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slightlypossessed · 3 years

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Can I Wash Your Hair? // Loki

Summary: Loki returns from a long day, tired and exhausted both mentally and physically. Deep talk leads to some tears and a pep talk, then eventually hair washing and lovemaking.

Warning: Sad Loki, but also soft Loki so hope that makes up for it. some cuss words, adult themes - nothing major tho. Maybe some grammar and spelling mistakes.

Word Count: 2,5k+

A/n: Midnight writing is always a surprise, when morning comes it'll tell whether this was good writing or not. Hope you like it either way!

Loki has had a long week.

He couldn't help but feel on the verge of exhausted tears as he made his way through the elevator door and into the floor you and he shared.

Today, he'd woken up at six in the morning to attend his strength training with Stark, Steve, Bucky, and Natasha, which lasted for close to two hours.

Two, very long, tedious, and unnecessary hours.

Afterward, he ran to the kitchen to eat a quick breakfast to avoid passing out and then ran to attend his abilities training with Wanda.

Normally, you'd attend this training session with them, but seeing as you were gone for a month-long mission and only returned last night, it seemed appropriate to take a day or two off.

After he was done with his training with Wanda, he transported to the SHIELD headquarter to attend to his assigned duties: a courtesy of SHIELD'S "redemption" program.

He helped train the interns alongside Steve and then scurried off to file and archive mission reports.

Another long, tedious, and unnecessary obligation.

After he was done, he was too exhausted to transport back to the tower, prompting him to ride with Steve in the SHIELD-provided vehicle. The thirty-minute-long ride was filled with Loki attempting to ignore the awkward silence and the judge-y looks the driver kept throwing at him.

By the time he'd arrived at the tower, Loki was both mentally and physically exhausted.

It didn't help at all that he had barely slept the night before: a virtue of his ever-reoccurring nightmares.

By the time his body slipped into an exhausted comatose state, it was already almost five in the morning, and by the time his body started venturing into the realm of REM sleep, his alarm was blaring through his room, startling him awake and out of bed -- a frustratingly horrible beginning to his day.

Loki scuffled towards where you were sitting on the couch with a book in hand.

He moved to lay on the long end of the L-shaped sofa, stretching his body slightly as he let out a groan.

"Long day?" your voice softly breaks through the silence.

"The longest" Loki whines in reply as he turns his body to face you. Despite the clear exhaustion written on his face, he still manages to look effortlessly flawless.

His green eyes sparkle with adoration as he looks at you, but you can still make out the fatigue in them, causing you to frown in concern. Loki isn't usually that worn out after a day, no matter how long it was.

Your eyes trail down his body, taking in the sight of his tight shoulder muscles and set jaw, you also notice how his thighs seem to lay on the couch anxiously tense as if he isn't able to relax them.

A bruise on his ankle catches your eye, causing you to lean forward towards it to take a good look.

"That looks like it hurts, love," you begin, " want me to get you some bruise salve for this?" you suggest as you point to his ankle.

"I'd love that. I got some other bruises that might need the salve too," he mumbles back quietly.

You nod and stand up to get the salve from the kitchen

It was used so often by both of you that instead of dedicating a particular place to keep it, the salve tub just laid on the kitchen counter: a place easy to reach.

"Geez, Lokes. How hard did you train today?" you ask as you walk back toward him, opening the tub as you move.

As you move towards him, you begin to really notice how fatigued he is. Even from a distance, his eye bags are noticeable, and despite his shoulder muscles being tensed from a long day of training, they're also sagging slightly in a manner you could only describe as defeated.

His feet are slightly swollen, an indication that he's stood on them for too long, and his bruised ankles an indication of how tough the training was today.

You begin to notice some other bruises on his shoulders and forearms as you sit beside him on the couch.

His sullen, bruised figure makes your heart clench. You wish you could take away his pain, both emotional and physical.

Loki chooses not to directly answer and instead says,

"They don't like me."

His eyes stare emptily at the ceiling as they brim red with unshed tears.

You begin to rub the salve onto the bruises on his forearm softly and quietly, giving him space to talk about what's on his mind.

"And I understand, I really do, but I just wish that they understood too," he continues, "I wish they understood that if I could go back and change what happened — if I could take away their memories and trauma, I would do it. I would do it without hesitation."

His voice is quiet, and it breaks often, but it has this urgency to it as if he's begging you to understand.

But he doesn't have to, never had to.

You understand him, you always have.

"I never wanted any of this to happen, do you know?" he adds.

"I know," you murmur back, your tone soft, not wanting to disturb this moment of vulnerability.

"Besides you, Wanda understands me best. She understands what it means to be young and misguided, to be built up for something great only to find out it's all been a lie, that you've been brainwashed the whole time,"

You understood what he meant, that he was speaking of Odin's betrayal & lies, and of Thanos' "Glorious purpose".

All lies, all acts that Loki was puppeteered on a string throughout.

All deception and brainwashing, not being able to control his own actions against the influence of the mind stone.

"James gets it too. He knows what brainwashing can lead to, but he never approaches me or even acknowledges me." Loki continues to speak his mind, "I try to pretend that I don't care, but it still hurts, and probably more than any of the offenses from the rest of the team."

He takes a deep breath, trying to control his breathing which has gone slightly erratic.

"He understands me, he knows what I've been through, and he gets it, yet his attitude always indicates hatred, and I always wonder 'is what I've done so bad and unforgivable that even those who understand still can't find it in them to forgive me for it?'"

At this point tears have already started streaming from the corners of his eyes, slowly trailing down and stopping as they make contact with your hands, which by now have stopped rubbing the salve onto his arms and are massaging his shoulders instead.

"Wanda is nice to me, at least, but she still won't speak to me outside of training or if you're not around, and it makes me wonder if she actually hates me too, but is just good at hiding it?"

He sighs, closing his eyes as he does.

"Maybe that's why they train me so hard. Natasha seems to be unable to look me in the eyes, and all Stark and the captain do is scowl at me. I know they hate me, Y/N, they don't even try to hide it." He reopens his eyes and tilts his head to look at you, "I think...they use training as an excuse to take out the anger they have towards me." he finishes.

You stand up and move towards where his feet are, raising them as you sit and plop them on your lap as you begin rubbing the salve on them too.

"They understand, Loki. Believe me, they do." you begin, "They just don't know how to work around all the trauma they got from New York, especially when it's your face they see in those haunting memories." you continue as you give his calf a soft squeeze in reassurance.

"Bucky is just scared, Lokes."

Loki stays silent for a moment, his body curves into itself slightly, as if trying to ward off a sudden pain.

"From...from me?" he questions, his voice timid and sad, his lips trembling slightly.

Shit, no.

"No! No Loki, not like that," you clarify, " he wonders the same thing you do. He and Stark aren't exactly the most civil, same thing with Nat. For them, Bucky is a reminder of a horrible time they suffered, much like you are to them."

"I guess so," he quietly agrees, his body loosening.

"So, he's cared that...I don't know, that their opinions of him might've influenced you and that if he tried to talk to you, you'd dismiss or reject him," you explain to Loki quietly.

He nods at you in understanding, motioning for you to continue.

"It's the same fear you have, bub, he's just worried that the one person who could understand him most would shun him and kick him to the curb. He doesn't hate you Lokes, he's just as scared as you are."

He hums at you while nodding once more, then says "You're right, dove."

"I always am." you tease with a smile.

"But...but what of Wanda?" Loki asks as he returns to the same timid tone he used moments ago.

"She's just a kid, Lokes. She gets you but she also worries about what Steve and the rest would think; she doesn't fully understand the tension between you and them but she tries to stay on the good side of both parties because she's scared of losing this home, Lokes," you reply.

Loki sighs once more then sits up and uses his hands to maneuver backward so that his back rests on the back of the couch, his ankles slipping off your lap in the process.

"You're right once again, darling," Loki replies.

You chuckle, and so does he, the atmosphere now turns sombre and warm, the sadness from earlier fading away, for the most part.

"Talk to them Loki," you suggest, "Start with bucky and Wanda, they'll understand you most. Talk to them at breakfast or after training. Talk about how training went or their duties or even talk about the weather. Once they start warming up to you, the others will follow in suit. You could also ask for Thor for help once he returns from Asgard."

He opens his mouth to object but you raise your hand and cut him off.

"No, Loki. I know you don't like asking for help but he's your brother and the team trusts and loves him and will take his word, even more than they'd do mine. That doesn't mean I won't put in my input, but he'd be more helpful and you know it."

He sighs for the third time this night, this time defeatedly, moving to run his hand through his still sweaty and slightly matted hair, grimacing slightly as he does.

An idea pops into your head, making you smile slyly.

"How about I wash your hair, hmm?" you ask as you grin widely at him.

"Yeah?" he asks with a small smile as he locks eyes with you.

"Yeah." you reply

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Loki sits in the tub filled with warm and soapy water, helping him relax from his long, tiring day.

The bathroom smells of his apple shower gel, a scent that you love oh, so much.

You reach forward and grab his apple shampoo, a complementary product to his beloved shower gel.

You sit back behind him, on the thick marble surrounding the tub as you squeeze a generous amount of the shampoo out onto your hand, then set the bottle aside and lather the shampoo in your hands before reaching out and intertwining your hand in Loki's dark, wet locks.

Slowly and tenderly, you begin to massage his scalp, cleaning it of all the day's dirt and sweat.

Loki groans and leans his head back slightly, his eyes closed in pleasure.

You continue to massage his scalp, moving your fingers in small circles as you press your nails gently onto his skin, making him moan.

Afterward, you start to run your fingers down his hair, stopping at his ends, which were floating in the tub water, then lifting your fingers back up to massage his scalp.

Loki leans his head back entirely as he sinks deeper into the tub, having to bend his knees slightly to fit.

He opens his eyes and locks them straight with yours, giving you a soft smile in the process.

"You know I love you, right?" he asks in a faint whisper.

"I know," you whisper back, "I love you too, so much."

Loki's smile widens and he releases a small giggle as he closes his eyes lightly, a result of the loving, euphoric warmth he feels throughout his chest whenever he's around you. The sound makes your heart flutter and your stomach fill with butterflies.

Loki re-opens his eyes and lifts himself upwards slightly as he stretches a hand behind your head, entangling it into your hair, and pulls you down to kiss you softly.

His lips tangle with yours tenderly, moving at a slow pace that sets your heart alight.

His lips are smooth and warm as they suck at your lips.

You use your hand on his jaw to slowly ease his mouth open, deepening the kiss as you caress his tongue with yours, prompting a deep moan from his throat.

You bite his lower lip as you pull back to look at him, releasing it once you're far enough to see his face.

Loki slowly re-opens his eyes, and when they do open entirely, they are a clear, beautiful green, reflecting his adoration for you.

His figure lays in the tub in a carefree haze, a small love-struck smile playing on his lips.

He looks like he's high.

But good, a good high.

Loki moves upwards once more as he closes his eyes and plants another, hotter kiss on your lips. He deepens this kiss almost instantly.

His lips move at a more feverish pace this time, his motions frantic as if he's trying to mold your faces into one.

He pulls back once more, breathing heavily, his eyes a much darker shade now.

"I think...you should join me in the tub, dove," Loki murmurs as he glances at your lips then back to your eyes.

"Aren't you tired, Lokes?" you question.

"No, not anymore," he smirks, "besides, I have tomorrow off."

"Is that so?" you reply teasingly as you look into his hooded eyes.

"Yeah, it is," he answers as he moves to kiss you once more, this time slower, making your head spin with need.

He pulls you closer, beginning to pull your shirt off.

"I love you," he murmurs against your lips between kisses.

"I love you, too." you gasp back.

He pulls you alongside the tub, waiting as you take your clothes off, then helps ease you into the tub, his arms on your waist.

Then softly, tenderly, begins to make love to you, showing you exactly how grateful he is for you, expressing the love he harbors for you as he brings you to intoxicating highs, murmuring soft confessions of love along your neck and chest.

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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F&D - Search for Infinity ❤️‍🔥P21❤️‍🔥 Time to plan a party

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The next morning you woke up to an empty bed. After a long yawn and a quick stretch, you made your way towards Lokis bathroom, quickly washing your face and brushing your teeth before deciding to hunt down your future husband and his gremlin. For some reason, you felt happier this morning as if your life wasn’t currently falling apart. Perhaps the knowledge of knowing you may not have had too many mornings like these left left you cherishing the remaining ones. Leaving Lokis room, you headed towards the kitchen where you assumed Loki and Sev were.

“You give these ones to mummy and remember to tell her you made them. These ones on the other hand are the ones I made.” You heard Loki speak as you turned to walk inside.

“I made mummy these ones.” Seven replied, pointing to the neat stack of pancakes Loki held.

“Fine.” Loki huffed “I made mummy these ones.” He said, picking up the plate of unappetising, messy pancakes decorated with a plethora of different sweets and fruits as opposed to his ones with a small helping of syrup.

“Morning mischief, morning princess.” You greeted them both, kissing Loki on the cheek as you took the plate from Sevens hand and placed it on the table before sitting her on your lap as you sat down.

“Inamorata.” Loki greeted, feeding you a strawberry as he kissed you on the head.

“What’s all this?” You smiled, gesturing to the plates of food.

“I made thisss.” Seven answered, eagerly pointing to Lokis plate of pancakes.

“And I guess that means I made these ones.” Loki added, pointing to the almost dripping plate as he sat down.

“Interesting” you laughed “why didn’t you wake me up Loki, I would have made breakfast.”

“I thought I’d let you sleep.” He answered, cutting a piece of the edible pancake and giving it to Seven.

“Again? Loki you’re allowed to wake me up, roll me off the bed if you have to.” You snorted.

“You just always look so angelic when you sleep, I wouldn’t dare disturb you.” He smiled.

The three of you continued to talk as you ate breakfast. One by one, each of the avengers wondered in, grabbing something to eat or speaking to you and Loki for a while before leaving. Usually you’d enjoy the quiet time but today you enjoyed each and every single conversation you had with each of them, your family. Who knew how many more times you’d be able to partake in such frivolous conversations. Even if you somehow managed to survive this plague, once the team found out, they were bound do treat you differently, as if you were weak, fragile. Them not knowing was a blessing. Luckily there wasn’t much for the Avengers to do considering SHIELD had recruited more agents a few weeks ago so they were able to cover most things especially since Fury knew you had a birthday to plan. He’d act like he didn’t care but you didn’t miss the wrapped gift he had left with Tony during yesterdays visit.

“I think Thor here would love to take his niece for a while, maybe watch a film or I don’t know, learn some maths or whatever she does when she’s not with you.” Nat suggested when Thor walked in.

“She’s actually very smart.” Thor remarked, looking at Seven as he narrowed his gaze.

“Pwincess.” Seven greeted, also narrowing her gaze too.

“Seven” Thor replied. “And I’m not a princess.”

“For.” She then corrected.

“What is this?” Loki asked, gaze flicking between Sev and Thor.

“From what I gathered when I arrived, Thor lost some sort of bet or game against your five year old, now he has to apparently tidy her room for life and give her ice cream whenever she wants.” Nat cut in.

“You are gambling with my five year old?” You scolded Thor.

“This wasn’t a simple bet, this is war.” Thor declared, picking Seven up as he ruffled her hair. “You’re the princess.” He said as he poked her nose. You were about to open your mouth to reply but you noticed one of Sevens tiaras from her room appear on Thors head.

“Loki! Was that you?” You gasped.

“No.” He answered as shocked as you.

“My baby is growing up, she’s a little trickster like her dad.” You smiled.

“You think you’re so funny don’t you, well let’s see how funny you are at the park.” Thor spoke, removing the crown from his head and placing it on Sevens head “do you mind y/n? I’ll ensure she’s safe, I am the god of Thunder.” He almost boasted. You looked at Loki who gave you a curt nod.

“Yep just bring her back in one piece please.” You replied. You got Seven ready before kissing her goodbye before she and Thor left leaving you, Loki and Nat.

“Right, what’s the plan for Sevs birthday?” Nat asked excitedly.

“Well she hasn’t seen Izzy for a while so I was thinking she’d go there for a sleepover.” You answered.

“I’ve also got something planned.” Loki grinned.

“Anyways” Nat continued, looking from Loki to you “we should do something here too, at least sing happy birthday. She’s the youngest avenger after all. Plus it’s the first birthday we’ve got with her.”

And perhaps the last one I’ll have with her you thought to yourself.

“You’re right, we’ll do something here first and then Loki will take her to London for the night.” You decided “oh yeah Loki, what was your surprise?”

“That’s for our ears only my darling.” He chuckled lowly.

“Okay ew.” Nat grimaced.

“Oh shut up, I’m sure you and Bruce didn’t keep the honeymoon PG.” you laughed.

“You know me y/n, there was nothing PG about it.” She winked.

The three of you planned a few things which included Natasha shouting down the phone in Russian after the balloon shop said they couldn’t fulfil her order in such a short space of time. There were also no cake shops available until Tony got wind of what you were up to and took the phone from your hand, telling the cake shop owners that he was their new boss.

“Tony!” You reprimanded.

“What’s the point in me being a billionaire if I can’t get little Sev a cake?” He shrugged.

“Yeah doesn’t mean you had to buy the whole shop.” You sighed “can you maybe also buy the balloon shop?”

“Gotcha.”

By the time Thor and Sev retuned, Sev holding an ice cream in each hand, you, Loki, Nat and Tony had planned a small gathering in two days time for Sevens birthday. You had sorted the location, cakes, balloons, food, a DJ, presents, a whole day at Disneyland with just you guys and a few more little more pieces.

“Hey baby, did you enjoy the park?” You asked, helping Sev remove her coat as she placed one of the half melted ice creams in your hand.

“It was very good, we love the swings.” Thor answered.

“Obviously not you you oaf.” Loki said to Thor.

“Yesss.” Seven beamed, taking the icecream from your hand and giving you the other one “for you.”

“Oh wow, thank you.” You smiled at the melted mess in your hand “I’m sure daddy would like some.” You added when you heard Loki giggling behind you.

A/N: I’ve forgotten how to write 😂 my apologies. Anyways imagine this gif as a scene, Thor and Loki both being serious but then the camera pans down to a child wearing a bright dress and holding a wand. Imagine you then gesturing for them to stand closer together so you could take a picture 🥺🤣 aw

Loki: This is the closest I’m standing to him y/n

Thor: Come on brother, I don’t bite

Loki: Well I do

Seven: Cheeeeeeese

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revengeisourlullaby · 3 years

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If I Never Knew You Pt.1

Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, arranged marriage plot, kinda royal au, some fighting, secret relationship, angst.

a/n: This is going to be a six part series. I’ve never done a series before, but I write so much anyway I thought why not make one. I’ll probably upload each part daily unless there is demand for them to come faster. I hope you enjoy. Requests/asks will be open if you wanna send smth to me! Although I will admit I am kinda slow in finishing requests. I have a lot to balance in my life so my apologies if I don’t get to them immediately!

Word count: 1.8K

Loki x female!reader

The sun shone through the window of your home, the golden rays warming up your cheeks and waking you from your slumber. Sitting up, you stretched, feeling the sleep vibrate out of your body. Tossing the sheets off your body, you swung your legs out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to begin your morning routine. Finishing with tending to the mass of hair on your head you trailed back into your bedroom to change into clothes appropriate for the day. An array of dresses always leaving you indecisive about what to wear.

Settling on an olive green one you walked towards the mirror and fastened the ties around the back of your neck. The loose sleeves draped over your shoulders, cascading down your back, and gold accents adorning the neckline. Finding your shoes, you slipped out of your bedroom, closing the door behind you, and walked down the hallway, the chatter of your family becoming more clear as you near the entrance of the main room.

“Good morning, mother. Father.”

It seemed you had slept in quite a bit, given your parents already eating breakfast. Your mother piped up

“There’s a portion left for you on the counter, my dear.”

Eying the food you decided you weren’t all that hungry yet. You had just woken up and your body had yet to settle. Declining, you grabbed your satchel and began to walk towards the door.

“But Y/N, you should really eat something before starting your day.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom. I promise. I’m just not that hungry right now. I’ll eat when I get back.”

Finally reaching the door, your father chimed in,

“You know, Y/N, just because you try to avoid the obvious, doesn’t mean it’s going to go away any sooner.”

Dropping your head, you sighed. You couldn’t seem to escape the duties of being a young woman in a world where royal obligations were something you were expected to partake in. Upon reaching the age of 18, you were supposed to be on the lookout for a decent suitor of a husband. The fact of the matter was, you were now approaching 22 and had yet to find someone acceptable, not only by your standards but by your parents.

For this uniting of peoples would also be a uniting of families. You had until your 21st birthday to find a man suitable to everyone's liking and if you didn’t, arranged marriage was the next option. No one wanted to be known as the woman in Asgard who couldn’t get a man to offer his hand in marriage, yet here you were in all your glory. It was frustrating.

If only they knew.

“I know, Dad. Things are a little bit harder when I have to seek my parents' approval for my marriage.”

Your tone became short, frustrated at the entire situation. You already had someone, for a while now actually, but you hadn’t the guts to inform your parents because you knew they would shut him down. So you loved in silence. It was more than painful, not being able to be truly open with your lover, but you had yet to find the right time to pour out your heart to your family. Taking a deep breath, your grounded yourself and turned towards the door,

“I’ll be back later, I love you.”

Your mom got to responding before your father did,

“We love you too dear. Make sure to pay attention to who you’re around. Be safe.”

Smiling lightly you finally walked out the door and stepped into the fresh air that was Asgard. It never got old. The scent of the trees and freshwater that surrounded this place sent one into such serenity. Just being outside could allow your mind to drift elsewhere and forget about the troubles in your life. Walking as far as you could from your home you spaced out in the direction you were going.

Coming back to when you accidentally kicked a pebble across the ground. Looking up you found yourself in one of the many gardens that surrounded Asgard. Walking to a marble bench, you scrunched up some of your dress in your hands, folding one leg under you before sitting atop it. Crossing your other leg across it and letting the fabric of your dress fall to the ground.

Pulling your satchel into your lap, you grabbed your journal out of it and began to sketch the garden in front of you. Paying special attention to the detail of the flowers, wanting to make sure you entirely captured the essence of their beauty on paper. Lost in concentration, you failed to hear the footsteps approaching behind you. It wasn’t until you felt a hand rub small circles into your shoulder that you turned around.

Hair fell in your face, obscuring your view of who was in front of you. Bringing your hand up to place your hair away from your face you dropped your pen on the ground. You went to reach for it, but a separate pair of hands grabbed it first.

“You seem to be quite the mess today, my darling.”

A genuine smile stretched across your features before looking up into the enchanting blue of his eyes.

“Loki, hi! What are you doing out here?”

Sitting down next to you, careful to avoid your dress he spoke,

“Well, I was informed that a beautiful lady was sitting in the garden in front of the palace so of course, I had to go inspect the situation. And upon seeing a stunning shade of green draped over the bench, I had to introduce myself.”

An airy laugh left your throat, blithe being showcased across your being.

“If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you fancy this beautiful woman.”

“How could I not? Her beauty extends beyond the physical. She's incredibly intelligent and the only one to unconditionally show kindness and love to those who deserve it. It’d be incredibly injudicious of me to not be aware of that.”

“Alright, alright Loki, you’ve buttered me up enough.” you chuckled

“It’s never enough, darling. And it’s not buttering you up if it’s true, which it is. So, against your wishes, I shall continue to do it.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Looking down at his hands, you placed yours on top of his and gazed into his eyes once more. Glancing down to his lips and back up to his eyes, you slowly leaned in, Loki meeting you halfway. A kiss so tender you forgot it was Loki whose lips were tangled in a dance with your own.

Loki moved his hand out from underneath yours and placed it on your cheek. You pulled away from the kiss and nestled your head into his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek allowing you to relish in the moment of being with each other. Flashing your eyes back up to his you asked,

“Shall we go for a walk?”

“Why not?”

Stuffing your journal and pen back into your satchel you untangled your legs and got up from the bench, Loki helping you stand up so that you didn’t trip on your dress. Taking your hand in his own, you two walked through the garden on a path that would eventually lead you to the entrance of the palace.

“I’ve missed you Loki. I always miss you, I hate being away from you.”

“I know my love, I do as well, but you of all people know our predicament.”

You stopped in your tracks and turned in haste to stop him as well, making him face you. You brought both your hands up to cup his face, an idea flashing bright behind your eyes,

“Well, maybe we can change it! We can be the change to get rid of this stupid rule. I can’t imagine my life without you Loki. I don’t want to have to share my world with someone else. It’s only ever going to be you.”

Bringing his hands up to your wrists, he looked deep into your eyes, sorrow and hope swimming behind his facial features.

“Maybe we can, although we have to prepare for the worst...but that doesn't mean we can’t try.”

Giving a small smile, he moved his hands to the back of your head, thumb caressing your temple, and leaned in to kiss you. Giving you all the reassurance you could’ve asked for. Pulling away from each other you continued down the path hand in hand. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, serenity washing over you.

Opening your eyes, you realized you were closing in on the front of the palace meaning you would now be in the public eye and the last thing you wanted was more gossip to fall upon you. Looking at your lover, you stopped walking, halting him in his tracks. Forcing him to turn around and look at you.

“What is it?”

You sighed, suddenly being overcome with emotion.

“Well, if we walked any further, everyone would see us and I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble for you…”

“...Trouble? For me?”

Loki scoffed, his signature smirk following.

“Love, all I’m known for is for causing trouble, I wouldn’t mind another notch on my belt.”

You were hesitant. You loved Loki and you knew your feelings were reciprocated through him, but it was difficult breaking from the chains of what you ‘were supposed to do’. It left you in such dissonance and yet you felt in your heart to rebel so fiercely that Asgard would immortalize your change. Your silence alerted Loki and he spoke again,

“Y/N, if we are to ever make any sort of change we cannot hide in the shadows anymore. We cannot separate and scatter like roaches when the light is shined upon us. We must bask in it. That is the only way we can possibly aspire to reach our goal of loving one another in true fulfillment.”

“You’re right.”

“I always am.”

You placed your hand back in his and Loki smiled down at you.

“Ready to have the target on your back, Y/N?”

“As long as you’re by my side, I can handle anything.”

Walking out of the secluded area of the garden, you finally stepped into the light. For the first time in the last year being open about your courtship with Loki. Asgard’s God of Mischief and your parent’s worst nightmare. You felt armored for anything to be hurled in your direction with Loki was by your side and always would be.

The anxiety of it all had yet to drain from your bones and you couldn’t help but draft up ‘what ifs’ in your head. As if Loki was scavenging through your brain, he gave your hand an inspiriting squeeze, bringing you back into your body and out of your head. If only you knew how the whispers of your choice in partnership would rain the fires of hell all too soon.

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From Bleak to Bright - Part Nine

All other parts on on my masterlist, link provided below.

AN: this chapter is long again but worth it;) I’ve included two lines from two of you who’ve participated in my little challenge and these are the lines:

“You will not touch her!!”

“ Darling, I may be a god but I am still a man”

so be on the look out;)

Warnings: angst, language, sexually explicit language (18+ only!)

MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST

PART NINE

Three days passed without incident, well, false, there were a few spilled cereals on the floor and burning yourself while trying to make dinner. Otherwise, though, there was no incident!

Loki kept his distance, or well, as far away as he wanted. Whenever he deigned to come back to the loft, he was handsy. A hand at the small of your back while you made dinner. A hand on your thigh while you read to him late at night. A lingering hand in yours while you said goodnight. But never more.

And as much as you wanted to be more, to have the courage to swallow your pride and to act on the soulmate bond, you never went further.

Even despite the soulmate bond, the fact that colors were so vibrant and real, there was always that nagging thought at the back of your head. Bruce. He came to you in your dreams, pleading, begging you to come back. Even if you woke up with your heart in your throat, your fingers trembling, you never made another attempt to leave the loft.

And that’s what it was this morning, waking up with your heart bashing against your breastbone, your breath haggard, hands shaking as you gripped the sheets. You gasped, trying to catch your breath, but the vividness of the dream made your head spin. Ever since colors came to you, your dreams just felt that much more real.

After sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to get your brother’s face out of your mind, you went to the bathroom and cleaned up for the day, dressing in your regular jeans and t-shirt. You planned to ask Loki how his evil mastermind of a plan was going, but the loft was quiet.

Last night, you’d gotten through half of Jane Austen, while Loki played in your hair, watching you with those intense green eyes. The book still lay on the couch, open, face down, and you picked it back up.

“Proceeding without me, darling?”

You looked back as Loki strode in from the hall, the door to his room wide open, and you could see his unmade bed beyond. You wondered how Loki slept. Was he a quiet, unmoving sleeper? Or a loud, messy one?

“Sleeping in late now, are we?” you countered as you went back to the book. Loki went to the kitchen with a chuckle, beginning his breakfast.

“A day off never hurt anybody,” he answered.

“A day off from what?” you asked with a snark. “From taking over my planet?”

He chuckled softly but never answered. He was so dodgy when it came to questions about it. Even your questions about the Avengers, he usually shrugged and ignored you.

He came back with two bowls of Lucky Charms and coffee, which you both indulged in silence. Today, Loki was wearing a black knit sweater and his usual trousers, his leg folded on the couch between you. He looked almost sweet eating his child’s cereal, deep in thought, those green gems faraway.

When you were finished, he took your bowl and empty mug and went back to the kitchen to wash them. You looked at him, chin on the back of the couch, losing yourself in the width of his broad shoulders, the way the fabric of his sweater strained across the expanse of his back.

He was truly, utterly beautiful. Maybe it was the soulmate bond tugging deep in your chest, making you see things in him you’d normally never notice. But his touch was gentle, even if his body was all sharp, hard angles. His face was sweet despite the constant frown and the obnoxious tone he sometimes employed. There was something about those strands of raven hair, cut short just beneath his ears, that you wanted to run your fingers through. Would they be soft? Would they be thick?

Countless times you’d pictured yourself tugging at those dark roots, pulling his head back and exposing his pale, long neck.

“Staring, Y/N?” came the rumble of his voice.

You perked up, cheeks growing hot. He was still facing away from you. How did he know?

Your silence made him chuckle, his shoulders moving along with the waves of his laughter. He turned off the tap, turning to face you, leaning against the countertop. You wanted to absolutely delete the space between the both of you, but instead, you fell back against the couch, only your eyes and forehead visible to him.

He smiled cockily. “It’s fine if you stare,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s adorable.”

“I wasn’t,” you stuttered, looking away, wanting to hide. “I wasn’t staring.”

“I am not an idiot,” Loki said, stalking towards you. “I know staring when I see it.” He put his hands on the back of the couch, on each side of your face, and you had to look up to maintain eye contact.

“I was just - looking,” you mumbled, looking down.

He hooked a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes back to his. “I said it’s fine if you look,” he said, inching closer, leaning over you. “I do it too.”

He watched you frown with a tilt of his head, his fingers still grasping your chin. Your mouth parted to say something back, maybe a clever little retort, but you found yourself at a lost for words.

“I feel the same bond as you, Y/N,” he said, and now his tone was lower, rougher. “I feel the same... desires as you.” You wanted to look away, but he kept a hold on you that you dared not break. “Do you think of me at night?” he asked in a whisper.

Your breath hitched. You did. God, you did. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you stayed long hours staring up at the cream ceiling, imagining what he was doing in his room. What he was thinking. If he was imagining you as well. If his body responded to the thought of you. Because yours did whenever his smirk appeared in your mind’s eye, whenever those hands imaginarily stroked your hips.

His mouth quirked up in a smirk. “You do,” he murmured, gaze dropping momentarily at your parted lips. “Say it.” It was a command.

You gulped, finding it extremely hard to maintain eye contact. “I do.” Your voice was small, barely above a whisper.

He smiled. “Of course you do.” He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb. “I can’t help it, having you in my thoughts. It’s like a plague. I can’t bare it when I am not with you. I want...” he trailed off, his eyes round, red mouth parted as if he was surprised he’d admitted this much. “I want to kiss you so much. I want to touch every single inch of your skin. I want to taste you and hear what that brings out of you. I can’t stop thinking about it, and Gods, is it hard to control myself.”

You gulped, heat crawling up your face, your hands in fists at your sides. Something new spilled in your tummy, a heat previously unbeknownst to you. It dripped like lead down your thighs, seeping into your core, and you shut your legs together to keep it there.

Loki chuckled, watching you struggle. “Darling, I may be a God but I am still a man,” he whispered. You shivered, the force of his words like a hot flame coursing down your body. “And I won’t be able to keep myself from you any longer.”

You looked up, something daring crawling up your features, relaxing your trembling fists.

“Then don’t,” you said.

He was so close to you that you could see the little freckles on his eyelids, the crinkling of the skin beside his mouth as his lips split into a grin.

“You’re bad,” he uttered. “I like it.”

He softly jerked his chin, eyes boring into yours, and you felt the kiss before he even touched you. His hand left your chin and slid down to grasp your shoulders, bringing you up, kneeling before him. And as he softly pressed his lips to yours, he brought you over the edge of the couch until you stood before him.

At first, his lips were hesitant, soft, slow, as if he was afraid to scare you. To make sure you totally and utterly wanted this. And God, was this better than anything you’d ever experienced. The smell of him so close, the feel of his body pressed flushed against yours, his lips molding against your mouth. It was Paradise.

Flames erupted under your flesh as Loki kissed you, slowly, sensuously. Your hands slid across his arms, up around his shoulders, and finally, you gripped the soft roots of his raven locks. A guttural groan escaped his throat when you tugged softly, and his left hand - that’d been obediently tucked against your waist - gripped your ass, while his right hand wrapped slowly around your throat.

And his kiss deepened, became hungrier, his tongue opening your lips for him. Heat pooled treacherously down your belly, settling in the pit of your pelvis. This side to Loki, this lasciviousness, the way his hand around your throat squeezed ever so slightly, the one on your ass gripping possessively, made your heart trash against your ribs.

You wanted more. You wanted closer. You wanted him.

But the moment broke. It shattered at the sound of a loud, blaring alarm, the loft shutting down and coming back blood red in lights.

You broke apart, panting, and Loki quickly turned so you were behind him. Your hands rested on his upper back, and you could feel his quick breaths as he scanned the room. Your lips were warm, swollen from his kiss.

A shuddering, ground breaking crash made the floor beneath your feet rumble, like a great big beast had thundered through the walls.

“Shit,” you said, all heat lost, a frozen, merciless cold gripping your insides. You knew exactly what great big beast had found you.

Loki turned, and the complete change in his expression - from lust to panic - made your head spin.

“We’ve been found,” he said. “They’ve come for you, my dear.” He looked at you expectantly, and whatever he wanted you to say, you didn’t. Because you couldn’t choose between your brother, your fucking family, and your soulmate.

The unfairness made you want to cry.

He gripped your hand and kissed it harshly. “Stay here,” he ordered.

Your empty hand felt cold without his.

He turned and rippled his magic, illusion dripping from him, revealing the true God. Clad in his long green cotton cape, his black, gold, and green armor adorning his lean build, his horned, golden helmet casting off the brute lights. He looked like a true God; a powerful one.

Something weird and unpleasant settled in your stomach when he brought his left hand up, his golden staff materializing between his fingers. The light at the tip glowed a nebulous, familiar blue.

He used it to travel - that was the only word you had for it, the way the world seemed to crack before him, swallowing Loki whole and closing, leaving you staring at empty space.

Panting, heart beating, thoughts wild from both the kiss and the blaring alarm, you ran for the door. As you’d guessed, it was locked. Whatever magic Loki held on the loft, it wasn’t about to let you out. Pressing your ear against the door, you heard nothing but the muffled rumbling of the lab on the other side.

You pushed back, angry, groaning in frustration. Maybe if you found your brother and explained. Even if it was ridiculous. Even if Loki was ultimately the villain, the one to threaten your own planet, there had to be an explanation for the bond. And surely, your brother would understand, right?

But you had no time to answer your own question. You had no time to venture into your thoughts. The door blasted open, sending a wave of heat, throwing you back across the air. You landed hard on your back, your head cracking against the floor.

You vision blurred, wavered, flooding in and out from black to red. A few sparks blew in your vision, muffled voices blurring in your ears. Something pushed off your chest, a heavy weight clearing, your breathing returning in a rush.

Someone was talking to you, yelling at you actually, but you couldn’t make them out. Your world was red and black, a harsh duality, your head swimming viciously. You thought you’d vomit, but the feeling passed. Your left arm was numb.

“Get up!”

It was a voice you recognized.

Thor.

You felt arms under your knees, behind your head, gently lifting you. There was a cold harshness, like steel, against your cheek. A rumbling voice overhead.

“Y/N,” he said, shaking you slightly. “Can you hear me?”

You shook your head. “He’s going to kill you,” you mumbled, frowning, a violent headache searing across your brain.

Thor huffed.

Something crashed nearby. Thor groaned, his body moving slightly.

“Let her go!” Loki’s voice made the world regain its focus, like being taken out from underwater. You reached up, gripping Thor’s armor. Trying to push yourself off.

“Loki, you’ve mascaraed this planet!” Thor shouted. The force of his voice shook through you. The voice of a God. A king.

“Let her go, brother! You’ve no idea what you’re doing!” There was pain in Loki’s voice, urgency. Fear.

“Put down the staff, Loki,” Thor demanded. Your head was heavy. An ache crawled along your skull. Another concussion.

The air shifted, something similar to space travel, but your skin didn’t tighten, your body didn’t feel stretched across time. Thor yelled, his hands curling at your sides, until you were dropped and Thor’s body was propelled from yours.

When you looked up, your head aching something fierce, Loki was bent over you, green eyes torn with fear. He placed a hand on your shoulder, skimming your collarbone. “I’ll kill him,” Loki growled, getting to his feet.

You wanted to tell him to stop, to just take you away again, but your head was too heavy to lift.

“Bruce is out there, brother,” Thor said, but you couldn’t see him, and your brother’s name on his tongue made tears brim in your eyes. “He’s coming for her and you can’t stop it!”

“You cannot have her!” Loki yelled back, vicious, teeth snapping. “You will not touch her! She’s mine!”

There was a vicious, tremendous crash, the ground rumbling under your spine, sending reverberations painfully dancing along your skull.

Loki turned, saw the flash of green in the blaring red of the alarm. You wanted to call out. Call out to your brother. You didn’t want him hurt, even if you knew that in this form, the Hulk was basically indestructible.

Loki was too far away to simply leave with you, using the power of his staff. He glanced at you, saw the expanse of space between you both, and his eyes sharpened, just as Hulk came barreling through the wall, roaring in rage, coming toe to toe with Loki.

And Loki vanished, leaving you there, on the floor, broken, and empty.

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All For You - Part 2

Loki x Reader

Content Warnings: abuse mentions, violence, strong language

Word Count: 2,294

Loki had only been partially right the night before - you did have a slight headache when you woke, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he had made it seem like it would be. It's nothing a couple of aspirin can't cure, You thought as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"Well look who finally decided to get up." Your head snapped to the side, your fiancé's voice startling you. "Did you have fun?"

You sighed. "What are you on about now?"

"As if you don't know," He scoffed. "Bringing that God back to our room, flirting with him, kissing him."

"For fuck's sake, Ben, he kissed my cheek," You retorted. "I'd had a bit too much to drink so he walked me back to our room."

Ben was visibly seething. "Is he better than me? Is that it? Are you going to leave me for him now?"

"God, what is wrong with you?" You snapped. "I only just met him last night!"

"What's wrong with me?" Ben shouted, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you off the bed. "I'm not the one behaving like some depraved whore! That's all you, Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, yeah, because you eye-fucking Nat last night totally wasn't worse than a kiss on the cheek."

The force behind the resounding crack that followed was enough to knock you to the floor. Your eyes watered as you held a hand to your burning cheek, the sour taste of iron filling your mouth as your head spun trying to process what just happened.

Touching a finger to your lip, it came away bloody, and you looked up at your fiancé in shock. "Did you just hit me?"

Immediately, Ben's face softened as he dropped to his knees in front of you. "Baby, I am so sorry, I- I didn't mean to!" He kissed your forehead and pet your hair. "You know I didn't mean to do that, right? I just… You made me so angry, it wasn't my fault! I- All I could picture was Loki kissing you, and-"

"Ben, stop," You said, too in shock to cry. "Stop it."

"And then you said I was eye-fucking Nat, when you know I wasn't, right baby?" He continued. "You were just being jealous, and maybe you aren't as hot as she is but if I wanted her then I wouldn't be with you, okay? I love you."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Maybe I'm not as hot as she is, Ben?" You asked coldly.

"Baby, come on, don't be like that," He scoffed. "It's okay, I'm not going to go after her, I love you."

Shaking your head, you scooted away. "You love me?"

His eyes welled up with tears. "Don't make me beg, please? I love you, Y/N. I didn't mean it, I promise. You know I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't made me so angry, don't you?"

Your resolve broke at the sight of Ben crying, and you placed a hand to his cheek. "Please don't cry," You said softly.

"Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?" He said. "Don't tell anybody, then they'll think I'm an awful person and they'll try to make you leave me, and you don't want that, do you?"

"No," You sighed. "I know you didn't mean to, Ben. I'm sorry I made you so angry, it won't happen again."

He smiled, kissing you roughly. "I know baby. We're leaving today anyway, so let's just get packed up, and-"

"I'm going to take a shower," You interrupted. "Then I'll help pack, okay?" Ben nodded as you stood, and started to follow you to the bathroom until you turned around. "Alone, please."

His smile faltered, but he nodded. "Okay, I'll just pack it all up myself then, I guess."

"Ben, I'll help when I get out-"

"No, just go enjoy your shower alone," He said harshly before turning around and throwing your things into suitcases. You let out a sigh and walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

Walking over to the mirror, you inspected your cheek. There was a very prominent angry red handprint, already starting to bruise, and blood was dripping from your split lip. You felt tears burn behind your eyes as you started the shower, undressing slowly before stepping in. You noticed bruises on your wrist and arm beginning to form as well, and it was like the floodgates had burst open as tears poured from your eyes.

You sat on your knees on the floor of the tub, hunched over as you tried to sob as quietly as possible. You didn't bother with actually washing yourself, you just sat there and cried until you had no tears left and the water went cold.

Turning off the water, you wrapped your body in a towel and grabbed a second one to dry your hair, ignoring the pain in your wrist as you did so. The bruise on your cheek would be easy to hide with makeup, and you could cover the bruises on your arm with long sleeves, but your split lip was another thing entirely.

I'll have to come up with a story to explain that, You thought as you went about your routine. You splashed some cold water on your face, hoping to get rid of the puffiness of your eyes, and then brushed your teeth (and in doing so, reopened the cut on your lip). After it had stopped bleeding, you began layering concealer on your cheek to cover the bruise, trying to take your time before you had to face your fiancé again.

Even with all of your stalling, you were soon finished in the bathroom, and walked back into your room to find Ben sitting on the bed, suitcases unpacked, with a sour look on his face.

"What's the matter?" You asked. "I thought you said you were going to start packing while I was in the shower."

He huffed. "There's a snowstorm moving in, we're not going to be able to leave for at least another few days."

You tried not to show the relief that poured through you at the news. "I'm sorry baby, I know how much you wanted to go home today. This could be a good thing, though-"

"How is it a good thing?" He snapped. "I don't want to have to stay here, with that slimy snake Loki just waiting to get his filthy paws on you."

"You're right, I'm sorry," You replied quickly. "I was just trying to see a silver lining, but I guess there is none."

"Whatever," He grumbled. "We'll just stay in here."

You raised a brow at him. "Baby, if I have a few more days to spend with my brother, then I want to spend them with him, not hiding in my room." You saw him stiffen, and knew he was getting upset so you quickly continued, "Besides, would that not be suspicious, if we stayed holed up in here for days?"

He sighed. "I guess you're right. Just… Stay away from Loki, if I catch that weasel anywhere near you, I'll kill him."

Deciding that now would not be a good time to mention that he, a normal human man, could not kill a magic wielding God, you simply nodded. "Okay, I'll stay away from him. Let's.. Let me get dressed, and we can go eat breakfast, alright?"

He rolled his eyes, but nodded, and you quickly picked out an oversized, cream coloured turtleneck and black fitted jeans, throwing them on after putting on clean knickers.

"Are you ready?" You asked, and he nodded. The two of you walked to the kitchen together, where you were greeted by your brother, who was very obviously nursing a hangover.

"How are you feeling, Tony?" You asked. "You must have one hell of a hangover, because you look like absolute crap."

He chuckled dryly. "I'm surprised you don't, Y/N, what with all that Asgardian wine you drank last night."

You felt Ben stiffen beside you, but you didn't dare look up at him. "It's nothing that a couple of aspirin won't fix," You replied, looking for something to change the subject. "Did Pepper make breakfast? It smells amazing in here."

"Yes she did," Tony said. "She just finished, went all out since you two are here. The whole shebang."

You smiled. "Well, I'm going to go check if she could use a hand setting the table or anything. Ben, you can stay here and catch up with Tony, tell him about your new job."

Giving your fiancé a quick kiss on the cheek, you escaped to the dining room, where you found Pepper laying plates down in front of the seats at the table. "Hey! Do you need a hand?"

"Oh, no, Y/N, you're our guest," She said, smiling warmly. "I'd never ask you to- Your lip! What happened?"

You felt anxiety prick at your chest as you forced a smile. "I'm a pretty rough sleeper, I must have smacked myself. But please, you put so much effort into cooking, it's the least I can do."

You felt a wave of relief crash over you as she accepted your explanation and handed you the rest of the plates. When you had finished putting them out, you helped her carry the food from the kitchen, and Tony wasn't kidding when he said she made the whole shebang - French toast, eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, crêpes, and fresh fruits.

"That's everything," Pepper said, setting down two pitchers of orange juice. "Thank you for your help, Y/N."

"Of course," You said, smiling warmly. "Is JARVIS going to let the others know breakfast is ready?"

"Yes," Tony said, walking in with Ben. "But I'm starved, so I'm not going to wait for them."

You and Pepper laughed as the four of you sat down, and you filled your plate with some French toast, fruit, and hash browns as more of the Avengers began to trickle into the dining room.

Everyone chatted amicably amongst each other, giving much deserved compliments to Pepper on her cooking, but you could feel Ben seething next to you. What had Tony said to him that would have made him angry all over again? It couldn't have just been about you drinking that wine, could it?

Whilst you were eating, the cut on your lip reopened once again, and you had to excuse yourself to the kitchen to clean it up. Dabbing a paper towel to your lip, Loki meandered into the kitchen from the hall, eyeing you.

"What happened?" He asked, eyes staring at your split lip and noticing the faint discolouration on your cheek.

"I'm a rough sleeper," You said. "I must have hit myself in the mouth while I was asleep or something."

"Did you hit your cheek as well?" He asked.

You looked away from his intense gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," You replied quickly.

He was about to reply when Ben walked into the room, his eyes immediately falling on Loki. If looks could kill, Loki would be dust on the floor - but, to be fair, so would Ben.

"What do you want?" Ben snapped. "Here to mack on my fiancé some more are you?"

Loki looked at you, and you looked at Ben. "It wasn't like that, Ben, we'd all had a lot to drink last night."

"Yeah, I know you kissed him first," Ben said, his voice thick with barely-suppressed rage. "Tony told me."

You froze, looking at him in shock. "It was on the cheek!" You hissed. "Ben, please just stop this!"

"What's the problem?" Thor asked, walking into the kitchen.

Ben visibly paled, and his shoulders sagged. "Nothing," He said, obviously defeated. "I was just leaving."

"What happened?" Thor asked after Ben left. "He seemed upset, is he okay?"

"He's fine," Loki said quickly. "I provoked him."

A look of understanding came over Thor's face. "Ah, yes, well that does make sense. You need to stop that, brother."

Loki nodded, and Thor went back in the dining room. Turning back to you, Loki looked at you expectantly.

"I do believe you owe me an explanation," Loki said. "That is twice now that I have witnessed your fiancé speak to you in such a manner."

"I don't know what you're on about," You huffed.

Loki stepped closer to you. "Have you forgotten that I am the God of Lies? You cannot lie to me, I will know."

"Well, you're wrong." You turned away from him. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"Your lip is split open, your cheek is bruised, that oaf you call a fiancé speaks to you like you are his property, and twice now I have had to step in to cover for you." His blue eyes bore into yours, and you were at a loss for words.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly. "I don't know what you want me to say, Loki. You don't know what you're talking about. Ben would never intentionally hurt me, he loves me."

"So he's unintentionally hurt you, then?" Loki asked, catching on to your careful choice of words.

You pulled your chin away from his grasp. "I would appreciate it if you would stop interrogating me and allow me to finish my breakfast," You said. "You're welcome to join."

You plastered a smile on your face as you walked back into the dining room, ignoring the dread seeping into the pit of your stomach. Ben was livid, that much was obvious, but you tried to convince yourself that there was no way he would repeat the events of that morning.

Right?

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Drowning Part 7

I felt like writing today, so you guys have two Drowning parts today. Enjoy, but beware that I did not edit this.

Masterlist

@shydragonrider @asrasmysoulmate

Warnings: possessiveness, medical whump, odd medical practices, anesthesia, major descriptions of vomit, striped of clothing (not sexual), restraints, IVs, needles, knives, surgery (intense descriptions)

Hero blinked her eyes open, taking in the scene around her. She wasn't in the chair anymore, she could move her arms and legs and there wasn't the consistent beep of the monitors hooked up to Supervillain's skin.

Her hands must've have recovered some of their strength for she dug them into the object she was laid upon. It sunk down, but rebounded when she released pressure.

A bed.

Her head was also set gingerly upon a soft pillow- caressing to give her optimum comfort.

Light streamed in through a window, landing on her torso. Hero stiffened, noticing a shadow pass through her abdomen where it stopped.

"Look at me."

Hero hesitantly brought her head up to meet Villain's blue eyes. Memories of their encounter streamed through her head, blocking any other thought process.

"There we go now dear," Villain sat on the foot of the bed, tracing some form of shape into the ruffled covers with a smug smile on his tanned face.

"What do you want?" Hero asked, though she halfway knew the answer.

"You, of course, my dear," Villain said with such confidence that it almost sounded arrogant, cocky...

Possessive.

"Well, now you have me," Hero stated, her tongue feeling bitterly dry. "Where's Supervillain?"

"You still care about him? I thought the doctor- oh sorry, your friends- did a pretty good job of taking those feelings away," Villain tutted. "What breakfast? I made a smoothie bowl." Then he added with a twinkle to his gaze, "Your favorite."

"Hmm no thanks," Hero smiled, still glaring at Villain as if that would remove him from her sight. His whole fit body was a vulgar sight.

Villain sighed dramatically. "Can't I do anything right for you?" He asked, voice in a bitter snarl. "Nope," he answered himself. "No because Hero is too righteous to take anything from a villain..."

"Quit with the guilt tripping. It is not working," Hero informed him, rolling her eyes. "I don't want anything because I don't need anything."

"You can't walk."

"Can to," Hero retorted, crossing her arms, relieved that those at least had some strength in them.

"Try it," Villain dared, leaning against the bed with his palms dug deeply into a mattress, a twinkle in his eyes. Hero vaguely noticed the decrease in swelling, the near fading scar on his right temple- a reminder of how long she had been caged up.

Hero swung her legs to the other side, dangling them down before putting all her weight on the shaky muscles. Gripping the sides of the bed, she pushed herself off and...

She fell, only to be caught by strong arms.

"There now. Proved you wrong dearie, now how does breakfast sound?" Villain asked, smiling down at his little captive.

Hero snarled, tucking her chin to her chest, before nodding subtley. Villain grinned even wider and carried her to the kitchen where she was sat down at the table.

"What are they doing to Supervillain when I'm not there?" Hero asked, looking down at her hands.

"Probably healing him up," Villain replied as he dished flax meal and chia seeds on the berry smoothie bowl. "And then do who knows what."

"We should rescue him," Hero said, nearly a whisper. Villain cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?" He asked nonchalantly. Hero nodded and took the cold metal spoon and began to eat the more than delicious breakfast.

"That is, hmm, not happening," Villain scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Why not?" Hero asked, pausing her eating.

Villain didn't answer. He just left and began to wash the dishes.

"Hello?" Hero called, but received no answer in return.

Within the next fews days of movement, Hero built up enough strength in her legs to carry herself across the house without as much as breaking a sweat.

"I want to watch a movie tonight," Villain said once when Hero was helping clean up after dinner.

"What movie?" Hero asked, never giving him an joy-filled statement once in her stay.

"Thor," Villain replied. "The first one."

"Why don't we watch Iron Man? The first one. Or whichever one Tony gets drunk at the party and fights Rhodey."

"Because Stark sucks, Loki is the best."

"Uh, nooo. Loki is the definition of bad acting," Hero rolled her eyes as she set a dirty plate into the sink.

"Stark is the definition of a crappy character," Villain retorted as he handwashed a knife. Hero studied him, watching as the soapy water drenched his long sleeve shirt. His soft blonde hair trickled into his icy blue eyes as his pink lips were pulled tight into a concentrated purse.

"Or maybe we watch the Kissing Booth," Hero murmured and joined Villain to rinse off the plates and utensils to put them in the dishwasher.

Villain smiled, but it wasn't his usual broad, creepy smile that made shivers run down Hero's spine. It was a smile one, a contented embarrassed one. Tied with his blushing cheeks, Hero would've even called it cute.

That was if he never betrayed her, or never kidnapped her.

If he never kept her from rescuing Supervillain in that wretched place.

Yes, Hero noticed that doors that could only be unlocked by Villain's fingerprints. The sealed windows that refused to budge.

And the fact that the one story trailer house was different from Villain's previous home that consisted of three stories with a gym room and a gaming room.

He was moved, or moved himself, specifically to keep Hero locked in.

Not even his charisma could change that foreboding fact.

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"Welcome Supervillain to the lab."

Supervillain blinked slowly as LED lights brushed past tender eyelids. The rolling floor memorized him slightly as he watched the equally placed lines fall under the gurney's wheels.

The gurney took a turn, causing a nauseating lurch of vertigo to pass through his stomach. He held back the urge to gag and instead burped repeatedly until he tasted the beginnings of vomit.

Tossing his head over to the side, Supervillain opened his mouth a threw up. He wanted to lurch, but the restraints around all points of movement other than his head and neck forbid that. He was left to allow the puke to streaming down his front, landing on his bound hands.

"Look at you!" One of the heroes chastised, slapping Supervillain hard across the face with a backhanded slap. The world around Supervillain whirled and he nearly threw up again if it wasn't for the gag- no, metal bit- shoved into his mouth, hitting his teeth and sending yet another gag reflex through his esophagus. But this time, he was forced to keep the vomit within and threw up inside his own mouth. Groaning and eyes rolling up slightly, Supervillain laid his head back against the thin pillow that protected his head against any form of head injury. Eyes fluttering closed, he tried to draw more sleep in.

Only for a sudden release in pressure to wake him up from his momentary slumber. The bit was removed and his body was held under a faucet for his mouth to be washed out. Someone came behind him and dumped a bunch of listerine into his unsuspecting mouth. Sputtering from the numbing taste of strong original mouthwash, Supervillain allowed his head to dangle- black hair wetted by the flowing hot water.

Next, his soiled clothing was removed- even his pants- and replaced by a faded pair of shorts. His torso was left bare.

The next movement was of him being laid across a metal table, his limbs once again being held in place by the four-point restraint system- padded metal contraptions barricading any form of movement or escape from the inevitable pain that was to come.

"Patient is restrained, begin procedure."

Nurses bustled around, two on each side of him, one by his feet, and one by his head.

"We are going to force the water out of his lungs," another voice, one that was not owned by any of the nurses surrounding him. Out of the corner of Supervillain's eye, he saw the doctor. The doctor, pacing around not even once looking at the stretched out patient before him.

"This will be painful, but we need the patient entirely conscious for this to work," the doctor instructed. "We are going to insert a tube directly into his lungs- on both sides-, piercing them, and using a sort of plunger instrument to force the liquid through his trachea. To ensure he does not choke, Medic and Nurse, once the plungers are released, you ladies need to unrestrain him and roll him over to his side. We go slow and the second all the fluid is expelled, we need to anesthetize the patient to due emergency surgery to stitch the lungs back together. Estimated recovery time is a couple days with the rapid-healing drug we will administer. Any questions? Prep the IV, Nurse2 be ready there."

The hairs on Supervillain's arms stood up and goosebumps picked his skin. The order from the doctor made him struggle against the restraints, pulling aggressively against them.

"Oh please don't do this," he blubbered, tears spilling from his ducts. "Don't do this. I can't do this. Oh please, please, please, please." He started sobbing, terrifed, as a nurse stuck his elbow with a needle.

"Prepare insertion."

Two sharp metal pieces found their home right below Supervillain's rib.

"Ultrasound."

A cool gel was squirted between the two sharp pricks before a rectangular object was placed upon it.

"Ultrasound ready."

"Begin incision."

A buzzing sound, right before a knife cut in his skin. No, not once, that was a lie, but two.

Two sharp, agonizing knives.

Supervillain screamed, wailed pitifully, as his body thrashed around.

"Stop, stop!" He begged, picking his head up only for hands to shove it back down. His fingers stretched out, clenched, anything for the torture to end.

"Left, move yours towards the ribcage a bit so you don't cut the liver."

Supervillain tensed, clouded thoughts coming to the surface. Cut my liver..., he thought before attempting to evade the knives cutting into his body.

"Don't, don't, don't!" he screeched. "Please."

"Prepare to pierce the lung."

Supervillain shoved himself downwards, but it did nothing with the unrelenting cuffs keeping him close to rock still.

The pure agony that he felt when the knife pierced the lung, then the way the knife evolved into a plunger, was indescribable.

Supervillain screamed. Screamed so loud that even the practiced nurses flinched. The doctor though stayed still, watching the procedure with his authoritive gaze.

"Release the patient."

His wrists and ankles were quickly let free by the wave of a card. He tried to curl in on himself to avoid the operation, but professional hands kept him stretched out.

"Start pumping at Level One to begin."

The horrendous feeling of the machine inside of Supervillain changed into a coveted one when the same machine started to pump. A plunger hit the liquid, sending it up and into his trachea.

Supervillain coughed, rolled over to his side. At first, he imagined that the left plunger would quit working as if it was kinked, but found out that it must've been electrically powered.

Mucus, blood, and water shot up through his trachea. Pain forgotten, Supervillain gagged and coughed the abhorrent liquid out until blackness began to crawl at the edges of his vision. It clouded his thoughts, but he body still involuntarily gagged, coughed, and spat all of his lung's content out.

"Stay awake," a rough voice sounded as his body was shook. Supervillain complied and returned to his coughing fit, agony once again returning to his veins and muscles.

Then, as soon as it started, the pressure ceased as soon as it started.

"Administer the anesthesia promptly."

A dial clicked, though Supervillain hardly registered it. Even before the sedative started pumping through his veins, he was losing consciousness.

A mask was placed above his mouth just as the world descended into blackness.

#supervillain whumpee #hero whumpee #villain whumper #villain caretaker #?#medical whump #pneumonia #anesthesia #drugged whumpee #heros and villains #not me making two characters argue over my two favorite characters from the marvel series #lab whump #surgery

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Love and Chocolate

TITLE: Love and Chocolate

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: mooncat163

Imagine Loki occasionally wanting to be clingy to you. On the days where he doesn’t have missions, he’ll follow you around the house, helping you but also taking the opportunity to touch you when he can. You give him a faux annoyed glare, but he simply grins at you. Anyway, you’re a sucker for Loki so it can’t be helped.

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: none, just fluff

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When you woke in your bed early one morning, you expected to wake alone. After all, you’d gone to bed alone the previous evening. Now there was a large body next to you, sprawled out on the opposite side of the bed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight as you slowly sat up so that you wouldn’t disturb him.

If someone were to mention Loki’s name, they would immediately think of the taciturn brother of Thor, the one who’d tried to conquer the planet. They wouldn’t think of him as being soft and gentle, or even patient.

That was their loss, though, you thought, as you very carefully brushed a strand of his dark hair away from his cheek. All the better to have him to yourself.

When you left the bed, you silently drew the curtains, and closed the bedroom door before padding quietly to the kitchen. He’d just returned from a mission and was likely tired, so you wanted to let him sleep for as long as he wanted.

You moved around soundlessly while making yourself breakfast, intending to cook for him when he did get up. You should have known better though, and smiled softly when two arms circled your waist from behind. Loki’s large hands splayed out over your stomach and he pulled you back into his chest. You leaned back into him while tilting your head to the side so that he could kiss the curve of your neck.

“Good morning, pet,” he breathed, sleepily.

“Good morning,” you replied. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home yet.”

“Hmmm,” he murmured. “We got home rather late, but I came straight here.”

“A pleasant surprise, then.”

You felt his smile against your skin just before he kissed your temple. He didn’t let go while you continued to cook, at least until you pointed him to the tea kettle.

“The water’s hot. What would you like to eat?”

“Waffles,” he replied, almost immediately, which was what you’d been making anyway.

“Okay. Sit and relax, yeah?”

So he did, and you finished making the waffles, and brought them, plus a bowl of sliced fruit, and chicken tenders to the table and sat with him. You both ate in silence until he’d finished his first cup of tea.

“Do you have any plans today?” You asked.

“None, other than spending time with my sweetheart,” he replied. “You?”

“Well, there is this certain prince that I’ve been seeing...he might not appreciate that I have another fella over.”

Loki laughed softly at that, knowing that you were comfortable teasing him. There would have been a time in his past where he might not have recognized the joke.

“But really, I’ve taken a few days off. I wanted to do some cleaning, and thought maybe I’d try my hand at baking…”

“Cake?” Loki interrupted, suddenly very interested.

“Well, bread, actually, but I can bake a cake, too, while the oven’s hot.”

“Splendid!”

If there was just one thing that Loki enjoyed more than pranking the Avengers, it was sweets, specifically chocolate cake. He could eat a whole one all by himself, which you found out quite by accident. You’d made a double layer cake the first time that he’d been to your home. You had cooked dinner for him, and then served the dessert. He evidently enjoyed it, so you told him to have as much as he liked, and then you watched, rather bemused and awestruck, while he finished it off. After that, you tried out other types of cakes, but chocolate emerged as his favorite.

After eating, Loki stood beside you at the sink while you hand washed the few dishes. He dried them and put them away, and then stood behind you to hug you quickly, or to kiss the nape of your neck.

Once that was done, you got dressed in order to start on the list of chores you wanted to get done today. So, old mail was scanned or shredded, books were placed back on the shelves, the bed was stripped and made with clean sheets and covers. When you’d finished making the bed, Loki scooped you up and fell across it with you. You scolded him while he laughed, then he started tickling you until you were breathless.

“No cake until I get my chores done!” You gasped, trying to catch his wrists. “And no magic, either.”

“Spoilsport,” he chuckled, but helped you up anyway.

He wanted to help, so you set him to dusting, and folding the laundry as it came out of the dryer. When he lingered over your unmentionables, you tried to rescue them, but he ended up playing ‘keep away’. He was too tall for you to reach them, and he wasn’t ticklish when you tried that tactic. So, you again threatened him with no cake, so he relented. You then quickly took the tempting items to your bedroom and put them away.

“I swear you’re like a child!” You told him, exasperated.

Loki merely shrugged and grinned at you, unrepentant. You couldn’t help but shake your head, but you did give him a quick kiss before starting on the next tasks. He vacuumed while you mopped the kitchen and bathrooms, and then everything was done.

He stole another kiss while you washed your hands and took out the recipe for the bread you wanted to make. Before you started, though, you handed him your tablet.

“Look here, and find something you like.”

You showed him how to search Pinterest, and how to save cake recipes that caught his interest. That kept him engrossed while you started on the bread. He would occasionally glance up to watch for a couple of minutes before going back to his search.

“Molten lava cake!” He finally announced.

“Sounds delish,” you replied, while you were busy kneading the bread dough.

Loki came up behind you, with his arms inevitably coming around your waist, while he watched over your shoulder. After a moment, he kissed your ear before nibbling at your lobe. You couldn’t push him away without getting flour all over him, but you did manage to elbow him just once.

“Behave and I’ll wash your hair.”

Loki perked up at that. “Conditioner, too?” He asked, hopefully.

“If you want,” you replied, “but you have to let me get the bread ready to bake.”

“Alright,” he sighed, reluctantly letting you go.

“Why don’t you check my pantry and pull out the ingredients for your cake?”

Once you had the bread dough set aside to rise, you double checked the ingredients, then started putting everything together. You decided to use small ramekins so that you could save some to bake later in the evening. Loki watched intently, until you handed him the batter bowl. He wasn’t sure what to do with it until you scooped some of the remaining batter and put it into your mouth.

“My mom always let me lick the bowl,” you explained.

He followed your example, and then smiled. “I’ve never done this.”

“I’ll make sure to let you have it when I bake again.”

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Later, once the bread and cakes were done, and after the evening meal, you and Loki relaxed in your large tub. You’d brought a plate with two of the cakes, which were still warm, while Loki carried wine and two glasses.

Now you were curled against his chest while you fed him bites of the cake between sips of wine. You’d washed each other’s hair, and now rested together. Loki had his hand on your neck, and would pull you close for a kiss, or for a nibble on your neck or earlobe. In turn, you ran your hand over his chest or down his arm.

“What are you thinking, pet?” He asked, softly, when you sighed and put your head on his shoulder.

“Just thinking,” you replied, uncertain whether you wanted to voice your thoughts.

“About what?” Loki ran his fingers through your hair.

“About how much I love this certain prince that I’m seeing.”

Loki’s hand stopped its movement, and you were sure that you’d made a mistake in telling him how you felt. He set his wine aside in order to have you look at him.

“Truly?”

When you nodded, he smiled and kissed you until you were breathless.

“Your certain prince loves you, too,” he said.

Loki tightened his arms in order to hold you close when you sighed again. He scooped a bit of the chocolate filling, painted your lips with it, and then kissed you again.

“Especially when you taste like chocolate.”

#Loki #Submitted one shot #Lover #God of Mischief #Doodle #imagine #submission #love and chocolate #mooncat163

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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Men who I think would be soft for their baby for no other reasons than because I want them to be, in no particular order but still numbered ten to one because I like countdowns...

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Part two —> part one here

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This one’s for you @activist-af, no Finn and Kol erasure here Lottie

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10. Raleigh Becket

A really good man who is a little too impulsive at times and has pretty much no sense of self preservation and always seems to get himself into worsening situations

Is so fucking soft for his baby that it’s insanity

His baby is in no way the same kind of super soldier he is, she’s literally the softest baby in the world, and he’s just so careful with her

Like he follows her around the compound and just makes sure she’s okay

Eats every meal with her, shares a room with her, literally does pretty much everything with her just in awe

So many cuddles before and after a mission, lots of reassurance, kisses her entire face everywhere at least twice and has to get practically dragged away

Endures so much teasing from his partner

I don’t care if his character is suited for a dominant female you can’t change my mind on this one this man is soft as fuck

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9. Ambrose Spellman

A reformed radical warlock who has been locked in one house for a hundred years and is itching to go on a self-destructive bender after cleaning up his family’s messes for years

In absolutely no position to be in a committed relationship but I don’t give a single fuck

He would follow his baby around like a damn puppy when finally free of the Spellman residence

Oh she wants to go to witch school? He’s tagging along

She wants to go travel? Lead the way

The park, carnival, movie theatre, cafe, literally endless places he would follow her

Would read to her as she falls asleep and tell her all his little bits of knowledge on things that he collected during his time stuck in the house

A soft man that is final

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8. Richard O’Connell

Cannot survive a normal, mundane life because it’s “too boring” for a man like him and would risk it all for a mummy invasion even if it means that he dies in the process

But by god he is so fucking soft I just know it

Keeps her safe at all costs even when she pouts at him and makes him take her with him when he travels

Refuses to leave her side when they go abroad because his track record with ancient curses is not great and there’s no way he’s letting some gross ass mummy hurt her

*dramatic gasp* HE ACTUALLY REFUSES SOME DANGEROUS MISSIONS FOR HER???

Does the thing where he leans into her hand when she touches his face and like kisses her palm

Definitely sleeps curled around his baby and wakes up at the slightest noise ready to hurt any intruders

I would literally do anything for this level of soft

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7. Finn Mikaelson

A one thousand year+ original vampire who has absolutely zero sense of self preservation and actively seeks death because of how much he hates himself and would gladly bring his family down with him because mommy said so

Doesn’t quite fit the full dominant image but I don’t care he fits the soft part 1000%

Would bring her with him when he goes to see his family and is always wrapped around her the whole time

Endures all the teasing that would come with that for her because she’s?? Just?? So?? Cute and perfect???

Literally a thousand years old and would still absolutely crumple for his baby in SECONDS

If she cried it would literally be game over

There would be two people crying

He would be crying MORE than her

Epic date night planner, meticulously detailed, would pay so much attention to the things she likes and picks up on even the smallest clues

God he’s so soft I want one

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6. Clint Barton

Largely pushed aside Avenger who has been evil in the past and appears at times to miss the evil a little too much

This one doesn’t even need an explanation, I’m literally right and this one has proved himself countless times

This man is the love of my life so yes: I am biased

Badass, sarcastic, cold archer Avenger by day; soft, caring, gentle man by night

Goes home, soaked with blood and sweat, and pulls his baby into the shower and just sags into her arms

Lives for her fingers in his hair after a long day

And bubble baths with her

Has gotten in trouble countless times for skipping important meetings but does not give a single fuck about it

Teaches her archery and doesn’t yell once (which is a feat pointing to his softness because once he tried to teach Nat and they yelled at each other the entire time)

HE IS SOFT, CASE CLOSED

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5. Bellamy Blake

Incited a radical uprising in a highly dangerous and sensitive situation for really no reason at all other than the fact that he wanted to be the de facto leader of something

As per usual, I don’t care about canon characteristics this is my world I can do whatever I want

Every bone in this man’s body is a protective one

Yes, every single one (No, I’m not sorry about this)

Does not take shit from anyone about her, has definitely shut an entire group of people up for talking about her badly

Gets so nervous when she does anything even remotely dangerous and when she does he’s stuck to her side like glue

He’s so touchy and talks so quietly to her, not because he doesn’t want anyone to hear him call her his baby but because he just literally can’t bring himself to raise his voice he’s that soft for her

Does everything in his power to make sure she’s comfortable which is by no means easy in the slightest

So many forehead kisses that it’s almost barf worthy but he doesn’t care because she loves it and that’s all that matters

The radical leader is a fucking puddle of softness for his baby and that’s final

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4. Loki

A trickster god who always teeters precariously on the edge of good and evil and no one ever knows which side he’ll favour at any given moment

Except when it comes to his baby then he’s good duh

Tiptoes around her because he would definitely be the type to go for a baby who jumps easily and he’s loud and kind of clunky so he’s always just slow and gentle

So much gentle teasing and giggling like oh god it’s tooth rotting sweetness

He takes her hands and just puts them on him, like his chest and cheeks and jaw and arms

Anywhere he just wants her touching him all the time

He rests his chin on her shoulder or head and reads whatever she’s reading or watches her go about her hobbies, kissing her cheek in between

This girl would never work a day in her life she would be ridiculously well taken care of

Would burn down a city for her with little provoking

As soft as butter for his baby

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3. Kai Parker

Bringing back the “needs a therapist, not a girl” but sprinkle in a touch of volatile daddy issues that has created a man so hyper reactive to every negative situation whose only solution is to lash out because he figures no one loves him anyway

But sweep all that aside because fuck it, I don’t like it

He would worship his baby 110%

Is the type of man to let her do his nails and put as many face masks as she wants on him

Can’t sleep without her literally on top of him

He so clingy and touchy, loves when she grabs his hand, internally screams whenever it happens

Has for sure killed for her that isn’t even a question it’s just a fact

“He didn’t do anything” “he looked at you” “but Kai” “but baby”

Would do it again

I DON’T CARE: HE’S SOFT FOR HIS BABY

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2. Jasper Hale

A literal once upon a time confederate soldier who made child soldiers for his dom-vamp girlfriend because he was “in love”

This man has ripped so many heads off so many bodies but I don’t give a single fuck I know he goes home to his baby and just picks her up and does not put her down

Face it, his family is rich, he doesn’t have to do anything, naps are definitely a big part of his routine and he’s always just snoozing with her on the couch, pulling her onto his lap and pulling a blanket off the back and they’re just asleep

Goes out for dinner with her, makes it through maybe twenty minutes, the entire time he’s waiting for it and then boom, the puppy eyes, game over, they’re home in minutes

Has skipped so many family functions

Will make any excuse to just go the fuck home

Sometimes he doesn’t even make an excuse he just fucking leaves

He’s touchy too I just know it look at that face the man lives for contact

The verdict is in-- 100/10 SOFT

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1. Kol Mikaelson

Perhaps the angriest, most volatile, I-hate-the-world-and-everyone-in-it, thousand year old+ original vampire who has been stomped on so much and died so many times that he has no true sense of the world, trust, and love left

Oh GOD this man, this FUCKING MAN

THE SOFTEST MAN HOLY SHIT

I don’t even care what y’all think about this one Kol is so damn soft

This man is the inventor of cuddling

And he doesn’t give one single fuck about where and when I just know it

Family dinner? The witch market? CHURCH??

It doesn’t matter, he’s pressed against her

Oh god this man is protective

Maybe a little possessive too

I don’t care

His family calls him unpredictable so hey he may as well live up to it and burn down a bar or two or twenty for his baby

Shows her all of his witch things and rambles about them all

Is always pulling one of his shirts or hoodies over her head

AGAIN BUBBLE BATHS I JUST KNOW IT

He likes washing her back and just getting to be alone with her

He likes it even more when she washes his hair like he just sinks to his knees and closes his eyes and gives into it

GOD MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST FOR HOW SOFT KOL IS

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#Kol mikaelson #loki #kai parker #bellamy blake #jasper hale #ambrose spellman #finn mikaelson #clint barton #hawkeye #raleigh becket #rick o'connell #the originals #the vampire diaries #the avengers #twilight #pacific rim #the mummy #the 100 #the chilling adventures of sabrina

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Kiss of Death

Warnings: nonconsent (fingering and intercourse)

This is dark!(mob)Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You (literally) run into a powerful man but find it hard to shake him.

Note: So we’re taking a tiny break from Painted Windows. The last chapter was intense and even my heart needs some respite. So I let myself wonder down the backstreets and wrote some mob!Loki with a good chance of a sequel.

Thank you. Love you guys!

Please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

After a long day and a longer week, you were looking forward to the small get together. Several nights in a row you came home late and gulped down a microwave dinner before passing out on the couch. An unglamorous life, to say the least.

For Nisha’s birthday, you agreed to meet up at a nice restaurant downtown for drinks and hopefully dinner. Tiana and Ana were already there with Nisha as you rushed in. You weren’t used to being the last to arrive. Usually you were the first there and waiting for at least twenty minutes.

You gave a frantic greeting to the small group and dropped your purse in your empty chair.

“I’m so sorry. Nisha, happy birthday but I’m gonna burst,” You said as you caught your breath.

They laughed at your panic and waved you towards the restrooms. You snaked around tables and to the narrow hall that led to the facilities. You were quick to sweep inside and into a stall. Your pants were barely past your thighs before you sat; the stream was painful and squeezed your bladder terribly. You sighed and took a moment to gather yourself as soft classical music plucked from the speakers.

Finished, you washed your hands and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your jacket hung open over your flowery blouse and pressed slacks. You wore a pair of low wedges that gave you a few inches. You were exhausted and you looked it. A night of drinking would surely wake you up… or at least lull you into the sleep you’d been lacking.

You smoothed out your shirt and slipped out of the jacket. You slung it over your arm and tried to fix your hair as best as you could. Your latest client was demanding and worse, a perfectionist. Usually, your suggestions were accepted without a single glance but Stacey Forrest was very particular. She needed to impress her new circle of peers; many twenty years her senior. Just thinking of her stabbed your temples with frustration.

You shook off the moment of chagrin and took a breath. Work was done. You had Saturday to sleep off the hangover you planned on feeding tonight. Sunday was far away at the present.

You pushed open the door and strolled back to the dining room. You spotted the table of women awaiting you, giggling as they sipped from their respective glasses, and set off to join them. In your tunnel vision, you didn’t notice the party to your right. The man whom you walked directly into and barely kept you from tripping over his leather shoes. You were so embarrassed, you hardly realized how the entire room had gone silent.

You backed up and slipped free of the man’s grasp. You looked up at him and caught your coat before it could fall to the floor.

“Oh, sorry,” You said as your cheeks burned. “I wasn’t…” You glanced around. “Paying attention…”

“It’s quite alright,” The lilt in his voice surprised you as much as the glimmer in his green eyes. “These things happen.”

“Yeah, I… Sorry again.” You sidestepped between some tables. “Um, okay.”

You spun away awkwardly as you tried to ignore your audience. Even Nisha, Tiana, and Ana had turned to watch the debacle. Well, the night was never complete without you making a fool of yourself. You hung your coat over the back of your chair and moved your purse as you sat. The room was still in a hush.

“Smooth,” Tiana raised her brows.

“Shut up,” You grumbled.

“Only you.” Nisha chided.

You peeked around at those who whispered around you and followed their own attention to the man you’d nearly tackled. He was with a group of several men and was shown to a booth near the back of the restaurant. You turned back and shook your head.

“I need a drink.” You declared.

“I’d say you do,” Tiana shook her head. “And a knock in the head.”

“You do know who’s foot you just stomped, right?” Ana asked.

“When do I ever know what is going on?” You said dryly. “So we doing just drinks or dinner?”

“She doesn’t even care,” Tiana gasped. “We should leave before she gets in anymore trouble.”

“Oh my god, what is the big deal?” You demanded.

“Take another look at that man,” Ana intoned.

You huffed and turned in your chair. You looked at the man as the server listened intently to him and you felt as if he was familiar but you couldn’t place him. He smiled at the waiter and then his eyes met yours. You blinked and spun back so quickly your chair wobbled. You shrugged as you steadied yourself.

“His name, which I’m sure will shake something loose, is Loki Laufeyson.” Tiana scoffed. “You might have heard that somewhere through that haze you call sentience.”

Your eyes rounded. A waitress appeared and asked for an order. You opted for gin on ice and rubbed your forehead.

“Shit.” You swore. “Well, I mean, it was just an accident. Not like I pulled a gun on him.”

“You scuffed his shoe,” Ana mused. “I’ve heard stories of him taking offence at less.”

“Don’t,” You warned. “I already have enough on my plate without worrying about…” You lowered your voice. “...the mob.”

“Oh, we’re teasing you,” Tiana insisted. “So how is Mrs. Forrest.”

“Nee Marris,” Ana added.

“Oh, you know, the same girl she was in uni,” You grinned. “Only this time she’s married her sugar daddy.”

“And she hired you to style her new house?” Nisha asked.

“Manse,” You corrected her. “As she prefers.”

“Definitely hasn’t changed,” Tiana smirked.

You all laughed as the waitress set your drink in front of you and you thanked her. You continued to gab over your menus and eventually ordered. You forgot about the bumpy beginning and were soon lost in the cheer. You had longed for a night out. A rare occasion when you reverted to the college girl procrastinating on her studying.

When your dinner came, so did another round of drinks. You paused and stopped the waitress before she could flit away.

“Sorry, but we didn’t order another round,” You wondered.

“Compliments of Mr. Laufeyson,” She said quietly.

You froze and the other women looked at you curiously. You raised a brow and tried to subtly look over your shoulder. You didn’t turn all the way as you sensed another’s gaze on you.

“You can thank him but we can pay for them,” You insisted. “Really…”

The waitress blanched and your friends tittered.

“Oh, what’s the harm,” Nisha chimed. “Better than him sending something else.”

“Loosen up,” Tiana took a large gulp. “The free drink should help with that.

You sighed and Anna added to the plea with a grin. You rubbed your chin and relented. “You can thank Mr. Laufeyson.”

She exhaled in relief and agreed to do so. You grabbed your glass reluctantly and sneered at the girls before you forced your finest smile. You turned and found the man in question watching you. You raised your glass at him as a gratitude and quickly righted yourself in your chair.

“Oh,” Ana preened. “You think he’d pay for the whole meal? Give him a wink or something.”

“An,” You warned. “Really. That’s not the type of man you want to owe favours.”

“Really?” Tiana challenged. “Twenty minutes ago you barely recognized him.”

“Maybe not but I’d heard of him and his… supposed deeds.” You said. “You aren’t really encouraging this, are you?”

“He must like the whole clueless vibe you’ve got going for you,” Tiana trilled. “Rather endearing even if it does leave your toes a bit tender.”

“Hush,” You hissed. “Really. Let’s eat and then we shall relocate so that I do not entangle myself further with thugs.”

They laughed and you flaked away a piece of salmon with your fork. You shook your head. You had the sense of being watched and didn’t need to look to know why. It sent a frightful tickle along your spine. You were always quite skilled at walking, or rather, tripping head first into trouble.

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That night was just another fleeting thrill in a series of missteps that never quite came to fruition. You didn’t need to worry about the mobster or your little stumble. Sometimes a kind gesture was just that and a coincidence was nothing more. No serendipity, no fate, just another anecdote about how your clumsiness had nearly gotten you in trouble.

You finished your dinner and found your way to a pub just down the way. The music was a little young for your tastes but the cocktails were on special and it wasn’t too rowdy. It was like Sex and the City but duller; and likely sadder. You shared stories of failed dates, workplaces peeves, and the latest drama witnessed on the tube. Provoking stuff.

Nisha crashed at yours. You woke on the couch, the birthday girl was offered the bed. You drank coffee with the curtains drawn but she didn’t wake up until noon. When she did, she finished the pot and dressed in her wrinkled clothing. You saw her off to the station and stopped by the shop for some orange juice and paracetamol.

You spent the rest of the day in the dark with Netflix in the background. You dreaded another day of Stacey’s obstinacy. What kind of person needed more than a dozen bedrooms in one house? Oh, and she did mention their summer house in the south? Well, if you couldn’t start appeasing her Cher Horowitz tastes, she might not need you for that.

The only thing you could do to prepare was set your alarm and sleep off your hangover. When you woke, the ice pick had dislodged from your skull and the fog outside helped mute the harshness of the sun. You dressed, had your coffee, a small breakfast, and readied to face off with Stacey.

The drive was an hour out of the city. Your small car puttered along but never failed to get you where you needed. You sang along to Petula Clark on the scratchy radio station as you yawned over the steering wheel. The old house rose before you; a hideous mishmash of an old Tudor cottage and a modern geometric renovation.

You drove up the winding drive and around the back. Classified as a member of the help, you weren’t permitted to park with the Bentley and the Rolls. You didn’t recognize the Aston Martin but you assumed it was another of Mr. Forrest’s associates. You climbed out, locked your car, and dropped your keys in your pocket.

There was a backdoor, formerly the entrance to the servants’ quarters, and you ducked through the arched doorway. The old corridor had recently been remodelled with a couple guestrooms, a modified laundry room, and a wine cellar. Paintings left by the former owners had been reframed and hung. Stacey couldn’t decide if she wanted to be old aristocracy or the new age elite.

You found Stacey in the kitchen. Her assistant, Deanna, was making her a green smoothie. She greeted you with a smile and flicked her finger across her tablet.

“Just in time,” She beckoned you over as Deanna set the glass down beside her. “I was thinking this lamp would be perfect for the master.”

You looked at the image. The clear glass body of the lamp was filled with large round sequins; a fishtank of tackiness with a feather shade. You had to hide your distaste.

“It could work,” You allowed, “But we would have to revert a few other choices.”

“Revert?” Her voice went deep and she sipped noisily through her straw.

“The curtains. You want sheen or lace. Not both.”

“Hmm,” She pressed her lips together. “I suppose. We could still have the curtains, they would be cute in the loo.”

“Cute,” You repeated as you resisted a laugh. “Well, as long as we keep to that theme in there.”

“I was talking to Paul,” She batted her lashes as she always did when she spoke of her husband; you suspected she held more affection for his last name and wallet than his person. “He did mentioned he wouldn’t mind a hint of snakeskin in his office. He doesn’t want anything too stuffy or old.”

“Oh yes, he is one for the… younger tastes,” You intoned. “We could probably work it in subtly. We don’t want it to be overbearing.”

“I suppose…” She rolled her eyes and took another long drink. “Well, I’ve tracked down those lamps in the city. I say we go and have a look around the boutique while we pick them up. Perhaps we can muster some inspiration, maybe even some imagination.”

You smiled and accepted the rebuke in stride. “At your leisure, Mrs. Forrest.”

“Stacey,” She corrected. “You know that makes me feel old.”

“Stacey,” You repeated and leaned on the counter.

“I’ll just finish this and then I’ll have Stuart drive us into the city.”

“I have a car,” You offered.

“And so do I. It’s much nicer,” She insisted. “And we will discuss ideas on the w--”

She turned completely in the tall chair and stood. “Paul,” She greeted her husband in a sing song.

You watched her and angled yourself to keep your eye on her. Paul’s silver hair was thinning and still wore hints of the black dye he’d used to reclaim his youth upon his wedding day. His wrinkles deepened as he grinned and welcomed her against him. She wore stilettos and a skirt so tight it looked painful.

Your amusement dwindled as another figure appeared behind him. You recognised the man immediately. It hadn’t been two days since your first and last encounter. As you remembered him, you were sure he remembered you. You were convinced of it as his green eyes sparkled and he smirked in your direction.

“Sweetheart, I thought you’d be off already,” Paul’s arm held Stacey around her waist. “I was just discussing our renovations with Mr. Laufeyson on his way out and was about to show him the east wing.”

“We were just on our way,” She announced. “We’ve some items to pick up for the master and soon enough we’ll move onto the rest of guest rooms.”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” Paul turned back to his visitor, his arm still around his young wife, “Pardon my negligence, this is Stacey’s designer.” He introduced you kindly. He might have been an easy dupe but he was nice enough. “They go back a ways. To university I believe.”

“Oh yes, I was in fashion and she was in interior, and so we ran into each other a couple times a year,” Stacey explained. “She always did have a good eye.”

“Ah,” Laufeyson neared and held out his hand cordially. You eyed it and the scene of you crashing into him replayed in your head. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” You shook his hand awkwardly and prayed Stacey would not stay too long to boast.

“Actually,” He let go slowly, “If you’re not too tied up at the moment, I have a place not far from here that needs a breath of fresh air. You see, it was my father’s and it still bears much of his tastes. Not very akin to my own but I am terribly obtuse at these things.”

“Hmm, well,” You swallowed and looked to Stacey, “My roster is rather full at the moment. How many rooms did you say there were in this place, Mrs. Forrest?”

“Oh, but she is not that burdened, Mr. Laufeyson.” Stacey insisted. “We have sorted plans for most of the rooms. You might take her on the odd days, if you wish?”

Your nostrils flared. She acted as if she owned you. As if you were to be lent out like one of her designer dresses.

“I do have a waiting list--”

“We are old friends,” She interjected, “As a favour from me, Mr. Laufeyson, as a thank you for your wonderful wedding gift, you might have a consultation upon us. Right, Paul?”

“Oh, yes,” He seemed to have awoken from a trance at the mention of his name. “That old place your father kept, it could use a good dusting.”

You glared at Stacey. If she wasn’t paying twice your hourly rate, you might have walked out. You quickly wiped away your chagrin as the attention turned back to you.

“Well, I suppose if Mrs. Forrest can spare me…”

“Tomorrow,” Stacey affirmed. “Leave the address with Paul and she’ll meet with you in the morning. I can survive the day without her. The contractors will be back for the west wing.”

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The next morning, you left early to make sure you arrived on time, all so that you could eventually leave on time. Mr. Laufeyson’s house was not far from the Forrests’. You pulled up to the tall gates and rolled down your window to push the buzzer. A voice rose from the crackly speaker and you called out your purpose several times before you were understood.

The wrought iron gates finally opened and you pulled through slowly. The drive was even longer than Stacey’s and the house grander. It was indeed old-fashioned. You pulled up before the large garage off the side of the house and stepped out onto the cobblestone. Your thick heel skidded over them and you nearly tripped. You locked your car and carefully walked along to the front steps.

You climbed them carefully but stumbled up the last. As you fell and scraped your hands on the stone porch, you heard the door open. You looked up and cringed as Mr. Laufeyson looked down at you. He stepped out onto the porch and you dragged yourself up by the column at the top of the railing.

“You okay?” He touched your elbow gently as you dusted your hands off on your jacket.

“Fine,” You assured him. “You know, gotta make an entrance.

“You’re early,” He said.

“Shall I wait?” You asked.

He chuckled and waved you ahead of him to the door. “Not at all. I’ve been eagerly awaiting you.”

You were silent as you neared the open door and entered the large foyer. He was close behind as he pulled the door closed and you tried not to flinch as he brushed close to you. You looked up at the grand chandelier and the towering portraits of ancestors.

“Where shall we start?” He asked.

“Well, I usually begin with a walk through and then we can go over my notes at the end. Discuss what you want to change, what you’d like to keep,” You took out your notebook as you spoke. “You’ll have a copy of it all. Should you choose to carry out the plans with another designer, you’ll still have them as reference.”

“Very well,” He nodded and you waited for him to lead you; up the stairs, through the door to your left or to your right. Just to start the whole awkward day.

“Mr. Laufeyson?” You glanced over at him and he smirked.

“Loki,” He said. “We can go without the formalities for the day, I think.”

“Loki, where should we start?”

“I know you remember me,” He ignored your question. “And I certainly remember you.”

“I did appreciate the drink,” You said evenly. “And again, I do apologise for my carelessness.”

He considered you a moment. He didn’t move.

“And you know who I am?” He asked.

“Who doesn’t?” You answered as you looked around tensely. Heat began to crawl up your neck.

“A thug, no?” He wondered. You blanched at the word you’d used only days before.

“It was a joke…”

“I do not deny it,” He assured you. “Or take offence. I’ve been called worse.”

You took a deep breath and tapped your pen on your notebook. Your turned to look at him directly.

“Did you bring me here to reprimand me?” You asked.

His smirk remained and he buttoned his jacket.

“I brought you here to rid this place of my father’s stench,” He said coolly. “And because this universe has a peculiar way of aligning the stars.”

“Left, right, or up,” You pointed to each door and then the broad stairway. “We should begin before the time gets ahead of us.”

“We should,” He agreed. “The left, dear.”

🐍

It took you all day to get through every room of the house. As you explored, you pieced together the story of the old place. A family property passed down through the generations. Nobles until the Great War, criminals in its aftermath and since. They hid their delinquency beneath their titles.

Loki seemed to have little love for his late father. His words were resentful. He explained that this was the lesser of two houses; the other was bequeathed to his brother. Expected but still a thorn.

He talked more than you expected, as if to fill the silence as you jotted down notes. Perhaps to loosen your own tongue. A man used to charming others. His words were as useful a weapon as a gun. You found it hard not to let them sway you. It was easy to see him as pleasant when his task was not so odious.

You caught yourself several times. He followed a bit too closely, leaned in a bit too much to look over your shoulders, held doors for you, brushed against you a little too conspicuously. You sensed him closing in the further you delved into the old family stead. Felt him looming around you as you tried to focus on the peeling wallpaper and golden candlesticks.

You were on the third floor. The walls were lined with geometric sconces of the art deco era. They could be restored easily and once more stylish even a century later. You reached the end of the hall and tucked your notebook under your arm as he pushed open the door there. He stepped back and waited for you to enter. You did, cautiously.

You walked the perimeter of the room, around the armoire and the bed, the standing lamp, the curled feet of the night tables. An extravagant fireplace with statues of lions on its mantle gaped back at you. You stopped before it as you scribbled on the paper. You turned and looked around once more.

“Are you set on the bed frame?” You asked. “An antique but clunky.”

“Hmmm,” He thought as he neared the foot of the bed. “I’m not sure.”

“I suppose if you removed the canopy and replaced the duvet it might…” You glanced at him and your eyes strayed behind him. The door was closed. You hadn’t heard it shut. You shook off the tremor and looked back to the tasseled canopy. “It might work but you could free up a lot of space, make it a little more open with something less… imposing.”

He rounded to your side of the bed slowly. He dragged his fingers along the bedding and stopped beside you.

“I think I know what might make it look a little nicer,” He said.

“Oh?” You kept your eyes on your notebook as you scribbled down nonsense.

“Yes,” He lifted his hand from the bed and grabbed your notebook. “I think you might look rather striking in it.”

He dislodged the book from your hand and you tried to catch it before he flung it across the room. You stared up at him in shock and he ripped the pen from your hand in kind. You stepped back, startled.

“Loki,” You gasped. “What are--”

“You knew the kind of man I was back in that restaurant,” He blocked you as you tried to skirt past him. “You knew it at the Forrests’, and yet you came here.”

“I came to work.” You insisted. “I came because another said I would.”

You tried to push past him but he caught you around your waist. He swept you off your feet and swung you onto the bed. You bounced on the mattress and sat up quickly.

“Loki,” You tried to shimmy off the bed. “I don’t--”

He was on top of you before you could get your feet over the edge. He shoved you back down and straddled you beneath him. You tried to wriggle out, tried to push him off, bat him away, but he caught your hands and pinned them to the bed.

“You knew that night who I was and what I can do.” He purred. “And I knew what I would do. Sooner or later.” He leaned over you until his nose almost touched yours. “I knew I would find you again.”

“Please,” You breathed shakily. “Please, you can stop and we can both forget--”

“I can’t forget,” He sneered. “I won’t.”

“Let me go,” You begged. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean for any of it. I said sorry, I--”

“Oh, dear, this isn’t about that,” He rubbed his nose against yours cloyingly. “This is about the way that ass looks in those pants.”

You whined and kicked helplessly beneath him. “Help!” You yelled. “Someone, please!”

“I dismissed the help when you showed up. It’s an empty house, dear,” He rocked his pelvis against yours. “In the middle of the country.”

You grunted in frustration. He sat back and released your hands. He pushed your jacket open. He barely noticed as you slapped his arms and chest. He chuckled even. He tore your blouse and his hands cupped your bra. He squeezed and rocked his hips. He groaned as he groped you.

He slid his body down over yours until he was draped over you. He bent his head to your chest and kissed along your cleavage. You pulled his hair roughly as you tried to wrench him away. A hand slithered up and closed around your throat. He squeezed as his teeth pinched your flesh. You cried out from the pain.

Slowly, he raised his head. A black strand fell across his forehead. “My dear, it means nothing for me to hurt you.” His grip tightened. “So if you insist upon it, I will.”

You grasped at his hand as you tried to breathe. Your eyes watered and you nodded frantically. Your head was starting to throb. He let go and once more buried his head in your chest. His hand crawled back down as he held him over you, he flicked your fly open with one hand and pushed the zipper down slowly.

You were paralysed. Shock, fear, mortification washed over you. You were stupid enough to come hear. Weak enough to go along with Stacey’s demands. And desperate enough to be inflamed by his touch.

His fingers hooked beneath the waist of your pants and the elastic of your panties. He tore them down. He jolted your entire body and backed off of you as he forced them down your legs and over your boots. You tried to sit up but he was quick to shove you back down. He put his arm across your throat and held you there as he pushed his knees between your legs.

You shook and clung to his arm as he leaned on your windpipe.

“Loki…” You pleaded.

He tickled along your thigh and slipped two fingers between your lips. You gulped as he flicked your clit and your thighs tingled. You bit down and he did it again. He delved between your folds and your arousal was soon obvious. He returned to your bud and rubbed until your thighs were tensed against his.

“You can try to resist me, dear,” He snarled. “But know, I’ll always find a way to get to you.”

He shoved his fingers inside and you cried out. He pressed his thumb to your clit as he drew his fingers in and out. You slapped his shoulder and latched onto it as he kept on. You could feel your ascent and he urged you to your tipping point. You moaned and closed your eyes as your body quaked in betrayal. You came on his fingers. You could feel it, hear it.

You tried to catch his breath as he left you empty. He slipped his arm off your throat and leaned on his elbow as he unzipped his trousers. You squirmed and he grabbed a hank of your hair and pulled. You whimpered and he rolled his pants down to his thighs. He dragged his tip along your wet folds and you spread your hands over his chest.

You shook your head and tried to beg with your eyes. You pushed on his chest and he lined himself up with your entrance. He slammed his hips down and you yelped as he impaled you to his limit. Your fingers clawed at the lapels of his jacket as he began to rock. You went limp beneath him as your body buzzed. You were repulsed by how good it felt.

He sat up and grabbed your thighs. He held your legs against him as he watched his cock slide in and out of you. Each thrust came sooner than last, harder than the last, deeper than the last. You reached out and balled the duvet in your fists as you tried to breathe away the mixture of agony and ecstasy. It didn’t work.

You came again. This time you shook even more and exclaimed louder than before. He let go of your left leg and reached to pulled your bra down beneath your tits. He kneaded as he tilted into you.

“Say my name,” He commanded. You shook your head and he pinched your nipple. “Say it!”

“Loki,” You whimpered.

“Again.” He growled.

“Loki,” You repeated.

“Keep going.”

His name tumbled from your lips over and over. Each time he pounded into you, you recited the syllables. You came a third time and covered your face in shame. You were dizzy and confused. He sank into as deep as he could and the bed stilled. You felt him spill inside of you, his cock twitched as he groaned.

You went quiet and all strength drained from your body. He sighed and eased himself out of you. His cum leaked down onto the duvet between your legs as he crawled backward off the bed. You drew your legs together as he stood. He bent to grab your pants from the floor and tossed them over you.

He tucked his cock away and zipped up his fly. He pushed his shoulders back and let out another deep breath. He watched you smugly as you shakily sat up and grasped your pants. His eye brow crooked and he felt around in his jacket as it began to buzz. He pulled out his phone and read the screen.

“That’s the wife,” He said. “Shit. I’ll have to let her know I’m running late.”

You blinked as he turned and answered the phone. Your eyes were wide and your heart seemed to stop as he opened the door and disappeared into the hall. His wife. You hadn’t thought you could feel worse but like many things, you were wrong.

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Anon Request: Hello! I wanted to request a bit of fluff with Loki, perhaps how he takes care of a reader when she is sick or anxious or something! Or if you prefer, Vice Versa. Whatever you like, I just adore your work and would like to read some Loki caretaking fluff! Thank you 💞

Summary: You get sick and are determined to push through it, but Loki is there to make sure you don’t push yourself and to take care of you

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Colds, Vomiting, Fluff

When you woke up, you knew something was off. The way your skin was warm but you felt like you were freezing, the churning of your stomach, and your droopy looking eyes. You knew you were sick, but you couldn’t get sick. You were an Avenger for the love of God, you couldn’t get sick out of the blue. What if you had a sudden mission? Or maybe if Tony and Bruce needed help in the lab. If someone got hurt you needed to be well to help them.

Getting sick wasn’t ideal for you.

So, you pulled yourself together after splashing cool water on your face - it probably didn’t do anything besides make you colder - and getting ready for the day. It was only after you were about to walk out your door when you realized it was five in the morning.

Barely anyone was up now. Most of the team got up at six, wheather it be Steve and Sam getting up to do on their morning jog or Natasha getting up to call dibs on the eggs and bacon before anyone else. Sometimes Tony would be up, but that was probably because he had been up all night working in the lab. But even then, he would be stuck in his own mind.

Maybe this could work to your advantage. You could get yourself up and working before anyone could realize how bad you felt. Eat something, hydrate, anything to hide the cold. Getting up and being active could help you shake it, too, hopefully. Maybe you could use reverse psychology on yourself, trick your own body into feeling better.

Once you got to the kitchen, you searched around the fridge for something light to eat. Maybe Tony left some soup in there, or some soft foods. The only soup in fridge was Bucky’s, so you made yourself a sandwich and got a cup of juice to sip on.

For what felt like hours, you just sat in your seat and stared at your food. You felt nauseated, that voice in your head screaming at you to eat so you’ll feel better. You just couldn’t bring yourself to eat it out of fear of throwing up later.

“You know that sandwich isn’t going to eat itself, right?”

You jumped slightly at the voice, then turned around to see Loki standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“I know, just don’t think I’m hungry right now. Why are you even up right now?” you replied, turning back to your plate. You heard his footsteps walking toward you. They were quiet, just like how you expected them to be.

“I went to bed earlier than normal yesterday. Are you alright?” Loki asked, sitting in the seat next to you. “Now that I have a better view of you, you don’t look well.” He hovered his hand above your arm. “You’re very warm. You’re radiating heat.”

“I’m alright, but thank you for your concern.” you responded.

Loki’s hand moved slowly onto your forehead, then sliding down to your cheek, pressing against it with a gentle touch. You looked to see a look of concern plastered across his sculpted face.

“You have a fever. You aren’t feeling well, are you?” he questioned, blue eyes searching your face for traces of pain.

You shook your head gently. “To put it simply, I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

With a soft screech fro mthe chair, Loki stood up and motioned for you to do the same. You slowly followed his movements.

“Come, it would be best if you rested.” Loki stated, walking in a slower pace than he would usually walk in so you could keep up. You trailed behind him by a few steps as you realized he was taking you back to your room. You didn’t have the energy to fight him on his decision. Maybe he was right, resting could be good for you. You knew you felt tired, but of course, you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were really sick.

As you got inside, Loki situated you under your covers, propping up your pillows slightly. He made sure they weren’t too flat, going as far as to fluff them for you. He lowered the blinds over your window so the sun wouldn’t shine too brightly into the room once it rose.

Somewhere between those actions, you found yourself drifting off. You should have been wondering why Loki was doing so much for you, but at that current moment, all you wanted was rest.

When you woke up, you felt like you had just closed your eyes. As your eyes began to adjust to the new light in your room, you felt a sudden wave of nausea washing over. You slid out of your bed and made your way to your toilet right in time for your stomach to empty itself.

You felt a hand, then, running up and down your back as another collected your hair away from your face.

“It’s alright, just breathe,” Loki’s voice fanned over your thoughts as your body went into round two of throwing up.

A few minutes later, you knew that you had nothing left to cough up. You groaned, bringing your hand to your now aching and pounding head.

Loki silently handed you a towl to wipe your face on, then handing you a water and a small medicine cup with a purple liquid inside. You took it with no questions.

“Would you like to lay down?” Loki quetly asked.

“Yes,” you answered just as soft. “But let me brush my teeth first.”

While you brushed the vomit taste out of your mouth, you heard Loki shuffling around in your room. You rinsed out your mouth and wiped off the remaining toothpaste around your mouth.

Once you walked out of your bathroom, Loki was right next to you, hand guiding you from the small of your back. He situated you back in your spot as he handed you what you quickly recognized as chicken broth. You felt your heart jump at the gesture. After taking a sip, you patted the spot next to you.

“Would you keep me company? I don’t think I can sleep again just yet.” you offered. Loki laid next to you, grunting softly as he got himself comfortable. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Loki replied.

You looked over to him, eyes scanning over his face. “Why are you helping me? It isn’t a problem, but I don’t think you’d do this for anyone else, even your own brother.”

Loki sighed, his hand playing with his shirt’s sleeve. “You’re the only human in this insufferable tower that I can find joy in being around.” Loki began. “I felt that to show you my kindness, I would help you.”

“I find joy in being around you too, Loki.” you replied, giving him a small smile. “Thank you.”

Your voice came out more sincere than you thought it would be. But you really did appreceate this a lot. It was nice to have some help. It was even better that it was Loki. Somewhere inside your mind, a part of you had been screaming Score! over top of your headache and body aches.

“It is my pleasure, my lady.” Loki replied, and although he wasn’t smiling with his mouth, you could see the smile in his eyes.

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gothgirlmahi · 4 years

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Prize

Dark!Thor x reader

Summary: You’re found by a hunting party in the woods. The king wants to take you as a trophy. Warnings: Non con, dub con, Thor’s huge...hammer

The bindings dug into you, leaving angry red marks of blood and bruises across your skin. Sharp edges of tree bark cut into your back any time you tried to move and even when you didn’t. You had no idea how long you’d been there. The only direction you could see was up, to the tops of trees and the sky above. Your throat was dry and aching from rope burn and thirst. The darkening sky stared down at you, mocking your pitiful situation.

A virgin sacrifice. That’s what they called it. Your people were religious, perhaps overly so. The rainy season had come and gone without much rain. This year’s harvest was minimal and people were starving. So they picked up a time honored tradition to kill two birds with one stone. A sacrifice would appease the gods and give them one less mouth to feed. And it had to be you.

Your fear picked up as night fell. They had truly left you here to die. There were no gods in the forest. The only end for you was a slow death, either from starvation or an animal happening upon you. You laid there for hours, shaking from the cold in your flimsy white gown and hoping, praying for a swift death.

When the sky was black and tear drops wetted your cold cheeks, you heard a noise in the forest. The rustling of leaves, the breaking of twigs...the whinny of horses? You didn’t know hunters came to this forest. To be fair, you hardly knew there was anything on the planet other than this forest as you had never been anywhere else.

The bindings didn’t allow you much room to move your neck, so you couldn’t see where they were. It seemed that they were approaching from somewhere behind you. You couldn’t tell how many there were, but there were several voices speaking amongst each other jovially. Maybe they weren’t hunters. They were much too loud to be.

You were caught in what you should do. Perhaps call out for help and possibly be rescued? At the same time, that posed heavy risk. A group of men out at night, coming upon a virgin woman tied to a tree? Some might take it as an invitation. They could take turns violating you and kill you anyway to cover their tracks. The risk was too likely. You knew no one out at this time made it a habit of saving waylaid maidens. Your best option was to stay quiet and hope they didn’t see you.

As they got closer, your heart pounded in your chest. It seemed they were still headed in your direction. Out of all the ways they could take through this gods forsaken forest, it had to be the path that led directly to you. You tried to still yourself from shivering against the cold, not wanting to make any movement that could alert them, but your body was aching, sore and you were so hungry. Maybe you could barter with them. You supposed your virtue wasn’t worth slowly starving to death.

“Help,” you tried to call out. Your voice was faint and you could scarcely hear it yourself. You tried a few times more, getting louder with each call and you heard their conversation stop. Their horses got closer to you and as they rounded the tree, you could look down and see their faces, the tops of their heads and armor. The blond one in front, strong and handsome, was staring at you curiously. There were four men on horses behind him, looking confused and intrigued.

“What do we have here?” The blond asked, smiling a bit. One behind him scoffed, a black haired man that looked indifferent the whole situation.

“A sacrifice perhaps. Virgin. Boring.”

Boring? You could be boring. You would be whatever got you out of these restraints.

The blonde laughed before dismounting his horse and disappearing from your view.

“Don’t be so mean. Clearly this young lady has had a rough night,” he said from somewhere below you.

“Please. Help,” you repeated.

“Hush, now. I’m only getting my knife.” You heard him unsheathe the knife and felt him move closer. He cut the rope around your neck first, letting your head fall forward and you cried out in pain. Now you were able to look down as he cut the rest of the ropes. You were caught between staring at his hair, his elegant armor and the way his strong hands let the knife glide through your bindings. By the time he had untied you, you had hardly recognized that you were falling.

You screeched, thinking you would tumble to the unforgiving forest floor but instead you were caught and pulled into his warm chest. When his hands touched your skin he frowned.

“You’ll freeze to death like this.” He laid you down on the ground and you nearly cried from the pain and numbness of the cold. Then you saw him taking his cloak off. He picked you up gently again and wrapped you in his furs. The warmth relaxed you immeasurably though you were still scared of what would happen.

“Thor, can we move this along? We do have a schedule to keep.”

You were starting to not like the black haired one.

“Loki, shut up,” the blonde chided before picking you up and setting you on his horse. He got on in front of you and urged you to put your arms around him. You did so weakly and the party marched on. The horse was quick, quick enough to make you feel a bit ill but you tried to distract yourself from your nausea. Your distraction came in the form of your own exhaustion as you fell asleep, holding tightly to the man in front of you.

After riding for a while you were in a half sleep state and noticed lights in the darkness. When you looked up, your eyes were drawn to a shimmering palace in the distance. You thought for a moment it was a figment of your unconscious mind and didn’t think further as sleep caught you once more.

You woke up again after hearing voices.

“What’s this?” A man asked. You still didn’t look up, just kept your head buried in the fur of the cloak. Thor shifted slightly in front of you.

“A prize. Half dead but a lot prettier than a buck. No complaints from me.”

A prize. You were his prize.

You all rode a bit further before stopping again. Thor dismounted the horse and pulled you off as well. He didn’t even let you attempt to stand, just pulled you over his shoulder and started hauling you away. You looked around, noticing you were in a stable. Stable hands scurried around, taking the horses of the men and tending to them. Thor was taking long strides and soon you were out of the building and into another. You passed through an ornately decorated but empty corridor.

Finally Thor stopped at a door and peered in.

“Excuse me,” he announced his presence. You couldn’t see as you were slung over his shoulder and your head was bouncing around near his back, brushing his armor.

“Good evening, your majesty. May I assist?”

“Yes. Take this woman and bathe her, dress her well and bring her to my table. Can you do this?”

“Of course, your majesty.”

“Treat her well.”

“I will, your majesty. You can put her on the bed and I will bring her to you.”

Thor walked across the room and gently put you down on a soft surface. You basically collapsed from exhaustion and sprawled on the bed. He leaned down to kiss your cheek before rubbing his cloak between his fingers.

“Take care of this for me?”

You nodded. He patted your shoulder and left. You turned and noticed the older woman next to you, looking very stately in her lavender gown and intricate hairstyle. She looked at you disapprovingly.

“I’ll run your bath. You smell like the woods. You’ll be a proper woman in no time.”

And she was right. She very roughly cleaned you, enough that parts of your skin were raw. You were doused in oils and perfumes. You hair was washed and styled. The woman dressed you in a deep red gown, with a neckline much lower than you would ever be comfortable with. You stood in the mirror awkwardly admiring how beautiful you looked but being uncomfortable at the same time. Before you could ruminate on your appearance further, she was dragging you out of the room by your arm. The quick movements had you dizzy and unsteady on your feet but you kept pace with her. You approached a set of doors and she stopped abruptly.

“You will dine with the king. He likes red so I do hope this appeases him.”

She pushed open the doors to a sensory overload. The golden chamber was filled with people talking, laughing and drinking. A bard danced about in the corner playing a song. At the center of the room was a large table covered in things you could never even imagine. A bountiful table filled with food. Meats you had never seen. Vegetables that couldn’t even be grown in your stupid village. And there was just so much of it. To think people lived like this as you spent years starving somehow made you even less hungry than you were.

Across the room, you caught sight of Thor and headed towards him. The drunken masses paid you no mind as you traversed the chamber. Thor’s eyes met yours and he gave you a smile, beckoning you over with a hand wave. You hurried your gait until you were no more than a foot in front of him.

“Oh, my sweet flower. Don’t you look good enough to eat. Though I suppose I should save that for later. Take a seat and dine with me.”

Thor pulled you down on his lap and pulled his plate to you.

“Eat,” he commanded. You listened, inspecting your choices and picking through. Thor seemed content enough to watch as you ate. You had to admit you were starting to feel a bit better. Even before being left to starve in the forest you were still hungry.

You ate until you couldn’t anymore and Thor laughed when you groaned, putting a firm hand on your thigh. There wasn’t a time you could recall being full. It wasn’t a comfortable sensation, but you liked it better than being hungry. Your eyes were drawn to the bard and his song.

“Drink,” Thor said, close enough that you could feel his breath in your ear. You nodded again, taking down some of the bitter liquid in his tankard. Warmth pooled in your belly and you sighed at the sensation. Thor’s hand wandered further down and below your gown. You tensed. He ignored your reaction and trailed up your leg slowly, stopping when he got between your thighs.

“Don’t stop feasting on my account,” he whispered, placing a finger on your clit. You gasped and tried to clasp your thighs together but Thor pulled them apart. His fingers gently rubbed at you and you could feel your arousal growing. Your cheeks burned in humiliation but no one seemed to be paying attention to you anyway. Everyone was concerned with their own entertainment.

His hand dipped lower, pushing into you slightly and gathering some of your juices. He pulled back up to rub against your clit and you moaned, holding onto the edge of the table. The only person who had ever touched you like that was yourself and here was this stranger doing it better than you ever could.

You ground into his hand and he quickened his movements.

“So docile. Compliant. Innocent and sweet. When I take you, you’ll scream for me. Scream for your king. But for now I’ll make you come on my hand. Because you’re that desperate for it. Because it’s what you need.”

You were close, panting and your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. Stars exploded in your vision and before you could scream, Thor’s hand was over your mouth muffling it. You thrust against his hand, twitching and shaking as you rode out your orgasm against him. He kissed your neck before pulling his hand from under your gown.

“I think I’m ready for bed. Aren’t you, little one?”

The trip to his chambers was a blur. He pulled you over his shoulder again before walking out of the room. A quick goodbye was said by a few but there was mostly no reaction to his hasty departure.

He threw you on the bed and started to undress himself.

“From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to take you. A perfect maiden, left out for me to find.”

You were panicked and teary eyed as he pulled his trousers down, revealing his manhood. There was never a point you imagined losing your virginity like this. Maybe with your husband. Maybe even a lover you chose. But to a man who found you in the forest? A man who didn’t even know your name.

He undressed you just as quickly. You made attempt to cover yourself but he laughed and pulled your arms away. Thor stepped off the bed and pulled you with him, forcing you to kneel in front of him.

As you became eye level with his cock, you wanted to scream. You had never seen a man like this before. You weren’t even sure how that thing could fit inside you. There was just too much of him.

“Come here, sweetling. Give it a kiss.”

You crawled over to him, clumsy and shaking. He smiled. Your hands set carefully on his hips and you stared up at him.

“Put it in your mouth. Be careful with your teeth.”

Your hands shook as you held him, but you opened your mouth and went down until you could feel him hit the back of your throat. His length was immense in your mouth and you were sure you could only fit about half of him.

He moaned, sliding back and forth between your lips for a while while you tried to avoid hurting him with your teeth. He grabbed the back of your head and tried to push you further. When he went past your throat you struggled, trying to push against him but he kept going until you were choking and sputtering around his length. He stopped when he was mostly down your throat and held you sternly.

“Stop. Breathe through your nose. Relax.”

You tried to comply and it got a bit better, allowing him to slide the rest of himself down your throat. His hips were at your face, blocking even the air you got through your nose. Before you could panic, he was sliding out again. You took the opportunity to breathe before he slammed back in roughly, finding a quick pace to fuck your face.

Both of his hands held the back of your head as he fucked your throat. The moans tearing from him were sinful and the noises of his pleasure spurred your own. You were already wet from him playing with you at dinner so this only added to your arousal. You knew you shouldn’t have been turned on by it but the raw power of him was enticing.

A mixture of saliva and tears glided down your face and neck as you let him use you.

He stopped abruptly and pulled out. His face was flush with pleasure but he looked frustrated as he picked you up from the floor and threw you on the bed again.

“As much as I love your mouth, that’s not where I intend to cum. I want to leave my seed deep inside you.”

His words stirred something inside you. You laid back compliantly, legs open, waiting for him to act on his desire.

His eyes strayed to your unblemished thighs and the virtue held between them. You were his gift, given to him and he intended to make full use of you. You trembled as he approached and stroked down your calves gently. When he got to your ankle he tugged and pulled you closer to him. He was laid in front of you between your thighs, just staring. If you weren’t so aroused, you were sure you’d be mortified to have this god of a man staring at your soaked core.

He gave a few kitten licks to your clit and you instinctively pulled him closer by his long hair.

“Thor, please,” you pleaded. He looked up at you, smiling as he used his thumb to rub at your clit.

“You don’t have to beg, kitten. I’ll let you have your release. Just not with my mouth. I think it’s time we solved the issue of your maidenhood.”

He pushed himself to kneel between your thighs, stroking at his length as he stared down at you. You unconsciously held your breath waiting for him to move. Tears were still running steadily down your face.

Thor slammed into you completely, his hips meeting yours and you screamed like you were being murdered. It felt like you were being killed, anyway. Being split in half. Being impaled by this man. You cried and screamed but Thor pet you gently and whispered soft words in attempt to calm you. When you regained your sense, you pushed at him. All you wanted was him out of you. It hurt too much.

Thor took both your hands in one of his and pushed them above you.

“Shh. I know it hurts. It’s better to just get through with it than prolong the pain. I promise it will be better soon.”

You whimpered and shook in pain for what seemed like hours and Thor patiently waited for your sins to subside. When they did, he pulled out and thrusted in again gently. He did it until you stopped crying out and picked up a rhythm. His hands released yours and went to your hips, grabbing tightly enough to bruise. He drove into you like a man possessed and moaned his own pleasure.

“So fucking tight around me. Perfect. A perfect woman. My woman. You’re mine. You belong to me and I’m keeping you.”

One of his thrusts had your eyes rolling back. He repeated it when you groaned in pleasure.

“Oh, is that it? Do not worry, your king is generous and will provide for you.”

He kept pushing into you from that angle and brushed his thumb against your clit. Your back arched and you squirmed around, honestly not knowing if you wanted to get away from him or get closer. It just felt so good. You could feel your climax quickly approaching.

Thor pushed one of your legs over his shoulder and pushed himself even deeper into you while groaning into your skin.

“Dirty girl. You won’t be so innocent soon. Not after you come on my cock. Not after I fill you with my seed. I can’t wait to see you, growing with my heirs inside you. Breeding your tight cunt night after night.”

You were delirious, babbling his name and spasming around his cock as you came. The pleasure had your legs shaking and back arched so your chests were firmly pressed against each other. Thor groped one of your breasts and bit into your leg gently.

“Your cunt is squeezing me so tight. Such a good girl for your king. Such a pretty little prize I found.”

He groaned again and you were filled with his hot seed, so much that it spilled out around your thighs and onto the bed. Thor pulled you on top of him without pulling out of you. Your sweat soaked skin stuck to his and you squirmed in discomfort from the ache in your lower regions.

“You’ve done well, sweet girl. You’ve served your king well.”

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darknessisafriend · 4 years

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Hey! I love your writing so much!!! Could i pls request a Joaquin x Reader where they've been close friends for like a couple yrs now and theyre just hanging out or smth together one day and eventually fall asleep together. As one of them is falling asleep tho, they tell the other that they love them (doesn't matter to me who says it first, w/e fits best 😂) nd obv the other overhears it nd then like the next am or w/e they talk about it nd confess their feelings nd start dating. Thank you!!!💖

Hey thank you for the request! I finally wrote it and I hope you will enjoy <3

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction inspired by what we see of these people, I do not claim to know them nor to establish this work as the truth about their personal lives, the realities might be completely different.

First date?

“See? This movie was great!” You exclaimed as you entered Joaquin’s home with a big smile.

“Right…I wasn’t expecting it; it was pretty good; I’ll recommend it to my sisters.” He admitted, closing the door behind you, taking off his hoodie and throwing it on the couch.

“I think Rain will particularly love it.” You replied, taking off your shoes with your feet, keeping on your hoodie, well, the hoodie he had given you. Even if the weather was warm, you loved keeping it on, wrapped up in his smell.

“Yeah, definitely.” He passed a hand through his hair, following you to his kitchen. You were so used to come to his place, it was as if you lived in it and it made him smile. Even more, when he saw you being happily greeted by Soda, giggling as he licked your face.

“Awwww I missed you too, my snuggle bear!” you beamed kissing its head before getting up and letting Joaquin pet his dog. You watched him, those two had an incredible bond; you saw it not only now but also every time you came to his home for dinner, to watch a movie or simply because you missed him.

“So, what are we cooking my dear vegan chief?” you put your hands on your hips, hungry and eager to start.

“Well, what do you want to eat?” he grinned putting his hands on the central counter, slightly leaning towards you.

“Why not some vegetables lasagna?” you suggested with an excited grin. He had been vegan for longer than you are, so naturally you loved when he gave you cooking lessons.

“Sure. It’s not a ten-minute thing you know? We’ll have to keep ourselves busy while it cooks.”

“Well it’s not like you were a boring guy.” You teased him, and he arched an eyebrow in return.

“I’m a boring guy.” He declared, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re not!” you instantly retorted with a giggle, smashing your hands on the counter.

“Yes I am! What are we gonna do? Like just talk or play or read, nothin’ exciting.” He replied modest, he always had a hard time understanding why people found him interesting.

“But you know I love doing those things with you! Come on let’s start cooking, boring man.” You gave him a big kiss on the cheek and went to take an apron for yourself and him. As your back was turned on him, you didn’t notice his little blush at your kiss; you often did it, but it still had the same effect on him.

The two of you started cooking, rarely talking and mostly focused on your tasks, washing and cutting the vegetables, preparing the pasta. But with Joaquin, often silence spoke better than words…you threw looks at each other, full of tenderness and playfulness. And of course, little smiles followed, but those were more discreet, shy…each time your fingers accidentally brushed over his, your heartbeat would increase and your cheeks get flushed; what you didn’t know is that Joaquin felt the same; just like he didn’t know about the growing affection you had for him.

“Here, put the layers of eggplant like that…” he indicted in a murmur, as if to not trouble the peaceful silence of the room. Joaquin moved to get the tomato sauce on your left side, his arms basically wrapping around you in the process. You didn’t know if you two were always so close, but you only noticed today or maybe Joaquin was being bit more tactile today…in any case you didn’t complain and you enjoyed it.

“Alright, now we let it cook for 45 minutes. Time to be patient.” Joaquin broke the silence; cleaning is hands on a dish towel. You took off your apron and smiled at him, already thinking of what you could do while it cooks.

“Let’s go in the garden; it will be soon dark. Let’s watch the sunset.” You suggested softly, Joaquin nodding with a little smile; he loved to spend time in nature, and even more when it was with you or his family. He followed you outside and Soda too, he was such a clingy dog and you loved it.

You went to sit in the grass and finally laid down, watching the many warm colors of the sky, slowly disappearing, letting a few stars appear…it was always a wonderful sight. Joaquin quietly joined you, laying down beside you, Soda resting his head on his belly, Joaquin’s fingers distractingly scratching its head. He felt your gaze on him and briefly met your eyes, you gave him a gentle smile, slightly blushing; he had caught you staring at him, once again.

The both of you stayed silent, focusing back on looking at the sky and listening to few birds that were still singing at dusk. You thought about this moment you were spending with Joaquin, all the moments you had been spending with him lately. There wasn’t a day where you didn’t at least call him; he was constantly part of your thoughts, how was he feeling? Did he think about you when you are not together? And in which way did he think about you? Could he feel more than friendship for you one day? You were pushed out of your thought by a soft and constant sound, finally realizing it was Joaquin who seemed to have fallen asleep, he was breathing deeply, almost sounding like a light snore.

You slowly shifted towards him, resting on your elbow. You detailed his peaceful face, his thick brows, his pouty lips with his unique scar, his silver hair…the most handsome silver fox you had ever met. You hesitated before slowly letting your fingers brush the features you loved so much.

“I love you…” you whispered, leaning forward to place a feather-like kiss on his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth. You wanted to kiss him, but who knows how he would react…you softly smiled and as gently as you could laid your head on his chest; listening to his heartbeat, you noticed how it was actually rather fast, he must have been really tired…

You quickly drifted off to sleep, lulled by his steady breathing. But that sleep was of a short time when you were awakened by the timer of the oven, it was ready and your nap close to Joaquin already over. You met Joaquin’s look as he realized how close your body was to his, you had really slept on him.

“Come on, let’s check our lasagnas before it burns.” You replied in a low tone, your eyes briefly lingering on his lips; you should go back inside before he asks why you were on him. And you got up, Soda following you eagerly. Joaquin watched you for a few seconds puzzled by the whole situation, he had to talk about this, no matter how uncomfortable it would be. He soon reached you in the kitchen, you were taking out the plate from the oven and put it down on the counter with a smile.

“Damn that looks great! We’re going to-” but you were interrupted by the face your friend made; he looked nervous and careful. “What is it?”

“I heard what you said. Back in the garden.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times, not knowing what to say “Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make un-…” he cut you off by putting his hand on yours, his thumb soothingly stroking your skin.

“Hey, it’s all good! I just want to talk about it...” He flashed you a little smile, perhaps himself a bit nervous and licking his lips before speaking “I like you too…very much.” He started, looking at you to assess your reaction to his words. Your eyes detailed his face, he was waiting for your reaction and honestly you didn’t know how to react. Was he really telling you that the feeling is mutual?

“Huh…really? Very much?” you pushed to make sure you had understood correctly.

“Yes, I…I think I’m in love with you.” He clarified, scratching the back of his head, yes it was a bit uncomfortable to talk about that but if that meant a chance to end up together, he was willing to. Your heart missed a beatt, you pinched your lips together to stop squealing in joy like a crazy girl, but it made you so happy. You moved your fingers to lightly caress the back of his hand, a little smile slowly forming on Joaquin’s face.

“Well, why don’t we make this dinner our first date?” you suggested sweetly, kissing his cheek. Joaquin met your eyes, in the end it wouldn’t change much, you loved each other greatly already but he will finally be able to show you fully how much you mean to him.

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