely surprise to me. i'm SO THANKFUL! you're truly so so kind, i'm so excited to write more and push out more ideas!! <33

a little wine and charcoal.

You are keenly aware of a pair of eyes on you, and you’re almost afraid to lift your gaze off the newsprint paper in front of you.

At first you didn’t want to be conceded, clearly he was not staring at you directly. But the entirety of this month, each time you’d come and sit in that stuffy little classroom and painfully tried to draw the most beautiful being you’ve ever laid your eyes on, you could always felt him staring. It’s intensified by the wine you sip on throughout the class, your skin humming with the warmth of the alcohol and hot just from his mossy shaded eyes watching your every move.

“I think yours is my favourite out of the bunch.”

“Thank you..”

“Do you come here often? I’ve seen you before.”

“Couple times a month.”

“Mr. Kilmyer let me keep some of yours of me, they’re hanging in my home. You’re incredibly talented– is this your profession?”

“It’s just a hobby. Um, thank you– I’m glad you like them.”

A little smile curls onto your lips, finally he thinks. “Y/N.”

“I have to order an uber, so it’s okay..I have time.” You simply respond, he watched you drink those three glasses of wine.

“I would hate to bother you..”

“It’d be my pleasure, truly! I do feel a bit honoured talking with someone who views me in such a lovely perspective.”

You don’t fight again after that, a sheepish grin taking hold of your lips– you giggle. It’s heaven to his ears. “Sure.”

“Never had a gentleman open the car door for you? Such a shame.” He tuts at whatever past relationships you’ve had, and you can feel your standards raising.

“Of course,” He hums, not sure if he wants to let you leave just yet.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.” Your response is quick, and his lips crashing into yours is quicker.

You fall asleep with Loki on your mind, and a determined mind for next time.

Next time.

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oh fuck cottagecore slowburn with loki as a fae king and reader a simple farm woman who accidentally invites him into her home i'm itching to write this!!!!!!!!

#fermentedtalks #loki x reader #loki smut #loki fanfic

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ao3 comments will be like “i like this line of your fic” and my reply will be like “fantastic thank you here’s my entire thought process about how i ended up with that particular line and also an outline for another fic i have and fifteen resources i used to research 1980s politics” and nobody asked for that chill

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a little wine and charcoal.

You are keenly aware of a pair of eyes on you, and you’re almost afraid to lift your gaze off the newsprint paper in front of you.

“I think yours is my favourite out of the bunch.”

“Thank you..”

“Do you come here often? I’ve seen you before.”

“Couple times a month.”

“Mr. Kilmyer let me keep some of yours of me, they’re hanging in my home. You’re incredibly talented– is this your profession?”

“It’s just a hobby. Um, thank you– I’m glad you like them.”

A little smile curls onto your lips, finally he thinks. “Y/N.”

“I have to order an uber, so it’s okay..I have time.” You simply respond, he watched you drink those three glasses of wine.

“I would hate to bother you..”

“It’d be my pleasure, truly! I do feel a bit honoured talking with someone who views me in such a lovely perspective.”

You don’t fight again after that, a sheepish grin taking hold of your lips– you giggle. It’s heaven to his ears. “Sure.”

“Never had a gentleman open the car door for you? Such a shame.” He tuts at whatever past relationships you’ve had, and you can feel your standards raising.

“Of course,” He hums, not sure if he wants to let you leave just yet.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.” Your response is quick, and his lips crashing into yours is quicker.

You fall asleep with Loki on your mind, and a determined mind for next time.

Next time.

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Back In Your Arms

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

Genre: Starts angsty but the happiest, fluffiest ending

Word count: 2.8k

Loki x f!reader

Loki Masterlist

Authors note: Ok this was originally intended as a drabble and it sort of just kept going? So it's a little less developed, a little more short and snappy, than a fic would be, so...enjoy I guess? Basically giving a middle finger to IW and everything turns out peachy.

You had almost grown used to the coldness of the bed you had shared with him.

Each morning brought the same five seconds of peace when you first opened your eyes. The five seconds when you still drifted between sleep and awake, believing that you would roll over into Loki’s arms, feel his drowsy kiss to your forehead and slip back to sleep in his warm embrace.

Each morning you would roll over to see the empty pillow that had stopped smelling of him, feel the coldness of the sheets and remember that he wasn’t sleeping peacefully beside you, he hadn’t been for so long that you were beginning to forget how it felt to wake up in his arms, and you had no idea if you ever would again.

It had been five months, or was it six?, since he had left with Thor to save Asgard from a sister neither of them had known existed. A sister who, according to Thor, was intent on shrouding Asgard in darkness and making the people pay for the wrongs of their father. It had been spring when they left - the daffodils had been in bloom - but winter had quickly seeped in, taking the colour from the world and the hope from your heart. Loki had walked out the door with a kiss and a promise that he would send word to you as soon as Hela had been vanquished and they were returning to New York.

It had been the last time you had heard from him.

Patiently, you had waited. Your heart was constantly in your throat, your stomach constantly in a state of nervous anticipation. For the first three weeks after they had left, you woke with certainty in your soul that this would be the day, the day he would keep his promise and return home.

Each day that continued to pass in silence was like a well-aimed dagger through your heart, each hour of not knowing a strategic twist.

When one month had passed, Tony had pulled you aside one rainy afternoon and told you, against Fury’s direct orders, that there had been some sort of explosion in space.

You weren’t stupid; you knew what Tony was trying to say, but you refused to accept it. Loki wasn’t dead, you would feel it in your very soul if he was dead. He was still out there somewhere in the universe, his heart was still beating, and he was moving heaven and earth to get back to you.

“I will look for you until the last star falls out of the sky,” he had promised.

He had yet to break a promise to you.

For months afterwards you combed the internet, reading anything and everything about astrophysics, Norse mythology, quantum physics, anything that would put you on the right path, the path to Loki. In utter desperation, you had eventually Googled Jane Foster with the intention of somehow reaching out to her and begging her for help, even if things hadn’t ended on the best of terms between her and Thor. She was smart, frighteningly smart, and likely your best chance at finding Loki.

Your search consumed you, everything else taking second priority while you painstakingly searched for the love of your life. The others tried to intervene, tried desperately to make you see sense, to accept that Loki was gone, but you persisted. Everything inside you screamed that he was still alive and that something unexpected had happened that was preventing him from returning as planned. You refused to give up like you knew Loki would refuse to give up on you.

On the fourth day of attempting to type an email to Jane Foster, Tony had slipped quietly into your room, startling you so badly that you almost leapt out of your chair.

“In my defence, I did knock.” He said quickly, coming towards you with palms raised.

Feeling stupid, you relaxed your shoulders and slightly lowered the lid of your laptop. You didn’t need Tony knowing what latest rabbit hole you were heading down. “Sorry,” you muttered, rubbing your fingers over stinging eyes. “I was miles away.”

“Mmm, literally it seems.” He replied, nodding to the photos of space and stars that littered your desk in piles. He dragged the small stool from your vanity across the floor to sit in front of you, making your heartache with a memory of Loki sitting in the very same spot with you sat between his legs as he combed out your hair, a favourite gesture when he was feeling particularly romantic. You swallowed the lump that quickly formed in your throat.

“How you holding up?” Tony asked kindly.

You took a deep breath in, trying to quell the storm and onset of tears that question always threatened to provoke. You wanted to lie, wanted to say you were completely fine so as to ease the burden of worry that was no doubt on his shoulders because of you, but it was Tony. He could read you almost as well as Loki could. “I miss him,” you settled on, the dagger in your heart twisting at the mere thought of Loki.

In front of you, Tony nodded. “Good,” he said simply. Instantly, your eyes shot to him, temper rapidly beginning to flare and angry words beginning to take aim in your throat. But then he kept talking. “Because I’ve heard from Fury that a ship called The Statesman is inbound for the compound in 12 hours with Point Break at the helm,” his eyes twinkled at you. “And at his side, his trusty co-pilot Reindeer Games.”

Mutely, you stared at him, mouth moving but no sound coming out. Suddenly, everything felt lighter. It was as though someone had injected colour back into your world, pulled back the curtains on an endless dark night. All the waiting was over.

“He’s coming home?” You asked in a small voice, a silent tear spilling down your cheek. You let it fall.

Tony smiled gently at you, his hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder. “He’s coming home, kid.”

You let him pull you into an awkward embrace and felt him squeeze you tight. You couldn’t say anything more, the one thought racing through your brain being Loki is coming home. Tony held you for another few seconds until you felt him pat your back and begin to pull away.

“Alright, that’s enough, I think,” he joked. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” He gave your shoulder one final squeeze and began to leave the room.

“Tony?” You called out as he reached the door. “Thank you. For everything.”

He turned, giving you an easy shrug. “Hey, any friend of Reindeer Games is a friend of mine,” he said, making you smile. “Night, kid.”

Unsurprisingly, sleep evaded you that night. The hours ticked by and you had tossed and turned until you were wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. Each attempt to drift off was futile. All you could think about was how, in 12 short hours, you would be falling asleep nestled in Loki’s arms with the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

“I will look for you until the last star falls out of the sky,” he had promised.

You hadn’t doubted for a second that he wouldn’t.

The next time you opened your eyes, sunlight was trickling through your curtains, casting the room in an almost ethereal glow. Loki had always loved mornings like this, always telling you how it reminded him of his chambers back in Asgard and how the light would flow easily in each morning.

Loki. The Statesman. 12 hours. Today.

He was coming home.

With a sudden burst of energy, you flung the covers off. In a frenzy you raced around the room, yanking clothes from drawers and wardrobes, not caring what they were or if they matched. In under five minutes you were out of your room and tearing down the compound hallways, eyes darting around every corner in case something should be different, as though there would be some dramatic change to the compound to herald Loki’s arrival home.

“There you are!” Tony’s voice came from behind, causing you to wheel around. “I was just coming to make sure you were awake. I thought you could do with some extra sleep after, you know, finding out the love of your life is hurtling through space to you. Bet that’s exhausting.”

“Is he…?” you began, but Tony shook his head.

“Not yet. They’re about ten minutes out, give or take. Hey, how does it feel? Having him come back after being so far away? The furthest Pepper has ever gone is Toronto, so I wouldn’t…”

You audibly groaned. “Tony, I love you, but can you shut up for five seconds and take me to wherever it is they’re landing? Please?” You half whined.

Tony’s entire demeanour shifted, becoming instantly softer. “Sure, kid. C’mon.” He gestured to the staircase that would take you to the lower levels of the compound.

It was all you could do not to run ahead of him like an excited child. A few of the others had gathered when he took you through the back doors to where the compound opened up to an expanse of green. Wanda was by your side instantly, taking your hand in hers and squeezing firmly.

“Remember this moment,” she whispered softly in your ear.

Your eyes searched the sky, instantly zoning in on the stretch of coal-black against light blue. As it continued to get bigger, your stomach was in knots. For so long you had dreamed of being reunited with Loki and now your heart was finally returning home. It was all going to be ok.

The ship continued to get bigger, and your heart continued to race faster, until it was eventually crashing through the trees at the compound's perimeter and coming to a screeching halt. You squeezed Wanda’s hand hard. You held your breath as the doors slowly began to open, fighting the urge to sprint towards the ship to Loki.

Thor was the first to emerge, a little unsteady and looking decidedly worse than the last time you had seen him. He faltered on his feet, taking a second to collect his bearings, and finally raised his arm in a wave.

“Seeing as we’re friends, or colleagues, I’m going to ignore the thousands of dollars of damage you’ve just inflicted on my innocent building!” Tony called out. The relief in his voice was unmistakable.

Thor turned back to the ship, and you took a few tentative steps forward, waiting. Gently, he encouraged the remaining Asgardians to disembark, speaking reassuringly to each individual who exited and assuring them they were safe. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors they had experienced while on that ship. Very quickly, there was a large crowd assembled, most of them falling into each other’s arms and thankful to be alive. With each person who walked down the gangway of the ship, your eyes darted back towards the door, your heart hammering expectantly.

And finally, finally, you saw him.

Loki.

He was the last to leave the ship, walking down the gangway with a slight limp, but otherwise uninjured. You let go fully of Wanda’s hand. While the others raced to welcome Thor, Banner, and the Asgardians, you only had eyes for the figure in green who all but towered above the crowd.

“Loki,” you said softly, as if to affirm to yourself that it was actually him.

Almost as though your voice had carried across the mass of the crowd, over the tears that were equal measures of joy and sorrow, his eyes found yours. You committed to memory the second they lit up, the second the relief washed over him.

It was all you needed.

On shaky legs, you ran, closing the remaining distance between you in a matter of seconds and leaping into his arms. Your legs locked around his waist, arms around his shoulders, and you peppered his cheek, chin, nose, forehead, anywhere you could reach with swift, sweet kisses.

“Loki,” you said again, this time through tears that you could no longer hold back. Instinctively, you burrowed your face into the familiar comfort of his neck. He smelled of smoke and ash and battle, but it was Loki, and you breathed him in.

His arms were sealed around you, holding you so tight it was as though he feared you would slip away. He nuzzled his face into your hair. “Oh, my darling girl,” he exhaled, his voice so full of love it made you cry harder. “How I missed you.” He pressed a firm kiss to your neck, and you savoured the feeling of his lips back on your skin.

You continued to clutch at him, arms and legs squeezing him, hands balling into fists around his torn and singed cloak. After months of loneliness and heartache, he was here, he was real, he was alive. ‘You scared me,” you squeaked out. “I thought I…”

“I know, my love. I’m so sorry.” Loki cut you off. “There was no way to reach you. Heaven knows I tried,” he spoke quickly, as though he had to explain himself and the weird workings of space to you.

Instantly, your legs fell from around his waist. He refused to let you go anywhere, pulling you tight against him. You cradled his face in your hands. “Don’t you dare apologise,” you croaked at him in a voice still thick with tears. “None of this was your fault. I was just…I was so scared, baby,” you said again, unable to describe what you had been feeling for the past few months in any other words. Gently, you ghosted your thumbs over his cheeks, scanning his features for any sign of injury or hurt, but all you could find were a few small scars and faint bruises. An almost inaudible sigh of relief escaped you. He was ok.

Loki, whose piercing green eyes hadn’t left you, knew exactly what you had been searching for. “I’m ok.” He said gently, turning his head to softly kiss the inside of your wrist.

A laugh bubbled through you, sounding odd and distorted through your tears. “I was going crazy. I was reading about astrophysics and quantum physics and a lot of other types of physics even though I failed physics three times in school,” you said, watching a small smile grow on Loki’s face as he listened. “I was even about to email Jane Foster. Jane Foster, Loki. That’s how badly I wanted to find you.”

He laughed quietly at you, one hand going to the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so sorry I made you read about physics,” he murmured, pulling another laugh from you. It was the most you had laughed since he had left.

You tilted your head to look at him, committing every detail of him to heart. The softness of his eyes as they rested on your face, the small bump on the ridge of his nose from a fight with Thor, the way his hair fell in gentle waves around his perfect face. “I love you so much,” you said easily, putting as much conviction behind your words as possible so he was left with no doubt. You didn’t give Loki a chance to reply, instead pulled him down until your lips were on his.

It was a kiss that was soft, hungry and passionate all at once. You had almost forgotten how sweet it was to kiss him. Effortlessly, you moulded yourself against him, easily let his tongue slip into your mouth, felt a tear on your cheek that you knew wasn’t yours. Automatically, your arms moved to cradle him, desperately trying to make him feel safe, wanted, appreciated. Close by, you heard someone call your name - Thor, presumably, - but you couldn’t, wouldn’t, pull your attention from the god in front of you and how it felt to be clasped so lovingly against his chest.

Much, much too quickly, Loki broke your kiss, placing one last chaste peck on the tip of your nose. “It’s all over, darling. We won,” he said softly, giving you that smile that always made your heart flutter and resting his forehead on yours.

You tightened your arms around his shoulders. “Then you have no reason to ever leave my sight again.” You said, smiling through your tears. “I’m going to chain you to the bed to make sure you stay put,” you teased him, so overwhelmed with joy and relief at having him back in your arms that teasing him was the only way to express it.

Loki laughed deep and low, pulling you even tighter against him. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, my love,” he replied smoothly. You buried your face back into his neck, soaking in his warmth and the sheer solidness of him against you after months of him being nothing but a dream. “I love you,” he whispered softly. “I will always love you and I will always come back to you.” You squeezed him in response.

It was over. It was all going to be ok.

It was all going to be ok.

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How does Loki look so soft in the first Thor movie?? 🥺 a literal baby

I know!!! 😭😭😭 he looks so freaking adorable!!

Look at him!! I wanna smosh that little face!! 🥹🥹

Big Disney prince energy 😩 (but I would also ride him like he’s riding that horse 🤐)

LITERAL BABY!! LOOK AT HIS LITTLE SMILE IT’S SO SOFT 😭😭😭

AHHHHHHHH

I am a Whore for one soft baby 😩 (who can fuck for days)

Some baby Loki for y’all this fine day! @infinitystoner @lunarnights95 @fandxmslxt69 @muddyorbsblr @lokisgoodgirl @currish-rosewolfe @joyful-enchantress @coldnique @ladyofthestayingpower

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Girl...I am red in the face!!

I read this entire series before work and I've been day-dreaming about it all day, it's so so dreamy and I love your writing so much! You pulled me in within a couple of sentences, also I...LOVE soft Loki so much my heart hurts!!!!

I cannot wait for the next chapter, this is a masterpiece truly. 😍🫶🏼

Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

18+/adult themes/ talking/flirting/ slow burn/ fluff/angst/ smut

Warnings: smutty smut, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex (please be careful IRL), slight soft dom/sub vibes, fluff... I hope you enjoy!

"I don't want to be your…downfall, I want to be your ray of light," you both chuckled quietly and you smiled warmingly at him. The way you looked at him made Loki shiver. He felt so vulnerable. But he was so needy at the same time. He starved for your touches, your kisses, your breath fanning over his skin. He wanted to feel your hands and fingers caressing his body and your soft lips exploring every inch of him.

He was known for being dominant in the bedroom, he knew how to get it his way and how to satisfy his lovers. But with you, everything felt so different now.

Should he take you as he prefered to have sex with a woman? Should he dominate you, tie your hands up to the bed's headboard, make you cum again and again on his fingers, his tongue and his cock until you lie completely exhausted in his arms, himself satisfied and completely spent?

To take you this way felt wrong somehow tonight, your first night together should be special. He wanted to treat you right because he knew that your ex did not. He wanted to be your perfect lover. You deserved it. On some occasions, you had made a few remarks that you might like to be the submissive one but Loki didn't want you to be submissive. Not tonight.

He still covered his manhood with one of his large hands, his other hand now bashfully stroking through his long soft curls over his neck to his chest, a slight smile curving his mouth. Why did he feel shy in front of you? Never before had he had any problems being naked in front of a lover. He still gazed softly at your beautiful face, framed by your gorgeous hair. You were so close to him. Your scent enchanted him and he smelled your arousal…it didn't help him to relax a little bit.

What were you thinking of him? What did you expect from him now? Why did he feel so insecure to take the next step, to touch and to kiss you again, to wrap his arms around your naked body and to caress you with smooth fingers? What in hel's name was wrong with him. The impeccable Loki Laufeyson, the greatest lover the nine realms had ever seen, was shy and hesitant like a young inexperienced man. Pathetic. Surely you would laugh about him

But you were so special to him. You were like the finest porcelain, your warm heart and mindful soul were so precious to him. He didn't want to break any of it. He would never hurt you, neither your body nor your heart. Yes, he wanted you to be his and he wanted to be yours. He wanted to protect you, always and forever. He wanted someone who only belongs to him and him alone, someone who is there for him. Someone, he could give all of his love. The love he had hidden for such a long time deep inside of him. You were the first one in a long while who brought the feeling of love back to the surface.

And you were right. You were the ray of light that enlightened his darkness. But why did you want him? Why did you always look for his proximity, his affection? What did you see in him? He tried for so long to ignore how beautiful you were, your attractiveness and his growing feelings for you. But he never had a chance to fight against these feelings. You owned him from the first moment he met you. The way you gazed at him always filled him with warmth and later with desire too. And you were the only one who would be allowed to see him like this.

You cupped his cheek with your hand and he couldn't resist leaning into your touch.

"Loki, there's no need to hide from me. You're perfect to me. Let me look at you, let me see you. I really want you!"

You took his hand gently away from his manhood and made him put his hands on the small of your back. With your free hand, you stroked his abs, your fingers moving down to toy with his pubic hair before your hand cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. Loki's muscles tensed and a whimper escaped his mouth and you felt him getting harder.

"Does it feel good, Lo?"

"Yes, it…feels good," he moaned.

You pressed yourself against his heated body again, wrapped your arms around his neck and you began to kiss him gently, sucking his lower lip into your mouth, slightly biting and licking it and when he opened his mouth with a little gasp, he let your tongue play with his. Your taste was sweet and intoxicating, he wanted to kiss you like this forever, wanted to feel your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands stroking through his curls, touching him, squeezing him. He knew he wanted this every night, every day. He wanted you.

"I want you to feel comfortable, Lo. Please let us go to your bed," you whispered into his ear.

He followed your lead and hand in hand you two went over to his bed. He laid himself down into the soft cushions with you on top of him. He held you tightly in his arms and he still felt your lips on his mouth, his cheek and his neck. The tip of your tongue found his sensitive spot right under his ear and you licked that spot in small circles. He closed his eyes leisurely and felt how you sucked a hickey to his neck.

When you worked your way down his body he nearly forgot to breathe. He held his eyes closed so he could concentrate on the kisses, sucks and licks you peppered on his chest and his stomach and how your hands roamed tenderly over his arms and his torso, exploring every toned muscle, every little desirable inch of his body.

"Please don't do anything, Lo, please let me take care of you. I want to make you feel good," you whispered.

You kissed further down over his chiselled abdomen, his muscles flexing because of the indescribable wonderful gentle kisses and touches of yours. His hands gripped the bedsheets when his arousal grew. He couldn't remember if there ever was a lover who was so tender with him. And to be honest, he never allowed anyone to treat him like this. He never wanted to be weak or out of control. You were the first one he trusted enough to show his vulnerability and how touch-starved he was, how big his hunger for genuine love was. You were the only person he trusted enough to allow himself to lose control and let his guard down.

You reached his belly button and with your warm wet tongue, you drew lazy circles around it and pressed a kiss on it. Your mouth caressed his hip bones, following his prominent abdominal v-line, kissing up and down his happy trail and finally, you reached the base of his shaft.

He was so impossibly hard now, leaking pre-cum already and he wanted nothing more than to feel your warm mouth wrapped around his length…but he also wanted to soak up this moment. He wanted to enjoy the incredible tenderness you gave him to the fullest. You slowly licked his painfully hard cock, which now leaned proud against his stomach, from base to tip a few times, your hand fondling his balls, and then you wrapped your mouth around his aching length. Loki whimpered and when you took him in, a husky moan left his mouth. It felt like he had to combust.

"Oh Norns, snowflake, you feel so good, don't stop, my princess, don't stop, I need you." He was so desperate for you.

"I won't stop, my beautiful god," you answered after you took him out of your mouth for a short moment and gave him a loving gaze and a seducing smile.

You took him in again and bobbed your head up and down until you had found the perfect rhythm to please him. He felt his climax coming closer. With each circle of your tongue over and around his sensitive tip and sucking his cock longingly it became more difficult for him to hold back.

Your actions were so sinful and passionate. As much as he wanted it to last longer, it was just impossible. He shivered when he felt close to orgasm and his hands gripped the bedsheets more firmly. But you stopped and took him out of your mouth but continued to stroke his length slowly. He looked at you incredulously and sighed in disbelief.

"No, no princess, please…don't stop. I beg you, please don't stop," he panted.

"How do you want to cum, baby? In my mouth, through my hand or in my cunt? Just tell me what you need, Lo!" you murmured, feeling your own arousal pooling between your thighs.

You felt how close he was and you wanted him to cum so good that he would never forget the first night you spent together in intimacy and love.

"Please allow me to cum in your pretty mouth. I want to give you all of me, I want to feed you," he moaned, barely able to speak anymore.

"As you wish, my god." He was so adorable in this moment and you loved him even more.

He came so good, it nearly made him cry and he ejaculated in hot spurts into your mouth and you drank every drop of him, every drop he gave to you. You never tasted such delicious stuff. When you had licked him clean you gave his still half-hard cock a kiss and crawled up on him to kiss his pretty mouth again. He could taste himself on your lips and your tongue and it made him want to return the favour to you…he wanted to taste you down there too. With tender hands, he stroked your spine up and down. Your skin felt like velvet and silk. It has been a long time since he had someone so warm and soft tangled in his sheets and snuggled up in his arms.

He saw the little goosebumps he caused on your skin and he wanted to make you feel good too and so he rolled you carefully onto your back.

"Please spread your legs for me, my love. I want to see you."

Now it was on you to feel shy. But you knew he would be tender and careful so you did what he asked you to do.

He worked his way down your body, kissing your collarbones, gliding with his tongue down to your breast. He licked and sucked your nipples one after the other, his warm tongue twisted around your hardening nipples in slow and tender circles and he sucked them gently one by one and it made you dripping wet for him. Loki kissed all the way down to your pubic mound, his lips hot and wet. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, you were perfect to him, so damn pretty and perfect.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are…and so wet for me. You're glistening, my snowflake. Do you want to melt for me?" Loki cooed.

His voice was so deep and smooth that you bit onto your lower lip and whimpered in anticipation.

"Yes,...yes I want to melt for you, Lo," you whispered.

He lowered his head down to your soaked pussy, placed your legs over his shoulders, spread your folds wider and began to lick you softly. His hands, which were so big but careful, grabbed your hips and pressed you down to the mattress.

"Don't move, my love, let me pleasure you. Enjoy it, just let it happen."

He found your swollen pearl and sucked and licked it gently and his tongue circled expertly around your clit and down to your entrance. You hissed and sighed, lost in his tender actions. He was so incredibly careful and tender with you that you felt all warm and full of love for him. You never expected this tenderness of him. And you never have thought that you would be able to give yourself to a man again like this.

One of his hands found your breast and he let a thumb run over your erect nipple and which made you moan louder. He never stopped licking and sucking you when he inserted two fingers into your wet cunt. He curled his fingers up to find your sensitive spot inside of you while he finger-fucked you. He knew that he did it right because you squirmed and clenched under his touches and licks. He knew you were close.

"Lo…please…make me cum, it…you… feel so good," you begged him.

"Come for me princess, let go…I have you," he murmured between your legs and he felt you grabbing his curls firmly.

With a scream of relief, shivering legs and curled toes you came hard over his fingers and under his tongue. The orgasm he gave you didn't seem to end. He licked up your juices and guided you through your high, his blue eyes looking at you lovingly. How beautiful you were when you came undone for him. You were a sight to behold.

When you came down from your climax and your breath was nearly back to normal he climbed up your body to look at you again. You cupped his face and kissed him passionately and the taste of both of your juices mixed up on your lips and in your mouths. The taste was delicious.

Your bodies were tangled with each other, Loki didn't know anymore where his body ended and yours began. Hands roamed tenderly over shoulders, arms, spines, chests and cheeks. When his thumb rubbed over your plump lips, your hand traced over his veiny forearm up to his toned biceps and further upwards to his shoulder. You could touch him like this forever. Two pairs of eyes were lost in each other's gaze and sweet arousal still surrounded you, your desire for each other wasn't satisfied yet.

"Please allow me to make you mine completely, snowflake."

"Take me Lo. You're worth every sin," you whispered against his lips.

"You sweet temptress you. You want to ruin me, don't you?" he whispered against your ear before he pecked your lips softly.

You smiled at him seductively and pulled his head towards you so you could kiss him demandingly while he rolled you carefully onto your back. Loki pressed tender kisses to your forehead, cheeks and your neck. You spread your legs for him again and felt how he lined his stiffened cock up with your still wet entrance after he had stroked multiple times over your sweet pearl and through your folds with his sensitive tip. You both moaned into each other's mouth when he entered you in a swift move. He rested on his forearms, his fingers tenderly caressing your temples and scalp.

You caressed his shoulders and the soft curls in his neck when one of his hands took one of yours and placed it next to your head. He laced his fingers with yours and held your hand in place, his forehead resting against yours. Your other hand still ran through his silky long curls, tugging some strains of his hair behind his ear. The way you looked at him and the tenderness of your gesture made him nearly tear up. He had never been so full of love for someone.

He never enjoyed slow lovemaking as he did at this moment with you. Normally he was wild and vocal during sex, trying to chase his lover and himself to new highs by using passionate and filthy words. It has always been part of his love language. He became quite an expert over the last couple of hundred years. But now? He just wanted to hear every little moan, sigh and groan that escaped from your pretty mouth while he pounded slowly into your soft, tight cunt. He just wanted to listen to this love song you sang for him and to your whimpers which were caused by him.

So he said nothing, he just moaned breathlessly like you and listened to you, enjoying your warm, throbbing cunt, engulfing his needy cock, sucking him deeper into your wet channel, his pelvis massaging your sensitive clit. You whispered his name and your free hand grabbed harder into his back. Close to your climax, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heels into his ass to pull him harder against you.

He still held your hand in a tight grip and it became more firmly with every thrust of him. What were you doing to him? He was balls deep buried into your velvety warmth, engulfed by your love, and you gave him the feeling of being valued and worthy. You treated him like someone who deserves to be loved and who deserves to belong to someone. His heart wanted to explode.

You felt like you were floating. Loki was all around and inside of you. His warmth, his scent of sandalwood, moss and black oud, his breath and his lips grazing over your neck, shoulders and clavicle, his soft skin on yours …he engulfed you completely. Loki pumping his perfect cock in and out of you was breathtaking. You felt every vein on it and never before had someone hit your special spot inside of you so perfectly as Loki did. He was so powerful but carefully and tenderly fucking you that you had no words to describe what you felt.

His moans were the sexiest sound you had ever heard. And he moaned because of you because you were able to make him feel good. You wished it would never end. You knew you were close to your climax, Loki was pulsating inside of you and it seemed it just needed a few more thrusts and you both would cum together in a mind-blowing orgasm. His name escaped your mouth in a breathless moan, your hand grabbed harder into his back and you pressed him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist, arching your hips against him, pressing your feet harder into his ass because you wanted to feel him deeper inside of you. Your other hand was still clasped with his next to your head and you felt his grip getting more firm.

This heavenly feeling of him, when you two reached your highs, Loki filling you up to the brim, made your walls tighten and pulsate around his cock. Never before has an orgasm felt so satisfying, for both of you. In sheer bliss, you kissed him and he deepened the kiss immediately. You felt so desired, adored and safe.

Never before has Loki felt so satisfied, worshipped and loved. It was enchanting and it felt so good. He never wanted to miss it again. He felt his cock getting soft and he carefully bottomed out of your still clenching cunt. You whimpered at the loss and you felt his sperm slowly dripping out of you. You wanted him to stay close to you and you cling to him like a limpet.

At this moment Loki knew he would never get tired of you being clingy and so close to him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, listened to your breath and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. He was so madly in love with you.

Loki held you impossibly close to him. He enjoyed your proximity and the feeling of your satin skin on his. Your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. His nose was buried into your hair and he inhaled your scent. You smelled wonderful to him. Your fingers trailed tenderly up and down his chest, brushing over his chest hair and softly tugging it.

"Are you okay, snowflake?" Loki whispered against the crown of your head.

"Yes, Lo, I'm okay," you whispered lazily.

"That was awesome, darling. You were amazing," he murmured.

"Was I?" You couldn't believe that he praised you.

"Hmmhmm, you were perfect, no matter what someone told you before. Do you remember? Let go of the past? You told me to do the same. Never before has someone pleasured and worshipped me like you did and given me so much love and adoration. Your tenderness was incredible, snowflake."

His praise made you blush and your heart flutter.

"It's because I care about you. I want you to feel good and loved."

"It was perfect, my love. You're made for me. I want to …live in you, in your heart. I want to be absorbed by you entirely. May I?"

You propped up on one arm and looked at him softly.

"Only if you let me, too. I never felt so loved and adored, Lo. It feels so good," you whispered and leaned your head down to peck his lips tenderly.

"Please own me, absorb me entirely…love me and let me love you, Lo."

You kissed him again and laid your head down again in the crook of his neck and continued trailing lazy circles over his chest.

"Nothing more than that, snowflake. But please tell me, why did you choose me, my love? I didn't do anything to make you want me. I'm not a lovable man. I don't deserve your love, not even your attention. You're too precious for me, I'm not worthy of you."

"Don't say that, Lo. Don't be so hard on yourself. You did a lot to make me love you. You gave me your attention, you care about me, you listened to me and let's not talk about the sheer amount of time you spent with me. When I met you for the first time and looked into your eyes I could see your emotions in them. They were hidden deep down in your heart and I wanted to find them, explore them, and set them free. I wanted to see your true self and all the love you can give, everything that's hidden behind the mask you are wearing. And I'm sure I've found it, nearly all of it…hopefully. And I know you're a loving and giving man…no…a god. I'm the one who should be thankful that you chose me, that you see something in me you want to have by your side, that you want to protect…and to love…"

"How could you see behind my mask? No one ever could. Why did you even try?"

"Love is the answer, I guess. You've always been so guarded and distant but nonetheless, I saw it in your eyes, Lo … whenever I had the chance to look at you. Everything was always written in your beautiful eyes. You were my challenge and I had to figure out what you think, what you feel, what you need…I can't explain it, my heart just told me to do so."

"You have no idea, my love, how much I wanted you right from the first moment when I saw you in the park, sitting alone on that bench. I just refused to believe it," he chuckled.

"You have everything and you are everything I need and I've been looking for. I think… you are the right person, my right person who was willing to see and explore me. You told me I should never give up on finding the love of my life. I'm sure I've found her. It's you, you're my Queen, my goddess who I will worship for the rest of my life."

"Lo, you make me feel shy… I've just let my heart speak, baby and it barely betrays me…and I never give up easily. And believe me, I never thought that I could be someone's goddess." You teared up. What a way to get loving aftercare.

"You really mean it, Lo? I am the love of your life, your goddess?"

"Yes, my love, you are. I'm so blessed that I met you. I'm so glad that you've listened to your heart, that you gave me a chance, me, the bad guy...and that you saved me from getting lost."

"Bad guy? I only accept you as a bad guy in bed," you chuckled and pinched his nipple gently.

"Ouch!" Loki hissed playfully.

"You're not a bad guy, Lo. You've proven it several times now. You've saved lives, and worlds, you proved that you are capable of working in a team… the others told me. They like you, and your brother is very proud of you and…he assured me that he loves you. He doesn't want to lose you ever again. So don't tell me you're a bad person."

You lifted your head a bit to look at Loki.

"You're a god so take your chances, tell and write your own stories, new stories and…I would love to be a part of it. I want to take my chances too, I want my own and new stories, too. Together with you! Should we write them together? Would you like that, Lo?"

The tears in his eyes and the lump in his throat made him unable to speak. Maybe he was loveable and worthy of being liked and loved.

"Your positivity is unbreakable, isn't it? I think you might be right and we should give it a try…let's figure it out," he cooed and you two looked at each other in agreement and adoration and sealed it with a passionate kiss.

"Lo?"

"Yes, my love."

"Does love at first sight exist?"

He paused and inhaled your scent deeply before he answered.

"I didn't believe in it, I didn't even believe in love at all…until I met you… yes, snowflake, it exists, for you and me it definitely exists."

You couldn't speak at that moment so you just cuddled closer to him, held him in a tight grip and laid your head down again on his chest.

"Lo?"

"Yes, my love," he answered and he tightened his grip on you, too.

"You have a dominant side, don't you? I know you have one…and I want all of you. Please don't ever hide from me, I want you to be your true self. And I want to be your good girl," you smiled lasciviously against his chest.

"I couldn't really hide it, hmm? Don't worry, my love. I will show you every side of me," he groaned and chuckled darkly, making you shiver with excitement.

"But for now, please let me bathe in your tender love, snowflake" he murmured, softly again.

He made you change positions so he could lay his head down on your cleavage and now you pulled him closer to you and combed your fingers tenderly through his soft hair, caressed his scalp and twisted his curls around your fingers, your other hand trailed over his arm. Loki drew lazy circles with his long fingers over your stomach and around your navel. He loved how you played with his hair, it felt intimate and caring. More intimate and caring than sex could ever be.

Before you fell into a deep sleep you felt a warm tingling brush fanning over your whole body and when that feeling was gone, your body felt clean and refreshed.

"What did you do, Lo?" you mumbled sleepy against the crown of his head.

"I just used my seiđr to clean us, " he whispered and kissed your forehead.

"I hope it's okay for you."

"Hmmm, but only if we sleep naked now."

"Oh, I always sleep naked, my love."

"Wonderful!" you mumbled and turned around to lay on your side so Loki could spoon you.

He pulled a duvet over you two and wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand resting outstretched on your stomach.

The rest of the night he held you tight and you were being pulled closer by him within cuddles and he couldn't stop kissing you on your shoulders, your hair and your nape. Now he knew what you were doing to him. You've tried to touch more than his body and you did it. You touched his heart.

"I love you, snowflake," he whispered just before he finally fell asleep.

You smiled but you were too tired and too close to sleep to answer him. But you would give him an answer. Soon, very soon.

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#this is such a good read #loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki smut

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