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Yeah I would agree, you are better than dr strange:) sure his cape is cool and his powers are spectacular but he can be a bit too stoic. I think you have more a fun yet more awesome personality. I think you are amazing Loki

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Jotunheim: Culture and Belief system

In the MCU, Jotunhiem isn't somewhere that's fully explained, so we, as fans, come up with our own headcanons. Here's a few of my own for Jotunheim and their culture, along with what I think happened when Odin found Loki. - Culture In the mythology, they are depicted as being very wild and chaotic. While I enjoy the idea, I like giving wild things the benefit of the doubt, and give them some kind of culture. With Jotuns, I think a big part of their culture is the markings they have on them. There's a difference between the markings of royalty and of a soldier. While some are inherited at birth (royalty, other social classes), they can also be earned (being a soldier, much like how the military gives out rewards). Their markings are very meaningful to them and it's something that they accept as their culture. They also hold the Casket of Ancient Winters at a high standard, as it's their power source and therefore a huge part of their own culture. They would keep it someplace safe, somewhere where it would be unharmed. That place would likely be a temple. Similar to our churches or synagogues, they keep their most valuable objects in the temple, where they can have that bit of "worshipping". I believe they would also pride themselves on hunting and craftsmanship, the males often going out on hunting trips and others trying to make clothing that would be suitable for them. For the females, they are a large part of the cultures as well. While I believe it would have been forgotten in many years of culture, the Jotuns have the idea that the female Jotunar are much more important than the men, as the women quite literally ensure that their species survives. The men do most of the hunting (however there have been women who have hunted), and women have the children and raise them. Since the women are seen as important to the culture, I think they would also hide the women away in times of battle, war or just threats in general. This would be why we don't see any female Jotunar in the Thor movie. As women are seen as important to their kind, I believe marriage would be a big deal within their culture. - Belief System To me, the Jotunar definitely come in different shapes and sizes. Gerdr in Norse Mythology is a GREAT example of this. But MCU Jotunar are slightly different. In my mind, the idea that the MCU Jotunar come in different shapes and sizes is still true, but it's believed that the smaller Jotunar are capable of using seidr, or having magic similar to Loki's shapeshifting and illusions. As said previously in my Status Classes post, the Jotunar wouldn't care much for the status of class unless it was royalty. I can see their culture with royalty being similar to that of the Egyptians, just with less... interbreeding between families. I'm sure a Jotun healer saw the deformities and was like "Something isn't right.." and they mostly tried to fix that tradition, with some still following it. Marriage, as stated above, would have been a big deal. Laufey doesn't seem to have any other family, so his marriage to Fárbauti would have also been a big deal (yes, Fárbauti is Loki's father in Norse Mythology and Laufey is his mother, but according to the MCU, they're swapped). So when Fárbauti gave birth to a small Jotun, while in Aesir culture it would be considered a 'runt', I don't think that the Jotun would have thought of him as such. - What really happened In some concept art for the Loki series, we can see Fárbauti, Loki's mother, leaving him.

In Thor, Odin says that when he went into the temple, he found a baby. We know that that was Loki, and something that I was really thinking about was: Why leave a runt in a temple, where you keep the most sacred things? I don't think they abandoned Loki, but they were merely keeping him in a safe place until the battles were over. Unless the Jotunar wanted to place the Casket of Ancient Winters were they thought it was unsafe (which they wouldn't because it's their power source), putting something in the temple would be a way to protect what they thought was important. So after Odin took their power source, I think he just strolled in, took the baby and left. These are all just my headcanons! I like to think that this is really what happened, but of course, we will never know because history is told by the victors and the victor was a 'great' dad./sar

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Make a move, reindeer games. The Avengers (2012)

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PFFFF what could be worse than getting a clown afterwards. 🫩 This Larry series is a big offense to all og Loki fans. Anti-larry forever.

For everyone who’s worried about Tom returning for the next Avengers film because they’re afraid that the Russo Brothers might kill Loki off again…

I think it’s important to remember that when the Russo Brothers killed Loki off the first time, they did so with every intention of setting up the series with his escape in Endgame. If Infinity Saga Loki had never died, we never would have gotten series Loki (who is Loki at his very best, at least in this tumblr girl’s humble opinion 💚).

I don’t want to have to watch Loki die again, either; no one does. But I think it’s important to remember that it didn’t happen needlessly the first time around. It was an important event in a much larger story. There was a plan unfolding.

Personally, I’m really excited to see what the Russos do with him this time around, because the question of “where does Loki’s character even go from here” is really intriguing. Not saying another tragic ending isn’t in the cards - there’s always that risk. But I do want to believe that Marvel is trying to bring this beautiful, decades-long redemption arc to satisfying close.

So, be prepared for the worst, yes. But also… don’t be afraid to hope for the best!

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Loki in his helmet… I have no words… he’s majestic 💚

Prince of my heart …

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On the Naughty List (18+) | Loki x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Everyone has been so welcoming and kind and encouraging with my first fic that I decided to try my hand at another one! This is also my first try with smut, so apologies if it is awkward at all. I hope you like it! It is another installment in the Winter Warmers Collection curated by @lokisgoodgirl

Genre/Warnings: Smut (18+), soft(ish) Dom!Loki, here be filth, some fluff too, established relationship, language, restraints, spanking, nipple play (clamps), temperature play, edging/orgasm delay, begging, oral f!receiving, choking (if you squint)

Word Count: 4377

"Stop, Loki! Ahhhhh, stop, please!" you shrieked wildly as Loki playfully but mercilessly pelted you with icy snowballs.

You loved seeing him like this, completely lost in a moment of carefree fun. His eyes were alight with that familiar glint of mischief and the midday rays reflecting off the surrounding snow seemed to dance across his porcelain skin. He was beautiful. And he was yours. An arrogant smile slowly melted into his features as he responded to your request for a ceasefire.

"What's the matter, darling? Can't handle everything I have to offer?" he quipped with a wink.

Damn him and his relentless innuendo. A slight blush crept across your cheeks at his words.

"Oh, I know I can handle all of you, Laufeyson. I've done it many times before," you decided to give it right back to him. "What I can't handle is any more snowballs to the face or soaking through my coat. Not all of us have an endless tolerance for cold, you know!"

Given Loki's heritage, he required no protective outerwear during your childish winter antics. Not that you truly minded -- it meant you got to enjoy a better view of those sinful hands of his, the long, elegant fingers flexing dexterously as he packed the glittering snow into nearly perfect spheres. But, perhaps, his affinity for the cold did give him an unfair advantage in this case.

"I can think of several things I could do to warm you right up, love. Things I could do with my fingers..." he twirled his delectable digits seductively and nearly had you drooling. "...or my mouth..." his skillful tongue peered through the curtains that were his luscious lips and slowly swiped along his top lip just before he smirked knowingly and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "...or my cock."

Had the temperature suddenly risen? Your thighs clenched together involuntarily, your body already yearning for the sweet friction, and the slightest whimper escaped your lips at his salacious words.

He paced towards you, closing the distance until there was none left, and his warm breath was fanning across your neck as he bent to whisper in your ear.

"Although," he continued, "judging by your reaction thus far, I could probably keep you warm with my words alone." His voice seemed to drop an octave, and assumed that familiar huskiness that he reserved only for you in your most private moments with him. "Maybe we should test the theory, hmm? Would you like that, darling?" His tongue darted out to lick the shell of your ear.

"Yes, Loki..." you breathed, your own voice barely above a whisper. "Please, let's be done with our game and go inside. I need you."

"As you wish, my love," he placed a wet kiss along your jawline. "Follow me."

He began the short walk back to the cozy home the two of you shared, his broad back to you. The wet spots he left on your ear and jaw began to sting in the frigid winter air. You absent-mindedly reached up to soothe the ache with your gloved fingertips, and as you turned to admire the way the dark jeans he was wearing hugged his perfect ass as he strode towards the house, the temptation was too great. You simply could not resist.

THWAK!

A perfectly thrown snowball hit him in the back of the head, bursting into a flurry of snow that clung to his ebony curls and drifted down his neck and across his back.

"Oh you're in for it now, pet." He turned around, ever so slowly, his lips upturned into a menacing smile and his emerald eyes burning with the promise of what was to come.

You decided to play right into his hands.

"Have I earned a spot on the naughty list, Sir?"

He gazed back at you with a hungry expression, his pupils dilating with lust; you knew the effect that particular word had on him. He began stalking towards you, like a predator cornering his prey.

"That goes without saying, Y/N. Your misbehavior is simply unacceptable. Now, do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

He was right in front of you once again, towering over you and looking down his nose directly into your eyes.

"They don't get any presents?" you suggest with feigned innocence.

"They must be punished." he declared with such authority, it left no room for argument.

"Oh really? Just what exactly do you -- AHH!"

Before you could even finish your snarky response, he had you draped over his shoulder, your eyes staring at his perfect backside and his strong arm flexed behind your knees, holding you in place. His other hand rose up to give your unsuspecting bottom a warning smack.

"No more questions, darling. You're in enough trouble as it is."

He carried you inside, kicking off his shoes along the way, and before you knew it, he was tossing you on the plush bed like a ragdoll. The deep emerald-colored satin sheets twisted in your fingertips as you stared up, wide-eyed, at your husband; gone from his face was the carefree playfulness and in its place was a stern demeanor. There was no question who was in charge here. And you loved it.

With a snap of his fingers, a blanket of green light engulfed your body and every scrap of clothing you had been wearing disappeared. Loki, still fully clothed, hovered over you, caging you in and bringing his face within inches of yours.

"Now let's go over the rules, shall we?" he trailed, his voice dripping with lust and power, "Rule number one, you will refer to me only as Sir. You will not call me by my name unless and until I command it. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," you gasped, barely audible over the hammering of your own heart.

"Good girl." He reached a hand down and began stroking your breast, eventually rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Rule number two, you will do as I say, without question or hesitation. I do not like to repeat myself. Am I clear?"

"Crystal, Sir," you barely suppressed a moan.

"And finally, rule number three..." You whimpered as he tweaked your nipple, hard. "...You do not come until I give you my express permission. I decide whether and when you will have your pleasure, isn’t that right, pet?” his lips curved into a wicked grin as he finished reminding you of the last rule.

“O-of course, Sir,” you gulped, anxiously and eagerly awaiting his next move.

"Now, do you remember your safe word, darling?" his eyes momentarily softened as he asked you, ever your loving and devoted husband, making sure you knew you were safe and loved.

"Yes, Sir. Red," you assured him with a breathy whisper.

"Good." The fleeting moment of softness had passed, his expression shifting back to one of unrelenting dominance, emerald eyes alight with thoughts of the diabolical plans he had for you. "Let's begin."

His hand rose from your breast up over your collarbone to its final destination around your neck, giving it a firm squeeze as he captured your lips in a ferocious kiss; it was all tongues and teeth as he invaded your mouth, claiming what was his with urgency. Eventually, he allowed you to catch your breath and he trailed his lips down your jawline, to suck and nip at your pulse point as you lay there panting.

"I want you to kneel on the bed, facing the headboard." he rasped against your ear before rising up off the bed to allow you the room to move into position.

You wasted no time, scrambling up so you could obey him and avoid furthering your punishment. As you were twisting around and adjusting yourself into the perfect submissive kneel, you caught a glimpse of him removing his dark emerald sweater, leaving him in the white button-down he was wearing underneath, those damn dark wash jeans, and his socked feet.

He leisurely strode towards the head of the bed and turned to face you, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and beginning to roll up the sleeves to his elbows. You bit your lip, the sight of his forearms flexing as he manhandled the garment enough to send a fresh pool of arousal to your core.

"Hands in front of you, wrists together," he commanded.

As you did so, he conjured a bit of black silken cord -- enough to bind your wrists together tightly while leaving some extra hanging on either side of the intricate knot. Once he was satisfied that the rope would keep you sufficiently restrained, he turned to reach into the nightstand where you kept your toys for nights such as this. You could hear the familiar metallic clink of chains bumping into each other as he pulled a toy out of the drawer. The clamps.

"We haven't played with these in a while, pet," he said with a devilish snarl. "I want you to feel them sway and tug every time I strike that perfect ass of yours."

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips at his words. "As you wish, Sir."

He worked your nipples into firm peaks before attaching the clamps to them. You hissed as they bit into your sensitive flesh, providing an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. Before you could fully adjust to the sensation, he was pulling on the extra cord that was hanging from your bound wrists and tying it to the top of the headboard. This forced you to bend forward, head between your arms, ass raised slightly - and presented perfectly - as you remained on your knees. The chain that connected the clamps swayed with your movement, tugging on your sore nipples with each sweeping arc, causing you to moan wantonly.

"Hmmm,” he hummed in approval as he situated himself beside you on the bed, one hand at the small of your back - a reminder to remain in position - the other rubbing and squeezing your bottom, the gentleness a stark contrast to the harsh stings you knew were to come. “My dirty whore of a wife seems to be enjoying herself, and I’ve barely begun,” he chuckled darkly. “You will count each strike aloud, and when I am finished, you will thank me for them. I think 10 strikes ought to do for tonight, pet. Oh, and do remember, you are not allowed to come.”

“Yes, Sir,” you groaned desperately. Before you knew it, the first strike hit your backside with a loud SMACK. Just as he had planned, the chain between your tortured nipples was swaying wildly. “One,” you squeaked.

His hand came down against your ass again, this time on the opposite cheek.

“Two, Sir.” You let out a shaky breath.

The next slap seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Ahhhh! Three, Sir!”

After the third smack, his hand caressed down your backside and his fingers dipped between your soft folds. “Ohh, love. We’re only three strikes in, and you’re absolutely soaking. Do you think you’ll make it?” he asked with feigned concern. You could do nothing but whimper in response. “Oh how I do love those pretty noises you make,” he crooned.

He resumed his work, each smack to your bottom bringing more pain than the last… and sending more arousal straight to your dripping core. After the seventh strike, he moved the hand that had been resting innocently at the small of your back to the chain that was dangling from your breasts and gave a sharp tug.

“Aaaauunnghhh! Please, Sir,” you moaned. Whether you were begging him to stop or to give you more, you didn’t know.

“Shhhhh, pet. Just three more, you’re doing so well for me.” As he soothed you with his words, he moved his hand from the chain to the apex of your thighs, and his fingers easily found your clit, peeking out from its hood and aching for attention. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his hand, shamelessly searching for more friction. “Ah ah ahh, there will be none of that writhing, darling,” he reprimanded you gently. “You will take what I give you and nothing more.”

“Sorry, Sir, I’ll be still,” you promised with a high pitched whine.

He kept his fingers on your clit, lazily playing with the bundle of nerves as he delivered the last three smacks to your bottom. It was just enough to tease you and keep you wanting more, never enough to fully satisfy you. Your frustration was mounting at this point, but deep down you knew you shouldn’t have been so delusional as to hope he’d allow you your release so easily.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, pet?” he mercifully reminded you as he pulled his hand away from your sensitive bud, rubbing soothing circles on your ass cheeks with the same hand he just used to blister them.

“Oh, yes, of course. Thank you, Sir, for spanking me.” you managed to coerce your tongue into forming the words despite your frazzled brain.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed softly and with a snap of his fingers, the bindings disappeared and you collapsed forward onto the bed, limp and spent, but unbearably aroused. He quickly was at your side, and gently helped you to roll over onto your back. Finally, you could see his stunningly beautiful face again. His features had settled back into those of your loving husband, warmth and softness radiating from within. Stroking your cheek gently with his thumb, he bent down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that sent a fire straight to your core.

Loki diligently massaged your wrists and shoulders, helping to soothe the ache from your restraints; he then moved his attention to your breasts. “I’m going to remove these now, darling. One at a time. I know it will be intense but it will only last for a moment,” he whispered.

You winced and cried out as he removed each clamp, his warm mouth quick to softly caress each aching bud with his tongue and soothe the sting.

“What’s your color, Y/N?” he asked you gently, his gaze meeting yours, eyes swirling with concern and love for you — only you.

“Green, Sir. So Green.”

“Excellent.” His emerald orbs reignited with salacious promises and his lips twisted into a wicked grin. Gone again was the softness he had momentarily uncovered. “Then we’ll move into the next phase of your punishment.”

Bring it on, you thought to yourself, but all you managed outwardly was a cheeky smile.

He must have been losing patience for doing things manually, because with a flick of his wrist and a twirl of his elegant finger, more restraints appeared, securing you to the bed. This time, they were black fur-lined leather cuffs -- one around each wrist and one around each ankle. The leather straps connected to the cuffs ran across the mattress, off the sides, and under the bed, where they were secured. This ensured that you wouldn't be going anywhere, and that your legs were spread nice and wide for him; you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. You also noted that your arms and shoulders were in a different position, not stretched over your head -- and he kept a small amount of slack so that you could adjust and rotate your shoulders if you needed to, so as not to strain your muscles to the point of pain. Your husband thought of everything.

As he strode once again to the night stand and began looking for the toy he needed for your next wave of delicious torment, you noticed his prominent manhood straining against his tight jeans, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing the effect you had on him. Your smile quickly melted away into a mixture of primal lust and shaky nerves as you saw what he pulled out of the drawer, though. The magic wand and the large glass dildo.

“Now, pet, I’ve got to go downstairs and take care of something,” he began as he set the glass dildo down on the bench at the foot of the bed, within easy reach, and clicked the wand on to the lowest setting. “I shouldn’t be gone for more than ten minutes, but I wouldn’t want you getting bored in my absence, so this should keep you occupied while I’m gone.” He placed the wand firmly against your throbbing clit and you couldn’t suppress the wanton moan that escaped your lips at the feeling. It would never be enough to give you release on this setting, it would only tease you and amplify your arousal, but damn if it didn’t feel so good. A wave of emerald light surrounded the wand, and you immediately knew he had enchanted it so that it would remain in place, no matter how much you bucked and squirmed. There was also no doubt in your mind that it would disappear immediately should you utter your safe word — the restraints, too, probably. You were always safe with him, even if he left you alone in the room to bask in the sweet torture he inflicted on you.

His hungry eyes raked over your naked body — bound and writhing — and his gaze met yours with a sinister smile before he departed the bedroom to head downstairs.

It felt like the longest ten minutes of your life. The wand was unrelenting, keeping you dangling on the edge of release, but never allowing you to fall over into bliss. No matter how you tried to grind your hips to increase the friction just enough to topple you over the edge, it was no use. Loki’s enchantment kept the wand exactly where he wanted it.

So lost were you in the sensation and the struggle for your orgasm, that you didn’t notice when he returned. That is, until the wand disappeared with a snap of his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss and open your eyes to the sight of your breathtaking husband, leaning casually against the dresser with a mug of steaming hot beverage in his hand; he was drinking in the sight of you, so desperate for the release only he could grant you. His eyes were burning with lust.

“Aren’t you going to welcome me back, pet?” he asked with a teasing smirk.

The asshole.

“Welcome back, Sir,” you managed to mutter between pants.

“That’s more like it.” He took a large gulp of the hot liquid — hot cocoa, you guessed, based on the smattering of foam the swig left on his top lip — and you watched with curiosity as he seemed to hold it in his mouth without swallowing. Setting the mug down on the bench, he picked up the glass dildo that you had all but forgotten about. Your eyes widened when you saw a tinge of blue creep across the skin of his hand, the smooth surface of the glass covered in a blanket of frost.

Without warning, he thrust the icy glass cock into your sopping cunt, the cold surface against your warm inner walls intensifying every sensation as it moved and twisted inside you. The sharp cry that rang from your throat was one of both surprise and unabashed primal lust. You saw his Adam’s apple bob sinfully as he finally swallowed the steaming liquid that was in his mouth, just before he winked at you and lowered his lips to latch around your neglected clit.

“Ohhhhh, Sir, ye- yesssss.” The stark contrast of the frigid length inside you and his warm mouth sucking and lapping at your sensitive bud was nearly too much to handle. You had enjoyed the skilled labor of your husband’s silver tongue many times before, but this was something entirely different. You could barely catch your breath, let alone form a coherent sentence.

“Mmmm…” he moaned salaciously, sending vibrations directly to your core. The familiar coil in your belly was winding tighter, threatening to snap into an earth-shattering orgasm. Just… a tiny… bit… more…

“…’m gonna come, Sir!” You whispered between whimpers and pants.

But he stopped. The frosted dildo and his mouth were both removed from your core. You whined desperately, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the loss, your impending orgasm ebbing away.

“You didn’t think you’d get release so soon, did you? Naughty girls don’t get to come so easily.” Loki’s eyes were ablaze with a ravenous hunger; you could see his lips and chin glistening with your sweet nectar, the flickering light of the candle in the corner of the room dancing across his face now, as the sun had set since the start of your debauched activities. He bent down to kiss you, his lips and tongue unrelenting against yours; you moaned at the taste of your arousal on his lips.

As he pulled away, allowing you both to catch your breath, you saw him refrost the glass toy and reach again for the mug to take another swig of hot cocoa into his mouth. Before you could protest, both had resumed their delectable torment, the icy tip of the dildo circling your aching clit before dipping inside you and being replaced with his hot mouth.

“Please, Sir,” you pleaded as he fucked you with the cold, hard dildo and swirled his hot tongue around your bundle of nerves. He reached one hand up to your breast, rolling and tweaking a pebbled nipple before switching to pay the same attention to the other hardened peak. Within minutes, you were there again, you could almost taste your impending orgasm. And again he stopped.

“Ohhh, pet, you taste sweeter than this cocoa,” he huskily groaned. “And look at you, so needy and desperate for me. Do you want release?” You whimpered and nodded your head as urgently as you could manage. “If you come tonight, it will be on my cock. And I want you to beg for it.”

His clothes disappeared in a flash of green light, leaving the entirety of his glorious form bare to your gaze for the first time that night. You slowly raked you eyes across every inch of him, admiring the way his lean muscles rippled and flexed underneath his perfect skin as he moved, and counting your lucky stars that he was yours.

“Please, Sir, pleeeeease give me your cock. I need it. I need you. Please make me come, Sir.” you shamelessly panted and begged, desperate for him and for the sweet release only he could give you.

He hovered over you on the bed; you could feel his rigid length against your thigh, the tip angry and red. He was just as desperate for release as you were. Bracing his weight on one forearm, he snaked the other hand across your collarbone with a featherlight touch before it settled firmly around your throat as he kissed you hungrily. So lost were you in the passion of the kiss that you barely noticed as he lined himself up at your entrance. With one perfectly angled thrust, he finally entered you, filling you to the hilt. Your breath hitched against his mouth; no matter how many times you took him, the sheer size of him ensured that the first few strokes would always take your breath away.

“You don’t have to wait any longer, darling.” He rasped against your ear as he began to thrust, rutting his hips against you with each stroke, the wiry curls at the base of his cock brushing against your clit. “Don’t hold back, and I won’t stop this time. Let yourself go and let me hear you when you topple over into bliss. Say my name as you come.”

It didn’t take long at all for you to reach the precipice, the coil at the base of your abdomen tightening almost immediately after the edging you had already endured. You were a panting, moaning mess while he worshipped you, trailing wet kisses along your neck and collarbone. His rhythm was becoming sloppier, and you knew he was close too.

“Ohhh Loki, yes, YESSS!” you gasped as the coil snapped, your inner walls squeezing him like a vice as you finally came, the earth-shattering orgasm causing your entire body to shake. “Yes, Loki. Loki…” You chanted his name like a mantra.

Before you had come down from your high, he came too, spilling his hot seed into you with a grunt. “Who do you belong to, love?”

“You, Loki, only you.”

Once his load was spent, he collapsed on top of you, your sweaty skin sliding against his own. The restraints immediately disappeared and you wrapped your arms around him as you both panted, coming down from your highs together.

“I love you, my darling wife,” he murmured against your ear a few moments later, before he placed a chaste kiss to your lips and rose from the bed. “Now let me take care of you.”

“I love you too, Loki…” you trailed, your mind still swimming in euphoria.

Loki got up and tended to you, bringing you a glass of water and helping you sit up to drink it, the cold liquid refreshing your parched throat. Then, he cleaned up the mess between your legs with his seidr and lifted you off the bed, carrying you bridal style into the en-suite bathroom and lowering you gently into the bathtub that he had already filled with hot water and your favorite lavender bath oil. He knelt beside the tub and kissed you tenderly, his elegant fingers wrapping through your tousled hair, thumb brushing your cheek lovingly. How lucky you were that he was yours.

“I’ll go down and start a fire, my love,” he said, eyes brimming with adoration. “After you’re finished in the bath, come downstairs and I thought we could snuggle on the couch, enjoy some hot cocoa, and watch a movie. I know that’s your favorite thing to do in the winter.”

“You’re wrong about that, Loki.” His lips turned down into a frown at your words, his brows knitting together in confusion. With a beaming smile creeping across your face, you finished, “You’re my favorite thing to do in the winter.”

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GOOD OLD TIMES

Could you blame her?

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Creature Comfort - Chapter 1

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Summary: Loki is enamored by you, 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? Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character Word Count: 2631 Warnings: Fluff. Flirtatious Loki. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

“Excuse me. But that’s my spot.” You cleared your throat. You looked at Loki expectantly. Willing him to move away with just the deep stare of your eyes. You only got up mere seconds ago to use the bathroom. Your Kindle still lying on the armrest where you left it.

Loki just continued to read his book. Even so much as having the audacity to turn the page. “I quite like this spot. I can see why you center yourself here every time you come out.” He said as he crossed his legs. His right ankle over his left knee. Indicating to you that he will not move. Not even with you shooting daggers at his head.

“The seat is relatively close to the window, giving you ample sunlight to read but far enough that you don’t get hot from its rays. The angle makes it so you could see out to the foyer of the elevator and the lab, allowing you to gather who’s around you at all times. And the location itself is reasonably close to the kitchen, allowing you access to sustenance if need be.” Loki proceeded to point out to you. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.” He said finally looking up at you with a sly smirk.

You narrowed your eyes and took a deep breath as you snatched your Kindle from the armrest. “Fine. That’s fine.” You settled slightly aggrieved. “I’ll just…sit here instead.” You gritted as you sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Loki looked back down at his book, trying to hide his slight chuckle.

You started your Kindle and glided over the hot leather of the couch. It singed where your skin had made contact with the sun-exposed leather. The sun beat down ferociously on your neck, making you uncomfortable in the heat.  A refreshing glass of iced tea should fix this. But you were already settled on the couch and you would have to maneuver your way through the entire room and past the other furniture to get to the kitchen itself. It might make you sound lazy. Sure, but you’re a creature of comfort. You decided that it wasn’t worth it.

Annoyed, you continued to read on your Kindle. But every time there was a rustle of sound or the bell of the lift, your attention was stolen. It irked you that you couldn’t just look up quickly to see who came in and out of the doorways.  You felt so cut off. So annoyed. So very hot.

You stood up with a growl and gave up. With one final murderous look to Loki, you stomped back into your room.

Seven minutes and fifty-two seconds. She lasted longer than I thought.  He thought to himself as he turned the page.

The next day, you were relieved to find your favorite reading spot available. Looking around, you couldn’t see the trickster in sight. You happily sunk into the cool leather, tucked your feet under yourself, and fired up your Kindle. You were smart to get yourself a drink before you sat down. You happily sipped on the cup savoring the ease and relaxation you sought out yesterday but were denied.

Thinking about it made you huff. “I don’t know whether to applaud you on the fortunate happenstance that you have found or whether you are as calculating and cunning as I’d like to imagine you are.”

Wait.

Does he think about me? A sultry heat traveled throughout your body, making your insides flutter. He couldn’t. Not in that way. He meant it as a passing comment on how clever I could be. Not that he imagines or thinks about me in any way. You rolled your eyes at yourself, chuckling. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear Loki shuffle in as he sat next to you on the sofa.

You were taken aback as he proceeded to lie down with his head on your lap. He crossed his legs and started to read his book.

“Excuse me.” You said with a slight bristle. Loki looked up at you with his blue-green eyes, glistening with playfulness. His smile grew from ear to ear.

“You’re my pillow now.” He simply stated. He continued to read his book and you wanted to scrub that devilish smile off that beguiling face of his.

“Your what?!”

“Well, you’re sitting at the prime location for reading. And I can’t very well take it from you, that would be extremely uncouth of me.” A jab, no doubt, at you for trying to reclaim your spot yesterday. “So, you’re my pillow now.” He ended his explanation with a smile and continued with his book.

You stared.

Just stared at him. Unable to process what just happened. Other than yesterday, this was the most contact the two of you ever had. These were the most words the two of you had ever exchanged. You hadn’t even been on a mission together. Now he’s lying on your lap?!

You sucked your lips thin. Fine. I can play this game too. You thought. You took in a deep breath and tried to ignore the enticing smell of his cologne mingling with the warm air and you continued to read your book. 

You must’ve read the same sentence twice - three times before he said something. “You’re not usually this still when you’re reading. Are you not enjoying your book? Would you like to trade?” He offered.

“Um, no,” you said with restraint.

“Just as well. I’m getting to a really interesting part in my story.” He turned the page and continued. Usually? What does he mean ‘usually?’ Does he ‘usually’ watch me while I read?

You were saved from thinking on it further when Sam passed through the door. “Come on you two. Emergency meeting. Steve just got back with Tony. They want a quick get-together.” Sam said as he passed through on his way to the conference room. If Sam noticed the too-familiar state that you and Loki were in, he didn’t reveal it.

A few weeks later, after just coming back from your mission, you decided to unwind. You gathered your Kindle, and a nice cup of tea and headed to your favorite spot on the sofa. It didn’t surprise you to smell that all-too enticing cologne. Then feel his head rest on your thighs as he let out a contented sigh.

“Should I just expect this from you whenever I’m here?” you asked not bothering to look down at him.

“I like using you as my pillow. Does it bother you? Would you like me to use you as something else?” he crooned. Not bothering to look up at you either. You couldn’t help the tingling heat that radiated from the tips of your toes to the strands of your hair. You cleared your throat, trying not to let the statement affect you.

You took a big sigh and gave in. You sat there, reading line after line of your book. You stayed quiet at first, listening to the rustle of his book. The swaying of his foot on the couch. You noted how he had one foot on the couch resting. The other one bent to the floor, supporting himself. It was almost as if he was ready and willing to get off of you the moment you tired of the silly little game that he was playing.

That alone made you relax. You concluded that he was just being playful. Overly flirtatious, sure. But innocent, nonetheless.

You started reading your book. Really reading it. Immersing yourself in the story, in the words. You were reading a key dialogue from the main character when Loki suddenly professed, “You can’t possibly imagine how good that feels.”

You looked down to see his eyes closed in serene enjoyment. A smirk on his pink lips and your fingers running through his soft black hair. His book, resting on his chest, splayed open like it was discarded after you started stroking his head. Both of his feet now crisscrossed on top of the sofa.

You stood up abruptly, mortified at what you had just done. Loki grunted as his head fell onto the couch cushions without your support.

“I have to go.” You stammered.

“Do you really have to though?” He teased. “I was enjoying your hands on me.” You turned beet red as you walked away.

What is going on? Why is he affecting you so much?

You steered clear of the common area after that. Whenever the team was hanging out, you’d find yourself down at the gym instead, training. Or at the lab helping Bruce. You hadn’t picked up your Kindle since then either. The line you had bookmarked reminding you of the moment your fingers glided through his soft hair and felt…excitement?

Horrible embarrassment just engulfed you. You couldn’t shake the feeling. You couldn’t stop his words from running through your head.

‘Would you like me to use you as something else?’

‘I was enjoying your hands on me.’

And every time you would think of him, you could faintly smell a hint of his cologne, making you delve deeper into thoughts of him.

That’s it! He’s just trying to get inside my head! But why?

You spent most of your time training now. You avoided the common room altogether. As you were punching and kicking your way around the sandbag, you continued thinking about all the reasons why the god of mischief suddenly has an interest in you. Each punch, each kick, you offered a reason.

Maybe he wants to annoy me. Maybe it’s a prank. It’s a cruel prank. Maybe he just really likes me. If he really likes me, I’ll probably be just a notch on his belt and nothing more. I’ve seen the way he flirts with people at the parties. The way they all flock to his charm and allure. He could have a pick of any one of them. Maybe…maybe he just wants my spot on the couch.

“I’ve missed you.” Came his smooth voice from behind you. You turned around startled, almost punching him in the face. He caught your fist, inches away from pummeling his nose. You stood there, stunned. He continued to hold your hand, mirth dancing in his eyes.

He caressed your hand gently. “You’re not wearing gloves.” He observed. You tried to jerk your hand back, away from his soft touch. His cool skin. But he held it firmly, unwrapping the bloody bandage that had started to tear and become loose.

When he finally unwrapped your hand, he lifted it up to his lips and softly laid kisses on your wounded knuckles. His cool lips felt curative on your heated skin. His eyes never strayed from yours as he placed a firm kiss on each wound. He did the same for your other hand. Neither of you saying a word.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked out of breath.

“Because you’re hurt. For such a cautious, logical person, you’d think you’d be better prepared.” He answered.

“No. I mean why…” You took a deep breath at his answering smile. He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to confront the issue.

“Why are you always around me, seeking my company.”

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked. Rejection blared inside his heart. There was a long pause before you spoke again.

“Why are you teasing me?” That wasn’t a ‘no,’ he noted.

“Because I like you,” he said plainly. As if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

“No, you don’t,” you countered. Unable to believe that anyone in their right mind would be attracted to you.

You walked away, heading to your water bottle. You needed something in your hands. You needed something on your lips. All too soon, your body was restless. It craved to be touched.

“Very few people ever tell me what I can and can’t do, darling. Even fewer still have the audacity to tell me what I’m feeling.” He started circling you, holding his hands behind his back, like a predator sizing up its next meal.

“I have done nothing to lead you on.” You felt exposed. You felt unnerved as he orbited you. His yearning gaze concentrates on the exposed parts of your skin.

“And that is precisely why I’m attracted to you. From the very beginning, you resisted my charms. You don’t try to grab my attention. You simply exist. Like a star in the night sky, dancing so brightly, showing your light, but letting the moon outshine you. But I see what you really are.”

“And what is that?” you asked skeptically with a raised brow.

“What are all stars really, but a sun,” he said stopping behind you. “So bright and warm. Helping others thrive…” He came closer to you. You could smell his cologne mixing with the warm scent of your own body.

You turned your head slightly to watch him. But like any prey, you kept your body turned towards the exit, ready to run if he tried to pull something.

“You lure me in with the light in your eyes …” Step. “The gravity of your smile …” Step. “The heat of your lips…” Step. Loki whispered the last part so close to your ear, that you shivered down your spine.

He gently ran his finger down your arm, feeling the goosebumps that had formed. You jerked away from his touch, not expecting him. “What do you want. Loki?” You ground your teeth. Shaking your head as if you were put under a spell.

“You vexing woman. I just told you.” He laughed. But his smile was short-lived as he realized something about you. “Is it that you do not trust me? Or that you do not trust yourself?” He asked.

“Do I trust you?” You repeated his question. “In a fight. Absolutely. I trust you with my life.” It’s true. You know he wouldn’t hesitate to save you or protect you. And you would do the same for him.

“But you do not trust me - with your heart,” he finished. Your eyes glistened and burned. You walked away before he could say anymore. You ran like the helpless prey that you were, away from him.

He was mocking you. He had to be. There was no way his feelings were genuine. He was unattainable. A true god indeed compared to your humble origins. There was no way you had fallen for him so quickly. You’ve never even seen him that way until that significant day on the couch when he decided he wanted to sit on your spot.

Weeks went by and you avoided the common room and the training room altogether, opting to work out at your local gym instead. You started to retreat to the many laboratories that Tony and Bruce had. You were helping Tony strategize new uses for his arc reactors. Diverting most of your time away from the small comforts you had weeks ago.

A creature of comfort. That’s exactly what you were. If your contentment was disturbed in any way. You hid. You changed. You adapted to expel whatever, or whomever, it was that was giving you discomfort. Then absorb your new conditions till you were settled again.

“Be careful not to touch those two c…” Tony started to say pointing to an encased batch of palladium on the counter. But before he could finish his sentence, a small explosion happened in front of your workstation, propelling you backward. You knocked your head onto the table behind you, then…black.

⬅️Series Masterlist | Chapter 2➡️

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man of the month part 1: convince them

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Summary: Tony tells the team that they're making a "Men of the Avengers" calendar, and you're the photographer. Will that be enough to convince the 11 men you've chosen to come on board?

Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: light cussing [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love; there's a non-Avenger "guest star" in this chapter (it'll make sense when you get to that part)

"There's no way you'll get them to agree to this," you grumbled. It was way too early in the morning for Stark to have pulled you aside with his "genius idea" for a charitable fundraising activity that'd be a collaborative effort among multiple members of the team. 

The activity? A calendar of the men of the Avengers. Tony thought it was genius since it turned the stereotype on its head that the people who bought calendars were leery guys who bought them for the pictures of scantily clad women, or aged women who only bought specifically the plain and bland red & white calendars you could find in the bookstores. 

"Well that's why I recruited you for this project, Tweety. You'll convince them," he replied with a cheeky wink, which you only had the mental energy at the moment to respond to with a furrow of your eyebrows and a head tilt that could make him confuse you with a puppy. "It's no secret that half the guys on this team have the hots for you; you can get them to do anything."

"We all know it's true, Scopes," Sam joked from beside you. "And even if we can't get these guys to all agree, we have buffers. We got my man Vishawn—"

"For the endth time, Sam, that's not how you say his name," Wanda quipped as she entered the main conference room, hand in hand with her partner. 

"Yeah, Sam, I should know. Our rooms are next to each other and she screams it for at least two and a half hours every damn night––" You cut off your own words with a giggle as Wanda lightly smacked you upside the head. 

"There's also Parker. Or Steven."

"No no," you protested. "Not Steven. We want him we'd need every one of them to be on board. The entire system. At all times. One of them changes their mind that's it, all their shots get benched." 

"That's an excellent point, Tweety. And that's exactly why I picked you for this. You see the details, the nuances, as well as the big picture. Let's wait for everyone to get in here and we can really get started."

You eyed the list of names you, Tony, and Sam had brainstormed. At least half of them had a high chance of saying no: Banner, Rogers, Barnes, Rhodey, and Barton all struck you as hesitant to pose for something this ridiculous. And then of course there was Loki. He would definitely say "no".  

Throughout the next fifteen minutes, the conference room filled up with everyone on the team, Natasha sitting beside you and using your shoulder as a pillow and grumbling something about how if she didn't get at least a few more seconds of sleep she'd strangle Tony with her bare hands. Wanda tried to bribe Sam into vacating the seat he seat he currently occupied beside you to no avail, and you were currently having trouble looking straight ahead because leaning against the wall right across from you was Loki. 

Tony stood up from the head of the table. "I know that some of you are wondering why I called in a meeting this early." There were a few grumbled agreements all throughout the room. "I had a meeting with PR and they told me that even though the charity galas we hold here in the tower are  great and raise a shit ton of money, we're going to need to create something that's a little less…exclusive." 

"Tony it's way too damn early for me to get your euphemisms," Rhodey grumbled. 

"He means something that's accessible by people who aren't the rich and famous," you offered, earning a thumbs up from Stark. 

"This is why we love you, Scopes. Thank you." He gave you a little pat on the head. "So what's this 'more accessible' idea of yours, Stank?" 

"A Men of the Avengers calendar," the billionaire announced. "This is the list of the guys that Sam, Tweety, and I have brainstormed before the meeting started. And before you all say no, give us a chance to convince you." 

The idea of posing for something so trivial and fleeting didn't appeal to Loki, making him want to refuse the entire ordeal right this moment and retreat back to his chambers. However, Stark's mention of you being even partially responsible for the spearheading of this endeavor gave him pause. Perhaps he could stay a little longer, allow you all the attempt to convince him to not refuse.

Though if he were being honest with himself, his agreement was dependent on how involved you would be in the creation of this. How much time of yours he could monopolize if he were to agree with this. Perhaps know more about you, see if you were open to the idea of entering a courtship with him. 

Stark motioned to you as if he expected you to start speaking, to be the one to convince the room to agree to this keeper of dates. You cleared your throat, clearing your cup of the remainder of your coffee and then began to address everyone in the room. "It's no secret that some of you have some enormous fanbases." You craned your head to address the other men in the room. "Shaun, Bucky, Cap, Strange, Lang, Wilson--"

"Lil ole me??" Wilson feigned humility and did a few exaggerated movements that made you giggle, making the god stew in his own skin. He wanted to be able to elicit a reaction that carefree from you. And yet somehow all he could ever manage to do was make you stare at the floor, refusing to even look upon him.

"Yes, Sam, you have a fanbase, too," you said rolling your eyes at him. "And then there's Thor's which is…hoof yours kinda gives me a bit of pause there, buddy," you chuckled. "And don't get me started on Loki's." 

"Mine?" 

You look up at him, his breath catching as your eyes locked with his. Norns, what he would give to be able to wake in the morning and look into your eyes. To see how the morning light would set your features aglow. 

"Yeah. Mischief, you have an army. An apocalyptic society," you told him with a smirk. "Some might even say a cult, worshipping something about a…mango? Honestly, Loki, I think you might have the biggest."

"That's what she said," the newcomer from San Francisco, Shaun, commented and had the whole room chuckling, except for you. Loki exchanged a look with his brother, the joke clearly flying above both of their heads. 

"What who said?" another newcomer from the same city, Scott Lang, asked as he walked into the room. 

"Tweety said that Reindeer Games has 'the biggest'," Stark answered, making Lang glance down at the raven-haired god's crotch. 

"Fucking dammit that's not what I meant!" you exclaimed, the frustration rife on your resplendent face. 

"That might not be what you meant, Y/N," Lang started. "But that doesn't mean that it isn't true." 

He watched as you buried your head in your arms, groaning the same words as Romanoff rubbed circles on your back. "Can we all just move on, please?" you mumbled. "I wanna go back to sleep. Desperately." Everyone ceased their chortles and you raised your head again, the calmness jarring him. "Thank you. So…big fanbases, right? Big fanbases equals…big potential market." 

"But what would this be? We'd be in our suits?" Barton queried your way. "Seems to me like no one would buy that if they can just get those pictures off the internet." 

"Cupid here has a point," Wilson assented. "There's this guy who made a calendar a few years back. Called it Tasteful Nudes. What if we could do what he did? Who could resist all this--" He started posing next to you, flexing his biceps and once again making you chuckle. "Multiplied by a dozen? We'd be selling them by the millions." 

"I like where you're going with this, Sam, I do. But before we even start looking into this…would you all be comfortable with that?" There were some protestations murmured throughout the room. "That's fine. Just tell me how far you're comfortable with and we can find a way to make that work. Still make it…y'know…kinda sexy." 

"Why would we be informing you of our levels of comfort, Lady Y/N?" his brother asked, showing clear curiosity as he glanced your way. 

"Because I'd be the photographer. Stark doesn't trust this to be leaked if we hired someone outside of this circle. I have some experience in amateur photography from back in college--"

"Plus she's got the hands of a sniper and she's the least likely to jump on…most of your dicks," Stark cut her off, his choice of words making a few of the men in the room straighten their backs. Most? So whoever you'd set your sights on was already in this room? Whoever he heard you speaking of when you confided in your friends that you'd caught feelings for another was among the members of the team? 

"Anyway," you stressed. "Because of the nature of the photos, assuming we'd really be toeing the line of these…tasteful nudes? And also because of Stark's and my concerns for your collective privacy, yes, I will be the photographer. So I need to know what level of nudity y'all would be comfortable with and I need you to agree to even pose for this--"

You were cut off by the collective agreement of most of the names on the list, some of them expressing that they were uncomfortable with taking off articles of their clothing but they trusted you enough. Others looking more than ready to be even some degree of naked in the same space as you.

He, on the other hand, was wiling to be completely naked around you if that was what you wished. And he was more than ready for the opportunity to spend time in a quiet room with you. And only you. 

"That was surprisingly easy," you commented. "So we have everyone on board except…Mischief." Loki's attention snapped back to the present moment, and out of vivid tantalizing fantasies of you and him being without clothes. On a bed. His bed.

"Yes, darling?" He mentally stabbed himself calling you such a name in the presence of others. He only meant to call you that in the rare occasion you two would converse alone, never wishing for the rest of the team to have something to hold against him, let alone something as deeply personal to him as his affections toward you.

"A-Are you on board? F-for the calendar?" you stammered, the pit settling in his stomach once more because for some unknown reason, he'd made you uncomfortable. Again. Like he always did. 

"Yes." This endeavor seemed important to you, and despite the jokes made at your expense, he was able to infer that his involvement would have the potential to contribute greatly to the success of your project. Truthfully, he cared not to do this for Stark or for the public image of the team. Or his fanbase, as you called it, and their enjoyment over the photos that would result from this.

He was going to do this for you. 

There were many things that went by unnoticed by Thor when it came to his brother, for truly the god of mischief was an enigma to him. Almost impossible to read. The exception, however, was reading how he behaved when it came to you. It was no secret to him that Loki harbored feelings for you, potentially deep feelings that had him wonder if perhaps his brother's happiness was somehow hinged upon yours. 

So seeing him agree so quickly to something that he knew Loki would otherwise view as too trivial for his attention made the god of thunder realize that he was going to do this in the hopes of being able to spend some time with you. And he made a decision right then and there that when his appointment with you came, he would do everything in his power to make you see how great of a man his brother would be for you.

"A catch", as how your people would call it.

"Okay so, this guy who made that calendar, do you know his name, Wilson?" you asked the falcon man seated next to you. He shook his head and you shrugged, typing away on your computer. "Let's see…tasteful nudes calendar, two thousand and--Got him. His name's Mark Edward Fischbach,  runs a pretty successful YouTube channel named 'Markiplier'…? Holy shit…this guy's not nearly 34 million people subscribed to him." 

"How much did he end up selling?" Stark asked you. You typed away for a few more moments and you had your answer.

"Over half a million dollars. He sold over thirty-seven thousand calendars. We could meet these numbers--Actually fuck that, we could beat these numbers no problem. Let's go see what his looked like--Holy hell goddamn." Thor noted that his brother's jaw had tensed once you uttered those last few words. "This guy's ripped! He could probably go up against Clint and--well he'd still lose but he'd probably be able to get a punch or two in before he went down. Kinda cute, too…" 

"You think you can stop gawking at his nakedness for ten seconds to see if you can get some contact info, Y/N?" Wilson asked you in a teasing manner. "Maybe we could consult him? I mean he's done this before so maybe--"

"Say less. On it." You typed a bit more and suddenly there was a ringing tone that echoed off the room. 

"Hello?" a deep voice answered. Nearly as deep as his own, Thor noticed. "Who is this and how did you get this number?" You turned to Wanda's direction, mouthing Oh my fuck his voice?! and started fanning yourself with your hand. 

"Mr Fischbach? This is Agent Y/N Y/L/N of SHIELD. I work with the Avengers. We came across your erm…Tasteful Nudes Calendar? And we'd--"

"Ha. Right. You're Y/N Y/L/N? Scopes? Sure, and I'm fucking Iron Man. Nice try, whoever you are, you even got to hack my phone but if you expect me to believe--"

"Okay you want proof, pretty boy?" You started typing on your computer again. "Here's your proof." In a moment a man's face was projected onto your screen, showing that you were in what the Midgardians termed a…Face Call? Time Face?  "Here's your proof. Believe me now?" 

"Oh holy fuck, you really are Scopes. I'm so sorry, Miss Y/L/N, sarcasm's my default setting and god DAMMIT you’re pretty—"

You giggled, the sound making Loki's jaw visibly tense even more. "Thanks," you chuckled. "Uhm…So anyways, we came across your calendar from a few years back and we're trying to create something kind of similar to it, so we were wondering if we could consult you on things like logistics, operations…suppliers. Those kinds of things. Since, you know, you've done this before?" 

"Absolutely!" the plier man sounded very excited to be speaking with you. "Anything for my favorite Avenger." His words made your friends give you a look, wiggling their eyebrows at you. "Hold on…you guys are gonna do Tasteful Nudes?"

"That's right." 

"Are you modeling?"

"Uhh…no," you chuckled. "I'm the photographer. It's…just the guys. And it's not 'Tasteful Nudes' it's more of 'whatever you're comfortable with and I'll find a way to make it sexy'."

"Damn," he muttered. "I mean with you as a photographer, I kinda wanna make another one. If you're available to shoot?" 

Thor noticed that your smile had shown amusement, so much so that your dimple had began to show. "Sadly this will most likely be a one time thing, and not something I'm actually offering up as a side hustle. I really did just reach out for like…pointers? Starting with…well, how'd you get started?  Tools? Procurement? Things like that?" 

"Well a pointer I can give you for the actual shoot is to have music on hand." You began to scribble down notes on a piece of flimsy Midgardian parchment, the kind that his brother wouldn't approve of. "For the comfort  of the model…models? Kind of get them relaxed, in the zone. Though I doubt you'll need to do much work since having such a beautiful photographer in front of them." 

He could see his brother seething. Had this been one of those cartoon shows on the television, he could imagine his skin glowing red and steam coming out from his ears. He twirled Mjolnir in his hand once, the sound drawing your attention to him and he gave you a signal as if to say "look around the room, little one", which you did, and returned to your conversation after a single nod.

"That's--really sweet of you. But in the spirit of full transparency, I do have to tell you that at the moment I'm in a conference room with the rest of the team and you're currently on speaker, so I'm gonna have to advise you, in the interest of your own health and safety, you might wanna dial down the whole charming…flirty energy." You leaned closer to your computer. "Some of them look about ready to strike you to the high heavens. Some of them even could."

"Shit. When you say everyone you mean--"

"Everyone," you confirmed. 

"Fuck. That's my bad. I'm sorry, Loki." 

The look you gave the man on your screen could only be described with one word: perplexed. As for his brother? A smirk had formed on his face.  The rest of the room, however, looked as confused as you were. In truth, Thor was taken aback at the plier man's apology. To him it was obvious, his brother's affections towards you. He didn't realize that to others outside of the team, it could also be quite evident.

"Anyway," you started once more. "After music?" 

"Right. Well there's location. You'd need a vast space for you to have multiple setups, since I'm going to assume you're not gonna green screen anything?" You nodded. "And then someone to edit the pictures for fine tuning, airbrushing--"

"I can assure you we're not gonna need to fine tune or airbrush anyone's abs," you chuckled, causing him to let out a bellowing laugh as well. "As for space…Tony, do we have any empty floors in the tower that we could set up a studio in?" 

"There should be some. Take your pick, Tweety." 

"Sweet. Let's figure out what the sets will be later." You turned back to the man on your screen. "Anything else?" 

"Lighting. Soft boxes, overhead lights, fairy lights, anything you can get your hands on that you think would help? Get them. You'll never know what you need. And then of course, a good camera." You finished scribbling down this pointers on your flimsy parchment. "After that it's really all up to your creativity. And of course the printing. I'd be happy to give you the contact details of my suppliers and the company I hired to print the calendars if it would help you." 

"That…that actually would, thank you." You scribbled some more as he gave you more people to contact for this project of Stark's. "Alright I think uhm…that's all that we have to consult you on. Do you have like a Venmo or Paypal that we could--you know, send compensation to?" 

"Nah, don't worry about it." He had this almost wistful look in his eyes as he gazed upon what Thor could only assume was your visage on his screen. "Like I said, anything for my favorite Avenger." 

"Okay…but if I have to hack you ever again I insist on paying you somehow. Thank you for your time, Mr Fischbach." 

"Please, call me Mark. And if you ever hack me again, you can make it up to me when I go to New York and we could--"

Thor chose that moment to clear his throat audibly in a way that sounded like "high heavens".

"Fuck. Shit. I forgot about the flirting thing. Sorry, Y/N--I mean, Scopes. It was really nice meeting you." 

"Yeah, you too. Thanks for all your help, we really appreciate it." 

Before the plier man ended your call, he said, "And I'm sorry again, Loki." Then he disappeared from your screen and you looked straight at Loki, the smirk suddenly gone from his face. 

"Why did he keep apologizing to you?" 

"Truthfully, darling, I know not. You must admit, it's amusing, though," he answered you.

"It's confusing is what it is," you countered, shaking your head, and picking up your small stack of flimsy parchments, aligning them to make them seem more ordered. Thor briefly wondered what happened to the leather-bound journal made from Asgardian parchment that he knew Loki had gifted you on your last birthday. Perhaps he would ask you upon your appointment together.

"Do we have everything we need, Tweety?" Stark asked you. "Models, location, information…"

"Yup. All we need now is the setups, the camera, and the props. Gimme a budget." 

"Go nuts." 

"Sweet. So I'll get everything set up, we can plan who goes where, I'm assuming that we're putting you on January, Tony?" Stark nodded to answer you. "And we can put Steve in July…for obvious reasons." 

"I pledge allegiance," Wilson began.

"To the flag," Lang continued.

"Of the United States of America's Ass," you joined in as the two other men finished the line, leaving most of the team chuckling at your antics. 

"We can figure out the rest tomorrow, I guess," you announced as you stood up, closing your computer. "Let's go make a calendar." 

A/N: It's here!! Welcome to "man of the month"! I'm so excited to be creating and sharing this series with you all alongside @mochie85, and starting from part 2, getting to share all the amazing calendar pages we've created for this story as well! The linked masterlist will give you all a rundown of the chapters as well as whose blog to expect it from, so I strongly recommend following both of us so that you miss absolutely nothing 😉😉

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“If you looked at the events of Thor from Loki’s perspective, he was the hero. He was the one who was saving the kingdom from his hot-headed brother who wasn’t ready to his great credit.” — Zack Stentz, Thor (2011) Screenwriter