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[loki-writes-things]

Requiem of a Dream (OCxDream of the Endless)

(A/N: This is horribly self-indulgent, and may or may not go up on AO3. We'll see. I hope at least someone enjoys it, and if not, I do. Things will get spicy in later chapters, so be prepared. Also: in case it's not clear, since it wasn't specified (That i noticed, correct me if I'm wrong) Eliot is the name I gave Hob in 2021.)

Chapter 1

Lenore Abernathy had dreamed of the man in the fishbowl since she was a child. She didn't know why she kept dreaming the same dream, but it was always the same. She would find herself in a big mansion, but it was empty, dark. The first time she found herself there it felt like she had wandered the halls for hours, until she found the basement.

And that's where she had saw him. He was a strange man, almost unnaturally thin, with wild black hair and dark, piercing eyes. When she was a child she thought him pretty, as she grew, and as she returned to the mansion time and time again she found him handsome, and…well…quite attractive. She was pretty sure he was where she got her taste for tall, skinny, emo twinks. Fishbowl man, the blueprint.

She had had the dreams for so long that she was quick to notice their absence. It'd been months, and she hadn't had the dream about the fishbowl man. It felt…odd. She'd come to enjoy the dreams, even though the man never said anything, and rarely seemed to move. He felt almost like…a friend. Which, thinking about it now sounded pathetic. Friends with a figment of her imagination. What was she? Five?

But…she still felt a pang of loss, there. Twenty years she'd had the dream, and just as quick as it started…it was gone.

She figured that was that. She'd never see him again. Poof, gone forever, just like that. She didn't realize just how wrong she would end up being.

o.0.o

Lenore had been looking forward to the London trip for a year. It was an abroad study trip for collage. It was a month long trip, with a focus on art and culture. She'd hardly been out of state, and never even been on a plane before, so an international trip was an absolute thrill to her.

And now here she was, in London, piratically bouncing off the walls to see what the city had to offer. She wanted to see Buckingham palace, and Big Ben and just…everything. She was born and raised in a town of a couple thousand. Her graduating class was twenty people strong. She'd been to DC once, but London seemed so, so much bigger.

She wandered around, wanting to see as much of the city as she could with her free evening, before the tours and whatnot started. She wandered wide-eyed and amazed as she walked down a side street.

She came to a inn and pub, and the grumbling of her stomach told her that she probably should get something to eat. She headed in, and found a seat, sitting back to watch the people milling around her.

"Drinking alone, hm?" Someone asked, and Lenore looked up. There was a man, with a kindly face and brown hair, and a warm smile.

"Ah, I'm not drinking at all, actually." She said sheepishly. "Can't stand alcohol. But I wouldn't mind some company. What's your name?" She asked as the man sat down with his pint.

"Eliot. Eliot Fisher." He said. "And yours? You don't sound like you're from this side of the pond."

"Lenore." She said. "And, no. I'm here for a study abroad. It's….certianlly something." she said.

They spoke for hours. Eliot seemed to have a never-ending list of stories to tell, and she was happy to listen.

It was in the middle of one of the stories that she saw him. It was the man in the Fishbowl. It had to be him. She could never forget that face- or the moping look that seemed to be permanently stuck there.

And Lord help her he was even hotter in person.

"And then- Lenore? Is everything alright?" Elliot asked, and looked behind him. His face lit up when he saw the man, and she had to snap herself out of her haze as he approached.

"I hope I am not interrupting something." The Man said. His voice was black silk, smooth and dark. Jesus H. Christ that just made him even hotter.

"No, no it's alright." Eliot said, and turned to her. "I hope to talk to you later." He said to Lenore. "But I have some catching up to do." He said.

"Yes, I do hear it's rude to keep your friends waiting." The Man said to Eliot, and Eliot positively beamed. They moved away to another table, and Lenore was left gobsmacked.

What. The. Fuck. She threw back the rest of her soda, knowing full well that it wasn't going to do anything.

Soon the fishbowl man stood, and headed to the door. She had to do something, she had no idea if she would ever see either of them again.

"Excuse me?" She called out, and the man stopped.

"Yes?" He asked, and turned to her.

"I…what's your name?" She asked. "I…okay this is going to sound crazy and I understand if you don't believe me but I….I've dreamed about you for the last twenty years." She said, the words spilling out before she could really think about it. "You were…you were in a fishbowl. Or, well, more like just a big glass ball but I mean…." She said.

He was next to her in two long strides. He had an incredibly intense look on his face. "What did you say?" he asked.

"I-I….." Lenore stuttered. "I dreamed about you in a glass ball." She said. "I know it's crazy but I…."

"Who are you?" He asked, and Lenore blinked.

"I asked you first." She said, a little taken aback at the sudden intensity.

"You know things that you could not possibly know." He said. "There must be a reason why you know what you do. So tell me. Who. Are. You?" He asked and she blinked up at him.

She should not find this as hot as she did. Fuck.

"I, um, my name's Lenore. Lenore Abernathy." She said sheepishly.

"Is everything alright?" Eliot said, and it broke the tension for just a moment.

"Perhaps." The man said, his dark eyes still piercing through her. "You are not from England, are you?" He asked, and tilted his head.

"N-No." She said. "This is my first time in the country."

He studied her, and then narrowed his eyes. "You are not lying." He said.

"No?" she asked. Why would I?"

"Come with me." He said, and beckoned her to follow.

She heard Eliot sigh behind her. "As mysterious as ever, my friend." He said as she stood, and followed him out into the night.

o.0.o

"Do you know who I am?" He asked as they walked down the cobblestone street.

"No." She said and shook her head. "I…you never really said anything in my dreams." She said. "Or really ever did much but sit there. Really the only thing I actually know about you is what you look like naked."

That earned her an almost glare from the man.

"What? It's the truth." She said. "Who even are you, anyway?" She asked.

The man sighed at that, and put his hands in the pockets of his dark blazer jacket.

"I am known by many names, the most recent of which is Morpheus." He said and looked over to her, and Lenore just raised an eyebrow.

"You're who now?"

"Morpheus, Dream of the Endless." He said. "I am the ruler of The Dreaming, and the Lord of Sleep."

"No fucking way." Lenore said and shook her head. "You're shitting me."

"I assure you that I am not. For the past century I have been trapped in the basement of a man named Rodrick Burgess." He said.

"Wait. Rodrick Burgess? That magical hack?" She asked.

"You know of him?

"Ehhh." She said, with a non-committal motion of her hand. "I know that he was a rival to Crowley. I dabble in sigil magic every now and then, but modern sigil magic is a lot different than the bullshit that Crowley an his ilk were into."

"I can assure you that his magic worked."

"Just because it worked doesn't mean it wasn't bullshit. He was a cult leader." She said. "which automatically makes him a shit person. There's a lot of stuff that can work but that doesn't make it good, ethical, or right. Hell, one of the books I read said that he kept the devil in……his…basement….oh fuck. That…that wasn't a tall tale, was it?" she asked.

"It was not." He said and shook his head.

"…..You got out a few months ago, didn't you?" She asked.

"I did, yes. Why?"

"Because that's when the dreams stopped. Were you…were you giving me those dreams? I mean if you're…." She said, and motioned to him. "Morpheus, Lord of Sleep, King of The Dreaming, all that fun stuff." She said.

"I did not." He said. "I was cut off from my realm during my imprisonment. Which is what makes you so interesting." He said. "Just why were you dreaming of me while I was imprisoned?"

"My dude that's exactly what I'd like to know as well." she said as she looked up at him.

He was deathly pale in the moonlight, his skin like porcelain and his eyes like two chocolate diamonds.

His clothes did little to hide the lines of his body, especially since she knew them so well. She knew exactly what was under that coat, that shirt, those slacks.

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair at all.

"'My dude'?" He asked, arching his eyebrow. "An odd way to address an Endless."

"One: I'm not exactly sure what an 'endless' is, and two: I deal with stress with humor. So humor me for a bit, yeah?" she said.

"As you wish." He said, sounding almost…amused. "You are odd, for a mortal." he said offhandedly.

"Yeah, well, you ain't the first to say something like that. Minus the 'mortal' part, at least." She said, trying to hide a grin.

"Look, it's um…getting late, and as much as I genuinely would love to keep talking and figure this out, I need to crash, I got a tour early in the morning." She said. "I'll be seeing you?" She asked.

He tilted his head, and she saw what could only be described as a ghost of a small cross his face. "I think you shall."

[loki-writes-things]

Desperado

Rating: M (18+)

Paring: Loki/Reader

Summary: you and Loki are out on a stakeout sexy times happen.

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a reader fic, and it's also fairly spicy, so this is all going under a cut. Enjoy.

Ao3 link

You sat in the car. Stake outs always sucked, but you were stuck with what felt like the most annoying person in the entire nine realms. Loki. Your job was to watch a suspected Hydra hideout to see if anybody that could be directly tied to the organization came or went. Loki was here because he was on Space Probation and you two drew the short straws.

“Tell me again, why are we just staring at a building?” Loki asked, and you groaned. This was why he was annoying. He liked to bitch. A lot.

“Because your brother talked your father into not throwing you into space jail and instead sent you on space probation to serve as an Avenger.” You said, looking over to him.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, deadpan.

“Because we’re trying to catch some hydra bastards, just pay attention, it’s your turn to watch.” You said, laying your head back on the car seat.

“I don’t see what’s so important about stopping this Hydra.” He said.

“Because they’re fascists, and generally we tend to frown upon them here on Earth.” You said. “Now can I please get some sleep?”

“I still don’t under-” Loki started, and you cut him off.

“Jesus Christ, dude, just watch the damn building.” You say, and shift. If you were honest….being this close quarters with him made your heart flutter. And you didn’t do fluttery feelings well.

Loki muttered something about mortals under his breath again for like the third time that night and finally turned to watch out the window.

You snuck a glance at him out of the corner of your eye. You had to admit he was...attractive, when he wasn’t greasy and raving. He cleaned up well. His hair was wavy when it wasn’t gelled back, and he had cut it shorter since New York a few months ago. His features were a lot finer than his brothers’ and he was all lean muscle instead of the Himbo that was Thor. Part of you wondered just what he looked like under all those layers. You swore you never saw him without at least two layers of clothes. Suit jackets, leathers, it seemed to hide his form. Your eyes trailed down, lower, but before your eyes could settle-

“Can I help you, Y/N?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as you jumped.

“Christ! Don’t scare me like that. I...I was falling asleep.” You said, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

He got a...look in his eyes. One that made you nervous, and sent the butterflies in your chest into overdrive.

“And they say I’m a liar,” he said, his eyes glancing over you.

“I-look I’m not a liar, I was going to sleep.” you said, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to hide yourself from his gaze.

He chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent a shiver up your spine and heat pooling in your stomach. “My dear, If I didn’t know better, I would say you were attracted to me.” He said, giving you a sharp grin.

“I-What-That’s absurd!” You said and shifted in your seat. “Look, you can stop toying with me now. It’s not funny.” You said.

“On the contrary, I find it quite amusing.” He said, tilting his head. “And much more interesting than the job at hand.” He said. “It is...fun to see you squirm.”

“Okay now you’re just being an ass on purpose.” You say. You were beyond able to hide the blush on your cheeks, and it was beyond obvious as to what he was doing to you.

“You’re pretty when you blush, Y/N.” Loki said, leaning in oh so close to you.

“I-Well-I…” You stuttered, leaning back. It wasn’t that you particularly minded him being this close, you just...well, you just weren’t expecting it. “I-”

“You talk too much.” he said, and suddenly his lips were on yours and you had never felt anything like this in your life. He smelled like cinnamon, and tasted like mint. You closed your eyes, leaning into the kiss. You reached up, running your fingers through his hair, and just as you started to melt into it, he pulled back.

“You do not know how long I have been wishing to get you alone.” he said, his voice almost growling.

“Good Lord, you had to pick now to do it?” You said, panting and flushed. “If you don’t get me in the backseat, I swear to god, Loki, I’ll never forgive you.” you said as you crawled out of the driver's seat, and into the backseat of the non-descript black sedan that they gave the two of you for the stake out. Which was now abandoned and you would have to come up with some bullshit excuse but right now none of that mattered because Loki was crawling in on top of you and god you never thought you’d get this far.

“Never done this before, this will be interesting.” You said, and gave a nervous laugh.

“What, have you never had sex?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh I have, just not in a car. And you’re….quite tall.” You said, biting your lip as you looked over him. Damn, he was a fine man. You wished they’d given you an SUV, this was going to be cramped. “Fuck it, we’ll make it work.” you said as you pulled him back down into a kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down in a hard, crushing kiss. He presses his tongue against your lips and you let him in, your tongues eager, exploring. You made a soft, needy noise in the back of your throat as his hands wandered over your body.

You gasped softly as his hand found it’s way up your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra, his thumb stroking your nipple. You whined, pulling away for air as he kissed your neck. You couldn't think straight, but even if you could, you wouldn’t stop. Fuck, he was good at this.

“Sensitive, are you?” he asked, smirking as he looked up to you.

You blushed a bright red. “I...Well, I mean, it’s been awhile. It’s surprisingly hard to get laid as an Avenger.” You said, huffing.

“It just makes it more fun to tease you.” He said, pressing his hips down against yours, letting you feel his hardness.

“Oh fuck you.” You said and bit your lip.

“I do believe that’s what you’re about to do.” he said with a chuckle.

“Dude. Just shut up.” You said as you kissed him once more, your hands working on the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders, along with the jacket he was wearing.

As you were working on his shirt, he was working on yours, pulling away to pull it up and over your head. He slipped a hand behind your back, searching for the clasp of your bra, and frowned when he found nothing.

“Front clasp.” You said with a grin, quickly unclasping it and letting your bra fall open.

He looked at you like you like he was starving and you were a hot meal. God, that was a hell of a look. He dipped his head down and teased your breast, his tongue teasing one of your nipples, while his hand teased the other.

You gasped, your back arching as he teased your sensitive breasts. “Fuck!” you gasped out. “Wait, wait.” You say, and he popped his head up.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, looking a little worried.

“Y-Yes just…” You said, and fished the comm out of your ear, before taking his out as well, and promptly yeeting both of them into the front seat.

“The last thing I want is for us to be caught screwing around on the job. Literally.” You say, and he laughs. It’s...nice to see him laugh. He’s so damn serious so much of the time. “Come here.” You said, pulling him close, kissing his neck as you trailed your hands over his body, exploring him as well.

He was lean, but a solid wall of muscle. You forgot that Asgardians were so much denser than humans were, and he was all lean muscle. You sighed, grinning as you found a spot behind his ear that made him gasp as you nibbled on it.

Your hands trailed down to the button of his pants and you pulled away to look at him, making sure it was okay. He nodded, and with that you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his hips. You bit your lip and glanced down.

Oh fuck. Oh he was big. You look a breath and met his eyes.

“Think you can handle it, little one?” he teased, and that just spurred you on.

“Damn right.” You said and nipped at his lip, taking him in your hand and stroking him. You grinned, filled with a sense of pride as his eyes fluttered shut with pleasure.

Fuck yeah. You were able to make Loki melt. An honest-to-god Norse Deity, melted in your hands like snow on a summer day. Your ego was never going to deflate after this. No one could ever tell you that you were ugly, or not worth sleeping with because you made Loki, God of Mischief, moan your goddamn name.

He made a growling sound in the back of his throat and jerked your pants off your hips, popping buttons off as he did. You honestly couldn’t give a damn. You helped him shimmy you out of them and your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles.

“Usually.” he said, looking over you, “I would show you why they call me slivertongue. Unfortunately...I doubt we have the sort of room to maneuver.” he said.

The way he said it made you melt at the thought. “There’s always when we get back….” you said with a grin.

He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Aren’t you full of yourself.” he teased as he kissed you. “But I’d be willing to show you.” He teased as he slipped his hand down, teasing your folds with his fingers and making you whine.

“Oh….” You sighed and held his shoulders tight, crying out softly as he circled your clit. “Oh fuck.” you gasped softly.

“So wet for me already, so needy.” He breathed in your ear and you shivered.

“Please,” You begged, as he slipped his fingers into your cunt.

“You’ll have me soon enough, I have to make sure you are ready for my cock.” He said, his fingers slow and teasing, leaving you gasping and begging for more.

“Jesus Christ just fuck me already…” You begged, tugging on his hair, making him moan.

“Fuck…” he hissed, and then smirked, running the head of his cock over your cunt, before pressing in.

You gasp, hooking a leg around his hip, pressing him closer and deeper. “Oh my god yes…” You moan, tossing your head back. You were stretched full, and it was everything that you had imagined.

He held himself above you, and to your surprise, put a hand on your throat. Not hard enough to choke, but with enough pressure for you to feel it as he set his pace, slow and dragging at first, letting you feel every inch, before he picked up his pace.

“Loki…” You gasped, eyes screwed shut. You arched your back into him, digging your nails into his back, crying out as he fucked you. It felt electric, you saw stars with every thrust, and when you opened your eyes the little bastard was enjoying every moment of it.

He grinned, sharp and hungry as he watched you come undone. His control was impressive...and you were determined to make him lose it, but not now, everything was too much and not enough and-

“Oh god, Loki I’m coming!” You cried out, running your nails down his back and pulling on his hair. You came hard, seeing stars as every nerve in your body lit up like a Christmas tree. It was the best goddamn orgasm you felt in your life, and holy fuck you hoped you got to feel it again.

He fucked you through it, and when you opened your eyes his breath was ragged, he was close. “Inside, I-I-I’m on the pill just please, inside…” You say, breathless and begging.

With a couple of more thrusts he spilled inside of you, filling you up and making your toes curl. “Oh holy fuck…” You pant, falling back against the seat. You felt boneless. If he could fuck like that in a car...Jesus.

“Good girl….” he purred, running his thumb over your throat, giving it just a little squeeze before he let go and kissed you.

You returned it, slow and deep as you both came down from your highs. When he pulled away, surprisingly, he kissed your forehead. It was more gentle than you saw him be with anyone.

“I do believe we should do this again.” He said, smiling down to you.

“Please…” You say and nod, trying to catch your breath. “We should really get dressed before someone finds us.” You say, though you made no attempt to actually move.

“Rest. I’ll keep watch until our shift is over.” He said, pulling away from you, and you whine at the loss.

“Okay…” you muttered, already half asleep. You saw him fix himself back up, though he covered you with his jacket.

You fell asleep, sex drunk and happy as he climbed back into the passengers seat, looking very much like the cat that had the cream.