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Almost Dawn [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki tries to sneak into bed. Short, sweet, smutty. Warnings: 18+ only. Established relationship. Minors DNI. w/c 630

“Are you awake, love?”

You nestle deeper into the pillow, and a smile creeps over your lips like the dawn.

“Kinda…” you say, muffled.

The mattress dips as he slips between the sheets and a large, cool hand travels over your waist to the centre of your stomach. He presses his chest to your back. “I missed you.”

You twist your head and find his lips in the dark. “Did everything go alright?”

“Mmm.” Loki presses a kiss to the curve of your neck and your whole body tingles. “I came straight from the bifrost. I may be a little cold, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll warm you up.” You push your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t tempt me, Mortal.”

You bite your lip, stifling a laugh as Loki’s cock hardens beneath the press of your flesh.

“I heard that,” he whispers, and drags himself through the gap of your ass cheeks. “But fortunately for you, retribution for your mischief will be merciful, tonight.”

You frown, and crane back. “You’re too tired?”

Unthinkable.

Only the faintest outline of Loki is visible: hair tied up in a knot, the angular lines of his face cutting though the darkness.

“A little.” But he thrusts gently against your ass all the same. “I wouldn’t be providing the worship you’re accustomed to—and that simply isn’t acceptable. It's almost dawn. Go back to sleep.”

You draw your lips over his, relishing the heat of his breath despite the chill of his skin and the metallic scorch of magic which clings to it.

“I just want to be near you.” You reach between your bodies and grip his cock, pumping the crown gently. Loki groans. “Please?”

Loki’s mouth latches to the curve of your neck and you fall back to the pillow. His cock rubs over the slip of your sex, the long column of flesh skating through your folds and rubbing over your clit. The pretty moans Loki adores flutter from your lips as he draws his manhood back, lingers, and then slides it inside you. You gasp his name as he stills.

“Clench…” he murmurs into your neck, and you do. A groan catches in his throat. It makes you squirm against him, but Loki holds you still. “You wanted to be near me. Is this not close enough?”

His hand cups your breast, and a thread of desire flares directly to your cunt as he brushes a fingertip over the nipple. “Clench,” he orders softly. The purr is waves scraping shells. “Good. Circle.”

“Loki…” you whimper, circling your hips tightly against the flat of his stomach.

Ordinarily he would be plunging himself into you like a symphony: calculated highs and lows which flow to the rhythm of your need. But there’s something impossibly erotic about his woozy breaths —about the god’s lazy sigh as you bring the crown of his perfect cock to the lip of your channel and dip it, before pushing back once more. His contentment is a chorus of praise, beautiful in its filth, and as his thighs tense, you slow—an attempt to edge him.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls.

Loki curls to your back and slips his hand between your legs. The skilful fingers tug at your clit—once, twice, and on the third, you explode. The force of your tense spills Loki over the edge, and heavy breaths filling the bedroom as the two of you tumble through climax.

You turn your head as the panting subsides, kissing the soft skin beneath his eye.

“I missed you,” you whisper, but as you try to slid his cock free from your body, he pulls you closer.

“Don’t let me go,” he says. “Not yet.”

“Never.”

His smile grows against your skin as the first chink of dawn spills through the crack in the curtains. He catches your lips with a final, tender thrust inside you, his body radiating the same warmth as the beat of the heart thumping between your shoulder-blades.

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Thrown - Chapter 52: World Enough and Time

(Final Chapter)

Summary: New Asgard celebrates with a Midsummer ball

Word Count: 3,934

Author's Note: Happy solstice, everyone. :)

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Loki stood in his full Asgardian regalia in front of a mirror conjured in their living room. He smoothed his hair and took in his reflection, his lip twitched at the juxtaposition it presented. There he was, in his royal armor, green and black and gold in crisp lines, while in the background was their humble Midgardian living room, with its worn furniture and cob webs in the corners. He considered for a moment what some former version of himself might have said about this scene. Something sharp and pointed, most likely, born out of naivete and of service to no one. Today he was merely amused by the contrast.

Thor appeared beside him and Loki gestured with his hand, the mirror extended to accommodate his brother's reflection as well. He then glanced down at Thor's stomach, and the mirror widened a few more inches. This earned him a punch on the arm and he chuckled as he rubbed away the twinge. The two princes stood and observed their images, straightening a belt here or a lock of hair there.

"Not bad, overall." Thor suggested. "Some of us have more room for improvement than others." "Oh, brother, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself." Loki answered with a good-natured scoff.

Loki picked up his helm, if one could call it that. It was hardly something to be worn into battle, at least not for long. The crown of it was open, as was the nape. Truly, it was little more than a band that circled his brow, with guards coming down on either side of his jaw. It was still the familiar polished gold, with his traditional horns arching up and back, of course. He lifted the headpiece into place and studied his appearance again. The open design was appealing, to be sure, neatly framing his face. It was certainly more... approachable than a full helm. He supposed that he was unlikely to take any blows to the head tonight, at any rate.

Thor had a headpiece to match,in a muted silver with wings, naturally. He donned his as well and the two brothers stood side-by-side, irrefutably sons of Asgard.

"Just like the old days." Thor grinned. Loki smirked. "Not quite."

The brothers made their way down the road toward the hall. The town was lively. It was early yet, but still there were glimpses of formal attire and courtly clothes. The styles were largely Asgardian, but Loki recognized fabrics that were clearly Khadija's handiwork. When they arrived at the hall they were met by Valkyrie, in her ceremonial armor, sword at her hip. She greeted the brothers each in turn with a bracing handshake.

Loki looked around expectantly, then frowned. "I thought she was with you this afternoon." "Yeah. She said you had to wait for the festivities to start." He grunted. "Outrageous." "I did take a picture+ of her in the dress." "Oh, excellent!" Loki waited with anticipation. She made no move. His face fell as realization hit. "That was entirely uncalled for." "And yet it was so satisfying." Thor laughed his approval.

There was still work being done inside the hall. Final arrangements were being made, food was being laid out, musicians were arriving and warming up. Thor took a breath. "Not long now."

Loki couldn't recall whose idea it was originally, but it had been decided that on this momentous occasion of their first celebration, he, Thor, and Valkyrie would stand outside the entrance to the hall and greet the attendees as they arrived. The three occupied themselves by lending a hand where needed and making their own final adjustments. Time passed quickly in these hours counting down, and before long the trio were standing before the doors.

Thor placed his hand on the latch and looked to Loki and Valkyrie expectantly. "Ready?" Valkyrie nodded. "Lets get this started." They pushed open the doors and stepped outside to a crowd of cheers. "Welcome, all!" Thor boomed with arms spread wide. He stood aside with Loki and Val as the crowd began moving through.

Not every guest stopped to address them, but most did. At first, Loki kept a weather eye on the crowd, watching for you. However, he quickly lost sight of that goal in the process of greeting the revelers. He was surprised to realize how many of their names he knew. Of course, he expected to know the Asgardians, as well as the humans he knew would be attending such as Brynjar, Khadija, Hani. But then here was Lukas, a vendor he knew from the market, then Selma, from the library, Fredrik, a patron of your stall. It slowly dawned on him that he had a connection with nearly every hand he shook.

He was bidding his well wishes to Sigrid, the Æsir baker, when he heard Thor's tone change. It had shifted from his general jovial greeting to a boisterous exclamation. "Oh! Look at you! A vision!" Loki turned in time to see him wrapping someone in a hug, and when he heard your laughter bubbling out from the embrace his full attention was given to the scene. It took several frustrating seconds for his brother to finish speaking to you and move out of the damn way. Finally, Thor moved on to the next guest and you stepped forward and stood before Loki.

Loki was always reluctant to admit when Thor was right, but you truly were a vision. The dress was exquisite. The cut of it was unsurpassed, it flowed across your figure as if it were a part of you. What truly struck him, however, were the colors. Emerald greens patterned with deep blacks, trimmed and accented with gold. He had often dreamed of you dressed in his colors, but seeing it in reality--in this Asgardian style, no less--stirred something deeper than he expected. You were his, undoubtedly and without question.

"You should probably say something." You said quietly. He shook himself out of his awe, and smiled. "You look...." He struggled, there didn't seem to be a word that was suitable. "You look beautiful." You glanced up at his helm. "You're looking pretty spectacular yourself." He took your hand and brought it to his lips. "Welcome to the Midsummer Ball." "Thank you, your highness." Electricity spun along his spine. Something about your voice, seeing you dressed like that and speaking to him this way, was almost too much to bear. He kept hold of your hand, and found himself grateful that the layers of his armor would conceal just how much you were affecting him. The look in your eye said that you knew, regardless.

He then noticed your necklace, there resting on your collarbone was the pendant he had given you. The bird in flight, carved in green stone, but its plain black cord had been replaced. It was now set in scrolling gold wirework, which hugged the base of your neck. It was, just as the rest of your outfit, the perfect highlight to your features. He opened his mouth to comment on it when Valkyrie cut in.

"Alright, loverboy, let her go. We've got people waiting." You chuckled. He gently squeezed your hand, then released it. "I'll see you inside." You offered him one last smile before moving on.

He greeted the next citizen but surreptitiously watched you speaking to Valkyrie and walking into the hall. The dress accentuated everything about you that he most adored. He made a mental note to gift Elof a generous bonus of some sort.

Eventually the crowd dwindled, and Thor, Loki, and Valkyrie made their way inside as well. The hall was filled with eager conversation, drinks were already in hand but the revelers were waiting. Thor made his way to the dais, Loki and Valkyrie stood in their places behind him, on either side. Each of them were passed a goblet. Asbjorn's Asgardian liquor. The scent that wafted up was tantalizingly familiar, and yet still not quite recognizable. Loki searched the assembly, but couldn't find your face. No matter. He knew you were there.

Thor looked down at his cup and thanked Asbjorn for his work. He looked out over the crowd and the people grew silent.

"Kinsmen, neighbors, friends. I am so proud to be standing with you tonight. We should all be proud. Our journey has been a challenge. It has been a tragedy. We have experienced losses far beyond what any just universe would lay on our shoulders. And yet here we stand.

"We will never again be what we were. This is undeniable. It is our right to mourn our loss, and we do. We will always carry that with us, but our strength is such that we can carry that weight even while we build again. And we do this also.

"What we had is gone, and we are no longer what we once were. Let us drink to Asgard." He took a somber sip from his goblet, the crowd followed suit.

"This night, however, is about what we have. We have taken the fragments of ourselves and rearranged them. We have added new pieces, fashioned from our resilience, fashioned from the grace afforded to us by others. In doing so we have forged something entirely new. It is something no one could have imagined, something spectacular, but more than anything, it is something that is distinctly ours.

"This hall," he gestured with his cup to the building around him, "was built by the hands of men and Æsir alike. It is a testament to this novel life we are leading now. It's a symbol of what we've created. We arrived on this shore with nearly nothing, and we have built a place where we can be whoever it is that we are now. A singular achievement, unlike anything seen before. We will never again be what we were, but what we are now is something worthwhile.

"To speak to the heart of it; we have a home, we have allies, we have each other." Thor raised his goblet to the crowd. "Let us drink to New Asgard."

The celebrants raised their glasses and drank with their leader, then broke into applause.

Thor raised his hand and declared over the quieting congregation, "And let those be the last sober words I speak tonight!" The crowd erupted in cheers as he drained his goblet and threw the empty vessel to the ground. The room was an absolute roar of merriment.

Thor turned to Loki and shouted over the din. "How'd I do?" Loki clapped his brother on the back. "It wasn't a complete embarrassment." Thor laughed. "Thank you, brother." He then turned to receive congratulations from an approaching citizen.

Loki looked out into the crowd, searching for you again, but it became clear it would have to wait. People were coming forward to express their praises to him and Thor, others were pushing about, trying begin the festivities. The musicians were starting their first number, food was being served. He stood with Thor on the dais for quite some time, there were a few journalists to speak to and photos needed to be taken. Eventually, the excitement settled down into a comfortable baseline, there were no longer any immediate responsibilities for the princes, and Loki set off into the throng.

When he found you, you were entertaining a group of old warriors. One of them must have asked about your scar, because you were regaling them with a story about wrestling a sea serpent. You certainly knew your audience. Loki came and stood beside you, listening with pride. You received the appropriate amount of laughter and amiable admiration when your tale culminated in strangling the beast with your bare hands.

Loki stepped closer and placed a hand on your back. "I beg your pardon, gentlemen, but the music is playing, and I have not yet had the pleasure of a dance with the lady." "Aye, you better take her to the floor before I do." The rest agreed, you laughed, and took Loki's arm when he offered it.

The two of you reached the dance floor just as a new song was beginning. Loki took your hand in his, placed his other at your waist and you fell into form with your free hand on his shoulder. "A bit more space, this time." You noted. "You were divine while dodging furniture, I can't wait to see how much your skills improve without the hindrance." You had only enough time for a short laugh before the song started properly and he began leading you around the room.

At the start, your movements were nervous, as they had been those months ago in your kitchen. You kept your eyes down, watching your feet. And as he had those months ago in your kitchen, Loki took the opportunity to savor your presence unobstructed. Ultimately, though, he took pity on your nerves.

He leaned close and spoke low. "You were wise to keep me from seeing you in this dress before tonight." You took your eyes off the floor, finally looking to him. He continued. "Had I seen you like this in the privacy of your home, it's quite possible I would have torn it off you immediately." The corner of your mouth tilted upward. "I figured. Maybe I know you better than you know yourself?" "I'm open to the possibility." He raised his brows. "I expect there will be an opportunity for a private viewing later?" "I'm open to the possibility." You glanced up at his helm again. "Maybe if those horns are present." "That can certainly be arranged." He growled.

He noted that your steps had become more confident. He capitalized on it by pulling you close for a dip. You rewarded him with a laugh and a bright smile as he brought you back upright and continued sweeping you across the floor.

"Your necklace is very lovely." He observed. "But it hardly seems appropriate for everyday wear." Somehow, you saw right through him. "The pendant is removable. It'll be back on its cord tomorrow." He did his best not to appear overly-relieved. "Ah, the best of both worlds, then." You smiled. "I wanted a piece of you with me tonight, but I wouldn't give up having a piece of you with me every day." "You will always have a piece of me with you." He murmured. You sweetly kissed his cheek and kept time with his steps.

Loki found he was not satisfied with this. He was, quite suddenly, overwhelmed by how inadequate it felt. The song was drawing to its end, but he stopped short a few beats early. He pulled you close against him and drew you into a kiss. The way his lips sought yours was almost desperate, which went against reason. You were here and you were his. But then, that had not always been the case, had it? He needed you to know that anything else would be unacceptable for him. He kissed you with an urgent drive to make it clear that the world as it was in this instant was all he ever wanted. That it granted him all that he could have ever hoped for. He was breathless when he finally pulled back. Later, when Loki would look back on this moment, it would seem to him that you were the only person in the room, though of course he knew that could not be true. He watched as you breathed a contented sigh and when your eyes met his he knew that you understood. Every aching sentiment was reflected back to him in your expression.

He cupped your cheek in his hand and closed his eyes as his nose brushed against yours. "Thank you," he said quietly, "for the dance." "My pleasure." was your whispered response.

The both of you realized, simultaneously, that the next song was beginning, and quickly moved out of the way of the dancers. It was in that moment that Loki caught sight of Thor moving through the audience, searching. He pursed his lips.

Loki took both of your hands in his. "I'm afraid I must be off." "Oh?" "Yes." He looked up, scanning the crowd. "Thor is looking for Hani, and I absolutely cannot allow him to dance with her before I do." You laughed. "Of course not." You leaned toward him conspiratorially. "Last I saw her was by one of the dessert tables, but it's been a few minutes." "Excellent." He moved to step away but you grabbed his arm. "Which way did Thor go?" He gestured. "That direction. Why?" You smirked. "It occurred to me that I haven't congratulated him on his speech yet." "Oh, my love." He fondly squeezed your hand before the two of you set off in opposite directions.

**

Loki twirled Hani across the dance floor, and threw a grin to the glowering Thor on the sidelines. The girl giggled with every spin, and Loki even performed a few lifts, for good measure. His gloating was going quite well, until Thor traipsed onto the scene with you in his arms. Loki shot you a scandalized look but you only laughed as his brother spun you in exaggerated steps. "Oh, sister, you dance so well!" Thor practically shouted as he passed. "So light on your feet!" Loki responded by flourishing Hani away and back, accented by her delighted squeal. This led to Thor making more outrageous moves, of course. By the end of it Loki had gotten his seiðr involved, and Thor had more or less continuously carried you for several measures. Naturally, when the song ended, they traded partners.

After the dancing there was food and drink and then more dancing. There were stories and singing and then food again. In a moment of respite, Loki sat at a table with you and Valkyrie. There was such a variety of food at the banquet that it was impossible to sample it all, but you and Val were making a valiant effort.

"Bless Asbjorn and his kids." Valkyrie muttered as she took a swig of her drink. You smiled. "Tastes like home?" "It does now."

"SISTER!" Thor bellowed and fell into the chair beside you. He had clearly been making good use of Asbjorn's craft himself. "How are you enjoying the evening?" You looked thoroughly amused. "Not as much as you, it seems." "Ah! My brother needs to make himself more useful." He reached across you and shook Loki's shoulder, which Loki immediately brushed away. "He should be showing you the time of your life!" You laughed. "Don't worry, I am having a great night." "I am so very glad that you are here with us. Loki needs a soul like yours to keep him in check." Loki rolled his eyes while you suppressed a giggle. Thor raised a finger and leaned closer. "Did you know," he seemed to think he had lowered his voice, but reality begged to differ, "there was a time when my brother was certain you were a witch?" "Hah!" Valkyrie barked a laugh over her cup. "Oh, really?" You looked at Loki with raised brows and he knew immediately that he would be hearing of this for years to come. Thor nodded. "Indeed. A witch." "It was a passing theory." Loki muttered. "He was convinced!" Thor slapped the table. "He had evidence!" Your smirk was positively dangerous as you locked eyes with Loki. "Maybe he was right. Maybe I am a witch." Loki smoothly slid into a smirk of his own. "I would believe it," he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, "for I am enchanted." You bit your lip to keep your grin in check. "Ugh." Valkyrie stood. "I need another drink to deal with this." "Oh, a drink? I'll join you." Thor wandered after her.

The two of you left alone, you propped your chin in your hand, looking very pleased with yourself. "Evidence?" "Thor has had quite a lot to drink." "I didn't hear you deny it." "Well, darling, you are magical in many ways." You rolled your eyes. "Be that way. I'll get the truth eventually."

The festivities went on, and the two of you sat and spoke, eating and drinking here and there while music drifted from the other side of the room. Soon you both were on your feet again, greeting friends, watching the revelry, and it was never very long before Loki felt the need to dance with you again. Gradually, as the night continued, he noticed the usual clues in your expression here and there. Small signs that he had become familiar with, telling him your energy was waning. You were enjoying yourself, certainly, but perhaps a rest was in order.

He placed his hand on your back and leaned in to your ear. "Would you like to take a walk?" You responded with a nod and he led you through the open doors out the back of the hall.

The field had its own share of revelers, and there was still music, but it was far quieter out here in the open air. Nearby, a group of Æsir were attempting to teach a traditional drinking song to a group of humans. Both parties were so far from sobriety that they were all getting roughly the same number of words correct.

You had long since traded your formal shoes for a pair that were more practical, and likewise Loki's helm had been put away. Elof apparently knew you well enough that he had fashioned some type of button and loop mechanism that you could arrange to keep your skirt up and off the grass. You and Loki wandered out into the field and stopped a distance from the bonfires, simply standing and watching the flames for a while.

"What is it about bonfires?" You mused. "I imagine it's some sort of symbolism. Light, life, sun." "Hmm. I think they're just nice to look at." Loki couldn't really argue.

You stood and watched for a few minutes more, and when Loki turned and began walking you followed, tucking your arm into his. He led you away from the hall, into the quiet dark of the surrounding hills. The singing and the crackling fires fell away, muted by the night.

Loki glanced up at the sky. "Blueberries are coming into season, I imagine?" You grinned. "There's a new moon coming up." He smirked. "Well, tradition is important." "I couldn't agree more."

He had covertly led you to the road leading to your cottage, on the outside edge of New Asgard. You stopped, looking back toward the hall, the bonfires flickering in the distance.

"We should probably head back now, right?" His brows peaked with concern. "I was going to suggest, perhaps we should go home for a short rest." You frowned, looking to the hall again, but you were clearly conflicted by the proposal. "I don't know. I hate to miss anything." "The celebrations will go on all night. Tomorrow even." He gently turned you toward home. "What happened to 'had we but world enough?'" He chuckled. "Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run, my little bird. We'll come back and enjoy it some more. We have plenty of time." He urged you forward and you allowed it, walking with him along the road. Still, you had objections. "It's the shortest night of the year." "Yes, that may be true." He smiled softly and laced his fingers with yours. "But it also goes on forever."

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[ozymdias]

I can't believe it is over.

When I found this story here on Tumblr, I got instantly attached to it, and I can't say that this attachment will pass.

I really enjoyed every single chapter, Maple. And I remember that I was soooo happy once I learned that a new chapter would come every Thursday, because this has always been my favorite day of the week, and It was so amazing that my favorite story would have a new chapter on that same day.

Thanks for everything, Maple. You have no idea how I appreciate it.

And please, keep me on your taglist, because I really want to read anything you wrote about Loki. You never disappoint.

See ya soon, friend, and again, thanks for everything

Thrown - Chapter 52: World Enough and Time

(Final Chapter)

Summary: New Asgard celebrates with a Midsummer ball

Word Count: 3,934

Author's Note: Happy solstice, everyone. :)

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Loki stood in his full Asgardian regalia in front of a mirror conjured in their living room. He smoothed his hair and took in his reflection, his lip twitched at the juxtaposition it presented. There he was, in his royal armor, green and black and gold in crisp lines, while in the background was their humble Midgardian living room, with its worn furniture and cob webs in the corners. He considered for a moment what some former version of himself might have said about this scene. Something sharp and pointed, most likely, born out of naivete and of service to no one. Today he was merely amused by the contrast.

Thor appeared beside him and Loki gestured with his hand, the mirror extended to accommodate his brother's reflection as well. He then glanced down at Thor's stomach, and the mirror widened a few more inches. This earned him a punch on the arm and he chuckled as he rubbed away the twinge. The two princes stood and observed their images, straightening a belt here or a lock of hair there.

"Not bad, overall." Thor suggested. "Some of us have more room for improvement than others." "Oh, brother, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself." Loki answered with a good-natured scoff.

Loki picked up his helm, if one could call it that. It was hardly something to be worn into battle, at least not for long. The crown of it was open, as was the nape. Truly, it was little more than a band that circled his brow, with guards coming down on either side of his jaw. It was still the familiar polished gold, with his traditional horns arching up and back, of course. He lifted the headpiece into place and studied his appearance again. The open design was appealing, to be sure, neatly framing his face. It was certainly more... approachable than a full helm. He supposed that he was unlikely to take any blows to the head tonight, at any rate.

Thor had a headpiece to match,in a muted silver with wings, naturally. He donned his as well and the two brothers stood side-by-side, irrefutably sons of Asgard.

"Just like the old days." Thor grinned. Loki smirked. "Not quite."

The brothers made their way down the road toward the hall. The town was lively. It was early yet, but still there were glimpses of formal attire and courtly clothes. The styles were largely Asgardian, but Loki recognized fabrics that were clearly Khadija's handiwork. When they arrived at the hall they were met by Valkyrie, in her ceremonial armor, sword at her hip. She greeted the brothers each in turn with a bracing handshake.

Loki looked around expectantly, then frowned. "I thought she was with you this afternoon." "Yeah. She said you had to wait for the festivities to start." He grunted. "Outrageous." "I did take a picture+ of her in the dress." "Oh, excellent!" Loki waited with anticipation. She made no move. His face fell as realization hit. "That was entirely uncalled for." "And yet it was so satisfying." Thor laughed his approval.

There was still work being done inside the hall. Final arrangements were being made, food was being laid out, musicians were arriving and warming up. Thor took a breath. "Not long now."

Loki couldn't recall whose idea it was originally, but it had been decided that on this momentous occasion of their first celebration, he, Thor, and Valkyrie would stand outside the entrance to the hall and greet the attendees as they arrived. The three occupied themselves by lending a hand where needed and making their own final adjustments. Time passed quickly in these hours counting down, and before long the trio were standing before the doors.

Thor placed his hand on the latch and looked to Loki and Valkyrie expectantly. "Ready?" Valkyrie nodded. "Lets get this started." They pushed open the doors and stepped outside to a crowd of cheers. "Welcome, all!" Thor boomed with arms spread wide. He stood aside with Loki and Val as the crowd began moving through.

Not every guest stopped to address them, but most did. At first, Loki kept a weather eye on the crowd, watching for you. However, he quickly lost sight of that goal in the process of greeting the revelers. He was surprised to realize how many of their names he knew. Of course, he expected to know the Asgardians, as well as the humans he knew would be attending such as Brynjar, Khadija, Hani. But then here was Lukas, a vendor he knew from the market, then Selma, from the library, Fredrik, a patron of your stall. It slowly dawned on him that he had a connection with nearly every hand he shook.

He was bidding his well wishes to Sigrid, the Æsir baker, when he heard Thor's tone change. It had shifted from his general jovial greeting to a boisterous exclamation. "Oh! Look at you! A vision!" Loki turned in time to see him wrapping someone in a hug, and when he heard your laughter bubbling out from the embrace his full attention was given to the scene. It took several frustrating seconds for his brother to finish speaking to you and move out of the damn way. Finally, Thor moved on to the next guest and you stepped forward and stood before Loki.

Loki was always reluctant to admit when Thor was right, but you truly were a vision. The dress was exquisite. The cut of it was unsurpassed, it flowed across your figure as if it were a part of you. What truly struck him, however, were the colors. Emerald greens patterned with deep blacks, trimmed and accented with gold. He had often dreamed of you dressed in his colors, but seeing it in reality--in this Asgardian style, no less--stirred something deeper than he expected. You were his, undoubtedly and without question.

"You should probably say something." You said quietly. He shook himself out of his awe, and smiled. "You look...." He struggled, there didn't seem to be a word that was suitable. "You look beautiful." You glanced up at his helm. "You're looking pretty spectacular yourself." He took your hand and brought it to his lips. "Welcome to the Midsummer Ball." "Thank you, your highness." Electricity spun along his spine. Something about your voice, seeing you dressed like that and speaking to him this way, was almost too much to bear. He kept hold of your hand, and found himself grateful that the layers of his armor would conceal just how much you were affecting him. The look in your eye said that you knew, regardless.

He then noticed your necklace, there resting on your collarbone was the pendant he had given you. The bird in flight, carved in green stone, but its plain black cord had been replaced. It was now set in scrolling gold wirework, which hugged the base of your neck. It was, just as the rest of your outfit, the perfect highlight to your features. He opened his mouth to comment on it when Valkyrie cut in.

"Alright, loverboy, let her go. We've got people waiting." You chuckled. He gently squeezed your hand, then released it. "I'll see you inside." You offered him one last smile before moving on.

He greeted the next citizen but surreptitiously watched you speaking to Valkyrie and walking into the hall. The dress accentuated everything about you that he most adored. He made a mental note to gift Elof a generous bonus of some sort.

Eventually the crowd dwindled, and Thor, Loki, and Valkyrie made their way inside as well. The hall was filled with eager conversation, drinks were already in hand but the revelers were waiting. Thor made his way to the dais, Loki and Valkyrie stood in their places behind him, on either side. Each of them were passed a goblet. Asbjorn's Asgardian liquor. The scent that wafted up was tantalizingly familiar, and yet still not quite recognizable. Loki searched the assembly, but couldn't find your face. No matter. He knew you were there.

Thor looked down at his cup and thanked Asbjorn for his work. He looked out over the crowd and the people grew silent.

"Kinsmen, neighbors, friends. I am so proud to be standing with you tonight. We should all be proud. Our journey has been a challenge. It has been a tragedy. We have experienced losses far beyond what any just universe would lay on our shoulders. And yet here we stand.

"We will never again be what we were. This is undeniable. It is our right to mourn our loss, and we do. We will always carry that with us, but our strength is such that we can carry that weight even while we build again. And we do this also.

"What we had is gone, and we are no longer what we once were. Let us drink to Asgard." He took a somber sip from his goblet, the crowd followed suit.

"This night, however, is about what we have. We have taken the fragments of ourselves and rearranged them. We have added new pieces, fashioned from our resilience, fashioned from the grace afforded to us by others. In doing so we have forged something entirely new. It is something no one could have imagined, something spectacular, but more than anything, it is something that is distinctly ours.

"This hall," he gestured with his cup to the building around him, "was built by the hands of men and Æsir alike. It is a testament to this novel life we are leading now. It's a symbol of what we've created. We arrived on this shore with nearly nothing, and we have built a place where we can be whoever it is that we are now. A singular achievement, unlike anything seen before. We will never again be what we were, but what we are now is something worthwhile.

"To speak to the heart of it; we have a home, we have allies, we have each other." Thor raised his goblet to the crowd. "Let us drink to New Asgard."

The celebrants raised their glasses and drank with their leader, then broke into applause.

Thor raised his hand and declared over the quieting congregation, "And let those be the last sober words I speak tonight!" The crowd erupted in cheers as he drained his goblet and threw the empty vessel to the ground. The room was an absolute roar of merriment.

Thor turned to Loki and shouted over the din. "How'd I do?" Loki clapped his brother on the back. "It wasn't a complete embarrassment." Thor laughed. "Thank you, brother." He then turned to receive congratulations from an approaching citizen.

Loki looked out into the crowd, searching for you again, but it became clear it would have to wait. People were coming forward to express their praises to him and Thor, others were pushing about, trying begin the festivities. The musicians were starting their first number, food was being served. He stood with Thor on the dais for quite some time, there were a few journalists to speak to and photos needed to be taken. Eventually, the excitement settled down into a comfortable baseline, there were no longer any immediate responsibilities for the princes, and Loki set off into the throng.

When he found you, you were entertaining a group of old warriors. One of them must have asked about your scar, because you were regaling them with a story about wrestling a sea serpent. You certainly knew your audience. Loki came and stood beside you, listening with pride. You received the appropriate amount of laughter and amiable admiration when your tale culminated in strangling the beast with your bare hands.

Loki stepped closer and placed a hand on your back. "I beg your pardon, gentlemen, but the music is playing, and I have not yet had the pleasure of a dance with the lady." "Aye, you better take her to the floor before I do." The rest agreed, you laughed, and took Loki's arm when he offered it.

The two of you reached the dance floor just as a new song was beginning. Loki took your hand in his, placed his other at your waist and you fell into form with your free hand on his shoulder. "A bit more space, this time." You noted. "You were divine while dodging furniture, I can't wait to see how much your skills improve without the hindrance." You had only enough time for a short laugh before the song started properly and he began leading you around the room.

At the start, your movements were nervous, as they had been those months ago in your kitchen. You kept your eyes down, watching your feet. And as he had those months ago in your kitchen, Loki took the opportunity to savor your presence unobstructed. Ultimately, though, he took pity on your nerves.

He leaned close and spoke low. "You were wise to keep me from seeing you in this dress before tonight." You took your eyes off the floor, finally looking to him. He continued. "Had I seen you like this in the privacy of your home, it's quite possible I would have torn it off you immediately." The corner of your mouth tilted upward. "I figured. Maybe I know you better than you know yourself?" "I'm open to the possibility." He raised his brows. "I expect there will be an opportunity for a private viewing later?" "I'm open to the possibility." You glanced up at his helm again. "Maybe if those horns are present." "That can certainly be arranged." He growled.

He noted that your steps had become more confident. He capitalized on it by pulling you close for a dip. You rewarded him with a laugh and a bright smile as he brought you back upright and continued sweeping you across the floor.

"Your necklace is very lovely." He observed. "But it hardly seems appropriate for everyday wear." Somehow, you saw right through him. "The pendant is removable. It'll be back on its cord tomorrow." He did his best not to appear overly-relieved. "Ah, the best of both worlds, then." You smiled. "I wanted a piece of you with me tonight, but I wouldn't give up having a piece of you with me every day." "You will always have a piece of me with you." He murmured. You sweetly kissed his cheek and kept time with his steps.

Loki found he was not satisfied with this. He was, quite suddenly, overwhelmed by how inadequate it felt. The song was drawing to its end, but he stopped short a few beats early. He pulled you close against him and drew you into a kiss. The way his lips sought yours was almost desperate, which went against reason. You were here and you were his. But then, that had not always been the case, had it? He needed you to know that anything else would be unacceptable for him. He kissed you with an urgent drive to make it clear that the world as it was in this instant was all he ever wanted. That it granted him all that he could have ever hoped for. He was breathless when he finally pulled back. Later, when Loki would look back on this moment, it would seem to him that you were the only person in the room, though of course he knew that could not be true. He watched as you breathed a contented sigh and when your eyes met his he knew that you understood. Every aching sentiment was reflected back to him in your expression.

He cupped your cheek in his hand and closed his eyes as his nose brushed against yours. "Thank you," he said quietly, "for the dance." "My pleasure." was your whispered response.

The both of you realized, simultaneously, that the next song was beginning, and quickly moved out of the way of the dancers. It was in that moment that Loki caught sight of Thor moving through the audience, searching. He pursed his lips.

Loki took both of your hands in his. "I'm afraid I must be off." "Oh?" "Yes." He looked up, scanning the crowd. "Thor is looking for Hani, and I absolutely cannot allow him to dance with her before I do." You laughed. "Of course not." You leaned toward him conspiratorially. "Last I saw her was by one of the dessert tables, but it's been a few minutes." "Excellent." He moved to step away but you grabbed his arm. "Which way did Thor go?" He gestured. "That direction. Why?" You smirked. "It occurred to me that I haven't congratulated him on his speech yet." "Oh, my love." He fondly squeezed your hand before the two of you set off in opposite directions.

**

Loki twirled Hani across the dance floor, and threw a grin to the glowering Thor on the sidelines. The girl giggled with every spin, and Loki even performed a few lifts, for good measure. His gloating was going quite well, until Thor traipsed onto the scene with you in his arms. Loki shot you a scandalized look but you only laughed as his brother spun you in exaggerated steps. "Oh, sister, you dance so well!" Thor practically shouted as he passed. "So light on your feet!" Loki responded by flourishing Hani away and back, accented by her delighted squeal. This led to Thor making more outrageous moves, of course. By the end of it Loki had gotten his seiðr involved, and Thor had more or less continuously carried you for several measures. Naturally, when the song ended, they traded partners.

After the dancing there was food and drink and then more dancing. There were stories and singing and then food again. In a moment of respite, Loki sat at a table with you and Valkyrie. There was such a variety of food at the banquet that it was impossible to sample it all, but you and Val were making a valiant effort.

"Bless Asbjorn and his kids." Valkyrie muttered as she took a swig of her drink. You smiled. "Tastes like home?" "It does now."

"SISTER!" Thor bellowed and fell into the chair beside you. He had clearly been making good use of Asbjorn's craft himself. "How are you enjoying the evening?" You looked thoroughly amused. "Not as much as you, it seems." "Ah! My brother needs to make himself more useful." He reached across you and shook Loki's shoulder, which Loki immediately brushed away. "He should be showing you the time of your life!" You laughed. "Don't worry, I am having a great night." "I am so very glad that you are here with us. Loki needs a soul like yours to keep him in check." Loki rolled his eyes while you suppressed a giggle. Thor raised a finger and leaned closer. "Did you know," he seemed to think he had lowered his voice, but reality begged to differ, "there was a time when my brother was certain you were a witch?" "Hah!" Valkyrie barked a laugh over her cup. "Oh, really?" You looked at Loki with raised brows and he knew immediately that he would be hearing of this for years to come. Thor nodded. "Indeed. A witch." "It was a passing theory." Loki muttered. "He was convinced!" Thor slapped the table. "He had evidence!" Your smirk was positively dangerous as you locked eyes with Loki. "Maybe he was right. Maybe I am a witch." Loki smoothly slid into a smirk of his own. "I would believe it," he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, "for I am enchanted." You bit your lip to keep your grin in check. "Ugh." Valkyrie stood. "I need another drink to deal with this." "Oh, a drink? I'll join you." Thor wandered after her.

The two of you left alone, you propped your chin in your hand, looking very pleased with yourself. "Evidence?" "Thor has had quite a lot to drink." "I didn't hear you deny it." "Well, darling, you are magical in many ways." You rolled your eyes. "Be that way. I'll get the truth eventually."

The festivities went on, and the two of you sat and spoke, eating and drinking here and there while music drifted from the other side of the room. Soon you both were on your feet again, greeting friends, watching the revelry, and it was never very long before Loki felt the need to dance with you again. Gradually, as the night continued, he noticed the usual clues in your expression here and there. Small signs that he had become familiar with, telling him your energy was waning. You were enjoying yourself, certainly, but perhaps a rest was in order.

He placed his hand on your back and leaned in to your ear. "Would you like to take a walk?" You responded with a nod and he led you through the open doors out the back of the hall.

The field had its own share of revelers, and there was still music, but it was far quieter out here in the open air. Nearby, a group of Æsir were attempting to teach a traditional drinking song to a group of humans. Both parties were so far from sobriety that they were all getting roughly the same number of words correct.

You had long since traded your formal shoes for a pair that were more practical, and likewise Loki's helm had been put away. Elof apparently knew you well enough that he had fashioned some type of button and loop mechanism that you could arrange to keep your skirt up and off the grass. You and Loki wandered out into the field and stopped a distance from the bonfires, simply standing and watching the flames for a while.

"What is it about bonfires?" You mused. "I imagine it's some sort of symbolism. Light, life, sun." "Hmm. I think they're just nice to look at." Loki couldn't really argue.

You stood and watched for a few minutes more, and when Loki turned and began walking you followed, tucking your arm into his. He led you away from the hall, into the quiet dark of the surrounding hills. The singing and the crackling fires fell away, muted by the night.

Loki glanced up at the sky. "Blueberries are coming into season, I imagine?" You grinned. "There's a new moon coming up." He smirked. "Well, tradition is important." "I couldn't agree more."

He had covertly led you to the road leading to your cottage, on the outside edge of New Asgard. You stopped, looking back toward the hall, the bonfires flickering in the distance.

"We should probably head back now, right?" His brows peaked with concern. "I was going to suggest, perhaps we should go home for a short rest." You frowned, looking to the hall again, but you were clearly conflicted by the proposal. "I don't know. I hate to miss anything." "The celebrations will go on all night. Tomorrow even." He gently turned you toward home. "What happened to 'had we but world enough?'" He chuckled. "Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run, my little bird. We'll come back and enjoy it some more. We have plenty of time." He urged you forward and you allowed it, walking with him along the road. Still, you had objections. "It's the shortest night of the year." "Yes, that may be true." He smiled softly and laced his fingers with yours. "But it also goes on forever."

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[ozymdias]

NOW HOLD ON A MINUTE

I love that she's not letting him see the dress, cause Loki's like a cat, curious about everything and anything, BUT OMG FRIEND, THE SUN IS SHINING ON THEM AGAIN???????? I'M CRYING

That was so perfect, I have no words

And I would say that this was the most beautiful chapter of Thrown, but again, I think I've said that before and I believe I'm still going to say that in the future again.

Thank you for that, Maple. The sun is shining on us right now 💓

Thrown - Chapter 51: Solstice

Summary: The final preparations for are made for the longest days of the year.

Word Count: 2,192

Author's Note: Here we are, the penultimate chapter. Come back Saturday for the end.

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"This is absurd." Loki scoffed. You shrugged, unaffected, packing a few tools and supplies into a cardboard box. "My dress, my rules." "If I don't see it beforehand, how can I know that it's appropriate for the occasion? If I'm to be seen with you then surely I should be aware." You cocked a brow. "You doubt Elof's skills? Should I tell him?" He frowned. Elof was unquestionably the best tailor around. Losing his favor would be unwise. Loki sulked and crossed his arms. "No. Obviously I would never call Elof's craftsmanship into question." "Great." You closed up the box. "Then it sounds like we don't have a problem."

Loki rounded the table, trying one last bid. "What if there is some adjustment that needs to be made?" "Well it would be too late now anyway, wouldn't it?" You poked him in the chest. "You'll just have to wait until tomorrow." "Darling," he took your hand with slanted brows, "had we but world enough and time...." You rolled your eyes and pulled your hand away. "It's one night. Stop being dramatic." You picked up the box and started toward the door. Loki scowled, glancing toward your bedroom and calling to you across the room. "Suppose I simply go have a look for myself? There are only so many places it might be." "It's not here at all." You called back. "Val agreed to hold onto it for me." "Traitor to the crown!" He hissed as he crossed the room, where you were waiting. "I'll see to it that she is punished." You smiled sweetly. "I'm sure you will." You nodded toward the door, which he opened and followed you through.

"There was a time when my threats were respected." Loki muttered as he walked down the road beside you. "I'm not sure how circumstances have changed so drastically." "You're not allowed to walk with me if you're going to pout the whole way." "I am not pouting." "What do you call it, then?" You shifted the box in your arms for a better grip. "Do you really intend to carry that all the way?" You looked at him sidelong. "A gentleman would have asked to take it by now." He smirked. "Ah, there's the trouble. I'm no gentleman. You can ask anyone. They'll all tell you the same: I'm a scoundrel." The box vanished in a ripple of green light. With your hands now free, you wore a thoughtful smile and laced your fingers with his. "I think maybe you're both." He brought your joined hands up to his lips to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Your good opinion is the only one I seek." "I never said it was good." He chuckled and squeezed your hand.

He only noticed now, but your pendant was missing from your ensemble. Unusual, he had quite possibly never seen you without it since he first presented it to you. "You aren't wearing your necklace." "I am not." Loki narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't an answer." You cocked your head with a smile. "I don't believe there was a question." A valid point, he conceded. "Well, I think-" "How's Thor doing, with everything?" He studied you for a moment. Clearly you had every intention of wriggling out of this line of questioning. He could circle back later. "He's worked himself into a near-frantic state. I feel like his mother, chasing after him to make sure he's eating and sleeping. It's ridiculous." You frowned. "Have there been any issues?" "No!" Loki threw his hand in the air. "That's the most ridiculous part. Everything seems to be going perfectly! It's almost as if he can't believe he's doing something well." He looked at you meaningfully. "I may need to enlist your nefarious skills to convince him to take a break this evening." You chuckled. "I'm always up for an underhanded good deed." He smiled softly. "This I know."

**

The hall truly was impressive. Not only the size, which was grand, but aesthetically it was the perfect representation of New Asgard. The materials largely fit in with the town's original Nordic style, but the form was reminiscent of their home realm. The building swept upward in ways that seemed to defy gravity, but where on Asgard much of it would have been gilded, here the stone and plaster finish remained. The pillars of the facade were much the same shape as one could have seen in the palace, and they were similarly carved with intricate knots, but these were wood rather than a polished gold or bronze. Thor had worked extensively with the designers to ensure that this hall fit the vision he had for their people, and it certainly paid off. The end result had the effect of being familiar, and traditional to Asgard, while also integrating here in their new home. Loki would have stopped to admire the building a bit longer, but he could tell you were anxious to see inside, so he wasted no time leading you through the door.

Inside the hall was a flurry of activity. Dozens of people bustling this way and that, hanging decorations, arranging tables and chairs, organizing supplies. Looking around, Loki would guess that the people working were an even mix of Æsir and humans. You stood in appreciative wonder, taking in the scene. Thor was nearby, holding a clipboard and speaking seriously with someone who was rolling a cart of kegs. Asbjorn and his sons had made a significant quantity of Asgardian spirits, and great care was being taken to ensure that they were clearly identified, marked, and segregated from the human liquors. Thor finished whatever his instruction might have been, the man dutifully continued on with his cart, and Thor took notice of the two of you.

He grinned and called your name, waving you over with the clipboard. You couldn't seem to keep your eyes in one place as you approached. "Thor, this is amazing! I've only seen it from the outside." He chuckled and spread his arms. "Well-met, and welcome to the hall of New Asgard." You gave him a knowing look. "I heard it's called Bilskirnir." Thor looked away bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck. "A nickname some have taken to calling it. The hall hasn't been given its name yet." "I have a feeling it's going to stick." You spoke with a smile. Thor shook his head and brushed off the comment. "Come, there is a little time, I can quickly acquaint you with the place."

Thor pointed out the banquet tables, which were already being laid out with warming plates, then here were the tables for guests, the dance floor, the space where the musicians were setting their chairs. He brought you onto the dais where he would stand and make his speech tomorrow night. He showed you the doors that open to the field out back. This hallway led to the kitchens, which were well-occupied, whereas these stairs led up to rooms that would one day serve to host guests. You were thoroughly impressed with all of it, naturally. As he brought you back to where he began, your gaze drifted up to the rafters. They were large dark wood beams, each was carved with runes, which had then been accented by gold leaf. The beams encircled and criss-crossed the room.

You pointed upward. "What do those say?" "They are names." Thor looked up at the rafters. "Of those we lost. So they are still here with us, where we celebrate." You bit your lip and stood quietly for a moment while your eyes traced the room again. "There's so many. I... I knew it was a lot, but seeing them all...." Thor patted your shoulder. "Yes. But we are still here, and we carry them with us as we can." You nodded as you looked up again at the rafters. "This was a great idea." "It was Loki who suggested it." You looked at Loki with an expression that made his heart swell. He gave a noncommittal shrug. "He's misremembering, I'm sure." Suddenly you had an arm around each of their necks, pulling them into a hug. You held them close and spoke softly. "Oh, boys, I'm so proud of you." Loki was grateful his face was hidden.

You stepped back and took a breath. "Okay, tour's over. Time to get to work." You surveyed the space, and presumably the tasks you intended to address, then turned to Loki. "Could you put my box over there?" Loki obliged, and your box of supplies appeared as directed. "Thank you. And now I think you two have your daily walk?" Thor grimaced. "Oh, I don't think so. There are still so many things to do." "Then how lucky we are that we have so many people to do them." You chirped cheerfully as you gestured to those working throughout the room. "Truly, there just isn't time-" "Sure there is." You slipped the clipboard out of his hands before Thor even recognized what was happening. "We can manage for a few minutes without you." "But..." He looked to Loki helplessly. Loki shook his head. "I find it's easier not to fight it." You scoffed. "You fight me every time." Loki smirked as he leaned toward you. "Well, that's because I enjoy a challenge." "I simply can't." Thor cut in with what was likely meant to be a firm tone. "Of course you can." You easily dodged Thor's attempt to retrieve the clipboard. "Go on, I promise to save some work for you to do when you get back." You had turned him by the shoulder and were pushing him toward the door.

"Loki, please." Thor pleaded over his shoulder. Loki was following behind casually. "Brother, I don't know why you are still laboring under the delusion that either of us have a say in this matter." He placed a sympathetic hand on Thor's shoulder as he began walking him to the door. "Bending to her will is really the only option." "That's the spirit!" You quipped with a smile and hung back as they continued forward. "Have a good time! We'll still be here." "I... I suppose a short break...." Thor relented as his feet carried him outside.

Loki looked over his shoulder and shot you a wink. You flashed a proud smile before turning on your heel and setting to task.

**

"-and it's completely ludicrous." Loki fumed. "She refuses to let me see the dress at all before tomorrow evening." Thor nodded sagely. "It's understandable. The dress is very becoming, I can see why she would prefer the reveal to be a surprise." "You've seen-!" Loki stopped short and carefully studied Thor, who had continued a few paces before turning back to his brother with a blank expression. Loki narrowed his eyes. "She did not show you the dress." Thor laughed and kept walking. "It suits her so well, you'll be very pleased with it." Loki quickly caught up. "I know she didn't show it to you." "You don't believe me. Here, let's ask her now." Thor was pulling out his phone. "Don't bother. I already know, she would catch onto your game and give the same obfuscating answers. Absolutely infuriating, the both of you." Thor broke into a hearty chuckle.

Their walk brought them out of the town, away from the road, into the surrounding hills. "There has been talk lately," Thor ventured, with eyes cast firmly to the ground as he walked, "among the townsfolk, the elders. They've been speaking of a coronation." "Hm. Rightly so." Thor looked surprised. He nodded. "You are so very different from the Thor that I once knew." Loki glanced at him for just a moment before looking forward again. "The Thor I knew was brash, careless, boastful. Not someone ready for the throne. I've seen you now; thoughtful, considerate, wise. You work hard for your people and take nothing for granted." He turned to meet Thor's eyes. "You've grown into a great leader, and one that I would be honored to call my king." Thor did not respond immediately. They walked on for a moment more before he finally cleared his throat. "Thank you, brother." "Certainly."

They came to a stop at the crest of a hill. In the distance the hall was visible, as well as the field behind it, cast golden in the late afternoon. They could see people making preparations for Midsummer; moving furniture about, carrying supplies. Some were stacking wood for bonfires. Children were playing on maypoles. Figures scurried back and forth and from here it was difficult to tell which were human and which were Æsir.

They stood and watched in silence for several minutes. "Quite a sight." Loki finally remarked. "Agreed." Another moment was spent in quiet observation, when Loki turned to find Thor watching him with a strange, thoughtful look on his face. "What? What is it?"

Thor gave him a half smile. "I can't be certain what it will mean to you." He turned and looked out over the hills again. "But I happened to notice that the sun was shining."

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I'm sorry it took me so long to read that one 😭 cause I'm totally crying right now. He feels like he belongs, and that's the most wholesome thing in the world. I'm so happy about this chapter, you have no idea!

Thrown - Chapter 50: Threads of Fate

Summary: Loki contemplates textiles.

Word Count: 2,364

Author's Note: I can't believe we'll be finishing out this story next week. Surreal.

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New Asgard's harbor was teeming with activity. This is, of course, the nature of harbors, but right now it was exceptionally so. Between the fishing boats and other standard commerce it was busy enough on an average day, but Midsummer's steady approach meant a tremendous influx of supplies coming through the docks. Not only were the last of the materials for the final furnishing of the hall being delivered, but the ensuing ball had inspired a great leap in intake. Every craftsman, every vendor wanted to lend their hands to the event. Everyone wanted to contribute, and so a number of new commodities were making their way into the town every day.

With all the work to be done it had grown difficult to wrangle Thor away for their daily walk, but Loki was persistent, which is why they were now ambling along beside the docks. The Valkyrie had joined them this afternoon, as she had been instrumental in convincing Thor to leave his post.

"I'm so sick of Midsummer." Valkyrie groaned. "I can't wait for it to be done with." Thor chuckled. "It will be over soon enough." He glanced at Loki before grinning. "And then there will be next year." Another groan as she covered her face. "No, please! We can't do this all again." "I have to agree." Loki chimed. "Thank you, Loki." Valkyrie balked. "Words I never thought I would say." Thor looked at his brother skeptically. "You truly think we shouldn't do this again next year?" "Of course not." Loki waved the idea away. "Next year we'll be much more established. The hall will already be in place. The event should be twice as grand, at least." Thor broke into laughter while Valkyrie glared. "You're the worst." Loki only offered a satisfied smirk.

The trio meandered through the streets and eventually the brothers' humble home was in sight.

"Dinner?" Valkyrie offered. "I could eat. We could order something." Loki shook his head. "Leave me out of it." Valkyrie rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're still too good for pizza." Thor raised a brow. "I suspect he simply has other places to be." "Yes." Loki nodded. "But she was correct as well. Pizza is beneath me." Thor laughed as they reached the doorstep. "My own brother, I hardly see him." He gestured dramatically to the house behind him. "I assume he still lives here, but I can't be sure." Loki scoffed. "We have all the time to spend together." "I can recall when I believed that were true." Thor's tone was still light, but there was something swimming in his eyes that drew Loki's concern. "Whatever. It's nice having a break from him." Val muttered. "I'll never know what's wrong with her but bless her for taking him off our hands." With that she pushed past the princes and made her way inside, calling back over her shoulder that she would place the usual order.

Thor turned to follow her when Loki caught his elbow. "Thor, am I spending too much time away?" Thor smiled and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "We work together every day. We have time enough." He straightened and took a step back. "There are moments that may weigh on me, when I recall the times I thought I would never see you again. But that is my own burden." Loki stood quiet for a moment. "I'm not going anywhere." Thor wore a wry smile. "I know." He pat Loki on the shoulder as he shifted into a grin. "It seems I may never be rid of you. Now go see your lady. Give her my regards."

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Loki made his way down the road toward your home, thoroughly distracted by what Thor had said. He ruminated on what his brother might be carrying unseen. They often spoke of the past, even the parts of their history that didn't overlap with the other, but perhaps it was not enough. He was so caught up in this concern that he very nearly didn't notice the figures in the distance, but eventually the movement caught his eye. It was a buckskin draft horse, cantering over the open hills at the behest of its rider. He recognized both.

You had apparently already spotted him, as the horse was very decidedly moving in his direction at speed. He stopped and stood still to better appreciate the sight. Breidr was so large, and you always seemed so small in comparison. The stark difference made your control of the animal all the more captivating. It was effortless. You put him in the mind of a warrior queen, sure and strong and riding into battle. Fearsome and beautiful. He could stand and admire you for ages. He was still caught up in his awe as you came up alongside. Brought the horse to a stop beside the road and looked down at him expectantly.

"You look ridiculous up there." He sniffed. "I didn't know you even had a saddle for that beast." Your smile said that you saw right through him. Loki generally avoided lying to you, and he was beginning to worry this might have put him out of practice. You seemed to spot every one. "I don't take him out like this very often but every now and then the fancy strikes." You patted Breidr before turning back to Loki. "Where are you headed?" He sighed as he reached up to stroke the horse's neck. "Oh, a desolate place. A ramshackle cottage in the middle of nowhere, outside of any semblance of civilization." "Wow. I can't imagine why a prince would deign to visit such a place." "Yes, well, it seems the woman I love lives there." "Hm. Unfortunate."

You clicked and the horse started forward at a leisurely walk, Loki had to quickly step back out of the way. "I beg your pardon!" "You are pardoned." You called behind you. He quickly caught up and kept pace beside you. "The polite thing, in this circumstance, would be to offer a ride." You pursed your lips, then shook your head. "Sorry. This ramshackle saddle isn't made for two." "Darling you know I adore your cottage and that was simply a jest." "Yes, but I need you to walk." "Why is that?" You smirked. "I'm just really enjoying looking down on you for once." He rolled his eyes. "Petty."

Despite the indignation, he walked beside your steed all the way back to your home, where the two of you shared an evening that was absolutely perfect in all the mundane ways.

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Loki was immediately aware that this was a dream, a particularly strange one at that. He was standing in a room that was unmistakably on Midgard, though he had no knowledge of it whatsoever. It was entirely unfamiliar, but it appeared to be a bedroom. As he scanned the surroundings his eyes fell on a shape that he recognized instantly. You were huddled on the floor against the wall, face hidden in your hands.

He immediately made his way over and knelt down beside you. "Darling?" You startled, looking up at him with confusion in your eyes. "Loki?" He nodded, looking around the room again. "Yes, it seems-" You flinched as there was a loud banging on the door, and an angry voice on the other side. Loki didn't recognize it, but he could guess who it belonged to. He placed a hand on your arm, and only then did he notice there was no scar there. "My dear, this is only a dream. You're safe, I'm here." That did not seem to ease your worry, though you were clearly trying to listen. "Yeah, yeah. Ok." "We only need to-" He stopped as your face took on a new expression of terror, your eyes fixed on the door.

When Loki turned he saw that the door was now much larger, it was open, and an imposing silhouette stood in its way. The figure was impossibly large, it was not human, and it filled Loki with the same dread you were wearing on your face. Loki quickly turned back to you, the bedroom wall you were huddled against had been replaced by the metal bulkhead of a starship. Behind him he heard the Mad Titan stepping forward.

Loki took your face in both hands and urgently turned you toward him. "Listen, this is a dream, and we are going to wake up, alright?" You nodded feebly, your eyes cutting to the figure behind him. "Wake up now." He shook you gently as the steps grew closer. "Now!"

The both of you jerked into consciousness in your bedroom. Loki sat up and you scrambled into his arms as he pulled you close. Your eyes instinctively turned to the bedroom door, but it was familiar, closed, and held no threats on the other side. Loki held you against him and for several moments the only sound in the room was the two of you catching your breath.

You swallowed. "Was... was that...?" Loki nodded grimly. "Yes." You closed your eyes and dropped your head against his shoulder. "I don't understand what just happened." "It would seem... that we have shared a dream." "That's a thing people can do?" "It is not completely unheard of." "Is it your seiðr?" "No, this is something else. A bond." "What does it mean?" "I'm... I'm not entirely sure." He sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "My mother would know. I wish I could ask her." "I wish you'd paid more attention in magic school." He chuckled and prodded your ribs, you squirmed for a moment before settling back against him.

Silence fell again while this new development was processed. Loki mulled over what this might mean. The exact nature was unclear, however there was one implication that was unquestionable. As the revelation washed over him he felt a lightness in his chest. A joy. It became a quiet chuckle, which eventually grew to a fierce laugh.

He looked at you and found you wearing a bewildered expression. This prompted another laugh and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before holding you tighter. "Oh, this is wonderful." Your brow furrowed. "Is it?" "Yes, don't you see? It's a bond, between us." "I thought we had lots of bonds already." "No, its-" He paused a moment to search for the best way to explain. "I assume you are familiar with the Norns?" You cocked your head in confusion. "Yeah, a bit. Are they relevant?" "Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld, together they weave the tapestry of fate, and the destinies of all beings are contained therein." "Right." He looked down, fiddling with the bed sheet. "For... for quite some time now, I have considered myself to be a stray thread, broken loose from the loom." He avoided your gaze. "Without a proper place. I don't belong here-" "Loki." He had expected your admonishment and corrected himself. "I wasn't intended to be here. I had an ordained pattern and I was pulled from it. There is a time and place for a Loki to be, and this was not it. Or so it felt." He took your hand in his. "But this, this bond says differently. It is something distinct and rare. It is not a fluke or coincidence or happenstance. You asked what it means, it means we are connected. I am linked to you and you to me. Woven together." He paused a moment, looking down at your hand, turning it over in his. "I am not a stray thread. I do still have a place in the grand design, and it is here." He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and met your eyes. "With you." You wore a warm smile as you pulled his hand to you. "I could have told you that."

You leaned to him for a kiss, tender and sweet, before snuggling down again with a sigh. "I guess having proof of your cosmic belonging makes up for the rest of it." He looked down at you, perplexed. "Makes up for what, exactly?" You looked up and grimaced. "It's not great, right? Two people prone to nightmares, sharing dreams. It's going to be rough." He shook his head and waved dismissively. "No, it won't be like that." He laid back down in bed properly, bringing you to rest against him. "Now that we know it's happening, we won't be taken by surprise. We can change it." He gestured in the air. "It will be wonderful. I will show you Asgard. The palace. Other realms, even. Sights you can't fathom." He smirked. "I'm sure there's some quaint place of interest you could show me as well." You glared and moved to pinch him. He caught your wrist with a laugh, placing another kiss on your hand before bringing it to rest on his chest. You relented and laid your head against his shoulder. "So you're pretty sure it's going to happen again." He hummed in agreement. "Hm. Yes, I actually suspect it has happened before." "You think so?" "Indeed. I wonder now how many indecent dreams were actually your doing." You smug smile. "Oh? You've had indecent dreams about me?" "Well, it makes much more sense now that I know my subconscious was being corrupted by your influence." "Don't try to use dream magic to blame me for your perversion." He nuzzled against your ear and growled. "I would argue that you are responsible for it, regardless." This earned a quiet giggle from you.

The both of you settled back in for the night. Loki let his mind wander to the possibilities of this new discovery. There were so many things he wanted you to see. There would be so much more time. Eventually, his thoughts came back to the bond itself. That warmth settled into his chest once more, the certainty that he was where he was meant to be. It was unfamiliar and comforting.

You had drifted back to sleep. He closed his eyes and listened to your soft breaths and felt foolish for ever believing this could be anything other than fate.

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Oh dear, it feels like the first time I've read thrown all over again 😭😭😭😭

So many feelings, so many emotions, but now I remember that this is about to end

You have no idea how I've missed this Loki and how I've missed this story.

But, even though I've missed this so much, I'm glad that you take your time.

Just like this Loki, I'm feeling home again.

Thank you, Maple. I can't wait for the next chapter, and to know how this amazing story will end.

But I mean, it's a bittersweet feeling, isn't?

I really hope you have a great weekend, and see ya next week, on my ever favorite day of the week!

Thrown - Chapter 49: This Could Be Home

Summary: Loki runs an errand and considers where he is.

Word Count: 1,571

Author's Notes: Thank you everyone for your patience and encouragement. This hiatus went on so much longer than I intended. The final four chapters have been written, there's still some editing to be done but I'm feeling pretty good about sticking to the post schedule on the masterlist. We're riding this train to the solstice, let's goooo.

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Thor released a grunt of frustration as he placed his phone on the table which was currently covered in documents, forms, blueprints, and schedules. "There's a problem at the hall. They need me there immediately." He sighed and swiped his hands down his face. "But I need to get these papers to Brynjar's office. I should have already been on my way." Valkyrie shrugged. "I can bring them." Thor shook his head. "No, I need you at the harbor to receive Arnison's shipment. After that incident with Rutger he said he will only deal with you ." "He's just saying that because he has the hots for me." "I suspected. Nevertheless, I swore you would be there." "I'll take your papers into town." Loki offered as he sipped his tea. Thor and Valkyrie both stopped to stare. "You would do that?" Thor looked a little stunned. Loki scoffed. "This may surprise you but I do know the way." "Yes, but-" Thor paused, glanced at Valkyrie, who shrugged, then he held a folder out to Loki. "It would be a great help." Rather than take the folder, Loki twisted his hand in the air and it vanished in a flash of green light. "Happy to do it." He finished his tea and headed out the door, unaware of the looks being exchanged between Thor and Valkyrie.

It was, by all accounts, a gorgeous day. Warm, certainly, but that was to be expected with Midsummer just around the corner. The sun was bearing down but a stiff breeze lessened its effect. The walk through the streets of New Asgard was pleasant, and he greeted a passer-by here and there. The climate was all the more lovely out on the road, despite the higher-than-usual traffic, likely due to the Midsummer preparations. He appreciated the summer. The world was so very green. Winter made it easy to forget. When your studio came into view, he was pleased to see the door was propped open. There was time enough for a quick diversion, he decided.

You looked up from your wheel and smiled. "Hey." Your brow furrowed and you checked the time. "An early visit." He assured. "I'm running an errand in town." "Oh, well it's nice to see you." You stood and stepped toward him. Loki held up a finger to stop your approach, eyeing the clay covering your hands. "I'm on official business, it's best you keep your muddy hands to yourself." He immediately recognized his mistake by the glint in your eyes. "Darling, I mean it-" You were now approaching urgently, hands-first. "It's important that I appear professional-" Your grin only broadened as you closed in. "This is completely uncalled for-"

The clay on your hands vanished just before they clutched his lapels and pulled him in for a kiss. Despite your insolence, Loki leaned in to savor it. His hands were on your waist by the time you broke away.

"You are a menace." He mumbled with affection. "Takes one to know one." You snipped, then noticed your now-clean hands with disappointment. He simply raised his brows in smug triumph. You huffed and changed the subject. "Are you really on official business?" "I am. Thor would be doing it himself but matters arose that required his attention." "Oh? Will he still make it for dinner?" Loki waved dismissively. "I'm sure it will all be resolved well before then." "And you're not scared of talking to Brynjar, now?" "I was never scared to speak to the man. It's the crushing bureaucracy of his meetings with Thor that I simply... prefer to avoid." You shrugged. "Seemed scared to me." He glared. "Oh, I will teach you fear." His fingers briefly dug into your ribs and you quickly surrendered under a ticklish laugh.

He stayed only a few more minutes, discussing what you were working on today and the plans you had for dinner. You asked him to pick up a couple items while he was in town, which he assured you he was happy to do. He bid you farewell with another quick kiss before stepping out your door and onto the road once more.

In town he stopped on the street to say hello to a vendor from the market. When Mrs. Hansen approached on the sidewalk he quickly excused himself, citing his official business at city hall. Loki felt a slight pang of guilt at the flash of panic in his companion's eyes, but self-preservation came first. At the city hall, Brynjar received him in his usual jolly fashion and the papers were handed off to the appropriate parties.

Brynjar was absolutely bubbling with excitement about the hall and the upcoming festivities. Loki lingered for a while and they spoke at length about the finishing touches being put on the hall itself, followed by what the midsummer ball would entail. Brynjar had questions about etiquette and customs, whether the clothes he planned to wear would be appropriate, what sort of food will be on offer. He was very occupied with making certain that this first Asgardian festival went well in general, and that he in particular did not make a fool of himself or cause any offense. Loki answered all his questions, and found he did not mind doing so. Eventually Brynjar apologized for holding him so long, and ushered him out the door.

Loki made the stops necessary to pick up the items you requested. When he entered the grocery store he briefly reminisced on the first time you had brought him there. The corner of his mouth twitched upward at the memory. Once your needed supplies were secured, Loki was once again on the street and began on his way. That memory of your trip to the grocery tugged at him again. At the time he could barely tolerate your presence, and traveling to the human town was absolutely miserable. The town, now, was filled with fond memories rather than tension and shame. Largely due to you, he admitted.

As if taunting his comfort, Loki noticed that up ahead, on the sidewalk, two young women stood at the corner. They were unfamiliar to him. One looked at him with a flash of recognition and moved to draw the attention of the other. Loki felt his chest tighten. In other circumstances, in another time, he might have crossed the street to avoid them. Today, he decided, he would keep to his route. He didn't look at them directly, instead kept his gaze forward and stepped with confidence. Just as he was about to pass, one of them stepped into his path.

"Hi, sorry, I know you're probably busy. Can we get a quick picture?" Loki balked, and quickly glanced over his shoulder, just to be sure his brother hadn't followed him. "A picture?" "Yeah." She held up her phone as explanation. "If you have a second?" "I-... Certainly."

The girl grinned and pulled her friend over. The both of them stood in front of Loki, much closer than he expected, and smiled brightly at the screen held out at arm's length. Once they had the photos they desired, Loki tried his best to recall what Thor did in these situations. Somehow, asking "who's your favorite avenger?" did not seem appropriate. He managed to make polite small talk for a few minutes then excused himself, at which point the girls thanked him and went on their way.

He walked for several minutes in sort of stupor. Had that truly just happened? Had it been what it seemed? Perhaps they were mocking him. He shook his head. No, the interaction had felt genuine.

The trappings of town fell away and he found himself on the open road. The sun was setting, and as he appreciated the landscape he mulled over the unexpected meeting. And it had been very unexpected. When he first came here he never would have expected humans to ever view him favorably. And now he had been here only a little over a year and, by all appearances, he had just encountered fans. The fact that opinions seemed to have shifted so quickly was startling, to say the least. Certainly, by this point in time, he was no longer terribly surprised that he seemed to have turned the opinions of those he worked with closely. The locals had come to know him and he had made himself trustworthy. Nor was he foolish enough to believe that there weren't still those who would banish him from this world, if it were in their power. He had, after all, met several of those sort also. Still, the fact that a pair of strangers seemed to view him in a positive light? It was heartening. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It certainly warranted further thought.

Soon he was strolling along your low stone wall. The familiar shapes of Breidr and Goat stood in the distance. He slowed a moment to brush his fingers against the trunk of your yew tree. It was the marker he had long since come to think of as "halfway home." He stepped onto your porch and stopped to relish the warm glow of your windows. He could hear friendly conversation inside, and the sound of your laughter rose up and drifted to him. Halfway home.

As he turned the knob to step inside a new feeling rose in his chest.

Perhaps he was home.

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[ozymdias]

Wait. Wait. WAIT A MINUTE

IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?????? AM I DREAMING???? IS THROWN COMING BACK FOR REAL?

You know it has been a long time since I came in here like to really see things, and then I see this omgomgomgomg Mapple you made my whole week!!!!

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After the timelines have broken free, Loki decides that all he wants is to join Thor in New Asgard. With a stolen tempad he travels to a timeline where the previous Loki died at the hands of Thanos. Now Loki helps his brother in rebuilding a home for the displaced people of Asgard while simultaneously learning to live a universe where it feels like this is the last place he should be. He wants nothing to do with the humans living nearby, but one in particular is not getting the message.

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Takes place after the events of Season 1 of the Loki series, in a timeline where the Snap was prevented. Slow burn female reader insert fic.

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Chapter 1: New Neighbors Chapter 2: A Ride and a Wager Chapter 3: Fighting Words Chapter 4: A New Perspective Chapter 5: A Lie and a Secret Chapter 6: What Others Make of Us Chapter 7: Sea legs Chapter 8: Summer Rain Chapter 9: A Long Day Chapter 10: An Excuse to Indulge Chapter 11: The Witching Hour Chapter 12: Any Port in a Storm Chapter 13: Work and Leisure Chapter 14: Stars and Stories Chapter 15: Earthen Chapter 16: Selecting Titles Chapter 17: Retaliation Chapter 18: Chill Chapter 19: The Tempering Flame Chapter 20: The Rabbit and the Tree Chapter 21: Moving Forward Chapter 22: Worthwhile Confrontation Chapter 23: Lodestar Chapter 24: Ensnared Chapter 25: A Fire Within Chapter 26: The Longest Nights Chapter 27: Resolve Chapter 28: The Light in the Dark Chapter 29: Storm and Shelter Chapter 30: Two Sides of a Coin Chapter 31: A Failing Strategy Chapter 32: Guilty Pleasures Chapter 33: The Tales We Tell Chapter 34: Under the Weather Chapter 35: Twisting Branches Chapter 36: Lessons Chapter 37: The Rainbow Bridge Chapter 38: A Feat of Strength Chapter 39: A Quiet Life Chapter 40: Foolish Mortal Chapter 41: Eating Crow Chapter 42: Cautious Restraint Chapter 43: A Perfect Fit Chapter 44: Birthright Chapter 45: Absence Chapter 46: Lokabrenna Chapter 47: A Winding Path Chapter 48: Myth and Mortal Chapter 49: This Could be Home 6/5/25 Chapter 50: Threads of Fate 6/12/25 Chapter 51: Solstice 6/19/25 Chapter 52: World Enough and Time 6/20/25

Blurbs Little vignettes that didn't fit in the main story. #1: Pop-Tarts (originally posted between Ch. 12 & Ch. 13) #2: Image Manipulation (originally posted between Ch. 18 & Ch. 19) #3: Card Shark (originally posted between Ch. 33 & Ch. 34) #4: Fanfiction (originally posted between Ch. 44 & Ch. 45)

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[ozymdias]

I mean, tomorrow is like a coiler day and it's going to be 31° Celsius.

And as someone with low blood pressure, that's hell to me, so I would really appreciate it if you could send me a little bit of your could

I wish you all the luck because... -11°? I have never experienced something this cold, because I'm freezing in 15° lol

Pray for me, besties. I'm a tropical creature. I'm not built for this.

[ozymdias]

For a moment I saw this as Celsius, and I was like "Jesus hell, I live in Brazil and couldn't possibly handle this", but then I remembered that's Fahrenheit, and I would be freezing with that weather.

Stay cozy (and I'm really jealous about it, because I'm dying with the high summer here)

Pray for me, besties. I'm a tropical creature. I'm not built for this.

[ozymdias]

Oh, I missed this series so much.

Now of course Loki had something he was hiding, I mean, he wouldn't be that kind just to provide happiness to Tom.

Can't wait to see what's next and to know what's Loki's secret.

feels like mine pt3

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Summary: With your head still reeling from your supposedly vivid dream, your husband offers a tempting distraction

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, do not try me I am not the one); oral (f receiving); talks of death [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: a plot twist at the end; special guest star Loki's back

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Let me help you take your mind off it" and ends at "All better, sweetheart?"

That must be one hell of a dream if you still can't remember literally anything about this life, you thought to yourself, having one hell of a migraine from trying to reacclimatize to your life after last night's dream. It was strange; you'd had particularly jarring dreams before, of course. But they'd always come in fragments, no matter how vivid and real your experiences felt.

And you always prided yourself that you could recognize that you were in a dream, sometimes even wake yourself up if the scene was getting particularly stressful or terrifying.

But your dreams never came with years worth of lived experience. And they didn't stick with you as vividly and as detailed as this did. Where fragments could be connected together so perfectly you could have sworn they were memories.

The hot water of the shower brought you to another unsettling thought. Even if your mind was still adjusting back to your reality, you would think that your body wouldn't have an issue. That muscle memory would kick in and know how to handle something as simple as operating your home's luxurious shower system.

Had something happened to you? Did you lose your memories and your mind put in place that elaborate dream where you and your husband didn't even move in the same social circles, let alone cross paths long enough to have met and fallen in love and built this life together?

The sound of the shower door opening pulled you out of your thoughts entirely, your pulse quickening when Tom placed his hands on your hips, pressing his naked body to yours. He wrapped his arms around you, hands now splayed over your stomach and your upper thigh as he kissed a trail from behind your ear down your neck.

"You're so tense, my darling," he murmured against your skin. "Is your dream still haunting you?"

"I'm having a hard time shaking it off," you confessed, tilting your head to the side and allowing him more access to your neck. When he kissed that especially sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, letting out a soft groan against your skin, you bit your lip to stifle your reaction. A whiny little whimper still slipped out, causing him to press against you even harder.

"Let me help you take your mind off it, my love," he offered, kissing along your jaw and turning your head so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss.

He wrapped his arm around you, holding you securely against him before your knees weakened from him licking past your lips, groaning into your mouth when his tongue met yours. You held on to him just as tight, your hands making contact with slick, toned skin as your husband's hands roamed your body. One hand making its way to cup your breast, capturing your nipple between his fingers, and the other hand traveling lower, teasingly running his fingers up and down your slit.

Well if he wants to help me forget, who am I to say no? Suddenly all your doubts took the furthest possible backseat in your mind and you lost yourself in the moment. In your husband and the increasingly frantic way he moved with you.

You whimpered against his lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his fingers met your clit, tracing tight circles above the bundle of nerves and causing you to grow even wetter between your legs.

He broke the kiss, letting out a shuddering exhale of your name as he moved to press you against the marble wall. "I've missed you so much." His words were rushed, like he couldn't say them fast enough while he feverishly kissed his way down your neck and starting a descent that had you delirious, your mind flooding with memories of salacious trysts in the shower just like this.

As if your limbs had a mind of their own, your hands moved upwards, your fingers closing around the handlebar that was placed too high for anything other than precisely this purpose. Once Tom had sunk to his knees, you raised your leg to place your thigh on his shoulder. It was a well-choreographed dance you knew the steps to far too well.

Steps you'd done a hundred times over. Steps that you knew in your very soul. Even if that elaborate dream still lingered just behind the forefront of your mind, this you knew.

Didn't you?

Your husband gave you no time to mull over the thought any further, your sharp moan of his name piercing through the white noise of the shower once his lips closed around your clit. You gripped at the handlebar tighter, doing your damnedest to keep yourself upright while he alternated between desperate, feverish open-mouthed kisses and slow, savoring licks.

It didn't take long before he brought you to orgasm, your hips jerking against his mouth as he all too gladly lapped up every wave of your release. Your arms struggled to hold on, and he felt it in the subtle shuddering of your body that he was quick to right himself back up on his feet, placing his hands on your hips to hold you up right as you let go.

"All better, sweetheart?" he asked with a teasing smirk, resting his forehead on yours, his thumbs stroking along your skin as you tried to even out your heavy breathing.

You could only manage to nod, your face breaking out in a stupidly blissful grin as you reached over to turn the shower off. "Much better," you said with a contented sigh. "Though I wouldn't be opposed to a little more…distraction later."

He broke out into a hoarse laugh, the sound almost foreign as it came out strained. As if his throat was too hoarse to do it naturally. As if he'd forgotten how to do it, even. "Insatiable as ever," he rasped, capturing your lips in a languorous kiss that had you both groaning into each others mouths when your tongues met, and you could taste yourself on him. "Unfortunately I do have a few calls I must attend to. As do you."

There wasn't really much room for you to protest, the logical and much less horny side of your brain seeing his reasoning all too quickly. Annoyingly too quickly, even.

And the rest of you was far too distracted, your heart melting and your stomach breaking out into butterflies at the tender way he led you out of the shower, wrapping a freshly warmed towel around you before grabbing one for himself. You couldn't help but stop and enjoy the view, watching him go through the dresser with his muscles flexing and relaxing at every minute movement.

You nearly broke into a pout when he eventually slipped a shirt over his head, had it not been for more memories flooding into your mind, this time reminding you which drawers were yours. Just as you were doing up the buttons of the dress you'd chosen, Tom walked over to you, moving your hands away with a soft smile on his face as he fastened the buttons himself.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss over your heart before he did the last button up, then kissed your lips. "I'll see you downstairs, darling. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Just before he walked out the door, he turned to you one last time. "Oh, and before I forget, I found your phone completely drained last night. I have it charging in our study."

The last thing Tom thought he would see when he entered the study was Loki, standing by his desk with an annoyingly knowing smirk on his face. "This is where I leave you, Thomas. You should never have to hear from me again after today."

He walked over to the god, his hand outstretched. "Thank you. For giving me a second life with her. I know it's bizarre and I know that she's not the same Y/N, but for a moment up there, I could have sworn that--" The words nearly felt sacrilegious to say out loud. "I could have sworn that she was…becoming her?"

"Ah, yes…" That wasn't the reaction he expected from the god. Then again, nothing that had happened the last few days was something he expected. Starting with the actual existence of said god in the first place. "Consider it my parting gift."

"What do you mean?"

"I placed a final enchantment on her, to help her acclimate to your universe. Her body will start to remember how to navigate your world, your home. Her mind will know enough for her to return to her work with only a slight learning curve to stand in her way. I realized rather quickly that it would not be fair for me to simply leave her here and expect her to adjust fully into this new life she's now expected to live, and you can only help her so much before her ever inquisitive mind begins to question if her previous life was more than just a vivid dream. The least I could do for her was to figuratively hold her hand through the first steps."

Loki's revelation gave Tom a twisted sense of relief. And hope. That this enchantment would help him to avoid the questions that would inevitably fill him with the guilt of how much he was hiding from you. And perhaps your former life in that other universe would simply remain the remnants of an excruciatingly detailed dream.

He knew he would certainly move the heavens and the earth again just to ensure that your life here, with him, was leagues better than the one you'd left behind. The one you were taken from.

"The final part about this enchantment…I think you'll rather enjoy this," the god said, once again that knowing smirk returning to his face. "These moments of remembrance for her…are unlocked by pleasure. Glean from that what you will. And take care of her."

With that, the god disappeared in a flash of green, as quickly as he'd arrived. Not even a trace of him to be left behind.

It wasn't long before his mind wandered to your time together in the shower, a smile of his own now stretching across his face as he mulled over the details of the enchantment. "By pleasure," he murmured.

He was just about to go back upstairs, deciding that any calls that he had pending for today could very well wait, when the door opened and you peeked your head inside. Once your gaze met his, your eyes glazed over in an instant, the corners of your mouth tugging into a smile, undoubtedly also remembering what had just transpired between you two upstairs.

"You uhh…mentioned my phone was in here," you said, starting to make your way to the other side of your shared study, to your desk. He stepped in front of you, your smile growing wider when he circled his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him instead. "Thought you said we have calls to attend to today," you teased, letting out a giggle just before he pressed his lips to yours.

Tom's only response was to once again have you pressed to the wall, fingers deftly undoing the buttons on the bottom half of your dress before lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him. "All that can wait," he mumbled, lips latching on to your neck and relishing in how you whimpered from his attentions and squirmed in his hold as he started to shuffle his pants down his legs.

There was barely any light illuminating Loki's workroom when he returned to Asgard, the urn containing your late variant's ashes cradled in his arms. Ultimately, he knew that he'd done the right thing in pulling you out of your life of relative obscurity, where it simply was not written in fate's design for you to ever have crossed paths with his variant, let alone have the remotest chance of getting to live out the romance that your souls were quite literally designed for.

And as for Tom, the god knew hauntingly well what happens to iterations of him that would have you taken from them far sooner than either of you ever deserved. He knew how devastating it would be for the mortal man to have to throw out the plans of what life he planned to share with you.

He knew. Because he was living in that miserable reality. "I would rip this multiverse apart to have you with me again," he said in the dark silence, walking over to a display with seven bases, four of which were empty.

The remaining three displayed urns, approximately the same size as the one he held in his arms. He placed the urn of your recently deceased variant on the very center base, pressing his lips to the cold marble.

"Soon, my love, we will be together again."

A/N: Not me lowkey yelling at myself like "Goddammit Ally this entire story was just supposed to be a silly lil thing about the Centrum ad, why'd you let it get like this?" 🤪

Also I'm not sure when I'll get around to building off of the story that I 100% teased at the end there, since right now it's barely even in the concept phase, but there's an idea there…somewhere. 🫢

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[ozymdias]

Oh wow. This one truly got me speechless. You did really amazing here. Any chance that this is going to be a series? Because I'm almost certain that we could totally tame him. I mean, he said he couldn't be tamed, so it was of course a challenge, and who am I to deny Loki something like that?

See ya soon, dear ❤️

Liberties [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: After ruining the biggest night of your career, Loki ruins you, too. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Dickish Avenger!Loki. Language. Workplace romance. Rough(ish) smut. (w/c 3.1k)

Folds of your expensive black dress swished as you stormed down the corridor of the forty-sixth floor. Everyone was still at the event. Or, The Shitstorm as it would now be known. Shame. Shouting at someone would really help right now.

You tore out the earpiece and slammed it on the nearest desk, shoving a pile of papers off the side for good measure. Laufeyson.

You’d spent months concocting the perfect debut for that greasy-haired, peacocking, gangly-limbed motherfucker. Did he say ‘thank you’? Did he smile and mind his P’s and Q’s and pose with the New York glitterati like he was supposed to for one night?

Nails sank into the soft flesh of your palm. Course he fucking didn’t.

After he’d gone off script during his speech, stating he could fix the woeful state of Earth’s political spectrum in thirty-seven minutes, it had all gone downhill. Insulting politicians, flirting egregiously with their wives…with their husbands.

The cool glass met your forehead as your rested against the door with your name on it. Director, it said. It didn’t feel like it. Fucking Laufeyson. He was unmanageable—just like his hair. He didn’t even comb it—bastard. You’d specifically requested it.

There was a bottle of whisky hidden in the bookcase behind a doorstop project management manual. You glanced down the empty corridor a final time and slipped inside the dark office, making straight for the bookcase. Pulling out the book concealing your beautiful, impending numbness, you frowned. The bottle was—

"I’m afraid I took the liberty," someone said.

You screamed, lobbing the book in the direction of the voice. It hit the flat, black back of your office chair with a pathetic thump.

The chair swivelled: glacial, infuriating. But you already knew. It was that voice; the one that made it impossible not to imagine him making snide remarks while he fucked you from behind with a fist knotted at your scalp. And besides, you could see the wavy, rumpled crown of his greasy fucking hair over the rim of the chair.

"How did you…What the hell are you doing in here? This is restricted—"

"Restricted?" Laufeyson barked out a weak laugh of reprimand. "Please."

He raised a hand, gaze fixed on the ornate glass of amber liquid cupped in his palm. It had been a present from Stark for your promotion, and the sting of your nails on your palm burned new. "This is really rather good, considering."

"Considering what?" "That it was produced on this planet." His eyes slid to yours, upper lip twitching as he said, "Another thing to add to its sparse list of accomplishments."

You pulled another book from the shelf and threw it at his face. It missed.

Loki didn’t flinch. He just sat there wearing his favourite smirk; one foot resting on his knee and his shadowed eyes glinting with curious observation. He’d removed the suit jacket—the one specifically tailored for this event—in his requested colour, a lush emerald green with gold trim.

Dickhead. You’d run yourself ragged for his petty demands. And then he’d fucked it all up anyway.

Realising your eyes were lingering on the suspenders stretched against the wall chest muscle, you tore them up to his face and forced coldness into your voice. "I literally left the event to get away from you, before I punched you in the face; you realise that?"

"I do."

You threw up your hands and turned towards the window, arms folded; watching the flash of traffic on the street below like luminous ants. Spotlights flashed across the night sky, crossing and weaving against each other in celebration of the biggest night of the year. "Stark will fire me for what you did."

Loki’s laugh was accompanied by a splutter of liquid. You shot a glare over your shoulder, catching him press the back of a hand against his mouth and shaking with mirth.

"I think not. Stark cares only for publicity—and…" He extended a hand with a self-congratulatory flourish before resting an elbow on the armrest, brushing a finger to his lips. "He knows what I’m like," he added with a coy brush of a smile.

Heat exploded beneath your skin.

Before you could think it through you were towering over Loki, a hand spread against his sternum. You pushed against muscle, letting the chair tilt ominously backwards. Loki’s eyes widened fractionally, dark eyebrows peaking in genuine surprise. "If you've ruined my career I will hunt you down and I will—"

"Hunt me down?" Loki purred. His eyes dropped to your hand pressed to his chest and rose slowly to your face. "I’m right here, as you can plainly see. No hunting necessary." His rumble caught on the T. "Being accosted, no less."

You released him with a grunt.

"Couldn’t you just behave? This was your big night…your official launch in the team, your new start. Why couldn’t you just be good for once?"

"Good?" Loki’s voice hardened. A green, glowing rectangle unfurled in the empty air beside his shoulder, and a shot from the ad campaign you’d organised several weeks ago filled the space.

Emblazoned in Stark Industries font across the image of Loki looking like a sexual apocalypse in a skin tight leather combat suit were the flickering words, ‘God of Mischief.’ And then, Loki said, "It’s in the name, darling. The one you selected—a new start was never part of the agreement, nor was it suggested. I believe the phrase was, ‘refreshed branding'…Was it not?"

He shifted, and somehow the muscles in his legs were outlined in the soft glow of a thousand skyscraper windows. "Same package, different wrapping, as it were."

Your brows rose, trying to keep the brittle defeat from your eyes. "Your behaviour tonight was unacceptable. You can’t go around comparing global foreign policy to Thanos’s bowel movements."

Loki waved a hand, sliding the glass over the desk with a scoff.

"My behaviour is always unacceptable; it’s part of the allure. The populous long for something raw, something unexpected. Something unmarred by inane pleasantries and fakery." His eyes slid upwards, nailing you like gas lamps in darkness. "Take you, for instance."

It was your turn to scoff. "I don’t see what I have to do with this."

Loki leant back in the chair, eyelids drooping. His tongue nipped over his lips in a flash of pink. "You very much want to have me; I can see it. I can smell it."

Your jaw loosened, mortification prickling over your skin as he added, "Carnally," as if it required explanation.

"You’re out of your fucking mind. I can’t stand you."

Loki’s lips curled, and you hated how much you wanted to suck the smirk off his goddam mouth. "Correct on both counts, I’m sure. It doesn’t change the inescapable reality that you want to know what I taste like."

Your tongue shaped words, and then you choked on them as Loki unfurled from the chair: all long limbs, slutty curls and slimfit tailoring. Oh Christ.

Your bare shoulder-blades met the window as he meandered across the floor without a care in the world; bladed cheekbones casting shadows across his skin; assassins emerging from the dark.

"You want to know what I fuck like," he said, words stirring like treacle. "Whether I’m generous, whether I’m as good as they say, whether I’m as brutish and punishing as part of you hopes I would be."

He stood in front of you, hands clasped behind his back, and leant forwards until his breath was hot on your forehead and the expensive cologne wafting from the open buttons of his shirt drifted up your nostrils. A short puff of mirth exhaled against your skin before he added, piercing, "But most of all, you want to know what I sound like when I cum."

He was awful: conceited, rude, imperious. But, fuck, he was right.

Your sweaty palms slid against the glass as he straightened and waited for a response. He sighed, and you found yourself staring at the strain of the buttons down the front of his shirt as he did.

"As I thought," said Loki, bored. "Paralysed by your desires—wasting away in a pit of indecision and regret as so many of your ilk." He shrugged, arms wide. "So be it."

Your hand shot out, yanking the nearest suspender and pulling his mouth to yours. Loki’s hand flew to the surface behind your head, and the wall of glass trembled.

His warrior body pressed firm against your chest, crushing you in the scent of desire and the primal heat radiating from his skin while your hands fisted in his hair and the god groaned into your throat.

He pulled back, frowning as your hand grasped at the erection pressing against his trousers. "Let me be clear," he growled. ‘I am no one’s no one’s pet. I will not be tamed. Is that understood?"

"Oh, will you shut up?" You tore at the buttons of his shirt, regretting the lack of nuance, before adding, "but, like, keep talking though."

Loki’s chuckle vibrated against your palms as the shirt slid over the curve of his biceps and then you were raking at his perfect skin, pulling his mouth to yours in a hateful mess of tongues and need and fire that ripped through your body.

Nimble fingers made quick work of his buckle, and Loki’s hands ran up the curve of your thighs, pushing the folds of your dress around your hips. "I've been longing to break you in..." he muttered, eyes shining in the light from New York’s glittering skyline.

You yanked his hair, and Loki hissed with pleasure. "I’m not a virgin; weirdo," you gasped, grasping his thick, perfect cock in a punishing fist.

His lips spread with a wolfish grin. "Ah, but you’ve never been fucked by me."

One of his hands slipped between your legs and trailed through the wetness it found. He moaned softly, massaging your clit like oil. Your head fell against the window as he slipped a long, elegant finger inside you. It was disgusting how much you wanted him, and you’d let yourself feel every, traitorous moment.

His digits curled, stoking the same, exquisite spot again, and again— "such a pretty, warm cunt," he whispered, filthy—as whines slid from your lips. "And to think, you’ve been denying yourself."

Loki tsk’d, his free hand playing at your exposed neck. He sucked a bruising kiss into your throat as hot cum welled around his fingers, holding you upright, balanced against the thigh shoved between your legs.

"Fuck me," you gasped, grappling at his shoulders. He said nothing. You met his eyes; slivers of blue visible on the rim of wide, black pools. "Like…fuck me, fuck me."

"I knew you’d want me rough," he said quietly, drawing his knuckles down your cheek. The hand fell to the neckline of your dress and before you could even inhale, a mighty rip sent your dress scattering across the floor.

Loki’s covetous eyes roamed your chest, your body; his chin dipped, his eyes glazed with lust. "Over there." He motioned with his head.

You followed the order and gripped the back of one of the two chairs positioned by the window. Leather slid under the sheen clinging to your palms. Loki’s touch cupped your hips, his hands grazing appreciatively over bare skin.

"I knew it would be tonight," he murmured, pressing his cock into the base of your spine. His breath was hot on your throat. "As soon as I saw the utter loathing in your eyes; I knew it would be the one."

He twisted your hair back, biting the curve of your shoulder with unbearable erotic restraint. You pressed your ass into his crotch, moaning his name under your breath as he traced a finger down your spine until he reached the cock leaking precum over your skin.

Positioning between your legs, he rubbed the column twice through your slick lips before sheathing himself on the third.

The two of you gasped in unison; the guttural growl of Loki’s voice making your knees tremble before he delivered the first, devastating thrust. The force of it sent the chair screeching over the floor.

"G-gods…you’re tight," he choked, withdrawing and circling the crown at the tip of your channel. "I knew you would be perfect…but…but…"

Another thrust and the chair hit the window, but you didn’t care. Loki filled every part of you; you’d never felt so exposed, so free, with every fluid buck of his hips which made stars burst behind your eyelids. He bottomed out with a grunt of your name, balls slapping against your clit, one hand flying to the glass above your head and making a messy streak as it fell.

"Not enough," he said, breathless. The god pulled you upright and kissed you with the force of a storm, gathering you in his arms. The next thing you felt was the cool desk on your ass, Loki spreading your thighs and the utter joy of him breaching the empty space inside you he’d ruined for all other men.

One hand roughly palmed at your breasts, the other cradling your skull as every trinket you’d every owned rattled on the desk. Somewhere, something cracked. He went harder, pounding deeper with each snap of his hips that slapped against your skin.

There was a clink, a melodic roll, and then a smash. The sharp scent of whisky filled the air. You began to look but Loki pulled your chin to face him.

"On me," he ordered, eyes narrowed. There was a faint flush in his cheeks. "On me. Always."

Your legs wound around Loki’s hips. One kiss slid into another, his bucks becoming frantic as climax burst inside you with a rattle of his name. He lowered you to the desk, sliding his glistening cock from your cunt and kissing down your abdomen.

As you craned up, slack-jawed, the god delivered a single, earth-trembling lick up the centre of your pussy; gathering himself on his tongue. He swallowed, pacing behind you and seating himself on your chair.

You sat up, observing him over your shoulder. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, thanks to you, pale skin shimmering pearl in the honeyed gloom. He looked up beneath his lashes—smouldering—slender fingers wrapped around the cock protruding from splayed fabric; pumping in fluid strokes.

He cocked an eyebrow, and it was as good as a beckon from one of those slender fingers.

Shifting from the desk, you sank to your knees, and Loki’s legs widened. The fabric of his trousers creased maddeningly over the meat of his thighs.

"Tell me you haven’t thought about this," he said, baiting. He could smell lies as keenly as sulphur. "That you haven’t wanted to choke on my cock."

It wasn’t a question.

You fixed your eyes on his as you settled a hand around the root and swallowed the tip.

Loki’s eyes rolled back, head falling to the back of the chair. Black waves dripped down his shoulders like spilled ink, every thrust of his hips into your mouth making new combinations of filthy curses rattle from his chest.

A hand settled on your head, following the motion as your mouth worked back and forth along the length of him: sucking, licking, grazing the sensitive tip with your teeth. Loki hissed, fingers tightening in your hair.

"Fucking Norns, you are a slut," he muttered appreciatively.

You doubled down, and soon Loki’s balls tightened. Something shifted as he stiffened, the hand in your hair flying to the armrest. His breaths were short, moans brief and ragged as he fought himself. "Finish me," he growled, tapered to a whine. One, calculated suck was all it took. Loki’s climax trembled down his body, spurting into your mouth like a tide of warm, smooth butter. Your tongue circled the tip, massaging him through the throes as his body shuddered a final time and a staggered sigh rocked the air.

A finger slipped beneath your chin, tilting up to meet his expectant smirk. "Well?" Loki asked, eyes glinting. "Was I everything you dreamt of?"

The lazy smile on your face evaporated. You brushed the hand aside, covering your breasts. Loki frowned.

"There’s no need for that, believe me." He guided your hands into his and pulled you to his lap. "Do you recall when I mentioned this realm’s sparse list of accomplishments?" You grunted reluctant confirmation. Loki sucked your earlobe between his teeth, releasing a contented sigh. "Your body is most definitely on that list." He paused, breath catching. "All of you, truth be told," he added quietly.

Before you had time to process what he'd said, you were standing.

Loki’s fingers fastened the buttons of his shirt with unnatural speed as you stared forlornly at the ripped dress on the floor. Fuck. There was a sweatsuit hanging in the small wardrobe stashed in the corner. That would have to do—you could slip out the side entrance, no need to…

"I’ll see you downstairs?" Loki asked, all business. He looked at you expectantly as the bespoke forest green suit jacket melted over his torso like paint. You’d forgotten how good he looked in it and resolved never to forget it ever again.

The god carded a hand through his hair, letting in fall in wild waves. The outline of his erection was still visible through the tight trousers. Did I really just fuck…Loki Laufeyson? A sick pride sprouted in your belly.

You crouched and picked up the tattered, black fabric. "I don’t think so, I mean—" Loki’s kiss cut you off. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away.

"I’ll see you downstairs," he repeated softly. "Someone has to make sure I’m behaving myself, after all."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to stare as he swaggered to the door and shot a grin through the glass panels as he passed.

He has a point, though. You couldn’t let him go unattended. What if he gets one of the senators’ wives alone? What if he sexes them up...like me?

The thought, however ridiculous it would have been an hour ago, was like a knife between your ribs.

You scurried to the wardrobe concealed in the corner and opened it, cursing the fact you didn’t keep a spare office dress like the slinky bitches on TV.

You stared, blinking several times.

Hanging in the wardrobe was an identical dress to the one lying shredded on the floor. Almost identical. You pulled it out, holding the hanger up. In the glow of the midnight skyline, green jewels glittered around the neckline, woven in intricate patterns that melted into the folds of skirt. A note was pinned to the bodice. I can be good, it said. Our secret.

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Hey Maple, good to hear from you again.

Don't worry, take your time. I'm sure that everything will be 100% worthy the wait.

I also feel you with the trying to catch up with everything, because I was trying that also in 2024 here on Tumblr, but life has just been so busy lately, I'm still stuck with some middle 2024 notifications lol...

Hope that you have an amazing 2025, and can't wait to read all your amazing stories.

Year-End Update

Hey, so I know the last update about Thrown said my final plan was "post the damn thing sometime this summer" and here we are in December with no update. It turned out to be a rough summer. I had to put my dog down in June, which caused me to get a bad grade in grief counseling (my counselor called it a "regression" but I think we all know what she meant) and just generally took the wind out of my sails.

I have slowly gotten back to it, and I'm writing the last chapter now. Once that's done these last four chapters need a LOT of editing, so I don't have a date yet of when I'll start posting them.

Just saying again that this story is not abandoned, thanks for your patience. I realized a couple weeks ago that I only posted 3 chapters in the entirety of 2024. 😖 Trying not to let that shame consume me, lol.

I'm sorry to my writer friends, whose amazing stories I have not been reblogging. I keep saying I'm going to catch up but then I don't. I'm going to try to be better in 2025.

Thanks to everyone for making tumblr a place where I could come and be ridiculous, talking about turkey hats and very fat Chihuahuas that I saw.

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OH MY GOD, how I've missed this asshole side pf Loki. Please, PLEASE tell me there's more to it, because I love their dynamics and need more of it!!

In Your Hands [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: That irritating, smug, asshole Loki has taken your final fuck to give. Or so you think... Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. Smut. Avenger! Loki x female reader. Mild BDSM (ball related), hostility, enemies to lovers. Language. (w/c 2.4k)

Loki’s curses beat the air behind you, and the door from the training room slammed; smothering them.

I fucking hate him, I fucking hate him.

In your experience, dramatic exits should be reserved for special occasions. And striking an ego-killer blow to Loki ‘Godsplainer’ Laufeyson was a special-fucking-occasion. It’d been a long time coming. Although you hadn’t meant to punch him quite so sharply in the balls.

I’m sure he’s had worse, you thought as the stale sweat of the changing room hit.

The last thing you’d seen was Steve’s wide, earnest eyes as Loki had doubled over in a slap of dark hair with a muted oomph—the final syllables of his snarky ‘advice’ fading along with his sperm count. You did warn Loki if he told you the correct way to deliver a blow to the transversus one more time that you’d start intentionally missing.

Not my fault he never fucking listens.

It’d been building for months: every ‘actually-I-think-you’ll-find’; ‘bad-form-even-for-a-mortal’ and ‘are-you-sure-you’re-meant-to-be-here…did-you-sneak-in-with-the-domestic-staff?’.

But under it all, the worst thought of all was your own: you still want his praise.

You picked up someone’s shoe from the floor and lobbed it at the lockers – pure, impotent rage ratcheting back with the clang. If Steve kicked you off the A-Team then so be it, worth it to see that moment of pure, wretched shock in his eyes every time you closed your own.

Breaths scraped from your throat, trying to stop the tremble in your hands. You’d spent months trying to catch his eye like a desperate pick-me teenager, spent months wishing his approval into existence: the aloof, pretentious god. Begging any higher power who’d listen for the chance to kneel at his feet and choke on his cock while he called you a good-fucking-girl. You’d bought an emerald green lingerie set for Christ’s sake. It was still in the box—the returns window a dot on the horizon.

Embarrassing. If he knew, you think you’d die of shame. Months running yourself into the ground trying to fit what he’d want and for what? Fuck. “Do you feel better, now?” The ripple of Loki’s smarm filled the air like steam, but it’s edge could cut stone.

Your lips pinched, biting back a slew of curses. You’d expected Steve, but not him.

The idea of turning made your feet root even firmer to the floor. But with every strained second that shifted past, thickening the air, he was winning—staring at the back of your head with that imperious look that only said one thing: I’m better than you, and you know it.

“If you’re waiting for an apology, don’t hold your breath.” Loki released a low chuckle. “Be assured, I can wait much longer than you. How much of your meagre lifespan would you squander staring at those dismal tiles in order to preserve the façade of your superiority, I wonder?”

You spun with a force that twinged a nerve in your neck. “My…?” It came out in a pathetic gasp. “My…superiority?!”

Loki’s face was the picture of serenity: posture impeccable, lips straight. His eyes slid between yours, brows peaked in sanctimonious expectation.

Borderline indecent gym-wear clung to the sinews of his muscular body. The material was like elasticated silk, and every time you’d made contact in training it made it impossible not to imagine frotting against him: bitch in heat.

The lines of the sweatpants draped like a sheet of liquid tar to the bulge of his thighs as he shifted his weight and said, simply, “Yes.”

Heat flared up your neck.  “You’ve got some fucking balls, Laufeyson, I’ll give you that,” you hissed, regretting it immediately. “I’m not sure your knuckles experienced my anatomy’s full glory to report on such an accolade,” Loki replied without a beat. “Their contact was a little brief…”

He tilted his head, an infuriating dimple crushing into one cheek as the heat scorched up your cheeks and made your eyes itch. “A little…weak.”

“Maybe I should twist them again,” you said, folding your arms. You hoped he couldn’t see the fingers trembling. Loki’s eyes narrowed as he crossed the changing room in three, elegant strides and loomed so close that your bellies touched. “Go on then,” he goaded. “You seem under the impression I don’t like it.”

You searched his face, noting the tremor of something deeper than the familiar irritation. Was that…but, it couldn’t be. “What are you doing?” you whispered, stumbling slightly against the lockers. The heat from his abdomen radiated through your gym top. Christ, his stomach was so hard.

“What are you doing, Agent?”

A few black strands had come loose from his ponytail, sticking to the sweat pearling on his jaw. “All bark, no bite,” he murmured, squinting lightly.

His scent crept up your nostrils like smoke under a door: fresh musk, the linger of the cologne he wore at last night’s party, and above it all a scent that was inextricably him. You could never put your finger on it. It drove you mad: just like the rest of him.

Loki released a short puff of irritation, eyes rolling to the side. “I knew you didn’t have it in you.” As he took a step back, your mind skidded to a stop as a hand flew to his chest, gathering a clutch of the slutty gym top, making no effort to cushion the scrape of your nails against his skin, and pulled.

Loki’s mouth crushed to yours with a gasp, his hands flying to the lockers on either side of your head with an ominous crunch of metal. His breath groaned into your throat, the softness of his lips jerking your senses.

Had you expected them to be cold, hard, unwelcoming: just like the rest of him? Yes. But there was time to mull over that later.

Loki’s tongue nudged against your lips, and you relented. The tension in your body seemed to melt as he draped over you like liquid; the cage of his frame and the rub of a thumb down the valley of your cheekbone making you forget just for a second how much you really fucking hated him.

“Show me,” he murmured against your neck. You hadn’t even realised the kiss had slid apart and your head was tilted back against the lockers, the god’s mouth raging a ravenous path down the valley of your throat.

“Show you what?” you panted, bringing your head forward so quickly your vision swam. A lopsided grin spread across his mouth. “How much you hate me,” he said. “You have a problem.” The barb was unnecessary, but Loki’s grin widened all the same. “Discipline me, then.”

His sapphire eyes blazed as your hand flew to his shorts, grabbing his crotch. Fingers curled around the soft, tight sac nestled below the huge erection snaking up the hip joint. Loki hissed, stomach clenching, more clutches of hair falling free. His forehead pressed to yours as your grip tightened.

“Fuck,” he grunted, voice tapering to a whine. You squeezed tighter, and the lockers behind you crumpled under the strength of his fists bearing down.

“Harder,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

His legendary cock twitched above your white knuckles, straining against the running shorts and Loki’s narrowed eyes glistened, the muscles in his jaw and the veins in his neck hard enough to pop.

“Apologise,” you spat, and Loki’s breath hitched as you gave him a brief moment of relief before clenching an even tighter fist than before.

His trainers slipped against the floor, thighs shaking with the effort not to fall to his knees. Even gods, it appeared, shared some of the weaknesses of men. Loki flipped his hair back.

“Why should I? You’re the c-combative v-viper.” A deep set of lines furrowed his forehead, rippling with each flex of your fingers. “You’re nothing but a shit-talking, spoiled prince with a big cock and nice hair,” you said, every muscle tingling with the desire raging through your veins. “You noticed,” Loki said with the twitch of an eyebrow: incorrigible, even in this position. “The hair, I mean,” he added. He didn’t mean the hair.

The god swept your forearm to the side, and your fingers ached immediately. How tight was I holding him? But there wasn’t time to wonder. His kiss slammed into you with the force of a storm, teeth clashing and his fingertips digging in to your scalp and the wet slide of lips across your own. “Loki,” you breathed, and he moaned into your mouth in response. You found yourself bucking against his hard body, grasping at everything and anything you could to be closer to him; to wind yourself so tightly to him that you though you might snap.

And then, your fingers were playing at his waistband. Loki drew back: eyes wild. “Really?” he asked, flushed and breathless. You stared at him, searching his eyes for any hint of ulterior motive, any sign he was about to pull the rug from under you. You gave a curt nod, and Loki’s expression rippled with surprise.

Your hands slid up the sides of his face, tangling in his hair. “You better make it good, considering you have a lot to make up for.” Loki snorted, “Please,” and then several things happened at once. Out of the corner of your eye, the door to the changing room glowed green around the crack. Loki shoved the waistband of his shorts down, scooping his cock in one hand while you fumbled with your leggings and send them skittering across the gleaming floor. “Norns,” Loki groaned as he cupped your breasts under the flimsy sports top, palming upwards. Beneath the bra, your nipples were hard as pebbles.

His brows peaked as his gaze rose from your chest to your face: a realisation that there wasn’t time for all that— all the filthy things you were beginning to realise he’d fantasised about. All the filthy thing you were beginning to accept that you’d fantasised about. “Maybe next time,” you muttered, pulling his hair-tie free in one sharp movement. A wicked smile unfurled on Loki’s lips.

He dipped, burying his face in your chest as he cupped the back of your thighs and you let out a gasp as he hoisted you upwards. Your legs folded around his hips, slick pussy flush to his stomach, sliding down the taut skin until you met the solid bar of flesh beneath.

“Oh, Agent,” he said in your ear, low and smooth, “I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

You shoved his shoulder, but Loki’s fingertips sank into the soft curve of your ass, pushing you up so your slit hovered above the crown of his cock.

His eyebrow rose. “Last chance,” he said with a ladle of sarcasm.

Steadying one hand on his shoulder, you scraped the other through his hair, winding in a fist. You tugged, slowly…slowly, and Loki groaned, letting you sink onto his cock with every sharp ache pinching at his scalp. His thrusts weren’t like you imagined: selfish, primal, uncontrolled. If anyone was a Jackhammer —you’d always imagined it would be Loki. But his hips rolled like dough, undulating against you until your eyes rolled back and the rear of your skull cracked against the lockers. “Harder,” you sobbed quietly, nails digging into his back muscle. “Harder,” Loki groaned, his breath hot in the hollow of your neck. “Ruin me, Agent—I’m in your hands.” You dragged the nails deep against his skin: not enough to break blood, but close. Loki’s ragged breaths of pleasure made a new thrill swell between your legs, meeting his sloppy fucks like you were trying to beat him.

The fist wound in his hair yanked again, and again, and each time…the gods hips jolted. His thrusts were faster now— your moans higher— the rattle of the metal lockers and the squeak of rubber soles on tile making your mind swim. “Can I come?” he gurgled between rough exhales, and you pulled his face to yours. There was something in his eyes you’d never seen before—swimming in the whirlpool of blue. “No,” you said, and his head fell back to the ceiling. Loki’s veined cock tugged every inch of your walls as he pulled out, and buried in, stars bursting in your vision as climax began to shift and slide in the depths like a riptide.

Your legs spasmed against his hips, crossed ankles digging into the base of his spine, the grip on the god’s hair unbreakable. Biting back the urge to sob his name, you slammed your hips down to the root of his length, pulling Loki’s mouth to yours. His tongue massaged the syllables of his own name forming on your tongue, the rumble in your throat matching the one you could feel in the depths of his chest.

“Gods,” he choked when you broke, panting, riding your cunt in sloppy thrusts.

You could feel the slip of your cum between your thighs, and coating the length of his cock: and Loki could too. He looked at you with something a little like fear, one hand flying from your ass and steadying against the lockers.

“Can I—” he started, but before you could respond his knees buckled, wobbling as orgasm hit him like a train. Loki’s cry echoed around the changing room, the pained pleasure of his release making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Fuck: he was beautiful. And now...it was over. A sharp stab of sadness slipped between your ribs. The doorhandle shoogled violently. “Everything okay in there? Loki?” You and Loki’s eyes met. Steve was outside. And he wasn't alone. “What if he’s fallen? Jeepers, the floors are freshly waxed for crivven’s sakes—” “—will you calm down. I think Loki can handle himself on some polished floors,” Sam said dryly through the door. “—Bet that’s not the only thing that’s been polished,” Bucky replied, and even at a distance you could feel the heat building in Steve’s cheeks. “You’re disgusting—our comrade could be in peril. I don’t know what got into her.” There were a series of snorts, and several brisk knocks. “Yo, Laufeyson. You in peril in there?” Sam asked, and Bucky’s laugh followed. “Yes,” Loki whispered; brushing a sex-damp strand of hair from your cheek. His eyes searched yours, pinning you to the lockers as he lowered you to the floor. “I think I might be.”

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Fabien Frankel and Elliott Tittensor having some fun with a napping Tom Glynn-Carney

Credit: Tom’s insta story

[ozymdias]

ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟

Elliott Tittensor as 𝐄𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐥𝐥 × Luke Tittensor as 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐲𝐥𝐥 (S02.E01-08 • 2024)

[ozymdias]

I'm so glad we're gonna have more player Tom content, I mean, thank god for charity.

And can't wait to read their journey until the miss H situation

come on, england

'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: about a year after 'a sizing mishap'

Summary: When the video director for Tom's promo seems uncomfortable with articulating the vision that was instructed of him, you step in to help things along

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: a tiny bit of dirty talk; little to no plot in this i just wrote it for the thirst [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: we're in a new era (reveal at the end author notes)

This feels familiar, you thought to yourself, watching Tom walk in front of the camera, wearing a white and blue jersey with the number 6 in the middle. He looked to the side of the camera, his eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a moment, before putting on his game face and returning his focus to the lens, looking like he was about to give a pep talk.

"Come on, England!" he exclaimed, with an enthusiasm that felt better suited for a stage performing Shakespeare. Fitting, considering how the target audience were to be sports enthusiasts that Soccer Aid wanted to attract and fill seats next Sunday.

The man behind the camera threw up his hand, scratching the back of his head as he shouted, "Cut!" It was obvious that while he had done a magnificent job, as always, this didn't quite fit with the vision they had in mind. "That was…great, Tom. Really it was. But maybe we could go again but this time a bit more…encouraging?"

"You mean like louder, yeah?"

"No actually maybe a bit…softer?"

Despite his efforts to keep his expression unchanging, you could see the questions swirling in Tom's oceanic eyes. You'd known him far too long that those minute changes no longer got past you. And long enough that you could wager a guess that the questions popping up in his head were the same as yours.

If they want encouraging, then that last take should have done it. It's the tone the sports fans respond to. It's their catnip.

But as soon as the director said, "Maybe like…soothing?", the real vision clicked into place. The target audience for this promotional video wasn't the sports fans at all.

"You mean seductive?" you spoke up from your seat, shifting your posture to cross your leg over the other and resting your arms on your knee. "Enticing?"

"That's--preposterous I would never--"

"Come on, you and I both know who you have in front of the camera. And the type of crowd you want filling in the rest of the seats of that stadium, it's okay. But see, he's not gonna give you the performance you see in your head if you keep trying to dance around the words," you explained, motioning toward both of them. "You want him to play it sexy, just say the words."

"I can't it feels weird, ma'am," he finally blurted out. "These were just the instructions relayed to me, that the feel should be--"

"Tantalizing," you finished for him, trying to hold back a chuckle at how his face reddened as he nodded. You stood up, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your navy blue jumpsuit. "Alright then, show me how to operate the camera."

You walked over to look at the instructions that he referred to, your skin prickling at the scrawled words of 'Make sure he doesn't show his left hand'.

'Bedroom voice pls', another one said in bright sky blue ink.

"I know that look, sweetheart," Tom spoke up. "Are you alright?"

You made your way to him, your shoulders immediately relaxing when he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you to him as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "Nothing we haven't dealt with before," you answered him, taking a deep breath and smiling at the comfort you felt from his signature citrusy leathery scent. "Now for this take…how about we try you walking into the shot? And then you stare the camera down while you say the line? Forget encouraging and just…"

Identical wide smiles stretched across your faces as you whispered a scenario to him that you believed could get his voice to where the organizers' vision wanted it to be. He slid his hand down the side of your body, giving you a playful little tap on the ass right as you walked back toward the camera.

The video director showed you how to start rolling on the camera then stepped aside to let you run the shot. "Ready, sweetie?"

He threw you a look that had you fighting not to squirm where you stood, answering you in that gravelly tone you were intimately familiar with. "For you, goddess? Always."

You positioned yourself squarely behind the camera, throwing up your hand to count him down to his cue. 3…2…1…Go.

Tom walked into the shot, his eyes meeting yours behind the camera. He took a breath, adjusting his stance to have his feet shoulder-width apart and placing his hands on his hips. His eyes roamed your features with the slightest whisper of the hunger and mischief that you were accustomed to when you were within the privacy of your home. And then he spoke, his voice low and raspy that it immediately brought your thoughts to that scenario you whispered in his ear minutes before.

Imagine that it's just you and me, sneaking in a quickie on the day bed in our study and failing because you're talking me into just one more round. Talking me into making more of a mess on you so we end up in the shower. Or the bathtub.

"Come on, England," he said softly, squinting his eyes at the lens. At you. And then he pursed his lips, fighting back the smile that threatened to follow through once he clocked how your eyes had glazed over, knowing exactly where your mind had wandered.

"Cut!" the video director's voice rang through the little studio, audibly more excited over the take compared to the last. "That was perfect, Tom. I think we got everything we need for your video." He rushed over to you, holding his hand out for you to shake. "You're phenomenal."

"That she is," Tom chirped up, taking his place by your side and settling his hand comfortably on your waist. "Always a blessing whenever we find ourselves able to work together."

"Have you ever thought of directing, Miss H? I'd be more than happy to share the co-directing credit on this with--"

"Ohh absolutely not," you cut him off, laughing the suggestion away. "Too much responsibility. Always happy to assist but I don't think I'll ever want that workload on my shoulders no matter what the scope or scale. I'm more than happy letting you sign this video off as fully yours. And those higher ups that left you those instructions would probably be very happy with you, too."

You saw how Tom craned his head to see the instructions that had been left for the video director, his hand tensing for a moment before his thumb stroked at your side, the motion soothing both of you.

"I'll let them know though that it wouldn't have been possible without your input, at least. Do you prefer Y/N H. or just Miss H?"

Oh I'm sure they'll love that, you thought to yourself, already imagining the bitter sneers this poor guy was about to witness. "You know what, just tell them Mrs. Hiddleston says 'you're welcome'."

A/N: Okay so we have 2 welcomes in this chapter…First welcome back to the Soccer Aid Collection. Apparently we're gonna have 2024 chapters added because I couldn't help myself so this thirst piece happened, and the chaos is probably gonna go down where I'm writing for both 2023 Soccer Aid and 2024 Soccer Aid at the same time because I am just…slow…lol

But anyways…welcome to the married era 😳🥹 I honestly have so much planned to get these blorbos to where they are right now, and I had a different chapter in mind to reveal to y'all that this is what we're working towards, but things happen, plans change…Tomathy walks out in that jersey with the long hair, gets me struggling not to say the d-word, and effectively derails those plans in the best way possible 😅🫡

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[ozymdias]

Oh boy, and I bet it would be a hell of a memory

To Remember You By

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Summary: You try your best to end the relationship. Pairing: Loki x Reader x Bucky Word Count: 319 Warnings: Nothing explicit, but does suggest it heavily.

You had enough. You didn’t think you could survive. A relationship with one man would’ve been extraordinary enough, but dealing with both Avengers simultaneously was taxing, to say the least.

“That’s why I think it would be best if we stop.” You said not looking at either of their eyes.

“I don’t get it, doll. Did we do something wrong?” Bucky asked you concerned.

“Is there something we didn’t do, darling?” Loki added soon after.

“No. no. It’s neither of you. Really!” you tried easing the pain. “It’s…”

“Don’t give me that line. Don’t you dare say it.” Bucky warned.

“What line?” Loki asked.

“The ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. I’ve used that line. Most of the time it most definitely is the other person! It’s us, isn’t it?!”

“No, no, no. Really!” you tried again.

“Is it one of us?” Loki asked conspiratorially.

“Hey, man! What are you trying to say?!” Bucky started. Both of them started arguing, listing out faults with the other.

“Guys, GUYS! STOP!” you yelled. You stood in between, separating them with your hands out to their torso.

Loki reached for your hand and held it tighter against his chest. “Is there anything we can do to change your mind?” He took your hand to his lips and kissed it gingerly. Loki’s lips on any part of your body always left you speechless. This time is no different as you tried to remember why you wanted to stop seeing them in the first place.

You tried to back away but you were blocked by Bucky’s hard chest. Bucky’s fingers traced your arm up to your shoulders. He gathered your hair together at the nape of your neck and moved it to one side. His lips grazed along your shoulder, up to just behind your ear. “If you’re gonna leave us, at least leave us with a really good memory to remember you by.”

A/N: I really needed to write something. I've been stuck on one fic and I wasn't getting anywhere. So, I decided to take a little detour. I miss writing and being creative in general. I went extra and made my own moodboard again 🤭. Hopefully, this will get the juices flowing.

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