#Loki layfeyson x plus size reader

[chubbygirlfics]

Hi idk if you write for Bucky Barnes or for Loki but if you do I would really love a bucky or Loki x plus size reader and I know it gets annoying but I’m really struggling and I was wondering if they could help reader through body insecurities.

Loki & Bucky head-canons for helping reader through body insecurities (separate)

Warnings: insecure reader, plus size reader!

Loki-

Wishes you could see yourself through his eyes

He already worships the ground you walk and and it’s hurts him seeing you constantly out down your self and your body

Trust me he’ll do everything in his power too boost your confidence or make you feel better ab yourself

Stands behind you in the mirror, tracing his hands along your body, whispering to you about what he loves ab you and that your perfect

If your ever worried he can’t pick you up or that your going to hurt him just remember he has super human strength and you would never hurt him and he would love to pick you up only if your okay with it

The days you feel like you can’t get through it you always have him

He will take you out, hype you up, make love to you, anything that makes his pretty girl feel better

The moral of the story is, Loki will always be there with open arms and ways to comfort you.

Bucky-

With Bucky it’s a little different

Yes he loves you and thinks your perfect but he has trouble communicating about this type of stuff, he doesn’t really know how to comfort you

I guess he doesn’t understand your insecurities, he doesn’t know why you hate your body when he loves it, he doesn’t know why you hate your face and he adores it

Will attempt to make you feel better, by telling you your gorgeous, and that no one compares to you

While that doesn’t necessarily help it’s just the thought that counts

Like with Loki if your worried ab hurting him or him not being able to pick you up he has super solider strength

He could through you around if he wanted too

But just know he loves you no matter what and will try his best to help you.

[plussizefantasia]

Revenge

Flufftober Day 18: Teacher AU

literature teacher!Loki Laufeyson x math teacher!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: I actually love this one so much. I also just realized that we are over halfway done with Flufftober which is kind of sad. Anyway, we've got 13 more days left and I'm looking forward to the plans I have for each one. If you liked this story please reblog and I'll see y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

You are going to kill him. You are going to murder that man. You stayed after your last class yesterday so that you would be able to draw out the problems that your students would have to solve for class today. Now, written right on top of your trigonometry diagrams were the words:

“Mathematics may be defined as the subject in which we never know what we are talking about, nor whether what we are saying is true. -Bertrand Russell”

Written in the ever so familiar scrawl of the Literature Teacher, Mr. Laufeyson. Loki was a nice guy, a great teacher, and at times, a giant pain in your ass. You have no idea how this little feud of yours got started but you are certain that it has escalated beyond what it once was.

At the start, it was just funny little jokes between the two of you. He had once stolen all of the red pens that you used to grade your student’s quizzes and when you went to go look for them, they had all been taped together in one big ball and were sitting in your “Math is Fun” mug that you kept in the teacher's lounge. That was annoying and you also had no real way of knowing who had done it. Until he had brought it up the next day and asked how grading had gone.

You had retaliated by going in early the next morning and moving all of the furniture in his classroom an inch to the left. It had thrown him off just enough that he had tripped on his rug during a lecture and faceplanted. All of your students were talking about it two periods later when they arrived in your class and you were all smiles for the rest of the day.

So far, there has not been any lasting damage, and all of your coworkers find it more amusing than annoying which is a good thing because neither of you wanted to get the administration involved. 

You were not amused by the board graffiti you had found when you came in your class this morning, and while you were re-drawing the problems he had ruined you were thinking of how you could get back to him later that day.

Your plans for revenge had to be put on the back burner as students started filing into your classroom. Half of them looked so tired that you genuinely thought they might fall asleep at their desks and the others looked entirely too frazzled for 7:30 in the morning.

It wasn’t until after you had had your lunch break that an idea had come to you about a way to get back at Loki. You grabbed the pile of graded quizzes from your desk, ones that you were able to grade in red pen thank you very much, and started making your way upstairs to where Mr. Laufeyson’s class was located.

You knew that he was teaching his British Literature elective right now, as it was fifth period. You also knew that most of the kids in that class were also in your Calculus class at the end of the day.

You didn’t wait for very long before pulling open the door to his classroom and waltzing right in with a smirk across your face.

“Good Afternoon Mr. Laufeysoon, pardon the interruption but I have some quizzes I need to give back to some students ASAP.” Without waiting for a response you began walking up and down the rows of desks in his class passing out the graded quizzes to your very amused students. You noticed that he had stopped talking when you had walked into the room and hadn’t started up again. “Go ahead,” you had told him, “don’t want to waste valuable teaching time.” You continued to pass out the papers, all while trying to not burst out laughing at the look on his face.

“Um, yes right. Well as I was saying. Shakespeare was a minor god of his time. His ability to-”

“Hey Derek, I wanted to talk to you about this question that you got wrong, would you be able to stay a little bit after our class to talk about it.” You sent a small wink to Derek and put a finger to your mouth to indicate that he shouldn’t say anything. “I just don’t want to waste any class time going over it today, we have a lot to cover.” Derek just nodded and you could see his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.

“Are you done?” Loki asked, slanting his hips to one side and placing the hand not holding his open book on them. “Because I have a class to be teaching right now.” He lifted his eyebrows and you acquiesced. You wanted to mess with him, not ruin his whole class plan for that day.

“Yes, I’m done. Thank you for letting me hand those out.” You smiled sweetly at him and began walking back out of his room. Just barely hearing his mutter of “I didn’t let you do anything.” As you passed by him.

Mission accomplished you headed back down to your classroom and started gathering up the things you would need to teach the next period. You didn’t expect that he would have the time to be able to get you back today. But you were for sure expecting some kind of retaliation the next day.

It wasn’t until your last period that you were proven wrong. Everything seemed normal, your students filled in slightly ansty as it was the last period and everyone was ready to go home. They all pulled out their work and started on the problems you had written on the board. 

It wasn’t until you started calling on them that you realized what you had opened yourself up to.

You called on Derek first, he was one of the more academically inclined students you had but he was shy about answering in front of the class. You knew he had gotten the answer right, you had looked at his work before you called them all back to focus. But what you weren't expecting was for him to give you his answer in eh most god-awful British accent you had ever heard.

“I doth believeth that the answer to this problemeth is 42.3”. You were baffled. You had no idea what was going on and the fact that Derek had said all this with such a straight face made you think you were having some kind of hallucination episode in the middle of class. But instead of mentioning it you just decided to move on.

“Oh-kay. Um… Samantha what did you get for number 2.”

Again you were met with an awful accent and weird olde- english phrasing.

“Yes, Madame, the answereth I haveth arrived at was X equaleth 110”.

Now that you knew you weren’t just having a breakdown and something was actually happening you didn’t hold yourself back.

“What is happening right now? I don’t- why are you guys being so weird.”

You were met with utter silence, which was rare in your classroom of 23 teenagers. But you didn’t move on. You stared each of them down, focusing a little harder on trying to get the weak ones to crack. Finally, it was Abigail who let the cat out of the bag. She was sweet, but notoriously bad at keeping secrets.

“Mr. Laufeyson said he would give five bonus points to anyone who used a bad accent in your class today.” She let out in all one breath, “More points if you spoke like someone out of Shakespeare.”

You ran your tongue across the front of your teeth. “Did he?” You let out a sort of incredulous laugh and shook your head a little. “Well then, bonus points on the next quiz to whoever can steal the marble apple off his desk and bring it to me tomorrow.” Your students all began to laugh a little bit and some had a look of extreme determination across their faces at your words.

Your class continued sans silly accents and you sent your students home for the day without any homework. As you started cleaning up your desk, putting your laptop in your bag, and grabbing your sweater off the back of your chair you were interrupted by the voice of your arch-nemesis.

“You are positively wicked.” Loki was leaning up against the frame of the door to your classroom, his jacket also on his arm and his messenger bag slung across his shoulders.

“You started it with the Russell quote on my board. You knew how much time I put into drawing those problems.”

“Admit it, it made you smile when you saw it.” He began to cross across the room towards your desk,

“Maybe, but what really almost made me lose it laughing was Samantha’s horrible British accent.” You looked up at him and let out a small laugh at the memory. “So maybe, Mr. Laufeyson, you are the wicked one.”

“I might be, Mrs. Laufeyson but you were the one who married me.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” You chuckled once again and leaned up to place a kiss upon your husband’s lips.

“May I ask what plans you have concocted to get back at me tomorrow Darling?” He asked.

“You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself tomorrow, Love.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Burdened With Glorious Purpose

Dark!Loki x plus size reader

There was something else Loki took when he came to Earth, something even more precious than the Tesseract

Warnings: DARK FIC PLEASE READ WARNINGS, kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, past non-con, punishments/violence but not explicit

WC: 854

A/N: I pumped this out after drinking probably too much vodka and watching an entire season of Hannibal. Enjoy

Minors DNI

The silence was getting to her. The darkness too but her eyes could conjure up false images to keep her company in the dark. She used to be able to stand the quiet by humming or tapping her fingers on the cold concrete floor. He caught her singing one day and punished her. “Your sweet voice is only for me, do not waste it on yourself.” She could still feel the throbbing pain of the lashes from his cane across her chubby thighs and ass.

He was brutal and cruel, loving and thoughtful. He gave and he took. He was a god and a devil whose only purpose was to be her ruler, benevolent or otherwise. She had no sense of time anymore, there was only when food would appear at the foot of her mattress with a flash of green light and when he came to ask if she was ready to behave.

She missed so many things about her old life, she knew she did, but it was getting harder to remember. What did it feel like to have the sun on her skin? To have the wind blow through her? What did her parents’ faces look like? What were their names? She wasn’t even sure she had parents in the first place.

All she knew was him. Every time she closed her eyes, it was his face she saw, not the face of her loved ones. All she could feel was his skin on hers instead of the sun. It was his voice that washed over her like wind.

The cold of the room soaked into her, making her lethargic and tired all the time. Why was she fighting it so much? What was so bad about him that she felt the need to constantly rebel? He gave her food, and shelter, and he loved her when she wasn’t being a brat. Even the sex was better than she’d ever had before. So what if she screamed and cried and told him to stop?

He loved her so much that he knew what was best for her. She came every time, didn’t she? “No one is coming for you, pet. No one loves you like I do. No one cares for you like me.” He was right, no one had come for her. No one was looking for her. He was her world.

She couldn’t believe how stupid she had been when she first woke up in this windowless, doorless room and screamed until it hurt to even breathe. Just a dumb little girl for fighting him when he first appeared and took her on the flimsy mattress on the floor. She should’ve known better than to attack him with the spoon she had sharpened against the concrete. She deserved the whipping she got that left her unable to move for days.

She loved him and he loved her. He was her king and she was his queen. Her legs wobbled as she stood, like a baby deer learning to walk, she stumbled to the wall that he would most often appear from. She laid her palm flat against the cold stone and with a voice that was broken and meek, called out.

“L-Loki. I’m ready to come out now.” Silence followed. For a moment, she was terrified. Did he leave her? Did he get sick of her constant disobedience and decide to just give up? “Please don’t leave me.” She whimpered, fat tears rolling down her plump cheeks. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” 

She wrapped her arms around her thick waist for comfort as more time passed, staring into the darkness, willing for him to materialize before her. “Please.” She collapsed to the ground, sobs ripping through her chest. He left her. And it was all her fault. She shouldn’t have fought. Shouldn’t have talked back or insulted him. If only she had accepted his love from the start then maybe she could be safe in his embrace right now.

“Oh my love, there is no need for tears, I’m here now.” She gasped as light filled the room from behind him, illuminating his body while he crouched before her, holding out his arms, a kind smile on his face. There was no hesitation in her actions, she flung her body into his own, wetting his black dress shirt with tears as she clung to him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be a brat!” His large hand pet her hair gently as he cradled her soft body.

“I know dear. You didn’t know how much I love you, you were scared. But it’s ok now.” He crooned, rocking their bodies as her sobs tapered off, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. Her fingers curled into the silky material of his shirt, breathing him in once more after so long. His thin lips pressed kiss after kiss to her hair, his own raven locks brushing against her cold skin. 

“I love you.” She murmured into his pale skin, missing the wicked grin that grew across his face as his green eyes sparkled. “You always did.”

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[marvelslittlewhore]

Loki would definitely sit on his throne holding your leash while you're naked kneeling on the ground in front of him.

- Makayla 💜

[high-ashell-hargrove]

Baby Boy- Loki Laufeyson

Pairing: Sub!Loki x Dom!Plus size! Reader

Warnings: contains smut 18+,Mommy Kink, Dom/ sub, Vulgar language? (I'm horrible at warnings I swear), Bj.

word Count: 524

A/n: forgive me for i have sinned.

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You were a bit surprised when he had first brought up switching "roles" to you. Not that you weren't willing to try because god you loved the idea. It just startled you, in a good way. He was big and brooding and just the epitome of dominance, but there was a part of you that couldn't deny seeing the more submissive side of him... because it definitely was there. He just didn't show it often.

"Aw look at you baby, so pretty underneath me." You cooed, gently caressing his flushed cheek. You watched the man contently, his breathing staggered with each exhale.

"My baby boy, your already so worked up and I have barely touched you" you whispered, leaning down you place a delicate kiss to his throat.

Small whimpers left him at your words and lord were they music to your ears. you slid down onto your knees, gently palming the fabric of his Jean's, your eyes never leaving his.

"Please " he whined again, jutting his hips forward. Looking up from his crotch you could see how big and glossy his eyes were.

"Do you need mommy to touch you?"

Gently leaning down you placed a kiss over his pants.

"Fuck- yes please mommy please." He begged, his voice so wobbly and almost innocent.

Without another word you swiftly pulled down his Jean's leaving him in just his boxers. Reaching into his boxers you pull out his cock. Slowly you pumped his shaft, making his hands curl into the bed sheets.

"You know sometimes mommy forgets her baby has such a fat cock"

You watched as his eyes roll backwards, his head lulling back too. Breathy pants filled the room as he thrusted harder up into your hand .

Sticking out your tongue, you licked a stripe up his shaft to his tip, giving it light kisses as pre-cum covered your lips.

"I forget my baby tastes so good too" you moan, now taking all of his cock into your mouth. He was ready to burst, you could both tell and there was no hiding it. Tears beaded in his eyes, his lips were tight in between his teeth as he watched your mouth work its wonders. Bring his big hands to your head, he grabbed a chunk of hair and forced you further down onto his cock. Gagging and wet noises filled the room as he continued his assault on your throat.

"I'm gonna cum" he moaned out. Looking up at him you watched his disheveled frame. His eyes met yours, lightly you drag your nails over his thick thighs and bat your eyelashes giving him the go ahead. After a few more sloppy thrusts you felt him come to a halt. his mouth fell open letting out the most lewd sound you had ever heard. you felt his cock violently twitching as he came, filling your mouth with his thick cum.

You pulled off of him and swallowed. Coming up next to him you placed a kiss to his lips. His eyes scanned over your face, tears stained your cheeks.

"We should do this more often" you chuckled.

[weasleywinchester]

Can I Keep Him?

Loki x Reader

Hey fam, so we have all been changed by the one and only Alligator Loki. He's just too cute (those horns?), too sassy (those grumbles) and I want to carry him like a baby all day every day. SO I immediately had to write something, enjoy.

Everything hurts and everything is dark. You follow each nerve ending in your body, flexing from your fingertips to your toes. Taking a steady breath in, you open your eyes. They’re met with the sight of a stormy sky, clouds in a constant movement with small sparks of purple lightning running through them.

“Am I dead?” You ask the sky, a distant rumble is the only answer you get. You sit yourself up, realizing you’ve been thrown into a grassy hillside. You quickly scan your surroundings but there’s no sign of life, just what looks to be a crumbling city.

“Loki?” you shout, waiting a few seconds before shouting again. Well fuck. You dust yourself off, walking up the hill to gain some higher ground. Something in the air changes, the wind starts whipping your hair and the constant rumble becomes louder. You turn to see the clouds amassing into the shape of a beast, taller than any building you’ve ever seen.

“Shelter… shelter now!” You scramble to the top of the hill, thankful that a pipe sticking out of the ground has a liftable lid. You slip inside, listening to the rumble move away from your hiding spot. You climb down the ladder, the feeling of eyes watching you making the hair on your arms stand up. You slowly turn around, coming face to face with

“Loki!” You shout, leaping into his arms.

“Darling, what are you doing here?” He finally moves his arms to hug you around the waist, bewildered that he gets to hold your once more.

“Apparently following you beyond the end of time.” You laugh, giving him a tight smile and pointing with your eyes at the small crowd watching you. “You going to introduce me to your friends?” You say through your teeth. He frowns, and then remembers you haven’t been his little shadow this whole time.

“Right.” He clears his throat, turning to the group. “Well, this is Loki, and Loki...” he points to each one.

And then you see him, letting out a gasp that makes Loki jump.

“WHO IS THAT?” You squeal, sliding down the hill to the kiddy pool.

“Darling, be careful.” Loki sighs, putting his arms out like a parent chasing after a toddler.

“He’s SO CUTE!” You squat next to the pool to get a closer look at the little alligator.

“He’s, apparently, also a Loki.” Loki grimaces. The three other Loki’s come to stand beside him, marveling at you.

“They’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” Classic Loki states, the other two nodding in agreement. Loki looks between the three, and then at you; and it is true, you are the most beautiful creature out there.

“Why are they hanging out with a douche canoe like you?” Kid Loki snorts.

“Can I hold him?” You look up at Loki, your eyes going round as saucers. He rolls his eyes, giving you an exasperated huff, you never cease to be ridiculous.

“Look! He’s climbing in my lap!” You point, giving Loki an even bigger smile.

“He says you may hold him.” Classic Loki smiles at you as you drag the alligator into your lap.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” You tell Alligator Loki, gently running your fingers along his back. He grumbles, which you take as a good sign. Loki huffs in annoyance, is he second best to this small beast now?

“Look how cute his horns are.” you coo, your fingers lightly tracing the curve of each horn.

“Be careful with the word cute, most Loki’s don’t like that.” Kid Loki comes to sit next to you. He gently pats Alligator Loki, who gives him a happy grumble. “Although, he says he doesn't mind being called cute by you.”

You smile at Kid Loki, maybe you’ll be able to communicate with Alligator Loki one day… You sit up straight and spin yourself to face Loki.

“Can we keep him?” You ask, scrunching your face in the perfectly cute way. Loki clenches his jaw and sighs, throwing his head back in defeat.

“Fine. But if he bites me...” He warns, smiling at your squeal in delight

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“Ah, yes. Not so good a bargain. How about this one? My army, my throne? About that.”President Loki grins at Boastful Loki. You share a look with Loki, both knowing full well that double crossing the God of Mischief is never a good idea, let alone if it’s against a different variant.

“Why you beef-witted, half-faced scrubs. We had a deal! For God's sake.” Boastful Loki shouts. You grimace, this situation either ends in a fight or everyone trying to flee out the same exit. Alligator Loki wanders up, growling his two cents on the matter.

“Why the hell is there an alligator in here?” President Loki sighs, looking at the five of you. Oh hell no!

“He's a Loki!” The five of you shout as Alligator Loki lunges forward. He clamps onto the President’s hand, ripping it clean off his arm. The whole room stands in silence, terrified, as President Loki screams at his bleeding stump. And then his army lunges for your group, and the fighting commences. You look over at Loki, who’s wildly gesturing to Alligator Loki.

“Well, technically he didn’t bite this version of you!” you gesture at him, shrugging in defense and joining the fight.

Loki sighs, shaking his head. The things he put up with for you.

[schlattsdoll]

tom hiddleston with an s/o who has praise kink, thank you !!

i did intend for this to be gender neutral but somethings are just easier for me to write in the female perspective!! sorry :((

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), praise kink, honorifics [sir], pet names [my love, love, darling], you are responsible for your own media consumption!!

tom hiddleston

ok so, tom is already very vocal during sex, but when he discovers your praise kink? oof.

he discovered it a bit innocently, in all honesty. tom walked up behind you as you were getting ready to go out for the night. as you worked on your eyeliner, you hear your older boyfriend whisper in your ear, “you look absolutely lovely darling, you did such a good job.” as he leaned down to kiss your neck. the way you shivered under his touch was a signal to him to try something out that night.

after the event, you were on your knees in front of tom, eager for what he was about to give you. “look at you, so pretty on your knees for me, my love. such a good girl for me aren’t you?”

you almost melted into the floorboard, and tom could tell. “you like when i tell you how good you are for me huh? like when i call you my good girl? you’re so beautiful, love.”

a slight whimper escaped your lips, not knowing if you had the willpower to respond. “use your words darling, tell me.” “y-yes sir.”

“good girl, now, tell me what it is you want, and i’ll have you sing for me my love.”

[statticscribbles]

Plus Sized Dating: Loki

Summary: Headcanons, Plus size reader, dating Loki

Loki loves to bring you flowers, you find out he’s gotten banned from two of the florists near your place for buying them out of their daily stock

Loki is a horrible cook, but he tries to make you your favourite foods when you have a bad day

You make the first move, kissing Loki, he’s so shocked he just stares at the floor for a full minute

Anytime some makes jokes about your weight if you’re in public, something just happens to go wrong with their day, if there seems to be a green aura around Loki, it’s just a trick of the light he says and grins

He overhears you talking about losing weight and getting in better shape to be with him, he confronts you, assuring you that he wants to be with you because of who you are, that how you look is a bonus on top of the already wonderful person you are.

You mention that you’re nervous about being with him, ashamed of your weight compared to him “Love you know I’m 500 pounds right??? I’m a norse god?? A frost giant?? You’re an ant compared to me..” “An ant?” “A very lovely ant?”

You meet because you work with Darcy and Loki is poking around, bored when he stumbles upon you and manages to stay hanging around you for two hours.

Loki makes up excuses to spend time with you, trying to figure out if you’re with anyone, You catch on after the third day

Loki loves to pick you up any chance he gets, his favourite is to spin you around and offer you out gifts with you’re recovering from the dizziness

The first dinner date you go on he orders tacos, after a comment Mobius had made about the worst foods to eat on a first date, he assumed it was a plot to get him to avoid them

It becomes a tradition on your anniversaries to order the worst possible ‘first date food’

Whenever people comment that they’re surprised anyone would want you Loki just grins and reminds them he’s a god, so his choice is clearly the best

You’re terrified the entire trip to Asgard, and worried everyone will make fun of you, and Loki just scoffs that everyone will know better

Thor complains Loki lied to him about you, and you’re worried that he made it seem like you were skinny, as it turns out Thor misinterpreted Loki’s comments and was expecting you to match his frost giant height

The first time you let Loki see you naked he’s quiet for a minute before asking if you want to see what he looks like, you’re a little too eager and he laughs

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Black Box

Loki x Reader (non specific)

Warnings: None!

Summary: You got Loki a gift he won't forget.

"Guess what?" You stood in front of Loki with your hands behind your back and a large grin on your face.

He sat on the couch with a smile reflecting your own. "What is it my little genius."

"I got you something." You pulled the long black box from behind your back and held it out for him to take.

He looked to you diverting his eyes from the box. "What could this possibly be, people don't get me things often."

"Open it and see." The nervousness you felt seemed to rise every second he held it in his hand. Watching him delicately pull the red ribbon away was the most torturous thing you've endured.

His smile grew as he opened casing he looked to you with mischief in his eyes. "They're beautiful." He weighed the daggers in his hands.

"Look at the bottom of the handles."

"The mind stone." He looked at you with a questioning look on his face.

"It was my job to hide them, we're going to consider it hidden."

"This is the diamond from my mothers favorite necklace." His eyes were shiny and tears streamed down his face.

"I really wanted to get you something special, Thor helped. I hope you like it."

"You hope? How could one like something like this. I love it, almost as much as I love you. Come." His fingers curled beckoning you toward him. "Thank you." He pulled you down on to his lap and into his chest.

[chubbygirlfics]

Human love | Loki laufeyson

Warnings. Plus size reader!

Summary. Loki winning a date with you

When you first met Loki you were sure that you two would never get along….He was a arrogant, self centered, prick.

At least that’s what you thought, but you just kept all your hatred towards Loki inside because you and Thor were very good friends. You and Thor met the first time he came to earth, you worked with Tony stark on his suits, you didn’t have powers, just a very high iq and Tony liked having you around.

You and Thor hit it off pretty quickly, cracking jokes and making each-other laugh really, most of the time he spent on earth he was with you, making a lot of people believe you two were dating, including Loki.

Then not too long after Loki came, trying to take over the damn world, which he clearly didn’t succeed at.

After that Shield and the avengers kept him locked up so he couldn’t do anymore damage.They had someone always give him food and check up on him for a while until he scared them away.

That’s when Tony sent you to give him and food and talk to him, mostly because you were a very good person talker and you were tough so whatever he said wouldn’t get to you.

“You know Thor doesn’t really like you right” his accent rung through your ears “hm, why’s that loki?” You asked thinking he meant as friends “he could never love someone like you, he’s only ever dated slim girls on Asgard, but I could I treat you right, I could treat you like a queen and I cloud her your king” he stated

“Loki.. what ever have you the impression that me and Thor are dating? And that I would ever be with a disgrace of a man like you?” You laughed

“Oh really y/n? You and my brother are always in each other’s presence, if you think anyone is under the impression that your just friends, your wrong” he responded

“You must let me take you on a date before you judge me y/n” he pleaded

“Me and Thor are not dating and I don’t need a date with you to judge you, you literally tried taking over New York” you scoffed and left the room, leaving Loki defeated in trying to win you over

Eventually, shield let him out because he wasn’t a threat to earth anymore

He still tried getting you to go out with him for months, even being nice to the rest of the avengers just to get your attention, finally you just gave up

“M’lady y/n, I will only ask once more, will you please let me take you on a date” he begged

You didn’t know why he wanted to get with you so bad, like he said if his brother only dated slim girls on Asgard, he probably did too, and he was very good looking, so he probably got all the pretty lady’s

“Okay, Loki I’ll let you take me on a date” you finally give him

He seems shocked, finally after months you say yes, “great! Uhm, can you meet me at 7 downstairs?” He says like a little kid walking into a candy store

“Yes I can” you smile

The avengers let him stay in the tower as long as he promised to stay out of trouble and not make any problems for them, which he agreed too but only for you

Finally 7 o’clock hits, and your dressed in a skin tight black dress with black matching heels, you have natural makeup on and your hair done

you want to look good for Loki,so you can flatter him

You walked downstairs and see him waiting in a black tuxedo, you didn’t know where he was taking you, but he’s Loki so it’s somewhere fancy

He sees you and his jaw drops, you look so beautiful and your dress hugs your curves in all the right places, he thought if this wasn’t your first date he’d take you then and there

“Y/n you look absolutely stunning, I’m almost at a loss of words” he stammered

“Thank you Loki, you look quite handsome yourself” you compliment him, he sticks his hand out so you can grab onto him

After that he drives you too a very beautiful and fancy restaurant, you spend the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other.

You definitely regret not going on that date sooner, especially if you knew he was suck a gentleman

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Divine {Loki x Plus Size Reader}

Plot: Loki buys you a new dress.

Character: Loki x Plus Size Female Identifying Reader

Note: ooc Loki bc I wanted to make it fluffy

Part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

It was no secret that Loki worshipped the very ground you walked on. Loki had fallen hard, deep and fast from the first meeting with you. You were his one weakness. He prided himself that he was all powerful with nothing holding him back but that changed when he met you.

You didn’t think you were anything special, a mere human in the presence of a God, you never thought you were special but to Loki you were the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen.

Loki, popular to contrary belief, was very sweet to you. He would spoil you with gifts from all over the nine realms, the finest and most expensive things you’d ever seen. You always told him it was too much but Loki just wanted to spoil you and make you smile. He loved your smile.

So, it was no surprise when you returned to your chambers to see Loki with a box on the bed, “I told you to stop,” you groaned with a laugh, “I don’t have anything to give to you.”

“As long as I have your heart, I am satisfied, my Queen. Now please, open it.”

He watched your face as you opened it to pull out the most gorgeous dress you’d ever seen. It was a champagne colour with gold embellishments, sparkly jewels and the most delicate lace, “Wow,” you whispered as you held it up, “It’s beautiful.”

“Try it on for me, my love,” Loki said, relaxing back in the bed as he enjoyed watching your reaction.

“It’s...” you held it up in front of the mirror, finding that your eyes filled with tears as you looked at it, “I can’t, Loki.”

Loki frowned, standing and walking to you, “Have I upset you?”

“It’s just so beautiful,” you whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I... Someone else deserves to wear this.”

“What do you mean, my love?” He asked softly.

“You know... someone beautiful deserves to wear this, someone thin and delicate and... someone who’s not me.”

Loki stood up straight, his demeanour changing, “(y/n),” he murmured softly, “Do you really not believe you are beautiful?” You shook your head, “My Queen, no... I will not stand for this. I will not listen to you say such lies about yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror, look at the way your eyes glisten, the richness of the colour of your skin, your smile is so bright and happy. Look at the way your body looks, the beautiful curves all over it as though you were sculpted by the Gods.”

“I’m nothing special, Loki,” you said shaking your head, “I don’t deserve such luxuries.”

“You deserve the whole world and more. Why do you think I enjoy giving you precious things? I find the most beautiful creations in all of the Nine Realms to gift to you and even with such beautiful items, everything pales in comparison. I have never, in all of my life, met someone as beautiful, someone as precious as you. You don’t need the dress to feel beautiful, you don’t need any of the gifts, you are beautiful without the riches. You, as you are, is perfect.”

You hugged him tightly, he always knew what to say to you to comfort you, “Will you try it on for me, my Queen?” You nodded against his chest before pulling back, wiping your eyes and stripping off to try it.

Loki sat on the edge of the bed, watching as you changed into it, and helped you pull up the zipper. You stared into the mirror and gasped, Loki smiled from behind you, “Wow...” You whispered, touching the silk fabric delicately, “I look...”

“You look divine. You look like a painting, my love. Absolutely and utterly beautiful. Beautiful without it, it only enhances that beauty.” Loki pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes glistened as you smiled and he was right, you did look beautiful.

[band--psycho]

Comfort-Loki Imagine

Warnings: Negative body image thoughts (potentially triggering) & a small bit of smut

Y/Ns POV

Today was a huge celebration for The Alfathers birthday. Loki very sweetly decided to surprise me with this stunning , emerald fishtail dress that he was hoping I would wear tonight, I was yet to try the dress on, worried about what it would look like on me. I was standing in my bra and panties analysing the dress,  I could already tell that it would tightly hug my waist and my stomach, showing every roll that was on my body. I could never pull this dress off. I felt the tears begin to brim in my eyes as my mind played through scenes about what people would say about me wearing such a gorgeous dress. I felt the tears fall down my cheeks as I thought about what Loki would say when he saw me in that dress...he’d be repulsed. I was so lost in my own thoughts I hadn’t even noticed Loki had entered the room, I was completely unaware of his presence until he wrapped his arms around me making me jump slightly. 

“It’s only me,love,” Loki whispered in my ear. He slowly made his way to stand infront of me, worry instantly coming across his face as he noticed the tears that were in my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, lifting his hand to my face, wiping away some of the tears from my face.  

“Nothing, my love,” I replied, attempting to send him a reassuring smile, but he saw straight through that lie.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” He said, his ocean eyes locking with mine, as he tried to work out what was wrong with me. But how could I even start, how could I even begin to tell him what I was thinking or how I felt. How I was disgusted with how I look. How I thought he would be repulsed by seeing me in that dress...How I thought I would be an embarrassment to him if I turned up to the celebrations in that dress; or the fear of people laughing at me as soon as I entered the room…He was a god; and I was just me..I was as beautiful as half of the girls in the realm. He deserved better than me; someone who was worthy of his love..

“Oh, my love…”Loki whispered as he pulled me into a long hug, placing a kiss on top of my head...I sighed into his hug knowing that he’d just heard what I’d been thinkingI kept forgetting he could do that when he really concentrated. He kept me wrapped in his embrace for a few moments, before lightly taking my hand and leading me over to the full length mirror in our room.

“Your thoughts on your body are so negative, love,” he whispered making his way behind me, his hands wrapping around my waist once again.

“How could you think I would be repulsed by any part of you?” He asked, the confusion evident in his voice.

“You are stunning,” He began his hands gently stroking my waist. 

“Every single inch of you is breathtaking,” He continued, placing delicate kisses along my neck. 

“I have never seen or met anyone as stunning as you are,” he whispered in my ear, his cool breath sending shivers down my spine. 

“You are not an embarrassment to me and you are certainly not unworthy of my love,” He cooed.

“I may be a god, my love, but my heart belongs to you and only you,” He continued, as he rubbed small circles onto my hips. 

“I love you, all of you, especially your body,” at his words, he grabbed my hands again, leading me away from the mirror and towards our bed, just as we reached the bottom of it, he pulled me into a long and passionate kiss. He pulled away from the kiss momentarily, picking me up slightly to place me on the bed, before he put his lips softly back on to mine. 

“Loki, we’re going to be-” I began, halting the kiss slightly, but he just shook his head and continued to kiss me. 

“I have more important matters to attend to,”he whispered, his kisses moving down my neck. 

“I know you don’t love yourself the same way I do,” at his words he knelt down infront of me, slowly pulling my panties down with him. 

“”But ,my love, I am going to worship you and your body until you do…..”

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My favorite characters are not on the list 😔

So, prompt 34 with Loki, Tope: 8, AU: 5, please!

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To Be Loved

Loki x plus size reader

He just wanted to help his best friend score a date and now he’s heartbroken.

Warnings: fake dating, heartbreak, unrequited feelings (maybe), happy ending, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

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Minors DNI

34: “I can’t leave knowing you’re angry at me.” 8: Fake dating 5: Modern

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Heartbreak is a devastating feeling. It can tear you apart, piece by piece over years until there is nothing left but a hole that they used to fill, or it can crush you in seconds, stealing your breath and your happiness in one fell swoop. But what makes it even worse is when you don't realise you were in love until it’s too late.

Loki had never experienced heartbreak before, he had never known the feeling of true and unconditional love until her. But now as he looked at her dancing with another man, he knew what it felt like, and the worst part of it was that it was his fault.

He forced himself to turn away as the man’s hands traveled down her back to grip her wide hips tightly, pulling her plump body into him. He watched as she gasped but accepted his actions, her own arms winding around his neck to draw his lips closer to hers.

It was a simple favour she asked of him, one that she could only trust her best friend in the world with. “Can you pretend to date me so I can make Lincoln jealous?” Lincoln, her next door neighbour that she had a massive crush on. There hadn’t been a day gone by since he moved in where she didn’t talk about how pretty he was, how sweet and funny, how undeniably sexy. And Loki didn’t mind saying yes, she would have certainly done the same for him if he wanted to impress someone he wished to woo.

But somewhere along the way, in between the less than platonic hugging, the bouquets of flowers he had delivered to her apartment every Thursday, the kisses on her cheeks that slowly got closer and closer to her lips, Loki found himself believing their lie. That she was his and he was hers.

Then, yesterday morning, they ‘broke up’ and Lincoln came to her rescue, easily taking her into his arms and comforting her. Loki woke up today to a text that made his stomach turn with an emotion he couldn’t recognise. ‘Lincoln asked me out! I owe you big time!’

Her Instagram story confirmed she was going on a date. The red dress that clung to her generous curves like a second skin, paired with black stilettos that made her ass look incredible was proof enough that she planned to seduce the man she was pining for and all Loki wanted was to drown himself in liquor.

And of course he just had to pick the same bar that they went to. His heart dropped as she pulled her new beau to the dance floor with swaying hips and dark eyes. He knew what that meant and it was killing him. Why now? Why did he have to realise that he was stupidly in love with his best friend when she was getting the thing she truly wanted and could make her happy?

He left without getting a drink.

——————

Y/N was getting worried. Loki hadn’t texted her in days. She knew he was ok, he had been active on Tumblr and Insta but whenever she called him, it went straight to voicemail. Her last straw was when Thor mentioned that his brother hadn’t left his apartment in days, getting him to do his grocery shopping so he didn’t have to go out.

The trip to his flat went by too slowly for her liking. Every second that passed was like torture, she couldn’t help but imagine everything that could have happened to him. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears with each step up his building. She didn’t bother knocking, knowing he would probably refuse to answer if he knew it was her.

The apartment was darker than usual with his black out curtains drawn and the lights off save for a few candles scattered about the place. It was like walking into a funeral. An air of grief and despair hung heavily over the room like an early morning fog.

“Thor, I have already told you, I am not leaving. I am content to stay here until I see fit.” His melodic voice was raspy and sounded disused, as if he hadn’t spoken for days. “It’s not Thor.” She called back.

Loki emerged from the darkness and she gasped. His pale face was gaunt and haunting, with almost bruise-like dark bags under his blue eyes, it was apparent he had not slept for at least half a week. His black hair was greasy, haphazardly tied up in a fashion that was so unlike himself. “Why are you here?” It came out as a snarl, a tone he had never used with her before.

“You haven’t been answering your phone.” He scoffed, turning his back to her. “I didn’t think you’d care.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She followed after him into his bedroom, determined to know what was going on. Loki didn’t even look at her, only returning to his bed much like a petulant child would after a tantrum. “Leave.”

Y/N crossed her arms over her ample chest and glared down at him. “I can’t leave knowing you’re angry at me. You know that.” But he didn’t answer. “Loki, what’s going on with you? Have I done something to make you upset?” The mattress dipped as she sat at the foot of it, placing her hand a few inches from his long legs.

“Loki please.” She begged. “It’s nothing.” He murmured, pressing his face into one of the many pillows by his head. “It’s obviously not nothing for my best friend to stop talking to me.”

“Friend.” He spat out the word like it was dirty. 

“All right seriously, what the fuck is happening? Do you not want to be friends anymore, is that it?” she huffed, thoroughly confused and hurt for her best friend.

“Yes.” He hissed as venomously as he could, yet he still refused to meet her gaze, terrified of the emotions that swirled in the depths of those e/c’s. 

Y/N’s breath hitched and she felt her through tighten with tears. “Loki.” She said his name so softly, filled with so much concern and hurt, it made his chest ache. He could feel his resolve crumbling, wanting to spring out of bed, tell her it was just some cruel joke and go back to how they were before.

But his heartbreak was too much and he knew that it would destroy him even more to have her so close but so far away, to watch her fall in love with someone else as he was trapped in her orbit, destined to burn out and self-destruct.

“Y/N, just go.” 

“Just tell me why, you owe me that much.”

“I don’t owe you anything!” His rage burned brightly as he rose from the bed. “I don’t owe you anything because I have already given everything to you! My heart, my soul, my love, my happiness. All of it is yours and yet you still want more!” 

Y/N stopped breathing as he continued to speak, tears building up in her water line. “I am yours! I have been yours for years, since the moment we met! I have never asked for anything in return but now I am. So please, please leave me. Do not hurt me even more.” She had only seen Loki cry once before, when his mother had passed away. But his silent sobs all those years ago were nothing compared to this.

The blue of his irises stood out against the bloodshot red of his eyes, shining in the low light of the room. His body trembled with sobs as he desperately begged her to listen to him. She couldn’t move, both terrified of how hurt her best friend was and what he was admitting to her.

“If you have any kind of love for me, leave.” He pleaded. Long arms curled around his lanky torso as a sort of comfort, his gaze dropping to the floor.

His body sagged in relief when he heard the bedsprings creak as Y/N lifted herself from the mattress. Tears still rolled down his slim cheeks, wetting the old sleep shirt he had not taken off for days. A soft touch against his sharp jaw made him gasp, his eyes shooting up.

Y/N stood before him, her own cheeks wet with tears. “How can I leave knowing that the man I love with all my heart is in such pain?” 

Tentatively, she took a step forward, their bodies now pressed together in a way that they had only dreamed about before. And when Loki didn’t move away from her, Y/N allowed her other hand to cup his other cheek, slipping away his tears with her thumb. “Loki, you are my light, my life, the air I breathe. I have wanted to love you for years yet was too scared to tell you and for that, I am sorry.”

His cold palms held her wide hips, squeezing gently, like he was making sure this wasn’t all some cruel dream his mind conjured up. “I never wanted to hurt you but I have. I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

“Don’t see Lincoln again.” He whispered, lowering his face to her own, blue eyes fixed on her lips.

“I’ll find a new place to live.” Her voice was a mere murmur, breathy and sultry.

“Tell me you love me.” The tips of their noses brushed together.

“I love you more than anything.” Their lips were almost touching.

“Kiss me.”

As their lips finally met in a long overdue kiss, the shattered pieces of their hearts sewed themselves together, tangling in each other. The torn edges smoothed over with true and unconditional love, glued with care, never to be broken again.

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🐍--💖💜💙>>>Loki (1)

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Imagine finally coming out to Loki only for him to surprise you when you wake up.

You're not sure how this conversation started. One minute, you were talking about your favorite show. Next thing you know, you were talking about sexual orientation and building up the courage to finally tell Loki yours. It's not that you didn't trust him, you just weren't sure how he would react. You had friends that didn't look at you the same after you told them you were Bi. So to say you were nervous was an understatement. Even if he was your boyfriend, you weren't sure how he was going to react to it.

"Darling?" Loki asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him, confusion present in your eyes. "You were telling me something important." Loki reminded you as he sat up straight against the bed frame. He knew he could just read your mind and find out why you shut down for a minute, but he trusted you. He knew that when you were ready, you'd tell him.

"I just.... I don't think it's that important but I already brought it up, so" you nervously stammered, sitting up against the bed frame as well. "I uh... I'm not sure how to say this, but um..." you looked ar ok und the room, trying desperately not to look at him for too long. You took a deep breath, releasing any tension you had and mentally comforting yourself. "I'm Bi." you finally whispered, looking at your hands on the mattress. You felt Loki shift, still refusing to look at him. He brought his hand up to your chin and and made you look at him. He gave you the brightest smile, admiration written all over his features. "You were nervous to tell me you're bisexual?" He asked, still smiling at you lovingly. You gave him a small smile, "I just didn't know how you would react." Loki chuckled, "Darling, I myself am bisexual. I feel proud of you and honoured you chose to tell me." He wrapped his arms around you and you melted into his embrace. Slowly, he moved you both to lay down, still holding on to you. "I love you, Loki." You whispered as you were drifting into peaceful sleep. You didn't hear his response, already in deep sleep.

"Love," you heard a voice whisper. You moaned in return as you tried to open your eyes, failing miserably. "Goodmorning my love," the voice whispered. It was Loki. Something felt strange, however. The voice you heard was soft and higher in pitch. Your eyes flew open and you looked up to the person holding you. You into feminine features that looked familiar, yet distinct. "Surprise," she sang, giving you a similar smile to the one she gave you last night. "Loki," you smiled, feeling yourself fall more in love with the person in your arms. "Did I forget to mention I am gender fluid?" she asked rhetorically. You pulled her into a soft, passionate kiss, surprising her slightly. Pulling away, you looked deeply into her gorgeous green eyes. You loved Loki, no matter what gender they chose to be.

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[schlattsdoll]

How would hugging Loki be like :0 (hc)

loki laufeyson

loki is touch starved, once he trusts you and knows he’s not annoying to you, that’s all he wants to do is hug you

everytime he sees you he opens his arms wide and holds you tightly, like you’ll never see each other again. even if you’ve only been gone a short while. “i’ve missed you my love.”

he loves to come up from behind you and give you surprise hugs. you could be standing in the kitchen of the compound talking to thor when his brother comes up from behind you, pulling you close to him and kissing your neck sweetly

he cannot fall asleep without holding you close to him, even if it’s swelteringly hot outside, your frost giant of a boyfriend needs to be held.

if he ever feels down, a hug from his favorite person (you) cheers him right up.

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The Testing Kind

Part 3

Author's Note: This is Part 3 with Part 4 being posted today as well!  It was too large a file for one post... so enjoy that! Thanks for the patience everyone... this  was a doozy!

Pairing: Loki and Plus Size Female Reader

Warnings:  Implied Violence... Fluff for days.

Summary: Loki is going to prove himself deserving of you and your date night is his first opportunity to do so! What happens when you get into a spot of trouble and your favorite god is nearby?

Saturday's were usually quiet. You liked them that way. Long walks in the park, lounging in your library, couch naps, all favorite pastimes for lazy Saturday afternoons. Having spent your morning at the book shop, trying not to think about Loki, you picked up a book of poetry.  At lunch, ordering a sandwich, you couldn't help noticing the server's eyes, blue but not as bright as Loki's. 

When you stretched out on your couch, napping your top priority, your mind wandered back to Loki and your unplanned dinner date. The feel of his hands on your body, those soft lips and oh god, just thinking about it made your panties wet.  Closing your eyes, deep breathing to relax yourself, your willful brain kept returning to the man who had held you so close. Sweet dreams of swaying hips and hungry kisses lulled you to sleep.  

Your post lunch siesta was languid and long, rejuvenating you.  And waking with a stretch, you reach for your phone, finding a single, unopened message from "You Know Who".

"Did you get my note?"

The text was seconds old, as if it'd sent the moment your eyes had fluttered open. Pushing off the soft sofa, excited by the surprise, you slip on shoes, ready to rush down to the mailbox. You didn't make it that far.

On your hall floor, inches from the door, was a heavy cream envelope. Inside there was a single card. In golden ink on emerald paper, written in a man's bold style was the message, "Knock, knock..."

Reading his card makes time stand still. After your impromptu dinner date and tongue tasting last night, you knew Loki was interested in more. He had asked about taking you out tonight, but this... this was some romance novel level skill.

Knowing that he was now waiting outside your door had stolen your breathe. Knocking against your ribs, your yearning heart raced, suddenly aware of your yoga pants and baggy tee. Wishing you could throw on a pretty dress or at least some mascara, you fluffed your short hair in the hallway mirror, pinched your cheeks to redden them just a touch and licked your lips. "Whoa... steady girl." 

Excitement made opening all five of your door locks a challenge. Your nervous hands kept slipping. And you swore at the stopper, wedged so carefully under your jamb, that you had to bend over to free the thing. You just knew your skin was crimson from anticipation but you pulled open the door anyway.

The hall was empty. Well, empty of people. Empty of Loki. And just as your heart was sinking you notice the golden box with its green card tucked under the ribbon, resting at your door.

"Take me inside and open me..."

Looking up and down your hall for any sign of the trickster, finding none, you do as the note commands and heft the large gift through your doorway. Lifting the lid you find another card, iridescent ink in Loki's scrawl provide you with these directions:

"Darling, Don't think me too forward. It's my understanding that you'll find everything you need for our date this evening in this box... If you care to join me, I'll be the devastatingly handsome man in the car downstairs. I can't wait to see you. - You know who"

"Holy shit." 

Who does this type of thing? Tom Hanks in a Nora Ephron movie, maybe? But you're no Meg Ryan. Not even close. And never in a million years could you have imagined this sort of treatment. You're being courted like a Julia Roberts' character. It's unfamiliar but also alluring as hell.

You tear through the paper, like a kid at Christmas, digging until you find the dress.  Short but appropriate. Figure flattering, you think, as you lift the garment from its package. Gold, which seems to be a theme, sparkling but not heavy, this dress is top quality and clearly costly. 

Underneath more tissue lay a pair of shoes. Strappy, with a thick heel that feels sturdy, but still classy cool. Loki had nailed your style and somehow managed to elevate it as well. In a green velvet bag, nestled in the corner of your gift, you find a pair of hoop earrings the exact shade of gold your dress gave off, emerald stones studding the circlets. 

"He thought of everything..." and you giggled out loud at the insanity of all this. You were amazed at the details Loki captured, outfitting you from top to bottom, in clothes that were not from the outlet store. Just when you thought you'd unwrapped everything from your Mischief maker, another layer of paper parted.

Moaning softly, your core tightened reflectively as you reveal a pair of green lace panties, edged in black ribbon. The accompanying bra, corresponding in color and material, was a piece of wearable art. Loki would know what your underwear looked like.  He had selected them for you, after all. It made you blush again, heat rising in your face.

Looking at the outfit Loki sent, you shook your head.  All of his effort, which some might read as self serving, you actually found endearing.  There was intention behind all of Loki's moves, he had admitted as much during one of your conversations, and to you it seemed like winning you over was his end game.

Biting on your lip, smiling at your expensive, over the top present, you headed for the bathroom.  You had a date to get ready for.

---

He was nervous.  Why should he be?  The gift had been delivered, as he requested.  The car was waiting, directions to your destination locked and loaded.  Now, all Loki needed was you.

Pacing the sidewalk, Loki stalls as you push through the apartment door.  He knew the dress would look good on you but he wasn't prepared for how good it would look.  Mouth dry, words failing him, Loki can only offer you a boyish grin.  

"Good evening!"  You're effervescent and sparkling, Loki is caught in the glow of you, a moth to your flame.  Leaning into him, you plant a little kiss on his cheek, "Well? What do you think?" Twirling, eager for his approval, you strut and spin, showing off.

Shaking his head, clearing the stupor of seeing you all shined up, "What do I think?  I think you need to get into the car." His hands circle your waist, pulling you tight enough to feel Loki's beating heart.

"What?"

"You look good enough to eat, my darling.  If you don't get in now, I'm afraid I'm going to take you, right here on this filthy sidewalk."  

"Oooo… I see.  Well, don't threaten me with a good time, sailor."  Throwing a mock salute, you tease Loki, shamelessly.

Whispering into your ear, fingers digging into the swell of your hip, "It's no threat.  It's a promise. Tonight, you're mine!"

Chuckling sweetly, batting your eyelashes his way, "And here I thought you just wanted to buy me dinner."

"Breakfast.  I'm holding out for breakfast, dear."

Turning to face him, one foot in the car, you counter tartly, "Let's see if you can stay up that late, Odinson."

"Oh, I can do this all night."

---

Dinner is not what you expected.

Opting out of fancy, formal dining rooms or tiny, bustling bistros, Loki surprises you by pulling up at a row of food trucks.  People mill around, their laughter mingling with the shouts of stall workers. Playful children and music from the band performing live vie for attention from the adults present.  

It's unexpectedly lovely.  A pop up festival, bringing neighbors together for a night of food and fun. Your favorite little park, lit up with twinkle lights and vintage light posts, reflected in the shimmering river.

"I hope this is alright."

Swallowing swiftly, "Loki!  It's amazing!"

Beaming, he grabs your hand.  "What shall we have first?"

"Is that a taco truck?"  You wiggle your eyebrows excitedly, making Loki grin.

Nodding knowingly, he steers you toward the long line of tacos lovers, "Let's go, then."

As you wait, making small talk about your day, listening to Loki describe dealing with the Avengers, you have a minute to look him over.

Black trousers, finely pressed, accentuate his long legs.  They match his well fitted jacket, snug over the bright white shirt he's wearing.  Loki doesn't wear a tie, and somehow that's the sexiest thing about this outfit. The unbuttoned collar, loose and relaxed, shows just the telltale signs of chest hair, raven's wing black like his long locks.

"Darling, you're um… staring."

"Oh!  I… It couldn't be helped."  Sputtering, you blush at getting caught ogling your date.

"See something you like, little dove?"  Something in his cinnamon steel tone makes your body react.  There's lots that you like about Loki, his lethal good looks, the sexy sound of his voice, those strong, handsome hands.  But what you like best is his ability to spar with you, intellectually. And that's also why you answer him, "Eh… I haven't decided yet."

Faking shock, "Still not convinced?"

Elbowing him, "Like I'd tell you that."

"That really hurts, dearest.  I am wounded. Bleeding."

Your wine tinted laugh gives him goosebumps, "You'll live."

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Tacos ordered and eaten, beers consumed.  Walking and talking, Loki tells you about Thor and their childhood together.  You spill about your family, your work, and your wants. When you're with Loki it feels so natural, as if you had always been together, as if you always would be.  His hand grabs yours, twining fingers, connecting you to each other. It's not enough for him. Anxious to hold you closer, Loki directs you towards the band and makeshift dance floor in front of the stage.

"Let's dance"  Those blue eyes twinkle at the prospect.

"Loki, I'm a terrible dancer." An easy and truthful excuse, if not the whole story. Reluctance made your feet heavy.

Grinning widely, "Lucky for you, I'm not." Loki, eager to have his arms around you, feel your body close to his, was radiating excitement.

Gripping your hand in his, Loki, more than urgently coaxing, leads you towards the musicians and the couples already moving to the music. Stalling, your tentative steps slow, a gap as your clasped hands stretch apart. "Loki... I don't know about this." 

Your free hand fidgets, tugging at the golden hem of your dress, trying to hide more of your body than material would allow. Anxiety curled in your belly poisoning your brain. Your muscles stiffening in dread.

Blissfully unaware, "I brought you here to show you off. You see, I want everyone... everything, to know you're my girl!"

But how could you tell him that, as sweet as his sentiments were, you still felt as though you took up too much room? How you couldn't shake the sense that all the people here were waiting to see you stumble, eager to laugh, to poke fun at the flailing, falling fat girl? "Loki... please..."

It was whiny. It was pleading, in either case, making yourself the center of attention made you feel weak, fragile, vulnerable. Tightening against your arm, Loki was practically forcing you into the throng of swirling bodies.  Bracing your legs hard, pulling against his hold, "Loki... No, ok?"

Unfazed, jerking against your wrist, "Darling, I promise, it'll be fun! Come on!..."

"No!"

You hadn't meant to shout it. Nearby, snapping heads focused on the pair of you, scandalized and shocked. Shrugging free from your date's grip, turning away from Loki, you brusquely made your way through the crowd, filling eyes on a distant spot to collect yourself.

"Darling! Wait!" Loki's voice, calling to you over the din of merrymaking, sounds surprised.

Spinning your head towards his, your attention diverted for only a second, your shoe catches on the sidewalk. To keep from crashing into the ground, arms flailing, you turn too quickly and rush into a wide wall of a man. Colliding at full speed, you feel his beer splash onto the ground, amber liquid washing over your feet. 

"The fuck?! Look where you're going, you stupid bitch!"

"What?! I'm sorry... what?" Stunning, that's what his vulgar comments were, disorienting and rude. Radiating drunken anger, now directly focused on you, he moved closer.

Naturally, you took a small step backwards, but this man was out with his friends.  Guys who were just as large, just as crude, taunting you with hurtful words. Blocking any retreat you might have made, the lined up loosely behind you. Bubbling panic, revulsion and shame rose in you, each more bitter tasting than the last.

You couldn't even vocalize a cry for help.  The abrupt change in energy paralyzed you. Luckily, your date wasn't too far away. "Excuse me? Perhaps I can assist here?"

Loki, stepping smartly through the divide of dudes, cut into the conversation, casually commanding everyone's attention. Without looking directly at you, Loki put himself between you and the threat, creating a physical shield with his body. Stepping up to Loki's brogues, the loudmouth countered, "Oh yea? The fuck are you gonna do, you skinny ass punk?"

"So, so many things... but for the sake of my lady, I'm going to offer you a fresh drink and let bygones be bygones. What do you say?" Flashing the grin that hid all of his feelings, Loki seethed inwardly, yet calmly offered the offending oaf his hand.

"I say, fuck you and your clumsy bitch!" Punctuating this curse with a rude hand gesture, the thug pushed against Loki, attempting to assert dominance.  Chin raised in defiance, ham handed fists curled at his sides, the man was itching for a fight. Drawing to your side, his arm circling your waist, Loki could feel your fear rising. While his own ire climbed, thundering through his body, Loki remained outwardly stoic.

"Oh no. Please. I beg you. Reconsider." You'd never heard Loki's voice like this before. Arid but still acidic, dripping with icy poison, his words burned with cold fury.

You just wanted to leave.  Fighting and violence isn't high on your list of favorite past times.  And you know that while Loki can hold his own, you hate the idea that he might have to… on your date, no less.  "Loki... come on. Let's go." Tugging on his suit sleeve, you tried to redirect him. "I'm fine. Really." But you weren't and Loki knew that, too.

"Best listen to that fat whore."

A joyless laugh left Loki as he shook his head, shrugging, looking at you. "I tried."

There was a blur, movements too fast to track, as Loki brushed you away from the action. You heard a cracking pop as skin met bone, next a mewling whimper, then the sound of bulk hitting the concrete. Your eyes had been open the whole time and still you wouldn't believe what you were seeing. It was over in seconds, ending with Loki, shaking in rage, standing over the knocked out form of your insulter. 

Straightening himself, chest heaving, Loki ran his trembling hands through his hair in an effort to settle himself. Coming back into his right mind, Loki looking to the friends of the defeated foe, "Take this mannerless... buffoon away from here."  They wasted no time complying.

Casting his eyes on you, Loki saw the doe eyed distress in your expression.  Part fear, part excitement, he wasn't sure which side you were leaning towards.  He wanted to protect you, tuck you to his side, and keep you there safely. But you stood stock still, a hand over the surprised "o" of your mouth.  Maybe if you shouted at him, Loki would feel better. But he was completely undone by the softness of your voice. Your unnerving whisper, "Loki! Oh my god..."

In shock, struggling to process everything that had preceded your rescue by fists, you were gaping at Loki, eyes wide.  He reached for you, hand outstretched, "Darling...?"

In that word Loki tried to say so much.  "I'm sorry. Don't be frightened… don't go.  Not now, when you've seen my striped down, barest instinct at work."  But what you heard in his endearment, Loki had no way to know. 

Didn't you understand that Loki hadn't planned on knocking this... ass out. Your date was supposed to end with drunken giggles and hot kisses, not silence and sulking. Loki hadn't planned on a lot of things the night had thrown his way, your reluctance to dance with him, the sexy way you'd held your ground, the way your hips swayed as you left him behind.  No, he hadn't planned on wanting you even more. When that goon narrowed his eyes, seeing you an easy mark, Loki was surprised at just how mad it made him. You were his, damn it, and there was no way in Hel he was going to let anything happen to you.  

That's why watching you walk away from him for the second time this evening, well, that hurt worse than his swelling knuckles.

--- What, exactly, were you supposed to do now?

Adrenaline from witnessing Loki lay out that piece of human garbage pulsed through you, making your head swim and your skin tingle. Intense. That was the only word for the last, what was it? Twenty minutes? 

In that time so much has happened. You had gone from carefree and flirting to dragged on the dance floor then being rescued like a Disney princess.  What a night! Willing your body to inhale and exhale, shaking your hands to clear the excess energy you held, you began walking towards the water.

Luckily, the festival was uninterrupted. You could still hear the sound of laughter and music, fainter now, as you moved further away. This park, you knew it well by day, having spent many a Saturday morning strolling around it, tea in hand. At night it was no less lovely, with long shadows and vintage lamp posts lighting the winding paths, leading you quietly to the bank.

At the river's rail, a good distance from the night's festivities, you hooked one heeled foot over the lowest rung and leaned towards the rushing water. Resting your elbows on the aging metal, cool in the evening air, you admonished yourself for freaking out back there.  But it was justified, right? 

And Loki, he had to realize that you weren’t a subject of Asgard.  You weren’t someone he could order around.  There would be no forcing you to do his bidding, even if that bidding was swaying to a samba beat.  Your mind was torn between regret and anger. How hard would it have been to dance with him? You chastised yourself. If you had pushed yourself, stepped out of your comfort zone and into a step touch, then you would never know the sound of that disgusting man's voice.  Or the rude names he'd called you.

But then... Loki wouldn't have rescued you either. He had laid out that enormous piece of shit with one swing. As terrifying as it was to witness, no one had ever come to your defense like that before.  And, if you were honest, he looked amazing doing it.

Loki would think you were ungrateful, your mind said. That his stepping in to help you was what drove you away. In reality, your own insecurity had forced you to flee. How could Loki want a woman who got herself into situations that required his violent interventions? A person who couldn't even thank him for his help? A person, in his eyes, ashamed to be seen with him?

"There you are."

You shifted towards his voice, inky dark like the water in front you, as Loki braced his long back against the protective bars. Resisting the urge to fold you to him, be reassured that your feelings towards him hadn't vanished, Loki maintained a calculated distance. "First, please, tell me that you're alright?"

Loki saw your head bob, watching carefully as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes refusing to swing his way. With an anguished whisper, "Can you no longer bear to look at me, little dove? Am I that monstrous, now?"

Hearing Loki's broken vibrato, the pained tremor in his tone, had you facing him in a second. "Monstrous? No... you're no monster, Loki."

"But... you ran?"

Nodding again, your eyes rising to his, shiny with unshed thoughts, "Yup."

"Look… that guy…"

Pushing away from the rough rail, rounding on Loki, "He was an asshole.  One of a thousand I've dealt with in my life. They all say the same things, fat bitch, stupid slut, blah, blah, blah."

"So… I was right to…"

"Punch him?  Yes! Of course… although, I wish you hadn't.  I mean. I wish you hadn't needed to." Dropping her hands to her side, sighing, she turned focus back to the river.

"So, what? Is it my fault then?  You bump into the biggest… idiot here and I'm to blame?"

"Oh, he's not the biggest idiot here."

"I beg your pardon?  Are you saying…?"

Voice going slightly shrill, "Yea.  I am. You're the big dummy, you big dummy!"  Toe to toe with Loki, head raised in righteousness fury, "You can't just make me do whatever you want, ya know?  I… I don't like to dance. Not in front of people anyway. And…"

In that moment Loki realized two truths.  First, you were a fiery fighter, laying into him in a way no one had for ages.  It made him smile. Second, "You're right. I am an idiot." 

His about face took the wind out of her sails.  She softened her shoulders a touch. Scanning Loki's face for falsehood, finding none, "Well, as long as you know that."

Silence spread between you.  Not uncomfortable but not quite your easy vibe.  Breaking the gentle din, "You're not... afraid of me, right?"

With a sigh, you thoughtfully answered, "Me? No... no. I'm not... but those guys? Yea, I'd say they're terrified."

It was a stupid joke, small even, but it helped break the tension of tonight. A smile, gentle and sweet grew across Loki's face. Exhaling a breath he didn't recall holding, opening his arms, "Come here....please?" 

You resisted, just a moment's hesitation, as you weren't keen on giving in so easily. But he sounded so pleased with your answer, content. Loki slid closer, his hip bumping into yours, the drifting breeze carrying the scent of his cologne, and you couldn't help but surrender.

You let Loki draw you into his chest, the point of his chin resting on the crown of your head, comforting you both. "I... I wanted to show you off, you see. I thought it would be... well, fun. Considering that you might not want to dance? Or be the center of everyone's attention? It... well, it didn't even cross my mind."

"I... I'm just very self conscious, Loki." Stepping out of the comforting circle of Loki's body, facing him fully, "I spend so much of my life trying to make myself smaller... not be seen, not take up too much space, ya know? And tonight the least I could do... was dance with you." Ending with a breathless whisper, Loki's impossibly sharp features so near your own, you noticed the battling feelings of self loathing for his misstep and wolfish desire shining from those bottomless blue depths. 

Your raw honesty was on stunning display as you gave voice to the real fear that Loki's assertive actions had caused. "If I hadn't been so... unreasonable, if I had listened better, you wouldn't have wanted to run. That... poor excuse for a man would have never laid eyes on you! It's all my fault."

"No, it's mine, Loki."

Shaking his head in regret, "Hardly, darling."

"Loki. I shouldn't have bolted like a frightened horse. I could have explained to you. I could have just danced with you..."

"Maybe, but I shouldn't have dragged you out there..."

"True, you probably shouldn't have. But you were so excited. And... I... I let you down."

"Let me down? Not possible. You are..." Sighing, Loki pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, "you are more than a man like me deserves."

Your rich red laugh bubbling out of you, "Oh? Maybe I'm exactly what a mischievous man like you deserves. But I should've watched where I was going..." Your little hands were smoothing over the lapels of Loki's jacket as you slid closer to his tall frame.

Head falling forward, dark hair tumbling in a raven curtain, "I should've punched him sooner."

Pulling back from him just a bit, "Yea... why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to make a scene... a bigger one, anyway."

Resting your cheek over the center of his chest, murmuring, "Well, thank you. I'm glad you did it. It was heroic... and... also... kinda sexy."

"Kind of sexy, huh?" Lifting your chin, blazing blue eyes finding yours, Loki smirked.

"Yea... I never had anyone care enough to... ya know, protect me like that."

Tightening his hold on you, "Truthfully, he's lucky. I wanted to kill him. Those words, they are not remotely true, you know that, right?"

Gulping hard, a lump of emotion stuck in your throat, "Uh huh... I... Like I said, I'm glad you punched him. He deserved it."

Loki squeezed you hard, savoring the feel of you in his arms, relaxing into the scent of you. "I feel like I got this whole night wrong. Is... is there anyway I can make it up to you? Anything I can do to... you know, fix this?" Desperate and wanting, Loki was practically pleading for absolution, a corrective course of action.

"Walk me home?"

Why wait?  Read the next chapter here:  The Testing King Part 4

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