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Movie Night (Loki X Reader)

Warnings: smutty smut, porn without plot, 16+ readers only, please.

Summary: Watching a movie with Loki gets dirty very quickly.

You had been dating him long enough to know perfectly well than when he requested to watch a movie, it meant he wanted a cheap excuse to make out with you on the couch, and eventually carry you to the bedroom. So this particular time, you made sure to draw it out as long as you possibly could. You had brought a large bowl of popcorn into the living room to split between the two of you, and while Loki ate the snack by the handful, you were careful to only eat a few kernels at a time to draw it out as long as possible. To make the situation even better, the movie he'd picked was incredibly steamy, every other scene involving kissing, and grinding. As you ate the last few pieces of popcorn you glanced at him to find his jaw set tightly, his eyes staring intently at the screen. You set the bowl on the coffee table, and adjusted your position so you were right next to him, your lips ghosting his jawline.

"Mm~ is someone all hot and bothered?" you murmured, and smirked as his entire body relaxed at your light touch. You chuckled lightly as you straddled his lap, being careful to ignore his growing hardness.

"If only you asked for what you wanted, instead of playing dumb games with me..." you teased, lightly kissing his neck. He growled lowly as you kissed his jaw once more, and leaned forwards, trying to kiss you and scoffing when you pulled away.

"What do you want, baby? I thought you wanted to watch a movie..." you teased, innocently batting your eyelashes.

"I want you to kiss me," he growled cupping your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. You easily obliged, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him. His hands greedily ran down your shoulders, eventually finding the hem of your shirt and sliding his hands up to touch your back.

"Mm~ not so fast," you murmured when you felt him fiddling with your bra, and he groaned in annoyance, but pulled his hands away, and instead rested them on your hips.

"Good boy," you murmured, sucking a hickey onto his neck, relishing in the moan it pulled from his lips. Eventually you returned your lips to his, sliding your tongue into his mouth hungrily. He kissed you passionately, his hands moving to grip your ass, causing you to moan softly.

You tugged at his hair, and his hands moved their way back up your body to cup your breasts through your shirt. You moaned audibly as your lips fell back to his neck, your hands shakily working to undo the buttons of his shirt. He lightly guided your lips back to his, and you kissed him feverishly as you pushed his shirt down his shoulders with his assistance, and eventually threw the fabric to the side. His hands slid back up your shirt, expertly unclipping your bra and breaking your lips apart from his as he pulled your shirt over your head. You leaned in to kiss him again but his lips were all over your neck, low growls falling from his lips as he discarded your bra and lightly fondled your breasts. You moaned softly, your head falling to the side as you felt the ache between your thighs begin to become unbearable.

He kissed you hard, and you gripped his shoulders as you kissed him back, your hips slowly rocking against his. The guttural moan that fell from his lips delighted you as you sloppily kissed him, grinding down against him. He threw his head back, unable to keep up with the kiss, both of your moans filling the room.

"Fuck, darling," he growled, his hands guiding your hips against his, "That's it, grind your hips against me. Harder, baby. C'mon, let me fucking feel you," he moaned, his eyes darkened with lust. You moaned, your head falling against his shoulder breathlessly. In a green shimmer of magic the remains of both of your clothing vanished, and suddenly you were skin to skin, grinding against his aching cock.

"Gods, darling, fuck me," he breathed, and you whimpered in response, kissing him hard as you gripped his shsft and slowly sank down onto him. He gripped your hips tightly, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"Love you," you panted, slowly beginning to bounce on his cock, "I fucking love you," you moaned, your hands tangled in his hair, finger nails digging into his scalp. He didn't reply, and instead gripped your ass, moving your up and down, and slamming his hips up into yours. Words were no longer exchanged, instead desperate moans and strangled cussed were the sounds leaving your mouth.

"Loki," you whimpered as your climax approached, moving your hips as fast as you could.

"I know darling," he spoke, gritting his teeth, "use my fucking cock, take what you need from me," you moaned desperately at his words, and nearly screamed when his fingers found your clit.

"Cum for me," he growled, and you couldn't have disobeyed him if you tried, your orgasam washing over you with a scream of his name. Cusses fell from his lips as he sloppily thrusted up into you, his entire body tensing as his orgasam washed over him.

"Fucking hell," he spoke breathlessly, when you both came down from your high. You laughed as you leaned in and kissed him softly, arms wrapping around his neck.

"We need to watch movies more often," he said with a laugh, kissing you deeply in return.

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Mountain Dew Me (Loki X Fem Reader)

Hey everyone! So I recently saw a dannyphantomexe tik tok with a similar premise (unfortunately no smut tho) and since I saw it I can't get the idea of it out of my head, so, I figured I'd share my dirty fantasies with you all XD.

Pretty heavy smut warning, 16+ readers only. Have fun, fellow dirty minded freaks.

You were sitting cross legged on the couch with a book in your hand when he walked into the room. You'd been pretending to read for about an hour now, but instead of focusing on th en romance novel you were reading, you were stealing glances at your boyfriend, who had been sitting across the room from you. Minutes ago he had disappeared into the kitchen, and now he had returned with a bag of chips in his hand, several already stuffed into his mouth.

"Hey Loki?" you asked, glancing up from your book.

"Yes, darling?" he replied, reaching for another chip.

"Would you mountain dew me?" you asked, a smirk on your face.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I think we have some in the fridge—"

You cut him off with a grin, "No, that's not what I meant. I asked, would you mount and do me?"

His eyes met yours as he processed your request, and before you knew what was happening his bag of chips was discarded, and he was straddling your hips. His lips found yours in no time at all, one hand moving to cup your face, and the other reaching to your lap and moving your book to the sidetable so it wasn't in his way. He breathlessly broke the kiss, moving so he was sitting on the couch, and hoisting you into his lap.

"How about instead... you do me?" he spoke huskily, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Don't have to tell me twice," you murmured, kissing him sloppily. His kisses were addicting, and the way he cupped your face with one hand, while his other hand traced your curves could've made you come undone right there.

Your lips trailed down his jaw down to his neck, and he easily let his head tilt to the side to make it easier for you. You wiggled your hips against him, and smirked at the strangled growl that left his mouth in response.

"Mm, I love you, my dear," he murmured, his hands gripping your ass.

"I love you too," you whispered breathlessly, pulling his shirt over his head. His hands traveled up the length of your body before he lightly teased your breasts through your shirt. You let out a pleasured sigh, allowing him to pull your own shirt over your head. He tossed the piece of fabric to the side, before skillfully un-hooking your bra, and discarding it as well.

You kissed him again, this time all teeth and tongue. After a long moment he broke the kiss, instead kissing his way down your neck and eventually finding your breasts. He took once nipple in his mouth, sucking at it gently before grazing it with his teeth.

"Loki..." You breathed, running your hands through his hair. He grinned, repeating the same action on the other nipple, before leaning in and capturing your lips with his own. You lightly tugged at his hair as you kissed him, rocking your hips against his. He moaned into your mouth, his hands moving to your hips as he guided your movements.

"Bedroom?" you asked breathlessly when you eventually broke the kiss. He nodded, and wrapped his arms carefully around you, hoisting you in the air as he stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and busied yourself placing kisses on his neck. He growled lowly, and kicked the bedroom door shut before carefully setting you down on the edge of the bed.

He gently spread your legs so he could fit between them, pressing you down onto the bed as he kissed you. He slowly kissed his way down your neck, lightly teasing your breasts with his tongue, before finding his way to the waistband of your pants. Within seconds your bottoms, and your ruined panties had been discarded. You watched him with anticipation as he dropped to his knees in-between your legs, and you moaned softly as he kissed your inner thigh.

"Loki, please..." You whined as his tongue ghosted over where you needed him the most. His lust filled eyes made brief contact with yours before he leaned in, and slowly began to eat you out.

You didn't bother to try and hide the pleasure sounds falling from your lips, gripping the bed sheets to ground your self. You instinctively bucked your hips into his face, which he half heartedly attempted to discontinue by holding your hips down with one hand.

"Loki..." You whimpered desperately, gazing down at the god between your thighs.

"Mm, you want my fingers, too?" He growled when he pulled away briefly to breathe. You couldn't form words to reply, as he was already carefully sliding two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed, arching off the bed and into his hand, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him to fuck you with his fingers. He smirked at you, before burying his face back between your legs, slowing pumping his fingers in and out of you. You moaned loudly, grinding against his face, various cusses falling from your lips as pleasure overwhelmed you.

"So... fucking... close...." You whimpered, squeezing the sheets tightly. At your words he replaced his tongue with his thumb slowly circling your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

"Mm, you gonna fucking cum for me? You gonna soak my fucking fingers? Come on, baby, give it to me, give it all to me," Loki growled, licking your juices off his lips as he gazed heatedly at you. His words sent you over the edge as your entire body tensed, your orgasam washing over you.

"Good girl..." Loki murmured, fucking you through your orgasam before removing his fingers from inside you, and licking them clean.

"Fuck," he murmured, watching as you caught your breath, "you're beautiful when you cum all over my fingers," You moaned softly as he leaned in and kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips. He carefully adjusted you so that you were laying fully on the bed, and once he'd discarded his remaining items of clothing, he was on top of you in seconds.

He grinned himself against your pussy, his eyes rolling back as he moaned aloud.

"Loki, please," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I need you,"

Without any warning, he slammed himself inside you, moans falling from both of your lips.

"Fuck, I love you," he murmured breathlessly as he buried his face in your neck. You opened your mouth to reply, but no sound came out as he slowly began to fuck you. One of his hands rested above your head to hold himself up, and the other held your hip as he fucked into you. The room filled with moans, the smell of sex as he gradually brought you closer to the edge.

His hand moved from your hip to lightly toy with your sensitive clit, and your breathing hitched as he hurtled you to the edge if paradise.

"I'm gonna cum..." You moaned out, and Loki gritted his teeth, sweat lining his forehead as he focused on bringing you both to completion.

"I know, darling, me too... cum for me, my love," he managed in-between incoherent moans and cusses. His permission was all you needed as your second orgasam wracked through your body. His thrusts became sloppy, and he cried out your name as he came deep inside of you.

"Fuuuck," he moaned as his body went limp, carefully crashing on top of you. He lay on top of you for several minutes as you bkth caught your breath, before he gently pulled out of you, and climbed off the bed. You whined in protest, and he chuckled as he caught your hand in his.

"I'll be right back darling, we just need to get you cleaned up," he disappeared in the bathroom before returning with a damp cloth, which he used to gently clean you up. He discarded the rag into a hamper before crawling back into the bed with you, pulling the covers over the both of you. He kissed you lovingly, and held you close to his chest.

Before he allowed himself to doze off to sleep at your side, he quietly asked, "Do you need anything else, darling?"

"A mountain dew might be nice..." you said sleepily, erupting in giggles when he playfully rolled his eyes. He chuckled softly, and kissed the top of your head before allowing you the peace to fall asleep in his arms, and eventually falling asleep as well.

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Protection

Pairing : Loki x Female Reader

Summary : Your marriage to Loki was an absolute dream - the complete opposite of the nightmare you had once lived. But when someone from your past shows up to surprise and hurt you, the God of Mischief follows through on his promise to always protect you. Afterwards, you’re left reeling in insecurities and self-doubt, and Loki does what he can to help you feel better about your position in his life.

W/c : 4.8k words

Warnings :

Mentions of past abuse and just a smidge of violence performed against the reader (but not by Loki).

✨ healing ✨ smut, with a healthy dose of hand and praise kinks

18+ only - Minors DNI

The curtains swirled around in the pensive breeze, allowing the floating moonlight to wane and wax over you. Candles shuddered with every question, casting flickering shadows on the ceiling above.  Despite the cool air floating in through the open terrace doors and the silk sheets underneath, your skin still felt warm and flushed, a result of the negative energy - the overabundance of fear and unease - still looming in the air.

The image of your abuser standing inside your flat had been nauseating. There had been no warning signs, no bad omens, no sense of impending doom prefacing his intrusion. You had simply opened the door and frozen in place as he greeted you with a sloppy grin on his bloated face. 

Almost instantaneously, you were eight years old again, having fallen asleep in the living room, unable to seek the refuge of your small room before he had returned home. The audacity to accidentally fall asleep inside his living room was a grievance he could not let pass unnoticed, and it had been a mistake you never repeated. 

You had been so careful to stay quiet in the shadows since then, out of his eye line and away from his wrath. When you were fifteen, you finally decided to run. The fear kept you moving, on edge and forever looking over your shoulder, but it had also kept you safe from him. 

Living on the street wasn’t for the faint of heart, but you had nowhere else to go. The experience had turned you feral, a creature of the darkness and dependent on thievery. Sometimes it was food, sometimes it was just respite from the cold rain, and sometimes it was for much worse things. It was an unhappy life, but miraculously it was how you wound up meeting your husband - someone who despite being a Prince was also accustomed to hiding in the shadows. 

You weren’t sure what he saw in you, but you knew what you saw in him. He was devastatingly handsome, impossibly charming, and terrifically clever. You loved watching the way his lips curved while he spoke, the way his eyebrows rose and fell while he listened. He was always gentle with you, so sweet and calm. He had never raised his voice at you, and the only time he ever showed his hands was to lift you up. 

It had been quite the relief to be able to move into the palace, with its stone walls, armored guards and loving husband. The knots in your neck began to loosen when you no longer needed to look over your shoulder. Smile lines began to carve themselves into your cheeks after you stopped seeing everyone as a predator.

Once the adrenaline of the streets and running from your abuser had eventually worn off, you fell extremely ill. Your bones ached and the coughing kept you up all night as the physical effects of the trauma finally caught up to you. Loki never left your side while you were confined to the bed. 

At the time, the illness had been a small price to pay for his protection, for the chance to see someone worrying and fretting over you. But maybe you had let your guard down too much, because somehow your abuser had mysteriously appeared - this time in your living room, after a dozen years, thousands of miles and a new name. 

You weren’t sure who let him into your flat, presumably some other member of the palace; Gods only knew what kind of lie he had told to be let in. You cursed yourself for not giving explicit instructions to never allow anyone claiming to know you inside the palace. But there hadn’t been time to figure out how he found you in the moment; all that mattered was keeping him appeased until Loki could return home. 

So your abuser laughed at his own good fortune as you poured him drinks. The sound of his laughter was revolting and haunting, but still preferable to his screaming. The alcohol had been a gambit; sometimes he was a happy drunk and other times, well…you didn’t have much choice. The man was like a ticking time bomb, except there was no predicting the length of his fuse on any given day.

The sharp edges of carefully laid eggshells dug into your feet again as you stood by, waiting to either be given an order or be punished. Muscle memory allowed your face to remain neutral while on the inside you were screaming, crying, dying. You kept waiting to wake up inside your bed, wrapped up in Loki’s arms, safe and protected, while the nightmare faded away as if the memories belonged to someone else.

It was humiliating, but you had managed to snag a passerby in the hallway while your tormentor was distracted. The shame wrapped its cold fingers around your neck as the passerby ran off to fetch Loki from his meetings. You couldn’t decide what was worse - allowing anyone else in the palace to see your abuser, or being too afraid to stand up to him. But you were too rattled to think properly, too paralyzed to save yourself again. You needed Loki to do it for you, and it was crushing you. The God of Mischief’s wife, afraid of a mortal - what an absolute joke. 

That was when your abuser shrieked and jumped up, knocking the bottle out of your hands and to the floor. You were so busy trying to get a message to Loki that you hadn’t noticed the wine overflowing and spilling everywhere. The bottle had shattered violently, sending splashes of red wine and fragments of glass everywhere - the floor, the furniture, your clothing, his shoes. 

You apologized profusely with a flushed face and eyes full of tears, but the damage was already done. Your abuser was seething with rage, and you could taste it in the air as you gulped it down; there was nothing he hated more than being forgotten. He cornered you, screaming obscenities and flailing his arms around. His face twisted into that of a demon as your back pushed against the wall, as you balled your fists and clenched your jaw, your nails and teeth digging into flesh and on the verge of shattering. 

You desperately clung to a vow of silence in order to not make things worse, but your abuser must have interpreted it as defiance. He swung his hand at you as hard as he could, and the palm smacked against your cheek with an echoing fury. A moment of silence descended over the room as you fell to the floor, anxious to give him a demonstration of submission. But it was too late.

The tears were free-falling as he screamed, and it didn’t even matter what he was ranting and raving about anymore. You felt yourself sinking into the floor itself, sliding further and further down, hugging your knees to your chest as his spit and rage threatened to drown you. You were praying for mercy when Loki had finally appeared.

Your predator had immediately taken personal offense to the interruption, but once he realized who Loki was, the back-pedaling and lip-service began. It was only then that you realized he had shown up to curry favor with the Prince of Asgard; getting to abuse you again had just been a bonus. 

Loki completely ignored him as he strolled past to help you up from the floor. His voice had been soft and merciful as he whispered reassurances to you, a stark contrast to the shrieking your abuser was doing while no one paid attention to him. He shouted every combination of words he could to excuse his behavior, projecting his own flaws and insecurities onto you, as if the years of abuse he had inflicted had been something you actually deserved. It was only when he called you a whore that Loki finally tore his eyes away from you. 

You sighed and rolled onto your side to face the cool breeze, begging it to wash away the memory of Loki prowling around that creature. His jaw steeled and his hands fisted, the veins of his forearms flush against his skin and his voice screaming that you weren’t the whore like that monster claimed. Loki easily had a foot or two advantage over him, towering above like a vengeful God as he corrected your abuser’s miscalculations - clarifying that you weren’t Loki’s whore, you were, in fact, his wife. 

The last word had been delivered as a roar, reverberating throughout the room and bouncing off of every wall, every broken shard of glass, every shadow in your heart. You had never seen him so furious as he latched on to your abuser’s neck, as he squeezed until the monster’s face turned red. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was ashamed of you.

It had been hours since and you still couldn’t quite put a finger on the sensation that memory produced. Loki had followed through with every promise he had ever made to you. He came immediately when you called for him. He had saved you, and yet it wasn’t relief or respite that you felt. But shouldn’t that be what it was? Why did you feel so guilty? Why did you feel like you tricked Loki into loving and defending you, that you didn’t deserve his rescue? 

The stocky, red-faced man had sputtered curse after curse at Loki as he loomed over him, furious that anyone dared to disagree. The scene had been so unnerving to witness - you had always seen your abuser as an unstoppable force, a formidable foe, a monster that no one could have dreamed of defeating. And yet, he crumbled so easily with Loki’s hands wrapped around his throat. Had he always been that easy to dismantle? 

After being placed in chains, the guards led the demon out of your home. “Neither of you are better than me!” he had shrieked, almost against his will, as if he couldn’t help but try to get in the last word to the God of Mischief. You hoped it ate him up inside that Loki was too busy comforting you to bother responding. 

After your abuser’s removal, Loki had escorted you into the bedroom to relax while he went to discuss the security breach and newly required security protocols with the leaders of the Palace’s Guards and his father. You had spent that time trying to rest but relief never came. Your muscles remained constricted, your nerves fried, your mind ruminating, your guilt working overtime to make sure you never got the rest Loki said you deserved. 

Everything hurt while you waited for him to return home. The urge to cry was plaguing you, but nothing would happen when you tried. You were suffocating under the combined weight of loneliness and the desire to hide when a gentle knock on the open door interrupted your thoughts. “Darling?” 

You pushed yourself up to sitting as he stood cautiously and soft in the doorway. His smile was warm and his eyes sparkled at you, but an air of concern lurked around him. Why did he look so hesitant to be there? 

“You don’t have to knock before coming into your own bedroom,” you said quietly. A dark thought crossed your mind, that maybe somehow your abuser’s words had created a feeling of discontent about you. 

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re upset with me.” He winked, and his voice was teasing but kind as he finally stepped into the room. 

“I could never…” Your voice trailed off and your brows narrowed. What had changed since he left earlier? It had been several hours since the altercation, and he had disappeared for quite awhile after the monster had finally been escorted away. Had he decided that the charity he performed by marrying you had finally become too much work?

“You could never do what, my love?” Loki asked over the unmistakable sound of his magic. 

A wave of relief washed over you in parallel to his affectionate words and the magic transforming his leathered daywear into his sleeping clothes. But the relief was short-lived - what if in the future you did something to trigger his memories of your abuser’s cruel words? What if someday Loki realized that perhaps the monster had a point…?

You felt yourself falling back into old patterns of fawning and terrified promises intended to stave off rejection. “Be upset with you, of course.”

“And I’ll be sure to remember that as well,” Loki chuckled as he sat on his side of the bed, propping his back against the wall. Somehow he always managed to look regal, ankles crossed and back straight, hands folded across his lap and chin held high. Even in sleeping clothes, even inside your bed, he looked like a God. 

His bed, your intrusive thoughts corrected. Everything in this flat, every thing you had, was his. And of course he looked regal, he was actual royalty! He had the power to cast illusions, in fact, while you had the benefit of neither. He would always look exactly the way he wanted, while you were stuck with whatever concoction your atoms had already formed in. 

The image of your abuser taunting Loki with the notion that no one in their right mind would ever make you Queen flashed across your mind. Surely the question of “Why her?” had been asked of Loki many times after he had brought you here. You couldn’t bring yourself to wonder if Loki agreed with him, or if he ever tired of having to explain himself. 

Your thoughts swirled uncontrollably in a whirlwind of turmoil. Or maybe this all was just an elaborate prank? He was a trickster, after all, and you had never known true love before. Perhaps this wasn’t actually it, and the way he looked at you - the way he made you feel - was just an illusion. Your heart broke as that voice inside your head convinced you that nothing here was real. 

Loki studied you, his blue eyes trying to decipher everything you weren’t saying. You forced yourself to smile at him, and he must have seen how hollow it was. He patted the mattress next to him. “Come closer to me.” 

You found yourself afraid to move, and afraid to answer his questions if you didn’t. Nausea and déjà vu pulsated through your veins as you moved closer to him. The usual position of resting on his chest felt too familiar, so you mimicked his position on the bed, ankles crossed and hands folded. An unflattering homage, you were sure, but what other choice did you have?

“Are you alright, dear?” he asked with a forlorn look on his face. His fingers twitched in his lap, and you wondered what they were thinking about. 

“I’m fine,” you lied, desperately trying to clear your mind. If he realized you knew this was all just a joke, there would be no reason to keep you around anymore, would there?

Loki arched his brow. “Why are you still listening to his words?” 

You feigned ignorance again, praying he wouldn’t question you further. You couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing his face every day - even if he was lying to you, even if this wasn’t real. 

Loki gave you a sorrowful smile. “Sweetheart, that look on your face right now is his, and the words echoing around in your mind are his too…”

You tried to swallow down the disappointment of how exposed you had allowed yourself to become. It was always a possibility that Loki would inevitably toss you aside someday, and yet you had still allowed yourself to hope otherwise. 

“It’s been a very long time since you’ve worn that expression, but I haven’t forgotten what it means…” he added, shifting to look at you closer. “Darling, his words were designed to make you question yourself, you should put no stock in them.”

A flush crept across your face, and your eyes turned down to avoid his gaze, to watch your fingers as they picked at themselves. How could you have had the audacity to believe you could have hidden anything from him? That you could have kept him happy for very long?

Tears pooled around your weary eyes as you shook your head at him. “It’s not that, I just…”

“Just what, dear?” His fingertips grazed across yours in an attempt to halt their self-destruction. 

You gulped at the answer, afraid to speak it into truth but anxious to get it over with. “I’m just afraid that…you believe them. Or that you will, someday...”

“What? Darling, I…” His voice was a mixture of disbelief and bewilderment as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Why would a rambling, manipulative drunkard breaking into my home and abusing my wife ever be able to change how I feel about you? And why would you chose to believe that it could?”

There was that word again; a word that meant so much and yet fell so easily from his lips. You hadn’t ever really stopped to consider it, but it was a vow renewal every time he said it. A reminder to you, and anyone else in the room, how much you meant to him. 

A rush of tears boiled over, and once more Loki reached out to pull you back to safety, to curl you up against his chest, a life raft in your sea of sorrow. You had believed you were all cried out, but there was just something in the way that he held you that made you feel safer than you had ever felt before. 

“Do you truly believe that I could be swayed from you so easily?” he asked between kisses to your temple.

A shrug was all you could manage, unable to admit that deep down you knew he couldn’t be. How long had your abuser been inside your flat? Ten minutes? Twenty? And in that time, he had somehow managed to undo every act of devotion that Loki had ever shown you. The regret you felt could not be understated. 

“You are everything to me, sweetheart. And no one will ever be able to convince me otherwise, not even you.”

You opened your mouth to apologize for all of your doubts, but his fingers grazed under your chin, directing your doe eyes upwards to his face. He leaned down to meet your lips, pressing softly against them and sending tingles down your spine. 

“You don’t need to apologize, love,” he whispered against your lips, before pressing against them once more. 

The kisses were lingering and incendiary, and you felt so foolish for ever calling his affection into question. You sighed into him, allowing your muscles to relax for the first time all evening, as he continued to caress your face. 

Everything about him was impossibly large and incredibly delicate. His hands could easily crush you, and yet he chose to worship you with them, to guide you through the path of vulnerability to the reward of safety. His lips could easily devour you, and yet he chose to love you with them. He could do whatever he wanted with you, and yet he chose to protect you. 

He pressed his forehead to yours as his lips withdrew, leaving you wanting and needing more. You kept your eyes closed, wondering what was going to happen next. That moment seemed to exist forever, in both space and time - you wanted him to continue, but still felt unsure of what he wanted. 

“Is there anything else I can do to help you feel better?” he murmured softly. 

His voice was low and suggestive, and your heart skipped a beat. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, exploring the contours of your face and overwhelming your senses. As you breathed in his air, you realized he already knew what you needed, and he wanted to provide it. 

Maybe he felt guilty about that monster abusing you inside your own home. About not arriving sooner, about not protecting you better. He wanted to make it up to you, and even though he had done nothing wrong, in the end it would help you both feel better. 

Anticipation was building in your core, and your eyes drifted open. He was admiring you, eagerly waiting for your answer. You bit your lower lip, and his eyes followed the movement. They lingered over your lips before returning to meet your gaze.

“Please take care of me,” you pleaded before self-doubt could stop you.

His eyes shifted into a smolder as they gazed deep into your soul. Everytime he looked at you like that, it sent your stomach into somersaults. It was exactly what you needed him to do. 

“My beautiful girl,” he hummed as devastating hands gripped your waist and pulled you across his lap. Your knees pushed into the bedding, ankles folded neatly beneath your hips, thighs clenching around his. The gravity of his love pulled you forward, pressing your heart against his. 

His hands locked onto your neck, bringing your mouth to his again. Fingertips raked across your skin where the hairline met your neck, thumbs caressing your cheekbones, palms elevating your chin ever so slightly. His hands were safety personified as they cradled not just your face but your entire soul. Nothing could hurt you as long as he was touching you.

He crushed his mouth against yours in a way that stole the air from your lungs. His lips rolled over yours, separating and pulling them apart. His tongue lapped over your lower lip, ravishing it as your hands ran through his hair, and your hips rocked around his hardening lap. The kisses were frantic and incomplete, your teeth clicking together as you gasped against one another. Then your lips found each other again, and the cycle started anew.

Possessive and healing hands were everywhere. In your hair. Gripping your waist. Splayed across your back. Your lips let go of his as he began to loosen the bodice of your dress. He guided your arms through the sleeves and slid the bodice down, pressing kisses across the newly exposed skin. Time seemed to stand still as he traced down the curves of your body to lift your hips away from your ankles. 

“You had a difficult day today, didn’t you, love?” he murmured. His voice was heady, his eyes wild and hungry. “But you were so strong and brave throughout all of it, weren’t you?”

You nodded, savoring every word, every touch. Arousal coated your inner thighs, and your back elongated, your hips desperately searching for anything to press against. His words felt so good, and you were desperate for him to continue. 

“Yes, and I’m so very proud of you,” he praised just before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

You shivered as his tongue flickered against your stiffened skin. His lips tenderly pulled and tugged at the peak, as he lifted and cupped your breasts from underneath. Dizziness was settling in, and you whimpered as his mouth worked on you.

A hand slipped underneath your nightdress, squeezing your thigh as it moved to cup the outside of your already soaked underthings. His breath hitched as his fingers traced along the dampness, his gaze shifting upwards to admire you above him. “Oh, darling…”

He looked so peaceful, so thoughtful, so inconsiderate as his fingers teased you, as the dampened fabric cruelly kept you apart. He smiled, a reminder that you could be both vulnerable and safe with him.

“Loki - ” you breathed, longing to feel his skin against yours but also aching for the teasing to continue.  

The pressure of his fingers increased just a little. “Tell me what you want, love…”

You knew this wasn’t a bribe or a trick; he just wanted to be asked so you knew that you could, so you knew that he would never deny you. 

“Please, touch me…”

As soon as the words left your mouth, what remained of your clothing disappeared and his fingers grazed directly against your slick skin. His hand shifted around to your upper back, beckoning you to lean forward against him. “Just relax for me, sweetheart, let me take care of you…” 

You did as you were told - your arms around his neck, your chest pressed against his, your head resting on his shoulder. Your breath hitched as he traced lingering, soft circles over your clit. The fabric of his clothing brushed against your nipples, stimulating the delicate peaks. Your eyes closed, your muscles relaxed, and everything else just fell away. 

His lips hovered over the shell of your ear, the warm air sending goosebumps down your spine. “Does that feel good, love?” 

His voice was absolutely filthy, so saturated with lust as the delicate motions dissolved any remaining insecurities. Fully clothed and rock hard as his hands worshiped you, as yours merely clung on to him for dear life. You were already completely undone, the only way to respond was with a pleasured sigh. 

“Yes, and good girls deserve to feel good, don’t they?” he whispered, slipping a rewarding finger inside you. 

That long, skillful finger slid inside you, deliberate and measured, for what seemed like hours, until his palm brushed gently against your clit. The slow pace was agonizing and divine. A gasp escaped your mouth, and his torturous withdrawal left desperation in its wake. The pads of his fingers circled your clit again before the digit pushed back inside you. 

You whimpered again as he nuzzled into your neck, and your hair fell across his face. Every inch of your skin, so plump and slick, seemed to melt against his fingers. 

“And you feel so good, don’t you? So wet and hot already,” he teased as he began to withdraw the finger again. “Are you ready for more?”

All you wanted was more of this - of him filling you up, soothing you, rewarding you. Your hips answered for you, grinding hard against his hand and moaning as you did. 

“Oh, good girl,” he praised, slipping a second finger inside you. He loved it when you knew what you wanted and weren’t afraid to take it. 

He continued whispering reassurances in your ear as you contracted around him. He composed a beautiful poem for you, a combination of delicate writing and heady words that you were good, perfect, deserving, beautiful - everything he desperately needed you to know, everything no one else had ever told you. 

With his arm supporting you and delicate fingers pressing inside, he beckoned those endorphins to come out and wash away the sadness of that day, to ward off any pain of future days. Those fingers were magic even without the power of the Aesir, and they cast no illusions while inside you. 

His scent, his skin, his voice - everything was completely enveloping you in a cocoon of safety as his fingers sunk into you again. He nibbled on the cartilage of your ear, the sharp edges of his teeth contrasting with the smoothness filling you up inside. 

Your hands dug their nails into his shoulders as blood rushed to your core. His fingers continued to fill you up before massaging their way out to caress your soft lips.

“You were so good for me today, my love. You earned every bit of this pleasure, didn’t you?”

You were positively drenched now, and starting to lose your composure. Your face grew hot as your hips bucked, and he encouraged every gasp, every moan, every spasm. 

There were times when you would hold your climax back as long as you could, desperate to just exist with him inside you; there was no hope for that this time. Every fiber pulled taut almost to the point of shattering as he worked so diligently to comfort you.

As you cried out, he kissed your neck and shoulder, shuddering himself and curling around you. His fingers slipped out and returned to your clit, rubbing in circles and moaning your name as you came; never before had anyone been so drunk off of your pleasure. Your spine stretched and arched, every muscle contracted and twisted as his devotion washed over you. 

His sinful mouth kept delivering assurances of love as you finally came back down. Your thoughts were hazed and dull in a sea of release as he shifted you both down the bed. You were both conscious and not as he rolled over, placing your head on the pillow and covering your body with the silk sheets. 

He repeatedly asked if you were alright as he worked, but the connection between your mind and mouth had long since become corrupted. His kind words, hands and lips had undone anything you could have thought to say in that moment; all that could be managed were smiles, nods and comforted sighs. 

He blew out the candles before settling in behind you, sliding one arm under your neck and wrapping the other around your waist. Sleep was beginning to overtake you, and you shivered beneath his touch as he pressed his lips to your neck.

“I love you so very much, darling,” he whispered. “Please, don’t ever doubt that.” 

Yet another set of tears stung closed eyes as he cradled you in his arms - squeezing tight, keeping you safe and protected. 

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Hello everyone, by some miracle I've returned, with another lovely piece of smut. 16+ only pls, and comment if you'd like a part two!

Loki woke before you most mornings, and often he would get out of bed, as not to disturb your sleep, but this particular morning, he couldn't bring himself to crawl out of bed. Your back was facing him, the sheets draped over your waist. Your hair was a tangled mess, and you were wearing a pair of sweatpants, along with one of his shirts that was too big for you. Of course he loved when you wore lingerie, but in his mind, you'd never looked sexier

He carefully adjusted, and slid his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, before gently leaning in and kissing your neck. Loki had planned on making you his for the millionth time the night before, but when you came home from work you were exhausted, and in a horrid mood, and Loki instantly understood that you didn't need sex that night, but rather the man you'd married to hold you, and listen to you. He'd done that without a second thought, but the thought of your body danced through his mind as he gently kissed your neck. He knew he should let you sleep, but something about the way the sun brushed your face, and the way your chest rose and fell as you breezed made it so he couldn't resist you.

"Loki?" you mumbled, stirring from your sleep as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"Good morning, my darling," Loki replied, placing a lingering kiss on your neck. You carefully rolled over to face him, and leaned in, kissing him softly. His arms wrapped around you gently as he deepened the kiss, growling lowly as you nipped his bottom lip.

"What a way to wake up," you murmured dreamily, eyes closing as you rested you head against his shoulder.

"Mm, I'm not done with you yet, pet," he spoke in return. His voice was an octave lower than usual, both with lust and due to the fact that he just woke up. The gravelly tone to his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and only made him impossibly sexier.

"Is that right, mischief?" You asked playfully, opening your eyes to look at him. He lightly pressed his hips against your thigh, and you could already feel his hardening length. Loki didn't say anything else before leaning in and kissing you deeply, and hungrily.

"You look so fucking sexy," he murmured when he finally broke the kiss to catch his breath.

You blushed deeply, and shook your head, "Actually, I look like a mess right now,"

Loki smirked lightly as he easily flipped the two of you over so he was on top, and straddling your hips.

"Oh, darling..." he cut himself by kissing you gently, with more passion and emotion than you could process, "I would love nothing more than for you to see yourself the way I do,"

You eyed him skeptically, and he replied by gently sliding his hands up your shirt, gently brushing your nipples. You gasped with surprise as the feeling washed over you.

"You look perfect," he assured once more, smirking lightly, "Norns, you're making me so hard..." Your cheeks flushed tomato red at his words, but your snarky comeback was interrupted by his fingers lightly pinching your nipples. You moaned softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is this okay?" He whispered pausing his actions to wait for a response. It didn't matter how many times he'd fucked you, or how responsive you were to his touches, he asked you every time, just to make sure it was okay with you.

"Gods, yes," you moaned softly, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him down for a deep kiss. You sighed softly as his tongue entertained with yours, and you reached up, tugging at the loose sleep shirt he was wearing. He pulled away and easily pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side.

He leaned down and kissed you, and your hands were all over each other. Somewhere in the passionate mess of teeth, tongue, and wandering hands, your shirt was discarded, and before you could register what was happening, his lips were wrapped around your nipple, sucking hard enough you were arching off the bed into his mouth.

"Loki..." You moaned softly, and he smirked wickedly as he pulled away.

"Already moaning my name, darling? We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet," he teased before adjusting and sucking on your other nipple. When he eventually pulled away his lips crashed back on to yours, and as he kissed you he grinded down against you. He moaned into your mouth, kissing down your neck and chest before eventually finding the waist band of your sweatpants. The garment was soon discarded and he trailed kisses down your inner thighs, his tongue brushing so close to where you needed him, yet not close enough.

"Lokiiii," you whined, gripping his hair and tugging hard enough that he could feel it. He moaned softly as you knew he would, he'd always loved when you tugged at his hair.

"Yes, darling?" he asked, lazily tracing the waistband of your panties with his finger.

"I love you," your breathed out. He grinned and crawled back up your body, kissing you deeply.

"I love you too," he whispered, his hand snaking down in between your legs and gently circling your clit. You moaned and arched your hips against his hand, already desperate for more.

"Mmm, so needy this morning," he growled in your ear, burying his face in your neck, and leaving kisses all over your collarbone, paying special attention to your pulse point.

You were practically squirming with the pleasure he was granting you, your eyes closing as he brought you right to the brink of orgasam before pulling his hand away.

"Loki!" you cried sharply in frustration. He only smirked and discarded your panties to the side, as well as his sweatpants and boxers.

"Shhh, darling," he breathed softly, his lips barely brushing yours, "I'm sure you want this more than my fingers,"

You both cried out in pleasure as he entered you, gently, but swiftly. He stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the size of him, before slowly beginning to thrust inside of you.

"Loki..." you whimpered, tugging at his hair. He buried his face in your neck, murmuring sweet nothings as he gently socked at your pulse point.

"Fuckkk..." he moaned as he slammed his lips desperately to yours, gradually picking up the pace of his thrusts. You dragged your nails down his back as you arched up into him, moaning his name like your life depended on it.

"Just like- just like that... darling... fuck..." he moaned in response, using one arm to support himself, the other to lightly fondle your breast.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum... fuck, fuck, don't stop, don't fucking stop," Loki responded by impossibly thrusting harder and faster, and moving his hand down to furiously rub your clit. You hands entangled in his hair, tugging roughly, before all but screaming his name as your climax washed over you.

"Fuck!" Loki cried sharply, breathing hard as his thrusts became sloppy. Incoherent cusses fell from his lips before loudly calling out your name, and collapsing on top of you as his climax washed over him. He lazily thrust a few more times to ride out bkth of your highs, before carefully pulling out of you, and collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"Pretty good way to wake up," you said after you finally caught your breath. Loki laughed as he rolled onto his side and pulled you close, kissing you gently.

When he finally broke the kiss, you smirked playfully, climbing on top of him, and easily straddling his hips. "Second round already?" Loki teased, his hands resting on your hips, "was just once not enough to satisfy you?"

"Not when you're looking this fucking sexy," you replied with a grin, before kissing him hard.

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Aftercare (Loki x Reader)

Hello, everyone! it's been a while, but I've really been craving some Loki aftercare, so here we go. Mild references to smut, and a dirty joke or two, but nothing too adult, 14+. I hope you all enjoy pls pls leave comments, likes are nice but comments make my day <3

You felt your body instantly relax as a wave of magic vanishes the handcuffs that had you pinned to the bed, and the silk blindfold that was making it so you couldn't see. When you made eye contact with your fiance, his gentle smile was a start contrast to the menacing smirk that had been on his face when you'd last seen him nearly an hour prior. He'd edged you enough times to drive you insane, and not being able to see him only added a level of frustration to the night. But of course, as always, you both finished, and now, it was time for aftercare.

"How are we doing, darling?" he asked you as he massaged your wrists, using his seidr to remove any pain from the light red marks the handcuffs left on your wrists.

"Mm, good," you replied, with a smile. Loki grinned, and leaned in, pressing his lips softly to yours. Your hands tangled in hisnhair as he kissed you, deeply, and passionately, yet with no sexual intent. No, right then, his kiss was filled with pure love, and care. He pulled away eventually, nearly breathless, and softly brushed his thumb across a bruise he'd left on your neck.

"I'm sorry," her murmured as he observed the darkening spot, "I didn't mean to leave a mark, I can help you cover it tomorrow with seidr, if you'd like," he offered.

"It's okay," you replied, simply, "it loa enough no one will see,"

Loki smiled apologetically, and then there was silence, as he gently soothed any ache he'd left.

"Do you want to take a shower?" Loki asked after a long moment. You thought for a moment, before nodding. You sat up, and crawled out of bed, going towards the closet to find a pair ofsweatpants, and one of his shirts, before going to the master bathroom that connected to your and Loki's bedroom.

"Aren't you coming?" you asked when he didn't follow you.

"Oh, of course," Loki replied, following behind you, "I didn't know if you wanted me to come,"

"I always want you to cum," you teased with a dirty smirk on your face, and Loki rolled his eyes turning on the shower. You bkth stepped into the steamy water. You waited a few moments, before you spoke.

"Would you... would you wash my hair?" you asked him, and Loki smiled softly, pecking your lips.

"Of course," he replied, grabbing your shampoo and pouring a small amount into his hand. Soon enough he was massaging your scalp with his long fingers, and you felt more relaxed than you had in a long time. His hands gently cleaned the rest of your body, and when he was finished he turned the water off, using the fluffier towel he could find to dry you off. He used the same towel to dry himself off as you put your pajamas on, and when he was finished he pulled on his own pajamas, which that night consisted of just a pair of black sweatpants. You started to walk back to the bedroom, but he hoisted you into his arms, and carried you to the bedroom, gently setting you on the bed and pulling the covers over your drowsy form. He went to the kitchen for a moment to get you some water, and when he returned you had his pillow held to your chest, half asleep. He set the glass of water on the night stand before crawling into bed.

"What are you doing with my pillow?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice. You blushed as you gave him the fluffy item back.

"It smells like you," you explained, and Loki's heart melted.

"I was coming right back, my darling," he explained, sliding his pillow back into place before laying down next to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

You mumbled something he couldn't understand, and curled up against him.

"Gods, darling, you were so perfect tonight. You're so perfect everynight, all for me, I love you so much," he murmured as he stroked your hair.

"Love you too," you mumbled, and he kissed you one last time before you both fell asleep.

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Secrets (Loki X reader)

Title: Secrets

Wordcount: 1768

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warning: Just some minor steamy kissing but nothing more.

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It all started on a mission. One harmless mission. Y/n was sprawled out on her air mattress, trying to cool off. It was incredibly hot in the tent she and the raven haired prince shared, thus meaning the young agent couldn't fall asleep. Loki's snoring wasn't helping either. She let out an exhausted sigh as she gave up on sleep. The agent slid her feet back into her combat boots, and grabbed the dagger from under her pillow before she stood to leave the tent. "No..." a deep voice mumbled. Y/n spun on her heel to check who was behind her. The only person there was Loki. She cooked her head, and turned to leave once more. "Y/n.... no... spare her, please! She's done no wrong! Almighty Thanos please!" Y/n whirled around once again at the sound of her name. "Your highness?" She questioned softly. Distressed whimpers were the only response she got. She crossed the tent, and knelt beside Loki's air mattress. "Your highness," she murmured as she shook him slightly.  Moments later he jumped awake, green magic dancing off his finger tips. Y/n shook her head, her e/c eyes softer then usual. "Your highness, it's alright. It's alright." Loki looked ashamed as he looked away. "Sorry." He mumbled shortly before pushing himself from his bed, and rummaged around for his boots. Y/n considered saying more, but chose to keep it to herself. "No need, Highness," she said with a small nod, before walking out of the tent.

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The next time they met it was under much more formal circumstances. Y/n walked down the halls of the palace, her hands clasped formally behind her back, forcing herself to keep the scowl off her face. For some reason she had thought it a good idea to go visit her sister after her mission. It hadn't been. She sighed deeply before pushing the doors to the throne room open, flipping her cloak up over her head before entering. Conceal don't feel she thought to herself as she dropped to one knee, her right arm crossing over her chest.  "Rise, Agent." The voice that summoned her wasn't the Allfather as she thought it would be. She hid her surprise and instead rose. "Your highness" she said with a deep nod. Loki smiled to himself as she greeted him.  "My mission was successful. No casualties. I brought back two prisoners, both of which are being integrated right now." "Very good, Agent."  Y/n tried very hard not to meet his piercing green gaze. She failed. Loki cocked his head slightly, trying to read her eyes. Her face was stone cold. Not a hint of emotion. Her eyes however were the opposite. He saw pain, guilt, hatred, sadness, and were those... tear tracks on her cheeks? She was good at hiding her emotions to the normal eye. Loki's eyes weren't normal. "Are you alright, agent?" He asked after a long moment. "Of course, Highness. Just some personal issues." She replied quickly. There was a silence. "Would you like to join me for a drink?" He asked after a long moment. Around a million reasons of why she should say no filled her mind. "Oh, I don't drink," she countered, hoping that was a good enough excuse. "Come on, just one glass?"  She sighed internally, knowing deep down he wasn't going to give up. And also knowing that she didn't want him to. "One glass." She said with a small nod. "One." Which is why she was now sitting at a bar next to the stand-in king of Asgard, with a drink in her hand.

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The next time they met was on yet another mission. Long story short, Y/n had screwed up in combat, and now had a dagger wound in her side. It wasn't fatal, but it hurt. Loki had finished off the two scoundrels, and ran to the young agent who was leaning against a tree, holding her side. She reluctantly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and let him help her up. The pair slowly stumbled back to the ship. He sat her in the passenger seat, and slid into the drivers side. Y/n watched at the trickster's long slender fingers expertly lifted the ship into the air. 

After he mapped the course back to Asgard, he stood from his seat and went to the back of the ship. Y/n glanced over her shoulder curiously, wanting to know what he was doing. Minutes later he returned with a basic medical kit, and knelt down beside her.

"Lo-- Your Highness, I'm fine, really." She started, but was cut off as he lifted her cloak and shirt enough to tend her wound. 

"If you wish to use my first name, no one is stopping you," he murmured as he stitched the wound closed. She winced as the needle came in contact with her skin, but did her best to hide it.

"There, I'm done. And I'm ordering you to stay in your quarters to rest for a week." Loki said with a half smile as he put the unused medical supplies away.

Y/n groaned at the thought. "Highness, I'm fine! I don't need a week of rest!" 

"Uh, uh, uh, that's an order," he replied.

She sighed, but didn't argue as she followed him back to the rest of the soilders.

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After they returned to Asgard, Loki helped her down from her horse, and carried her inside. 

She didn't protest, and if she was being honest, she enjoyed his touch. 

He took her to her quarters, and lay her down in her bed. She groaned under her breath as the small movement jostled the sensitive part of her side, and Loki winced, not having meant to hurt her. 

"Try to get some sleep, alright? I'll be back in the morning," Loki said as their eyes met.

She curled up in a ball, already beginning to feel sleepy as she smiled back at him, her eyes examining his sharp emerald green ones for far longer then was appropriate. He nodded, and left the room.

Minutes later Y/n was fast asleep.

Loki returned the next morning he returned just as he had promised. Y/n was curled up in her bed, a blanket around her shoulders, and an old book in her hands. The trickster smiled as he entered the room, knocking softly on the door to alert her of his presence. She looked up from her book, and smiled. 

"Good morning, Y/n," he greeted her with a small smile and a small nod. She grinned.

"Morning, highness." She replied. 

He didn't bother to correct her on his name, and walked to the kitchen small kitchen in her room. 

He returned minutes later with a mug if her favorite tea, handing it to her with a smile. 

"Here, Y/n," he said handing it to her and sneaking a kiss to her forehead. Her cheeks went red as she took the mug. He smirked and dragged an arm chair over to the bedside. 

The next several weeks were like this. They spent far more time together then was reasonable for their different ranks, and slowly they began to fall for each other. Soon enough Y/n finally gave in, and began calling him by his first name, and soon whenever they were alone he would call her darling.

A year later

Y/n practically ran down the hall  to her room. She was exhausted, sore, and couldn't wait to see her beloved again. She pushed the door open the find the dark haired god sitting in her arm chair. She was slightly surprised, but said nothing as she removed her cloak and hung it on the hook. His head snapped up at the sound of her boots hitting the floor, and he grinned, 

"Welcome home," he said standing from his seat and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. Y/n's face flushed as she leaned back against his chest. Oh, how she had missed his arms around her. He spun her around gently, and brought his lips to hers, slowly pushing her back against the wall as he kissed her. She blushed as she kissed back, her hands moving to intertwine in his long raven colored hair. 

"I missed you," he mumbled as he pushed her fully back against the wall, his lips leaving hers and trailing down her neck instead. 

"I love you," she whispered in response as a soft moan fell from her lips, her head tilting to the side to make it easier.

"Mmm, darling, I love you too," he said as he playfully nipped at her neck with a smirk. "And I fully intend to prove it."

The rest of that night was a blur for Y/n. She remembered kissing, and his hands trailing up her shirt, and hers up his. It felt like a romance novel as the two went to Valhalla and beyond. She woke the next morning tired, and yet refreshed as she curled up in his arms, and fell back asleep.

If they got caught they were both dead.

But he was the god of mischief, and she the agent of Asgard.

They could keep secrets.

Alright, so, that's the "end"... but I also wrote one last scene that's really sad. 😈 Enjoy >:)

"No, no, NO, PLEASE!" Loki screamed as the tall man grabbed the agent by the collar. "No, Thanos, please, she's done no wrong!"

Horror filled the trickster.

He'd had this dream so many times.

Each one ending the same way.

"No, no, please!"

Thanos cackled.

"Got yourself a girl now, I see." He said with a dark chuckle.

Loki's eyes filled with tears as Y/n tried to get away from the man.

Thanos was too strong.

Suddenly the agent felt a hand on her neck.

Her heart pounded in her chest loud enough she was sure Thanos could hear it.

The air left her lungs.

Dots appeared in her vision as she desperately thrashed, trying to free herself.

She looked over her shoulder to find tears rolling down Loki's cheeks screams falling from his lips.

His voice whispered in her mind.

"I love you."

He heard her voice in response, weak and broken from the hours Thanos has tortured her.

"I love you more."

And then her body went limp.

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Sleep Well, My Darling.

Title: Sleep Well, My Darling

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi X reader

Summary: A oneshot in which Obi-Wan faces off with his rival, with both words and sabers.

Wordcount: 1,632 words.

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Obi-Wan walked into the dark warehouse, the hood of his cloak hiding his face. He'd been assigned to check this building after the Jedi Council got a tip from a reliable source that there was suspicious activity here. Obi-Wan personally thought he was getting thrown into a wild Bantha chase, but it was what it was. The warehouse had lights hanging from the celling, but none of them were on. Obi-Wan pulled his lightsaber from where it sat against his left hip, and pressed the switch that ignited it. The blue blade welcomed him with its comforting snap, hiss. He looked up are the ceiling, and chuckled. Rafters laced the celling. Shockingly, whoever had told the Council of the suspicious activity was correct. 

"I know you're here," Obi-Wan spoke, using his freehand to push the hood of his cloak off of his head. 

"Congrats, you can use the Force," the familiar taunting voice of Y/n replied. Obi-Wan heard the sound of boots hitting the floor a few feet behind him, and he spun on his heel to face her. There she stood, in her black knee-high combat boots. She wore black leggings, with a knee length black dress over them. Over that, she wore a black hooded cloak, and black gloves. The hood of her cloak was still pulled over her head, but Obi-Wan didn't need to see her face to know what she looked like. She had bright yellow eyes, with only hints of the e/c that were to true color of her eyes. She had long h/c hair which she always kept pinned up in a bun as to keep it out of the way. 

"How excellent to see you again, my dear," Obi-Wan spoke, as he shrugged his cloak off, tossing his lightsaber to his left hand for a short second so he could pull the right side of his cloak off. 

"Oh, Obi-Wan, always leaving your clothes everywhere," Y/n replied, shrugging off her own black cloak, revealing her face. 

"Like you're one to talk," Obi-Wan taunted in response. Y/n rolled her eyes and used the Force to grab her two lightsabers from their places on her hips. She flicked both of them on, and held them both facing down, the tips nearly grazing the ground. Obi-Wan stepped back, his right hand which held his lightsaber over his head, his left hand pushing forward. As always, he waited for her to make the first move. Y/n rolled her eyes as she took the bait, and ran forward, slamming both her lightsabers onto his, and using the momentum to flip over him. She landed with her back to him, and moved her arms behind her, the blades of her lightsabers crossing in a nearly perfectly. As if it was a choreographed dance, Obi-Wan turned around and swung his lightsaber to hit the both of hers. Y/n smirked to herself, pressing back against his lightsaber hard enough that he took a step back. Instantly, she tossed her lightsabers in the air, and spun around so she could face him again. She caught both of her lightsabers expertly. She grinned at him, and waited for him to make a move.

Obi-Wan stepped forward, and his saber hit one of hers, the one she held in her left hand.

"You'll have to do better than that, my love," Obi-Wan sassed, adjusting the grip on his lightsaber as he prepared for her second saber to strike his. Right on cue, the second lightsaber hit his, and Obi-Wan dug his heels into the ground. He was stronger than her, both in the Force, and physically, but she had both the leverage and the lightsaber advantage, something that tested even his skills. 

Eventually, he took a step back, causing her to nearly lose her balance from the sudden shift in weight. She quickly regained her footing, and went at him. The two of them exchanged several parries, but eventually, she managed to knock the lightsaber out of his hands.

"Well, now I'm impressed," Obi-Wan commented. Y/n smirked and swung her lightsaber at his head. Obi-Wan bent backwards and avoided the crimson red blade easily. He ducked another one of her swings, and backed away from another, but at her third swing, he attempted to step backwards, he ran into the wall. He didn't remember being so close to the wall, yet here he was. She aimed her lightsaber at his throat, smirking. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, and practically crumpled to the floor, rolling himself so he was well away from the wall before standing up again in an instant. He reached his hand out in the general direction of his lightsaber, using the force to bring it to his hand. He switched it on just in time to parry Y/n's strike that was aimed at his head. 

"Good try, m'dear. I must say, you're improving." Obi-Wan taunted as he pulled his lightsaber away from hers, only to have them meet again with a loud snap a moment later. Y/n glared, parrying all of his strikes. He had quickly gained the upper hand, and she was suddenly losing. He took several steps forward, forcing her to back up. Unlike him, she was smart enough to alter the direction they were going as a certain point so she didn't hit the wall. Obi-Wan aimed a strike at her head, and she ducked below it, using her right lightsaber to attempt an attack at his feet. Obi-Wan with the assistance of the force, jumped up to the celling, landing in the rafters. Y/n bent her knees before jumping up as well, easily landing on the rafters. 

"Bringing this to my home turf, hm? Poor choice, darling," Y/n said as her lightsabers lit up the area around her. Obi-Wan was no where in sight. Suddenly, she heard the sound of his lightsaber activating, and had just barely enough time to duck under his blow. As a side effect of her sudden ducking, she wasn't able to keep her balance. Instead, she found herself falling a very long distance to the ground. She swore under her breath with pain as she hit the floor, her lightsabers rolling feet away from her. Obi-Wan smirked as he jumped down from the rafters, using the Force to keep the jump from hurting. He smirked down at her. 

"Wow, cussing, my darling? How the mighty have fallen." He taunted as he stepped forward and aimed his lightsaber at her throat. Y/n glared as she propped herself up on her elbows. A second later, with the aid of the Force, one of her lightsabers was in her hand. She activated it quickly to push his lightsaber aside. Expertly, she rolled onto her back, feet in the air. She threw her feet forward, using her hands and the Force to assist her in her kip-up. She had to admit, it was a good kip-up, made better by the fact that she kicked Obi-Wan in the stomach on her way to standing. She grabbed her other lightsaber with the force, and sprinted for the exit of the building. Obi-Wan was rather winded from getting kicked, but he chased after her as fast as he could, lightsaber in tow. Y/n turned back to look at him, and threw her lightsaber backwards, the red blade spinning so fast Obi-Wan could barely see it. He deflected the blade with his lightsaber, and continued to run after her.  He was only a few feet away from her when he watched her jump into a speeder that was being piloted by a droid, and drive off, faster than he could hope to catch. He sighed as he deactivated his lightsaber, and attached it back to his belt. He reached behind him with the force, and moments later her discarded lightsaber sat in his hand. 

Twenty three years later, Obi-Wan sat in his small hut on Tatooine. He stood up, and crossed the room, digging through a box of all that was left from his days as a Jedi. He opened the wooden box---the box that Anakin had gifted Ahsoka her lightsabers in, all those years ago---and dug through it. He found Anakin's lightsaber, but continued digging, until he found a second lightsaber. He smiled softly as he closed the box, and looked over the hilt. It was a nice lightsaber, with gripping along the part where she obviously held it, and bare metal everywhere else. His finger found the switch, and he turned it on. It activated with a hum, and the crimson color shined across the room. Anakin had killed Y/n only a few days after he'd collected her lightsaber, and the thought of her death still made tears prick in his eyes. 

He missed her.

He deactivated the lightsaber, and then  dug around in a cabinet until he found a piece of cloth, which he carefully wrapped around the lightsaber. He stepped outside, smiling slightly when he saw the two suns setting. He walked a few feet away from his house, and soon found a small row of black flowers that had small stripes of white interlaced in them. He'd found the plant out on one of his long strolls, and had planted a few of the seeds here, in memory of Y/n. Who was all darkness, but occasionally let the stripes of light shine through in her. 

He walked closed to the flowers, and knelt down, the covered lightsaber still in his hand. He set it down on the ground, closed his eyes, and used the Force to lower the wrapped item into the sand. 

"Sleep well, my darling."

[nerdy-fangirl-65]

The Next Right Thing

Hey there, everyone! This is just a small little thing I wrote with the prompt "Light at the End of the Tunnel: Write about a time that hope lead you through a dark time." Not only is this written to the prompt, but also so the song "The Next Right Thing" from Frozen 2, although this story has nothing to do with it, lol. Anyway, onto the story!

Warnings: Thoughts of self harm and suicide, over all depression, character death. Read with caution!

I've seen dark before, but not like this.

Ayala lost friends, grandparents, uncles, aunts. Whether it be to death, or the void of people she realized were toxic.

Never had she considered losing her sister.

No, they weren't bound by blood, but they were bound by everything else. It only made the separation hurt more. 

This is cold, this is empty, this is numb.

The only words they'd exchanged in the end had been angry, whispers of how they weren't truly sisters. As if losing her wasn't bad enough, the hatred they'd had in their last moments only added salt to the wound. 

She and her sister were spies, agents, undercover investigators. She'd had bones broken more times than she could count, her pinky finger cut from her hand, yet the pain of her being gone, stung far more than the disinfectant ever would. This was a different kind of pain, the wallowing kind that followed her everywhere. She'd eat a granola bar, and think of her. Grab a dagger, and think of her. It wouldn't leave. It followed her everywhere she went. Like a cold musty stench on her clothing.

The life I knew is over, the lights are out.

They'd been known as the hooded assassins, but never again would they be. Now, she was just the hooded assassin. She didn't have someone that would track her down if she was captured, someone to tend to her wounds. 

No. 

All she had was herself now—herself, her cloak, and her daggers.

Hello, darkness, I'm ready to succumb

She set up camp quietly in a cluster of trees, careful to hide everything so it was out of sight. She crawled into her tent, zipping it most of the way before sitting down. She had her sleeping bag and her sister's stacked on top of each other, and while it gave her a bit more comfort it was no filler for the laughter Nichole had brought with her.

Nichole.

For the first time since watching her be stabbed in the gut, she was able to think the elder woman's name. It brought tears to her eyes as she buried her face in her hands.

I follow you around, I always have

Ayala had been born into this life, abandoned by her parents when they were sent on a long lasting mission. Nichole, who was only six at the time, had taken the barely one-year-old child under her wing, and raised her from the ground up. She taught Ayala how to fight, how to read, how to write, how to disarm a larger man. Everything. As they grew into teenagers they became two of the best know assassins. They were never without their black cloaks and face masks, hiding everything but the bridges of their noses, and their eyes. Ayala's blue, Nichole's dark brown.

Without Nichole, Ayala didn't know what to do. She was scared to go on this mission without her sister. Scared that she didn't have someone to follow around like she usually did. 

But you've gone to a place I cannot find

When they were young Nichole used to play hide and seek with Ayala, and while it always took Ayala a while, she always found Nichole.

Now, her sister was no where to be found, and there was nothing she could do. 

Or could she. 

This grief has a gravity, it pulls me down

Her eyes drifted to her belt, where her daggers sat. She'd removed her gloves a while ago, leaving both her wrists exposed. It would only take one, maybe two cuts from her blade. She could see her sister again, or at least end the pain of grieving her. It'd be so easy. So, so easy.

Her hand slid to her belt, brushing the hilt of her dagger. She unsheathed the small weapon and held it to her wrist. 

But a tiny voice whispers in my mind "You are lost, hope is gone . . . But you must go on"

She shook her head desperately, tears falling from her cheeks as she tossed the blade across the tent. She couldn't. She couldn't do that. If she did that, her sister's death meant nothing. Nothing.

She couldn't have that.

And do the next right thing

The next morning she woke, tear stains still on her face. She packed up camp, tossing the dagger in the ground, not being ready to replace it on her belt just yet. She finished packing up and hiding any trace that she had been there, and then turned to the shiny metal dagger sitting on the leaf covered ground. She knelt down and spread the leaves apart from each other, showing the dirt. She dug a small hole in the dirt and slid the dagger into it, replacing the dirt and leaves a moment later she stood back to her full height. She had more daggers, she'd be fine without that one.

"I will avenge you," she whispered. "I promise."

End.