#Jealous loki

[lokisgoodgirl]

The Target [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki is your lookout on a honeytrap mission. Shockingly, protocol is not followed. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Jealousy. Language. Mild violence. (w/c 2.8k)

Loki watched as you waited for a tall, mysterious stranger. Dark, handsome and most alluringly...dangerous.

He would descend the stairs of the underground club, savouring the feeling of every woman’s gaze falling on him as he made an entrance.

The stranger would cast his eyes over the pulsing crowd, finding himself inexplicably drawn to one person in particular through the thundering haze of bass.

Towards the one who did not give him the attention he desired. Towards you.

Loki grimaced. He knew the feeling.

He detached his earpiece. He didn’t need Wilson’s jarring voice telling him what his own eyes could plainly see.

The moody god crossed his legs, waving at the waitress and motioning to the empty glass in his hand.

She nodded with a sultry smile as Loki readjusted his spine against the seat, suit feeling suddenly tighter as he let his gaze wander back to you sitting alone at the bar.

Loki's proud brow creased as he tilted his chin to his chest. You were ignoring him, as you should. But still, it smarted.

The god’s eyes followed the cocky gait of the target making his way predictably through the parting crowd. Loki curled a forefinger to his lips, basking in the shadows as he watched the play unfold through narrowed eyes.

You knew what you were doing. You could kill the mobster with a well-timed flick of your hand to that special place on a man’s neck and yet…

Loki saw a smile light on your lips like a cigarette in the darkness. Introductions were made, the target's inability to have your attention denied to him was infuriatingly predictable.

She is irresistible, after all Loki thought grudgingly, taking the refreshed glass from the waitress with a silent nod of thanks.

You rested your chin on your palm, flirtations in your every movement making Loki’s breaths grow heavy; concealed in the shadows.

Your mission was simple.

Get the target alone, avoiding the suspicion of his henchmen hidden somewhere in the buzzing crowd. Subdue him and procure the USB drive from his person. Loki had no reservations that you would be able to complete this mission without his interference.

And that was what he was afraid of.

He had long accepted, albeit reluctantly, that his feelings for you ran beyond what was deemed acceptable in a ‘professional’ setting. His guttural moans of your name as he braced against the wall of his shower; spilling his seed against the tiles, was testament to that.

The ring of your laughter broke him from his trance, eyes narrowing.

He could feel the clench in his jaw tighten, seeing in slow motion as you uncrossed and re-crossed those sinfully bare legs.

'The target is a leg man' you had said in the briefing room earlier. Loki scoffed at the memory, choking back a growl as the villain’s hand skated past the edge of your dress.

One would not have to be a leg man, Loki thought, to wish to bury his face between those tantalising thighs.

In the cover of darkness he tilted his head, one hand curled around the glass while the other tightened in a fist. His short fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his palm. The sight of the man bending into the curve of your neck; whispering pathetically inept platitudes into your ear.

It made him writhe with jealous hatred. Vengeful desire.

“Don’t” he murmured under his breath. Loki watched with bated breath as your fingers ran down that elegant neck he so often thought of marking with rough kisses.

The target’s eyes followed the trail of your hand, ghosting over supple cleavage. That dress was so short. So tight. Loki could never recall seeing you dressed in anything so provocative. If he had, he was sure it would have featured in his fantasies as he tugged his cock mercilessly atop his tangled bedsheets.

He frowned, seeing a self-satisfied smirk spreading across the stranger’s face as he indulged himself with a lingering leer down your neckline.

Those perfect lips of yours fastened seductively around the straw of your drink. You sucked gently, making your cheekbones hollow as you gazed into the target's eyes.

“Norns above…” Loki rumbled quietly, shaking his head. He pursed his lips as he straightened in his seat, feeling his cock twitch. Your practised hand crept up the stranger's thigh, making him reshuffle on the barstool where he perched.

“Gods.” Loki muttered in frustration, exhaling deeply. The sight of your seductions was making him unbearably horny; marinating in envy. Desire smouldered in the god’s belly, burning downward towards his groin as he tried to concentrate.

His eyes flickered around the room, searching for henchman lurking in the shadows. That was his job after all.

Stop it, he chided himself. He could feel his manhood thickening beneath the dark material of his suit, hardening traitorously as your perfect thighs taunted his periphery.

The curve of your skirt hoisted upwards as you leant forward, whispering wanton words in the mobster’s ear as your arm draped over his shoulder; breasts pressed against his chest.

Loki groaned, fist involuntarily flying to his mouth to stifle it. He leant forward, rubbing his forearms purposefully down his thick thighs. If I didn’t know better, he thought; I’d think she was doing this on purpose.

It wasn’t often that Loki Laufeyson wished himself to be in a lesser man’s shoes. Never, in fact. But as your hand crawled further up the target's thigh, fingertips grazing his surely disappointing manhood; Loki conceded that tonight he would indeed wish himself in another man’s trousers.

He hissed, pinching his leg tightly as you sucked your fingertip, lashes fluttering in the soft glow of the bar lights. Loki swallowed, his unblinking eyes prickling with dryness as he tried to contain the lethal magic simmering beneath the skin of his palms.

The target suddenly stood. A coquettish laugh tinkled from your lips as you hopped from the stool and straightened that short little dress.

Loki shrank back in the shadows, watching through lowered eyes as you followed the man towards the fire exit, your hand in his.

Laufeyson's orders were simple – stay on guard. Do not get involved unless required. But Loki had seen the way the target moved towards the doorway, a slight limp betraying his body's readiness to fuck you senseless.

I think not. Loki thought, hot blood thundering in his ears.

He downed his drink, hair flicking back as his jaw set with purpose. His long legs unfurled, rising and slipping to the side as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt over his forearms.

The god slid subtly through the darkness. The glow of the fire exit light guiding a path through bustling crowds gyrating in sweaty ecstasy around him.

He took a deep breath, pushing the door with ease and slipping inside. Moans of exaggerated pleasure wafted from around the corner of the dark hallway, Loki's looming form casting a long shadow across the floor.

His teeth ground together as a twisting nausea rolled in his gut. Those sounds were his to command. His body directing the course of your pleasures. You were his. Even if you were yet to be party to that fact.

And Loki would make sure you knew it before the night was out.

The handle of a familiar dagger appeared within his grip, the war-haze of his emotions running ahead of his mind. Carefully, he stalked to the corner; grunts of feral need leaking from the target under your attentions indicating your mission was a resounding success.

“Yesss, baby” you groaned, your head tilted back towards the wall as the mobster’s hands roamed that sacrosanct body, tainting you with his inferiority.

Loki watched one of your hands rub the target’s crotch, the other snaking indecipherably into the hip pocket of his jeans.

“Uhhhh fuck, you filthy whore. You like what you feel, baby?” the oblivious man groaned, thrusting his groin against your body.

A shiver of rage roll over the god’s skin. Blinded to downfall by his own base desires, Loki sneered. What a fool.

Silently he stepped over the threshold of the corner, striding gracefully towards the man draped over you. A loud thwack sounded as the god smacked him to the side of the head with the butt of his dagger; clenched in an iron fist.

“Loki!?” you gasped, as the target fell to the concrete floor with a thud. His blade glinted in the low lighting from solitary bulb hanging haphazardly above, your heavy breathing echoing as you fiddled with the straps of your dress.

“I have it..I have the-”

The target groaned, beginning to crawl towards the exterior door. Loki rolled his eyes, baring his teeth in a snarl.

He took two short steps, stomping him sharply in the ribs with his heel. The man exhaled loudly as the furious god squatted down, pulling the mobster's hair back and thudding his forehead against the ground once.

Satisfied, he rose. Asgard's dark prince turned to you slowly with his chin lowered, his jaw clenched; eyes smouldering in the darkness. Every inch the vengeful god.

Heat blossomed beneath your skin as you stumbled back against the brick; wetness sliding against your thighs. Loki’s hand slammed to the wall beside your shoulder, his breathing heavy as you cowered beneath him. Your eyes widened, breaths short.

You weren’t afraid of what he might do. You were afraid of what he might not.

His stare was ablaze with lingering anger, a possessive, feral flame simmering beneath that flawless skin.

A reaction, you thought, waves of excitement frothing through your centre. Finally.

Half-lidded eyes stared into your own as his tongue nervously flickered over his bottom lip. Restraining himself.

You wished he wouldn’t, just this once.

“Loki?” you repeated, his name no more than a whisper. “Is he dead?”

You cast your eyes down to the sprawled figure of the target at your feet. Loki shrugged. “Does it matter?” he murmured, a devilish smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding gloom cast over his features, sharp cheekbones carved from shadows. His previously immaculately slicked back hair fell around his steadfast jaw. You stared up at him defiantly, waiting for him to speak.

He always spoke.

“You have it?” he murmured, a half-smile tugging at his lip as you raised the USB to eye level and slid it inside your lingerie.

“I had the situation under control, Laufeyson” you purred, straightening his tie. You saw his taunt bicep flex from the corner of your eye where he had you caged, his eyebrow twitching at your touch; the palm on the wall slipping slightly.

“Of that I have no doubt, Agent” Loki growled darkly, taking a step closer so his hips were flush against yours. “But you see, I find myself very much not in control of this particular...situation. It is a most peculiar feeling. I fear, it must be rectified.”

Your breaths staggered as a hard mass pressed against your thigh, pulling slowly upwards against the thin material of your dress.

“Oh?” you whispered, the intended coyness catching in your throat as his mouth hovered by your own.

“Mmmm” he hummed in vague response, brushing his lips against your skin like a fucking tease.

“L-Loki?” you choked, as his fingertip trailed down the bare warmth of your shoulder.

“Yes, Agent?”

You tugged his tie sharply, drawing his face in front of yours. A knowing smirk was plastered across his unbearably handsome features; his hard-on pulsing gently against your desperate skin.

In a second, you clashed together. A mess of tongues and teeth hungrily pressed against the dirty wall as Loki’s hands ran down the curve of your waist like a man possessed.

Your mind was hazy, his mouth descending like a predator over the curve of your neck. He was everything your soul needed. Everything your body desired. He was everything; and he was devouring you with a violent need like you had never known.

“Do you want this, Agent?” he muttered darkly against your skin, the deep tones of his voice seeping beneath the surface like warm oil.

You kissed him ravenously in confirmation, the firm wetness of his tongue silencing unspoken thoughts as your back arched against the wall.

Long fingers raked through your hair, tugging your head back as he sucked a bruising kiss into the veins of your neck. Your hands grasped at his torso, un-tucking his shirt from those sinfully fitted trousers.

“Come now, Agent…” he purred, hoisting your ass forwards; making his thick thigh edge between your own. “Don’t you think you deserve better than a quick fuck in a dark hallway?”

You looked at him sceptically, noting the mischievous smile curling at the corners of the god’s lips.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Laufeyson…” you muttered, roughly sliding a heavy buckle through its holster.

He chuckled, shoulders flexing as he watched your busy hands at work, a whisp of a groan filling the air as you grazed his straining manhood.

“You’re right, Agent” he murmured, as the belt clattered to the concrete floor. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Heavy base thundered through the stone at your back, waves of sound rolling sporadically through your consciousness as the real world melted away.

Loki leant forward, effortlessly spreading his palms around the tops of your thighs and lifting you against the wall. Your legs wound around his hips, the pressure of his mouth massaging into yours with pure, feral longing. Blood boiling in your veins.

You gasped as his fingers slid past the weak boundaries of your soaking panties, gracefully playing through the wetness of your folds. “So wet darling, I do hope that cannot be attributed to our unresponsive friend.”

He nodded towards the figure strewn on the floor.

“Shut up, asshole.” you hissed, pulling his face sharply to yours. The taste of his saliva was addictive, moreish. You wanted it to coat every part of you, every single inch. The things that the infuriating god had done to you in your head with that talented tongue buried between your thighs...but that would have to wait.

Loki hoisted you higher as his grip on your ass tightened. A free hand buried between his legs, a subtle bend of his knees indicating that your professional relationship was about to be irrevocably ruined.

“Fuckkkk, yes, come on...” you groaned, feeling the tip of his thick cock tease against your slippery pussy, pushing your panties to the side. He held it firm at the entrance, that smug smirk playing at his lips again as darkened eyes glinted in the shadows.

“I was watching you…” he murmured, rubbing the head teasingly at your soaking lips as you keened beneath him.

Your hips thrust forward, aching to feel him fill you with what your body craved. “You’re very good at your job, Agent. How is a mere mortal man ever to know what is real, and what is fiction?”

His words were goading, but the twinge of insecurity in his tone shuddered the air. Your forearms rested on his broad shoulders, the tight cotton creasing on every flex of his breaths in the half-darkness.

You let your fingers run through his hair, tugging it backwards; making him hiss as his strong chin pointed to the ceiling.

“I knew you were watching me, Loki” you whispered against his neck, feeling a rumble of need erupting in his throat. “His henchmen could have been spiking your drink and you’d have been none the wiser. You couldn’t take your pretty eyes off me, could you?”

Loki shook his head, earning himself another sharp tug of his hair. You placed gentle bites along his jaw, savouring the soft moans they delivered. “I may have been playing the target, Laufeyson...but I was playing you, too.”

With a growl, the god thrust himself mercilessly deep.

Your head fell back, features twisted in a grimace of pleasure as your fantasies came real in one tight squeeze of his hips. He paused, tendrils of hair brushing against your cheeks as he panted above you. “Are you alright?” he murmured tenderly, seeing you nod below him.

Loki’s thighs clenched, propelling him upwards into your soaking pussy once again. A guttural groan you had never heard before flew from your throat, your body overwhelmed by the sensation as he began to fuck you against the cobbled wall.

“Jesus Christ” you whimpered, as his face buried in your neck. Every centimetre of your body was electrified by his pulsing thrusts, his incomparable cock unlocking deep pockets of undiscovered pleasure.

He chuckled against your bare skin. “Wrong one, darling” he purred, “let me hear your true god’s name fall from your lips as he takes you.”

You sighed, back arching as Loki’s fingers grazed against your nipple. The flimsy lace of your bra was no barrier to his intentions, fizzing nerves lighting beneath his purposeful touch as he circled the sensitive point. “Loki…” you moaned loudly, making him grunt in approval.

“Louder.” he muttered, biting the curve of your shoulder; making you yelp.

“Lokiii…” you groaned, an echo resounding down the dark corridor against the hum of thundering music.

“My name on your lips like that, Agent..uhhh...N-norns, I could g-get used to t-that.”

Loki’s primal sounds of pleasure had grown heavy, erratic. You could feel your walls beginning to clench around his girth, waves of pre-climax threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.

Your fingers tussled at his collar, grazing the skin of his neck as you panted his name to the ceiling with every upwards heave.

White noise sounded in your ears; your vision blurry; the feeling of going over a hill in the backseat of a car rising in your belly with every purposeful rise of his powerful hips. “Im-g-going to c-come, Loki...I’m-ohgod..fuckk-”

The god flicked his hair over his shoulders, drawing you closer to his chest. The angle was too much.

With a thundering cry of his name you came over him, wetness spurting around the pillar of flesh seated deep inside you. Your ass collided with the stone, his solid thrusts edging as he lost control. “Gods...g-gods, fuck...yes. Gods. Y-yes. Yes.”.

With a feral growl he came, hair blanketing you in darkness as your fingernails dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders.

Rumbles of your name vibrated against your ear; his teeth clamping on the delicate skin of your earlobe as he rode his pleasure alongside your own. Choked moans peppered the air as you both caught your breath; languishing, wet kisses in place of words you couldn’t muster.

A sharp hum stung against the concrete by Loki’s feet, breaking the heady pause.

His face rose from your shoulder, placing you back on solid ground with a sheepish smile. He leant back against the wall with a sigh. The sound was your phone vibrating in the handbag upended to the side. You knew who it would be.

You brought out the comms device you had hidden in your bra, pressing the on-button as you took a steadying breath. “All good, Wilson. Sorry - had some...interference.”

Your hungry gaze ran over Loki’s pleasure-drunk features, a smirk piquing his dimples as his head rested back against the cool brick.

The god’s eyes were closed, lips parted as breathy pants rolled from his heaving chest; utterly spent. And utterly yours.

“Target acquired.” you murmured in confirmation to the microphone at your lips, smiling to yourself before flicking it to the floor.

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[thedarkcoven]

Loki Request

Minors DNI! 18+ content ahead!! Warnings!  Smut. PinV. Unprotected sex. Jealous Loki. Some bdsm themes. Misunderstandings. Mutual pining. Cursing/dirty talk. Confession of feelings. Public sex ;) “Dub con- aka Loki is “forceful” but reader wants it” (Sorry it took a bit <3 Loves yooooooou!!! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy! @aizawasecretlover) @charmed-asylum​ @pimosworld​

You've been friends of Thor and Loki for years now. Just recently you had confessed feelings to Thor and that is how the misunderstanding between you and Loki started. He became distant. Cold. Rude. He treated you like any other woman around Asgard. He was tired of it and was at his last straw... especially when he had to go to Thor's chambers to ask him a question and say you giggling while talking with his blonde brother, your dainty hand resting on Thor's bicep as it flexed in the middle of him telling you a story.  Loki's jaw clenched as his raven locks fell forward slightly, his green velvet cloak swooshing behind him as he turned just as you caught sight of the emerald fabric. By the time you turned to say your greetings to him, he was already gone. Anger taking hold of him. You let out a sigh, your heart and smile dropping. Thor noticed and placed a caring hand on your shoulder. "Dear Y/N. Please forgive my brother. He can be a bit much.” “I know, Thor. Its just... I care so much about hima nd I don’t know how to confess my feeligns. I just... I don’t know.” You replied softly, letting out a small sigh.  “Go. Talk to him.” Thor chuckled while nudging you playfully. “Do not keep the God of Mischieft waiting.”  When you entered Loki’s chamber there were in shambles. Items laying on the floor, papers scattered everywhere, and Asgardian wine spilled. Your stomach dropped when Loki’s vision landed right on you as he glared at you from over his shoulder. He was breathing heavily, his raven locks a mess. You swallowed as he turned and began stalking towrd you as if you were some sort of prey for the taking.  “You..” He was on you in a flash. Gripping a large handful of your hair as he pulled you toward his giant bed.  The emerald plush was soft against your heated skin as he pushed you down into the mattress, pinning you down with one hand while shoving your silky Asgardian gown up toward your waist. He looked as if he were an animal in heat. Taking his prize that he so deprately needed. Green magic began to glow as he waved his hand. Golden ropes appeared around your wrists and were fastened to the golden pillars of his bed.  Before you could protest Loki slammed his lips into yours causing a metalic taste in your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed as he deepens the kiss, his large firm hands gripping your thighs before he unlaced his leather pants. In one swift motion he slid his hard length inside of you. A groan left you as you felt it twitch signaling its eagarness just for you.  “Thor thinks he’s going to steal you from me? You’re mine.” Loki growled, pulling out until he was almost completely out before slamming his hims back into yours causing your mouth to fall open in a silent scream.  “Lo-Loki!”  Loki froze slightly. His name falling from your sweet lips set the fire ablaze that burned slowly inside of him. That need and craving he so desprately needed fulfilled. Now it was going to be his duty to make sure that is all you would do. Singing his name on the top of your lungs like a praise just for the God of Mischief himself.  “What was that my sly minx?” He asked slamming his hips roughly into yours, gripping your hips in a death grip.  “Loki, please!!” “Please what?” He teased rolling his hips slower into yours, drawing out a long needy moan from you.  “Please don’t stop.” You whimpered, pulling his head down until your lips met into a passionate kiss.  Your cries rang through the golden halls of the Asgardian palace making maidens and guards alike turn red and turn heel the other way. When Thor heard your cries a giant smirk appeared on the blondes face as he popped a grape into his mouth, staring out onto the beautiful scenery of the kingdom below.  “Finally.” Thor said to himself. “Maybe now brother will stop being to moody.”  ~~~~~ Loki held you in his arms after cleaning you and making sure you were alright. Your breathing back to normal as you listened to the soft thrum of his heartbeat. Your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. You smile softly but something was still chewing away at your mind. You lifted yourself slightly so you could look down at him, your eyes meeting his verdant eyes.  “Did you really think Thor and I were-.” When Loki looked away with a rosy hue on his pale cheeks you began to smirk. “Oh, Loki... I was spending so much time with him because I-... I wanted advice on how I could tell you how I felt about you. I love you, Loki.”  Loki’s head snapped toward you, his eyes glistening as his beautiful heart stopping smile spread across his face, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes appearing and making your heart stutter.  “You do? I love you too, my love. So much. You have no idea how happy this makes me feel. I feel like the happiest god in this vast universe. I will love you until my dying breath and even in Valhalla I shall keep loving you for you are my purpose.” 

[rosh-28]

yandere loki x super hero reader headcannons

• when loki came to earth again after the new York attack he came to cause mischief and chaos because he was bored (by being invisible to heimdhall and odin). he still thought that midgardians were weak and beneath him.

• until he met y/n one day while he was strolling around the city looking for trouble. Y/n were breathtaking to him and powerful,Flying in the sky wearing sexy f/c superhero suit, using your powers ( any types of powers or abilities you have) using them to save lives or destroy bad guys. You were a goddess to him. He believes that you and him were destined to be together.

• every night he would dream of y/n what it would be like to hold and kiss you, touching your soft f/c hair, having you beneath him while having sex, your contagious smile, to talk his interests and secrets to you,your laugh, your intelligence mind, being pregnant with his children, he will have y/n at all cost even if it means to conquer the planets just for you.

• he stalks every time to see what your life was,your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, your secrets, your desires. He makes a mental notes about his beloved y/n.

• if you have parents, let's just say they left without a trace for you to find. If u have friends, they packed theirs bags and went god knows where. If he finds out that someone has a crush on you let's just say they are dead the next day.he keep everyone out of the picture in your life cause for him, only you need him and him only. He will kill all the enemies who wants to kill you. He will protect his queen no matter what.

• he even designed the chamber for you (even though you will have to sleep next to him in his bed), types of dresses you would wear what he liked, everything will be there for you and it has to be perfect for you and in asgard because you are his goddess.

• when you get an alert from shield about loki, you were in a mission to find him not knowing that this was a trap set up by loki.

• the moment you see clone loki standing in front of you, loki will put you in a sleeping spell and a bracelet which will refrain you using powers against and his name on your bracelet to let everyone know that you belong to him. Keep trying to break the bracelet but you won't be able to break or remove it cause only loki knows how to take it off.

• once he kidnapps you and brings you to asgard in his chamber, he will never leave you alone. Scream, hit ,throw insults and attack him all you want but he will never let you go. He will force you to eat the golden apple of idunn so that you will be immortal like him so that you will stay beside him when he becomes a king and you his queen his darling wife. You are trapped with him forever though you don't like him.

[theaudacitytowrite]

Green-eyed Monster

Loki x GN!Reader

A/N: A long overdue request from @sylvies4ever​ . Sorry for the long wait and if its a bit short.

Request: I LOVE jealous loki, could u maybe write a fic where loki is readers SO and he went to asgard for some royal business so the reader went to their best friends house (sam, scott, t'challa, or any character u r comfortable writing) for a sleepover till he came back

word count: 941

With heavy steps, Bucky shuffled to his door at three in the morning. A persistent knock had forced him to get on his feet again.

“Hey.” Y/N greeted him sheepishly in their pyjamas as he opened the door.

“Nightmare?” he hummed blearily and Y/N nodded, “Come in.”

Y/N shuffled into his room and gently closed the door behind them. Bucky had already retreated to his sofa and plummeted head first onto it.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up but I didn’t know where else to go.” Y/N apologized as they sat beside him.

“Is your lover boy still on his royal excursion?" Bucky mumbled into the cushions.

“Yeah… it’s already been two weeks and I haven't heard anything from him, not even a life signal. You could think with Asgard being such a progressive and mighty place they at least had something to get in contact with other civilizations.” Y/N let herself fall onto their back with a huff.

“That's rough, buddy.” Bucky turned his head to them.

“I love how compassionate you can be sometimes.” Y/N grimaced and hit Bucky with a pillow.

“Hey, careful now." he protested, "Aren’t you used to it with your little ice cube of a boyfriend?”

“My little ice cube is the sweetest and most warm-hearted, caring man I have ever encountered.” Y/N defended Loki.

“Are we really talking about the same person?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“He’s just particular about whom he shows his real self.” they shrugged, “You two would get along great if both of you would make an effort for once.”

“If you say so.” he breathed, “So, what can we do to calm you down? I suppose you're still too upset to sleep?”

“It's almost like you know me, Barnes. Would you maybe join me in the living room to watch Aristocats with me?” they smiled sweetly at him.

“What kind of friend would I be if I denied you?” Bucky pushed himself up from the couch.

“A bad one.” Y/N grinned as they followed suit.

“Exactly.” Bucky hummed and opened the door for them, playfully bowing in front of Y/N to motion her through the door.

The first thing Bucky felt was the rhythmic bumps into the soles of his feet that disturbed his slumber.

"What now?" Bucky whined as his eyes opened with protest, still heavy from the bumpy night’s rest. He blinked against the sunbeams that already made their way through the windows, blinding him. His senses were quick to adapt when his eyes focussed on a fuming Loki.

"Oh hey, Loki, nice to see you." Bucky propped himself up from his slouched position.

"Get your filthy hands from my betrothed," he growled at Bucky.

"Loki?" Y/N stirred awake from their sleep when their head slid from Bucky’s shoulder. In a heartbeat they had already scrambled from the couch, jumping into Loki’s embrace.

"Loki, you’re finally back!" they slung their arms around his neck, beaming joyfully.

"You were right Y/N, he definitely is such a warm-hearted man,” Bucky stated sarcastically, earning a murderous glare from Loki.

“God.” Loki corrected him harshly.

“What did you say?" Y/N loosened their hug to look at Loki.

"Nothing. I just asked politely if he was so kind as to remove his fingers from my beautiful spouse-to-be so I could carry them up to our room." Loki feigned innocence.

"Somehow I don't believe you...," Y/N glared at him sceptically, "But tell me, how was your trip?"

"Great. We came to an agreement with Vanaheim earlier than we had anticipated. So I was relieved that I was able to come home sooner than I thought," he reported, "Just to come home to see you cuddling with the enemy."

“We just fell asleep while watching a movie,” Bucky interjected, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Doesn’t change the fact that your filthy head was on theirs." Loki snarled at him.

“Don’t be so rude.” Y/N hit his chest warningly, “He only stayed with me because I had a nightmare and I didn’t know where else I could go. You weren’t here so Bucky offered to stay with me, so I wouldn’t have to be alone.”

Loki mustered Y/N’s face as he tried to find a reason to stay mad at Bucky but he knew that there was no logical argument. He grumbled under his breath before he nodded understandingly.

“You’ll get away with this one for now.” Loki glared at him.

“With what? I didn't do anything.” Bucky exclaimed outraged.

"Loki, don't be like that." Y/N scolded him, "Let's go upstairs and take a nap. I missed you and I need cuddles and it looks like you could need some too."

"Of course, darling." he smiled sweetly at them as if nothing had happened, "You, go on up. I'm gonna grab a snack out of the fridge and will follow you immediately."

“Sure, but behave.” Y/N locked eyes with him intently.

“Of course, my love,” he promised. Y/N pecked his lips quickly before they turned to Bucky once again, gathering their phone and blanket.

"Thank you Bucky." they hugged him quickly, “And sorry about him,” they whispered into his ears.

"No problem, Y/N." Bucky gave them a half smile and nodded goodbye.

"Don't take too long." Y/N reminded Loki.

“I won’t dare.” he chuckled and watched them take the elevator to their floor. As the doors closed his tender smile dropped and was replaced by a snarl.

"Don't test your luck again, Barnes." he towered over Bucky, "Y/N won't always be there to defend you." and with that, he had vanished into thin air.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?!" Bucky yelled into the empty room.

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[anukulee]

Improper (Loki Fanfic)

In Contribution with Smolvenger (Tumblr)

Note: This has mentions of GOT (Game of Thrones) characters, if you click on their name you should be able to pull up an image of them. These images will come in handy later trust me.

A/N: As a treat for you all this chapter will be my first ever contribution, this being with Smolvenger (Tumblr). She gave me the idea with Hal sneaking out with someone to a tavern and I expanded on it adding a betrothed, alongside Loki. So while our ideas might be the same, we are taking different approaches, and I as of now have yet to read hers. Meaning in no way will my work be excatly likes hers, but you will have it to look forward to. Now with that out of the way please enjoy my first-ever kinda of contribution....

Her face rumored to be beloved, and admired by all, was graced with a frown. A frown that always seemed to be held in regards to him. A very frown that Loki felt didn't suit her features, not that she would ever let him tell her that, for she was far to stubborn to listen to his reasoning. Far to uptight about the rulings, that had likely been drilled into her since birth just as they were with him. Her tone mirroring her, rigid point of view, as she spoke to him. "My prince, I would highly suggest against this," she said, just as she did every time Loki would attempt to get them into mischief. 

"Now what would be the fun in that, my dear," Loki responded, unaffected by his betrothed's words, for he had heard them far too many times.

"You call this fun?"

"Yes, what else might this be?"

"Inproper, of course."

"You always say that my dear," Loki said, another remark out of his silver tongue, far to use to their bickering.

"And yet you never seem to listen," she reasoned just as she always tried to do, yet as always Loki ceased to listen.

"What fun would it be if I were to listen?"

"Not everything has to be fun, my prince."

"Says the killjoy."

"I am no kill joy as you call it," Loki's betrothed proclaimed, as her arms folding across her chest, and right to her bosom, one that Loki remainded himself to not to close look upon.

"Aren't you my dear?"

"I am not."

"Prove it then."

"How?"

"Come with me to the Lion's tavern."

"The lions tavern," Loki's betrothed, asked confusing now masking her face.

"The one and only."

"You mean the one with all the," Loki's betrothed, started to say yet seemed to fail at finding the exact words, through Loki already what she was going to say.

"The lady company."

"Yes."

"Some go there for the women." In fact I can think of a few, Loki thought, but saw better as not to name.

"Figures."

"I never said I do."

"You don't?"

"Perhaps I go for the drinks."

"You know I am no innocent young maiden?"

"Aren't you," Loki said, giving a skeptical look towards his betrothed face.

"I am afraid not, my prince, for having many men in my family has immuned me to such flights."

"Have they?"

"Yes."

"Then if that is so, why do you act, so..."

"Uptight, was that you were going to use?"

"Clever aren't you? Trying to guess what I might say."

"I do try, my prince," she teased tone now far lighter then before.

"Enough with the prince talk, I am your betrothed, not some stuffy old lord."

"I would never call you stuffy."

"Then what would you call me?"

"I don't believe you might want to hear to what I would call you."

"Don't I, it wouldn't be anything I haven't heard before."

"And give you the satisfaction of being right?"

"You tease."

"Takes one to know one doesn't it?"

"Such a tongue you have on you little one," Loki interjected, now edging ever so closely towards the one who would one day become his wife. Rather then back away as Loki might've thought, his betrothed did no such thing and remained still.

"I am no little one."

"Aren't you for you are younger then I."

"I will have you know, I am not much younger then that shield maiden friend of yours."

"Sif?"

"Yes, I believe that was her name."

"You make little point my little dove."

"Again I am not little."

"Aren't you, considering I am a god?"

"And I shall be a goddess once we marry."

"If we marry."

"You doubt our parent's wishes," she asked, her eye brow now furrowing in a way that Loki's couldn't say wasn't alluring.

"I doubt your likelyness to kill me."

"As if I would waste such a task on the likes of you."

At this Loki made a fake stabbing motion with his hands, as if she had wounded him, when truly she hadn't, at least not further then anyone else had. "You wound me my dear."

"Do I? From what I hear you can just come back alive."

"So you have heard tales of me?"

"Of course, who hasn't heard of you?"

"Yet you will still marry me?"

"I do as my parents wish, just as you do."

"Ah yes, the wills of our gracious parents."

"Indeed, my prince."

"Loki," Loki interjected, causing his betrothed to pause for a moment. "Call me Loki."

"Loki?"

"Yes, if we are to be married, you might as well call me by my proper name, no more of this my prince nonsense."

"If that is what you wish."

"Now now, what happened to that fierce vixen who was just speaking to me?"

A look of confusion once again crossed Loki's betrothed face, one that he figured would happen. For ladies such as her have likely been taught that they must keep their mouths shut and obey their husband's wishes. A setiment that seemed to be voiced in his betrothed next words. "You like that?"

 "Why wouldn't I, for what is more alluring then a fierce woman?" Loki was far from the people that she has likely been told up, for he was one who prefered someone that would keep him on his toes. For what was life without a little danger or mischief? Perhaps this might be more fun then I intially thought, Loki's mind already slowly turning.

"You find it alluring?"

"Yes, for I have always liked my companion to be sharp of mind and tongue. I find it makes the sex far more sensual."

"Such crass words coming from you."

"What did I wound your ears," Loki asked, his tone while still teasing held just the smallest bit of concern. He had heard tales of woman not knowing such things until after they were married or at times broken into the wrong way.

"No, as I said before I have long since heard the things due to my family."

"I see, then shouldn't that make going to a tavern of no issue," Loki asked, finally getting back on subject.

"And if anyone were to see us, what might we do then?"

"We can say we are searching for someone."

"And who might that be," Loki's betrothed asked, her arms crossed against her chest once more.

"One of our advisors of course," Loki said, as if the very idea he was suggesting wasn't going against everything that his fiance had likely been taught.

"And which one might that be?"

"The one who always lingers at establishments such as those."

"And who in there right mind would do that," she asked, her brows furrowing once more, still very much skeptical about Loki's idea.

"If you come with me, you shall see. So how about it," Loki said offered his hand out to hers.

"I swear to all the gods above if we get caught, I am blaming you," she said, relenting likely not in the mood for another bickering spat with Loki. One he was pleased enough not to have.

"Whatever you wish, now let us go," Loki proclaimed.

"And how do you suggest we do that, we just going to waltz up wearing this," she said, gestering to the royal attire they were currently wearing.

"But of course not, I am far too clever for that," Loki said, and with a simple glow of his seidr, both he and his betrothed were adorned with clocks, hers being blue while his was black. 

"And this will help how," she asked?

"Patience my darling all in due time."

"Must you with the pet names?"

"Always," Loki remarked with a grin, as with another glow of his seidr, his form changed, his hair now longer black as raven, now turning a light brown color almost blond with the sun, his eyes no longer green, now becoming more a hazel eye color, his clothing turning more into what one might see on a commoner wear yet rather then it be green instead it was red.

"What no green," Loki's betrothed asked?

"While this color isn't to my taste, people prefer my brother's color to mine, and seeing as we don't wish to be seen I thought it might be best."

"I see, now what about me," she asked, gestering to her still dressed royal clothes.

"It's of no issue," Loki said, as with another grow of his seidr, her dress became something more similar to what a woman of Asgard would wear now beneath the blue cloak. "Now would you wish for your features to remain the same or shall I change them?"

"I would rather like to keep my features, through I suppose my hair could become a lighter color."

"If this is your wish, my lady," Loki said with a bow, as his fiance went from looking like what could best be described as Anne Bolelyn (from Tudors), to Margaery Tyrell (GOT), her hair no longer dark brown falting on black, to a lighter color that was more like Loki's, and her eyes now green. "Now shall we go," he asked offering his hand to hers. Rather then decline she took it.

"I suppose we shall."

With a final glow of Loki's green seidr the two vanished, but not before Loki left two illusions in their place, in case anyone were to wonder. The illusions already bantering just as Loki and his betrothed would do. 

The next time Loki and his betrothed reappeared, they were on a tunnel. "Must that be so dizzing?"

"Never teleported before?"

"Not without riding."

"Well it was either that or we walk, and I figured you would rather not be seen so this was the best I could do."

"We are in the dark," she protested.

"Not for long," Loki said, as soon the smallest bit of light began to admit from his palms. "Now will you let me lead the way?"

"If I must."

"There we go."

"Yes, now where are we," she asked, following the light that was coming from Loki's palm as he lead the way.

"Let us just say I have my ways of escaping the castle." With a single finger coming up to Loki's lips toward the end.

"I see without Heimdell knowing."

"We wouldn't be here if he knew."

"Point there." Step by step Loki lead the way with his betrothed following right behind him. "So who is this advisor we are searching for?"

"One that comes from Winterfell."

"You mean the realm of ice and snow without the frost giants?"

"Yes, his wife is the curent reigning queen of Winterfell."

"You mean Sansa Stark?"

"You have heard of her?"

"Yes, everyone has heard of Sansa and her lord husband Tyrion Stark. He is said to be one of the wisest men and from the Lannisters of Vanaheim."

"Have you heard of the other tales about him."

"What other tales," Loki's betrothed asked, a curious look upon her face once more.

"At the taverns he has earned the name of Small Drunk One, through he hasn't been there as much since getting married."

"If that is so, why is he here this night?"

"His wife lady Sansa, is said to have other matters to attend to, and I fear Tyrion might do something."

"So you are friends with this man, how unexpected coming from you."

"What can I say, I am always up for a surprise," Loki asked with a friendly shrug.

"If that is what you call it."

With that Loki and his betrothed finally began to talk, as they continued their way through Loki's tunnel, yet not without bickering along the way. Until finally they seemed to have arrived in the streets of Asgard, as Loki squashed the light out, and put a finger to his lips once more. "Remember no mention of whom we are."

"Who do you think I am?"

"I suppose you are right."

"Aren't I always?"

"Must you?"

"Always, after all if I give you an easy time, what shall you expect when we are married."

"Quite a tongue you have now?"

"There is nobody but you and I to know of this, and you won't tell."

"Won't I?"

"You won't, because it will all lead back to you."

"Will it," Loki asked his now light brown eyebrow raising just a bit.

"If not I shall make it."

"Fair game, I suppose, now what shall your name be if you are asked?"

"I was thinking Astrid Erikdottir, and yours?"

"I was thinking perhaps Thomas Williamson's."

"Perfect, now shall we go Thomas," Loki's betrothed asked now offering her hand to Loki.

"I suppose we shall lady Astrid," Loki said, as the two made their way to the tavern now above their head. 

As Loki stood in front of the wooden doors that had guarded the tavern, ones that Loki had never particularly noticed on previous visits. Through on previous visits Loki had been more preoccupied by other things, whether that be seeking pleasureable company, or looking for a way to drink the days away. To perhaps forget just for a moment that he was the asgardian prince, even if he was merely second.

Yet with his betrothed, watching her eyes flicker up to the words The Lion's Head engraved above them. Loki felt a new apperciation for having been here before, just so he could see this. Noticing more details that he never had thought of, such as the fact he could hear the muffled sounds of the tavern even merely standing outside the doors. The two standing in silence, for a few moments as the two took in the enviroment around them, Loki's heart beating with every passing moment, not that he would admit it. Nor would he admit that he was the first one to spoke, far tired of not hearing her voice. "So how long do you intend on standing out here my lady," he asked, already having a teasing comment on his mind.

"For however I wish to, considering you dragged me here," his betrothed asked, tongue as sharp as ever.

"You agreed to come, so isn't this on you?"

"You called me a killjoy, so I thought why not prove you wrong."

"And you certainly have, I am surprised you have made it this far princess."

"Yes, despite my desire to kill you, leaving me a widow," his betrothed said, using a tone far to causual for what she had suggested.

"We both know if you were to do that, you might have to marry someone worse."

"Yes, while you are a pain, I much rather take your company over another."

"Awww that almost sounds like a complainment," Loki said, his tone still teasing.

"Take it whatever you would like. Now are we to head in or shall we be married before we do?"

At this comment, Loki stepped out of the way, allowing the door to creek open, holding it for his betrothed. "After you my lady I insist," he offered.

"If you insist I suppose I must go in."

With these words, Loki's betrothed stepped into the doors of the tavern with the door creeking shut upon it's closing.

The moment they stepped into the tavern there was noise, and sights that no one would let someone such as Loki's betrothed or in this case Astrid to see. Through Loki had intially come to the tavern to show his betrothed some fun, it seemed as perhaps Tyrion might be worse of then he feared. As Loki's eyes began to search for where Lord Tyrion would be, through Loki's betrothed eyes were elsewhere. Eyes that Loki wouldn't say he yearned to see on him, not that he could say anything. 

Just as Loki swore he could see Tyrion, something blocked his way, as music filled the air. "What is this," Loki's betrothed asked, confused from what she was seeing.

"Music of course, what else might it be?"

"Yes, but what are we to do?"

"Dance of course."

"Dance."

"Yes."

"Here?"

"Why not?"

"Without wearing any proper attire, or doing the waltz?"

"Not every dance is the waltz my dear."

"I know, but I didn't expect it would be in a place such as this."

"So will you have this dance with me," Loki asked holding his hand out to her.

"I........," Loki's betrothed stuttered unsure of what to do.

"Come on, you said you weren't a killjoy, so why not try just this once?"

"Yes, but what? You afraid I will let go of you?"

"Perhaps."

"Doth the lady protest?"

"Always."

"If that is so we have no need to do this, I could always find some other way to get over to Tyrion," Loki said as his voice dropped just a bit. For while he would never admit, he had a desire to dance. Perhaps to see her eyes light up in a way he had never seen before, and would likely never see given how formal they must be.

"No, I can do this."

"Are you sure," Loki asked his face full of concern not wanting to pressure his betrothed into something she might not want to do.

"I am sure."

"If that is what you wish then follow me," Loki said, as once Loki's betrothed took his hand did the two begin to dance alongside everyone else. As with every turn they made they got closer and closer to someone. It was here where Loki began to dance closer to the smaller man.

As to the sky, a small man barely 4'5 in height, his almost as blond as Loki's current appearance, his eyes a bright blue, with a scar running down half of his face, yet rather then be dressed warmly he wore longer clothing, colored black, with boots at the bottom, in one hand through he had a glass full of mead aimed towards the sky. "There he is," Loki said, as he pointed to said small man.

"That's Tyrion?"

"Yes, you do recall he is short?"

"Of course, everyone knows of his stature, what I didn't expect is for someone, so small to be able to hold so much mead."

"You wouldn't yet here he does."

"I can see that, but what do we do now?"

"Now we go to him," Loki said as he soon let go of his betrothed hand much to his dismay. Making his way over to Tyrion, everything after that became a blur of people. Loki's only goal was to get towards Tyrion.

"Cheers to my lady wife, who couldn't make it," he said slurring every so often with his words.

 "Tyrion," he exclaimed, once he was close enough to the small man.

"And who might you be," Tyrion asked, his words still slurred.

"Someone you know."

"Are you sure for all I know you could be *hic* a stranger, or perhaps someone sent by my family *hic*."

"We can dicuss this later, why are you here," Loki asked, as slowly he went to one side of the table. Loki's betrothed seeing this took to the other side at least she tried to, until something happened, through Loki didn't see it at the time.

"For the company of course *hic* seeing as my lady wife isn't with me *hic*. How I miss her red hair, her bosoms, and very being *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed.

"You won't be able to see her, if you remain here."

"And why won't I?"

"Can't you come with us," Loki pleaded.

"Why now isn't the time to discuss such matters *hic*. Now is the time, for fun my friend prince Loki *hic* would know of this. Now have some fun young man *hic*, the night is young," a drunk Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, but," Loki said about to protest when something caught his eye. His betrothed in the arms of someone else, something that stirred Loki the wrong way. Almost as if there was a ping in his heart. Impossible, it can't be, it's too soon, he thought. Yet still the ping remainded, as rather then focus on the fun he could be having instead Loki's eyes were elsewhere. Watching as his betrothed was in the arm's of another, his gaze switching back and further between the drunk Tyrion, and his betrothed. Rather then thinking it through, he grabbed the still drunken Tyrion earning him protests from him.

"What is this for?"

"Your own good, friend."

"It isn't, if it were for my own good *hic* you would let me drink and know things *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed, this got Loki to recieve looks from the tavern paterons, including the one that held his betrothed.

At this Loki let out a too casual laugh. "It's nothing, I am afraid my uncle here has had far too much to drunk, so we should be off," Loki said, the lie coming out of his tongue quicker then one might expect. Taking this chance to motion his betrothed towards him, as soon Loki held a drunk Tyrion, exiting the establishment. Once in a corner that nobody could see Loki changed from Thomas Williamson's, back to Loki. 

"It's you Loki," Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, it is, what would Sansa say about this?"

"Well Sansa isn't here *hic*.

"Yes, but a lady was."

"Whom?"

"My betrothed."

"And who might that be? Perhaps it *hic* was the lady who was stolen away *hic*."

"You know?"

"Of course I know, beloved prince, you do *hic* recall I drink and I know things. Didn't you *hic* think I saw, your jealous glare my friend *hic*?"

"You have no which you speak of."

"Don't I, I am not your brother nor am I Jamie *hic*."

"And if you were right," Loki asked his arms now crossing against his chest.

"We both know I am, I would ask what her name might be *hic*?"

"You can call me Astrid Erikdottir," a voice injected as much to Loki's delight, his betrothed stood there once more, her hood off.

"I see, it is a pleasure to meet you *hic*, through I never expected it would be like this *hic*."

"Nor did I sire," Loki's betrothed said offering her hand to Tyrion.

"How much did you hear," Loki asked?

"Whose to say, now shall we go, I believe we have had enough fun," Loki's betrothed asked paying little mind to the question.

"Must I," Tyrion asked?

"I am afraid we have meeting tomorrow, and father may not like seeing you there."

"Ah yes, your father, how I wish *hic*, I could drink when dealing with him."

"Alas you can't Tyrion."

"I know dear prince, then let us go *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed before he began to mumble something about his other drunken adventures.

Through Loki paided little to no mind as he followed Tyrion, but not before redawning his Thomas Williamson's look. He looked towards his betrothed in an apologetic manner. "Was this fun enough for you," she teased.

"Must you," Loki asked?

"You were the one who claimed, to wanting to have fun."

"Yes, but perhaps next time it could be more fun."

"More fun then this?"

"Far more fun."

"Ooh and you expect me to go along with it?"

"Won't you?"

"Only if you admit something?"

"And what might that be?"

"You were jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Back at the tavern when I was dancing."

"And if I was, what might you say?"

"I would say he dragged me over there, and I had little desire to go."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"My how improper of you, for wanting to refuse a dance," Loki teased.

"You were the one who wanted me to have more fun."

"That I did, and did this live up to it?"

"Perhaps but how could you imagine in topping it next time," she asked turning her gaze toward Loki.

"Next time?"

"Yes, for I am afraid I might still be what you might call a killjoy."

"Are you?"

"Perhaps, you might just have to see on how improper I can be," she said and before Loki could say anything she went closer to Tyrion with Loki following closely behind. Through just as she said that a thought crossed Loki's mind. A thought that perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. 

A thought that would remain in his mind even after Astrid Erikdottir, turned back into his betrothed, through that thought would remain clouded until later. For Loki and his betrothed had much more improper things to do, through those stories are for another time, through this story was just the start of their improper lives together, one that would be long and full of what would be deemed of improper things. All because of one improper visit to a tavern....

[wolfpup026]

the pokemon au

[robin-munson]

I absolutely love this scene bc I was sensing a vibe from loki

[meep-meep-richie]

Mobius being the jealous one

[mobius-m-mobius]

#hold on let him cook 👀😅

[p4nishers]

what the fuck was this look. b-15 mentioned ob and you looked at mobius like that for what loki. for WHAT.

[allnewbananasong]

What goes through my mind when I see people complain about “Loki” series Loki being too ooc

Ragnarok!Loki: You’re doing amazing, sweetie…!

[daisybell17]

they’re so in love im jealous

like god when is it my turn 😔 Lokius is real in my heart idc

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell? Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well?

Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like perfume that you wear I linger all the time Watchin', hidden in plain sight Ooh, I try, I try, I try But it takes over my life I see you everywhere The sweetest torture one could bear

Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately I feel your compliments like bullets on skin Dazzling starlet, Bardot reincarnate Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

Ooh, I care, I care, I care Like ribbons in your hair My stomach's all in knots You got the one thing that I want Ooh, I try, I try, I try Try to rationalize People are people But it's like you're made of angel dust

[lokiusly]

it haunts me that we never got President Loki flirting with Mobius

[odins-sonofmischief]

You heard her, Victor. "Partnership". You had to do it.

[dean-winchester-is-my-cherry-pie]

ok but what are these painful micro expressions when B-15 asks Mobius to take the tempad to O.B. ????????????????????????