#loki / god of mischief

[vbecker10]

The Night Nurse (Part 2)

Part 1 / Part 3 (in progress... I think this is doing to be 4 parts lol I love this request so much, I'm sorry it has taken on a life of its own @glitterylokislut)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You are the newly appointed night nurse for SHIELD and you couldn't be less excited about it. You have been given the side task of finding out who is stealing supplies from the infirmary. Soon after you start, you learn Loki is the one who has been slipping in at night to patch up his wounds and you confront him about why he can't heal as quickly as Thor. He reveals a dangerous secret he is keeping from the team and you worry increasingly for his safety as the two of you become closer over the next few weeks.

Warning: You asked for angst so I shall give you angst lol but also... some mentions of blood, minor injuries needing stitches, Loki generally feeling alone and isolated, arguing between you and Loki, very brief mentions of Loki's torture, Loki being an ass in the beginning, swearing, a pretty major injury towards the end but no one dies... a romantic ending was requested so of course there will be fluff and cuteness and whatnot

"There is something wrong with my magic," he tells you and your heart sinks. "It has been fading since I was taken by the Mind Stone."

"Wait... I thought they severed ties between you and the Mind Stone," you say in disbelief. "That was almost six months ago."

"They released me from the hold it had over me, yes," he says. He shifts uncomfortably on the exam table and you roll the stool you are sitting on closer to him.

You take his hand and he looks at you, "But its still affecting you?"

"I'm unsure how to describe it," he admits and you sit quietly, waiting for him to gather his thoughts. "Sometimes it feels as if the stone took a part of me when they removed it. Sometimes it feels like there may be a small piece of it that they somehow left behind," he pauses noticing the concered look on your face. "The majority of the time, thankfully, I feel completely myself."

You squeeze his hand, "I'm sorry Loki, this must be a horrible thing to deal with alone." He shrugs but you can almost see the weight on his shoulders. "You should to talk to someone. You can't keep all of this to yourself, it's too much."

"Can I talk to you?" he asks hopefully.

You smile, "Of course."

"And you cannot discuss what I tell you?" he checks again.

"Anything we talk about will stay between us," you promise him. "That's what friends do, right?" Wait, are we friends now? you think.

"Thank you," he nods with a smile then adds, "Would it be okay if we didn't talk about this any more tonight though?"

"Sure," you answer, afraid to push him further. You get up and roll the stool back to where it belongs. I'm glad he finally started talking to me, he really is dealing with so much, you think. He's going to get hurt if he keeps doing this, though. He needs to tell Thor or-

"I have told you, I cannot talk to Thor about this," he says suddenly as he gets up from the table.

"I didn't say-" you pause and turn to face him. "Did you seriously read my mind again?"

"Your thoughts are very loud," he replies as if that's an excuse.

"I don't even know what that means, but you can't keep doing that. It makes me feel like I can't trust you," you tell him crossing your arms. "And you should talk to someone, you could-"

"I had hoped to continue talking to you," he cuts you off, "But clearly that was a mistake."

"No, it wasn't a mistake," you follow him out of the room. "Loki, stop," you try to get his attention but he keeps walking away from you. "Listen to me, I'm worried about you getting hurt or worse. You can't keep going out into the field or even training with Thor if we don't find-"

"There is no 'we'!" he turns to face you quickly and you come to an abrupt stop. "It is my magic that is breaking, that is fading away and I need to figure it out on my own."

"Why?" you ask, becoming angry with him for his dramatic attitude shift. "Why can't I even try to help?"

"You are not even a full healer," he says in a harsh tone and you know he is referring to you being a nurse instead of a doctor. "You know nothing of my magic or of me. How could you possibly think you would be able to help?" he asks but he leaves you no space to respond. "And you do not need to concern yourself with my safety any longer."

"Wait, please," you reach for his arm but he vanishes before you are able to touch him.

The next night you sit cross legged on the floor trying to count packets of cotton balls as you take them from one box and put them in another. You pause, suddenly feeling as if someone is in the room with you.

"Y/N," Loki says in a quiet voice and you knock over one of the almost full boxes. You turn quickly to see Loki standing behind you.

You sigh and begin reaching for the packets, "If you need medical attention I will be with you in a minute. If you are here to yell at me again or tell me I'm useless, I'm busy. I don't have the energy to fight with you today."

"What if I am here to apologize?" he asks.

You look up at him and he tries to smile but you shake your head. "You can't keep being a dick and then acting like you're sorry. Maybe that's how it works on Asgard cause you're a prince but you don't get to treat me like crap and expect me to forgive you."

"I know," he says. He sits on the floor next to you, much to your surprise and begins to hand you the packages you can't reach. "I am truly sorry for last night, you did not deserve that. I know I can be a... a dick, was it?," he asks, trying to hold eye contact with you.

You nod and try not to let how upset he looks affect you.

"Hmm, I think that's the first time I've ever been called that," he says as if he is honestly thinking about it.

"To your face maybe," you shrug and he chuckles.

"That is probably accurate," he agrees but you don't respond. He nods, looking down at the floor as he becomes more serious. "Y/N, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you, I promise I will not do it again. I know you are only trying to help me and I greatly appreciate your concern although I am aware that I do not deserve it, especially not now."

You look down as well, fidgeting with the cotton ball packet in your hand. I want to forgive him but how can I be sure this isn't just his pattern? Is he going to continue to snap at me for no reason then apologize after? I want to help him and I'm so worried about him but I can't deal with that, you think.

"I understand if you don't wish to speak with me any longer," he says and you aren't sure if he read your mind or not. "But you were right. I do need someone and to be honest, I think I could benefit greatly from someone who tells me when I'm being a dick." He pauses then smile a bit, "That is such a dull insult don't you think?"

You can't help but laugh, "I wasn't really worried about being creative. It was more about getting my point across."

"It was a point well made," he agrees.

"If it helps," you say and he looks up at you hopefully. "I promise to call you something way harsher if you ever yell me again."

"I swear," he takes your hand, "I will not do that again." You nod at his words, allowing yourself to believe him.

He shakes his head, "It was not you I was upset with yesterday, I am upset with myself. Truthfully, I'm worried that I am not smart enough to figure any of this out and no one here understands magic. I'm afraid my magic will continue to fade or become more unstable over time and then I will be... I don't know who I will be without it."

"You'll still be annoying," you say without thinking and immediately regret it. He sighs and moves to get up from the floor but you reach for his arm, pulling him gently back down. "I'm sorry, my mouth is faster then my brain sometimes," you apologize. "I didn't mean that."

"You did," he says. "And it is okay. You are not the first person to find me difficult to deal with."

"You're not completely awful," you tell him with a smile. "And that's as much of a compliment as you're gonna get today."

"Well thank you," he laughs. "I'll take it."

"Good," you respond then stand up and he stands with you, "Cause I've got a lot of work to do and feeding your ego isn't on the list." You pick up your tablet and quickly log in the count on the cotton ball packets before you can forget how many there are.

"Are you really counting everything in here?" he asks looking into the open supply cabinet.

"Yep," you turn to him and put your hands on your hips. "Because someone was stealing supplies, remember?"

"Ah, right," he nods and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "I am sorry about that."

"It's okay," you shrug. "At least I'll get to read when I'm done... so long as you don't hurt yourself in the meantime."

"I think I can manage that," Loki says. After a moment of watching you slowly gather all of the gauze onto a nearby table he asks, "Would you like some help?"

You look at him shocked, "Really? It's pretty boring."

"It's the least I could do seeing as how this is my fault," he reminds you and you decide to take him up on his offer.

The following night, you set your coffee on your desk and begin your paperwork. About twenty minutes later, you are almost finished and Loki knocks on your office door.

"Hello Y/N," he says with a smile and you can't help but feel excited to see him. "Before you ask, I am pleased to report I am all in one piece."

You laugh, "That's good to hear Loki. So what brings you to my super exciting corner of the Tower?"

"These," he conjures a small bouquet of flowers and your mouth falls open in shock.

"They are beautiful," you tell him as you get up slowly and he walks towards you.

"I hoped you would like them," he smiles nervously.

"I love them," you take them from him, smelling the brightly colored petals.

This is why he asked me what my favorite flowers are? This is insane, the first man who has ever surprised me flowers is a literal prince, you think. A really hot prince. Oh my god stop thinking that he's hot, he's literally right here, he can probably hear you, you look up from the flowers to Loki and he chuckles.

"Did you read my mind again?" you ask him, your smile fading quickly at the invasion of your privacy.

"I'm sorry," his smile drops and he takes a step backwards. "I honestly do not mean to. I've told you, you think loudly."

"You keep saying that but I have no idea what that means," you say, the confusion evident in your tone. "Its not like I'm screaming my thoughts."

"That's not what I mean... I typically need to focus to hear what someone is thinking and even then it is not always coherent or a complete thought. Since the Mind Stone, however, I have had less control over my telekinesis much like my other magic. It comes suddenly, a person's thoughts will simply appear fully formed in my mind, as clearly as you are speaking now," he says. "This happens more often with you than anyone else in the Tower for some reason. Sometimes, I don't even realize you didn't say it out loud until you are upset with me."

"Oh..." you pause, having not expected him to be doing it by accident. "I guess just... try to stop doing it or I'll have to think of some more really annoying songs."

"Please don't," he chuckles. "It took me three days to get the chewing gum song out my head."

You laugh, "That's what you get for being in my brain."

"It is a very strange place," he jokes.

"You have no idea, so stay out," you smile and open one of the storage closets try to find a vase for the flowers.

"I will do my best," he promises as he conjures a crystal vase on your desk. You set the flowers in the vase and add a bit of water then Loki asks, "Would you like help with inventory tonight?"

"I need to finish this paperwork first but that would be really great actually," you answer and pull out your chair again. He sits down across from you with a smile. "Last night was a lot of fun," you tell him. "I was really hoping you were going to come back tonight so we could talk more."

"I can come every night if to would like," he offers.

"I would love that," you answer then look down at your tablet quickly, hoping he didn't see you blush at his charming smile. I hate when he's cute, you think.

"No you don't," Loki says with a smirk.

"It has been ten seconds," you roll your eyes at him.

"Sorry," he mumbles and you shake your head then begin to hum. "Norns, the gum song again, really?"

"I told you this would happen," you laugh then continue to hum until you finish your paperwork.

Where is he? you think as you pace nervously back and forth in the infirmary. Loki had come every night this week, as promised but he is later than usual tonight. What is really concerning you is not so much his timing, it's the fact that he went on a mission today.

You had heard from the nurses who were ending their shift when you arrived that there had been a large explosion at the Hydra base Loki and the others were sent to. You need him to come so he can tell you he is okay and that you are worried for no reason but every second that passes makes you more and more anxious.

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[ladylovesloki]

The Fated Apple: Part Five

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Loki makes bad decisions when he’s afraid.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

“Help! Poison! She’s been poisoned! Illyrium! It was Illyrium!”, Loki shouts as soon as he walks you through the portal. He places you down and looks over to Eir.

She’s already in her cabinet full of antidotes.

“Where in the nine did someone get Illyrium?!”, Eir asks. Rushing over with a vial in hand.

“I have no idea, but I intend to find out.”

“Hold her head back for me Loki.”, Eir asks him. Forgoing formalities.

He does as she asks and she pours the antidote down your throat. Eir steps back, takes a breath then uses her hands to activate the soul forge. Loki has seen many healers use the soul forge, especially the few times he has seen Odin fall into his Odinsleep. From what he could decipher, the antidote was working. Just very, very slowly. Loki hears the sound of swishing skirts and clicking shoes, he turns and see his mother followed closely by the Goddess Idunn and a few of their ladies.

“Loki?! What has happened?”, Frigga asks out of breath from running to the healers wing as quickly as she could.

Loki looks to Frigga, “she has been poisoned. I do not know by whom. I was revealing my true self to her mother and then she started to say she wasn’t feeling well. She stood, opened a window to get some fresh air, I sat her down and then after I dropped my illusion she…she collapsed and she…”

Loki’s eyes start welling up as he recounts the events of what happened to his mother. His throat closing from trying to hold back tears.

Frigga brings him in for a hug.

Loki tightens his hold on Frigga, “who would have done this? I don’t understand... This is all my fault.”

Frigga places her hands on his shoulders, “my son you cannot blame yourself. Whoever did this will pay for what they have done. And soon she will wake, eat Idunn’s apple and we will never have to worry something like this will ever happen again.”

Loki looks at her miserably, “what if she doesn’t wake?”

Idunn steps into Loki’s view, over Frigga’s shoulder. “She will wake Prince Loki. Have faith in the Norns.”

As soon as those words leave her mouth it looks at though your healing has paused. The purple veins once again spreading across your neck and face.

“What’s happening?”, Loki asks in a panic.

Eir approaches and this time a fellow healer holds your head back so she can pour more of the antidote down your throat. “It must be because she is mortal. I have never see a reaction like this.”

More footsteps are heard and then Jane, followed by Thor rush into the wing they are currently occupying. Eir had just finished giving you more of the antidote and was monitoring the soul forge. When Jane and Thor approached she took a step back so Jane could see you.

“Oh my god! Y/N!”, Jane runs to your side and takes your hand in hers. Something that Loki has wanted to do since he placed you down on that very bed. “What happened?!” Jane asks, clutching your small hand.

Loki, feeling like he should be the one to inform her responds, “she was poisoned. We do not know by who..”

“Poisoned?! But…I don’t understand. She was supposed to be at her class today with Ana!”

Loki nods, “there is no Ana Lady Jane.”

“What do you mean there is no Ana?”

Loki conjures his illusion of your friend, “I am Ana. Your sister came across myself when I conjured an illusion of Ana. I used that illusion to get to know her better...”

“So you’ve been lying to her?”

Loki, back in his usual form, looks down to the ground. “Yes, I deceived her but I was telling her the truth when all of this happened.” Lightning fast Loki straightens his back, “the maid..the one that brought us the tea. Find her. Immediately!”

The guards in immediately spring into action hearing the command in Loki’s voice.

Frigga takes Loki’s hands in his, “my son. Be calm. Even if the guards bring you this maid, she might not have even been aware the tea she served was poisoned.”

Loki closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he opens them and looks back to you lying in bed. Another look at the soul forge shows that the second dose of the antidote was working.

But for how long?

He takes a step to the other side of your bed, he reaches out to take your hand but Jane snaps at him.

“Don’t touch her!”

Loki glares at her, “whether you like it or not Ms. Foster, y/n is mine to care for.”

“I’m her sister.”

“And I am her fated! I am hers just as much as she is mine. You will not keep me from her. You have no right.”

“No right? You couldn’t stand her a few days ago! Now all of a sudden you claim her as yours?!”

“Please! This is not good for her.”, Idunn interjects. “The both of you care for her. The both of you want the same thing. The most important thing right now is helping her heal and finding out who did this to her in the first place.”

Loki takes another deep breath, “Goddess Idunn is right.”

He looks over to Jane, “I am sorry. It is true your sister and I’s relationship was….at best toleration. But after spending time with her and getting to know her as the beautiful person she is…I will not call it love yet but…I am…fond of her.”

He grabs your hand gently in his and a small laugh leaves his lips, “I suppose I owe you a thank you Jane. She told me…well, she told Ana…that you told her to give me a chance.”

Jane looked at Loki and nodded, “yea and look where it got her.”

“I know you are worried for your sister but casting blame on me will get us nowhere. Whoever did this had their own motives.”

“Yea, to hurt you!”

“According to you it is well known of my apparent dislike for y/n. If that is so true why would this hurt me? If anything, someone would believe they were doing me a favor if I truly hated her.”

Jane went quiet. She couldn’t argue with his logic.

She collects herself, “then why? Why her?”

Odin walks into the healers wing followed by about 10 guards and a very frightened maid. “Loki. The guards tell me there has been an incident. Your mortal has been poisoned?”

Loki nods, “yes father.” He then turns his attention to the young maid. “My lady, the tea you served the Lady y/n today, who brewed it?”

The maid is shaking like a leaf and tears are falling down her face, “I do not know my Prince I swear it! I was told by our mistress to deliver it to her. But I swear to you, it was already brewed and waiting for me to deliver it. I don’t know why someone would do this My Prince, the Lady y/n is very well liked amongst the staff.”

Loki listens very carefully to what the maid was saying. She was telling no lies. She knew nothing.

Loki slowly approached her and placed his hands on her shoulders just as his mother did to him to help calm him. “Be at ease my lady, I know you speak the truth.”

The maid visibly relaxes, “if there is anything I could do for the Lady, please do not hesitate to ask myself or any of the palace staff. As I said, she is very well liked in the palace.”

Loki nods and smiles kindly, “thank you for your kindness.” He then looks to the guards that escorted her in, “please escort the lady wherever she needs to go.”

The guards nod and the maid exits along with them.

Loki exhales, “now what?”

“Y/N got into an altercation with Alarian last night. Perhaps he has taken matters into his own hands.”, Frigga reminds Loki.

It hit him like a blow from Mjolnir.

Loki doesn’t say a word he just walks out of the room.

“Brother!?”, Thor tries to keep up with him. “Brother, wait! Where are you going?”

“To skin Alarian alive. I don’t know why it is occurring to me just now…He injured y/n last night at the feast. Who else would dare?!”, he moves around Thor to continue his hunt.

Thor moves in front of Loki and places his hand on his chest to stop him, “Loki, allow the guards to collect him. You should stay with y/n.”

All Loki saw was red, he should’ve killed Alarian the moment he heard he put his hands on you. But as much as he wants to be the one to drag Alarian to the dungeons he knew Thor was right. He needed to be there for you.

“Alright Thor. Send your men. Find him.”

Thor puts his forehead against Loki’s, “I will brother, you have my word.”

Thor moves away from Loki and signals for his men to follow him.

Loki turns around and walks back to your bed. He sits down on a chair one of the healers placed there for him and once again picked up your hand. He places a light kiss on your knuckles, just like he did last night, before everything went to shit. “Please wake up. I have so much to apologize for. So much to explain. I’ll spend the rest of my existence making it up to you. Just….wake up.”

Jane looks over at Loki.“You really do care about her..don’t you?”

He nods, “more than I care to admit.”

Jane nods and looks back at you, “then why did you lie to her?”

Loki looks down at the hand he’s holding and rubs his thumb back and forth over the top of it, “I truly did not mean to. When I wish to disappear for a little while I cast an illusion as someone else so I can still do what I wish uninterrupted. Your sister happened to come across me in that exact situation. She was so sweet and open. I selfishly didn’t want to lose that.”

Jane nods, “I understand that.”

“Do you think she will?”, Loki asks.

Jane takes a deep breath, “knowing my sister, she probably had an idea you were up to something anyway. I think she will be upset you lied to her but ultimately…I don’t think she’ll stay angry for long.”

Loki nods, “I hope you’re right. Either way. I have a lot to make up for.”

Jane smiles, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Loki looks back to your sleeping face and runs his hand through your hair, Frigga and Idunn approach quietly.

“She is improving. When she wakes she should consume the apple as soon as possible. It will quicken her healing.”, Idunn suggests.

“Only if she wishes to. I will not force her to make that choice. She might not want to after she…after she wakes and remembers my lie.”

Jane stands and walks over to Loki, putting her hand on his shoulder and the other on his hand that was covering yours. “Everything is going to be ok.”

Loki gives her a soft smile and turns back to you, focusing on your face.

****************************************************

Guards come rushing in, lead by Thor. “We cannot find him.”

Loki stands, “what?!”

“We went to his chambers, family, his known acquaintances. Nothing.”, Thor explains.

“Heimdall?”, Loki asks.

Thor shakes his head, “he cannot see him.”

Loki looks back at you, “well that confirms it then. He has to be the one responsible.”

Jane looks to the brothers with a concerned face,“But how do we find him, if Heimdall can’t see him, then…”

Loki squeezes your hand, “then I will. Lady Jane, if your sister wakes before I return please.”…he closes his eyes trying to hold the tears at bay, “tell her that I will see her soon. And I will explain everything when I return.”

Jane nods and sits back down to continue her vigil. The last few hours trying her nerves.

“Thor, with me.”, Loki takes one final look and then leaves the healers wing. He opens a portal straight to his chambers, Thor following closely behind.

“Brother, how do you intend to find Alarian?”

“By any means necessary.”, Loki walks into a room Thor had never seen before, let alone been in. It was Loki’s laboratory, something he kept hidden under an enchantment. It’s where he brewed all of his potions and poisons. He grabbed a few vials from one of his cabinets and walked up to his work bench and started combining them. With a flourish of his hand he also reproduced something Thor could not see. Whatever it was, Loki just sprinkled a bit of it into his mixture and it glowed a bright green. Loki closes his eyes and holds his hands over the shining light that was now billowing smoke.

Thor moves to stand next to Loki, watching every move he makes. “What did you pour into that?”

“A combination of things, a potion mother helped me brew for finding lost things..some of Alarian’s hair…”, Loki admits with a smile. Eyes still closed in concentration.

“What?! How in the nine did you get Alarian’s hair?!”

“Please Thor. I have something from each of Odin’s council just in case.”

“In case of what?!”

“A moment like this Thor, when someone inevitably decides to go against our family. Now hush. I need to concentrate.”

Loki’s eyes remain closed for another moment and then they snap open.

“I found him. The coward is hiding on Mulspelheim.”

“Muspelheim?! Why would he be there?!”

“He probably thinks I will not follow him there. My Jotun heritage doesn’t exactly react well to heat.”

“Then you will not be the one the claim him.”

“We must speak with father before we decide to do anything. And I will be the one to claim him Thor.”

“Brother. Think about y/n. You’re going to risk your life going to a realm that could very well kill you just from stepping foot on it. I will not allow you to put yourself in such danger.”

“You will not go without me. I will drag him to Asgard myself, even if my skin sears off in the process!”

“What are you trying to prove Loki? She can’t forgive you if you are dead!”

“Don’t be so dramatic Thor.”

“I’m not being dramatic! You are being selfish!”

“Selfish?! How am I being selfish?!”

“You do not think of those who you would leave behind Loki. You never do. You did not think what would happen to us when you let go. Do not do the same to y/n. Do not give her the gift of an eternal love just to rip it away because of your arrogance.”

Loki looks down and then looks up to Thor with a smile on his face, “well done brother, you have successfully made me feel guilty. Something has to be wrong with me. I have felt more guilt in the last two days than I have in my entire existence.”

Thor places his hand on his shoulder, “that’s what happens when you hurt the people you love.”

Loki places his hand over the one that Thor placed on his shoulder, “I’m sorry brother. For everything.”

“It’s alright brother. Let me do this for you. Let me bring you Lord Alarian. We’ll say it’s your wedding gift.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “alright Thor, alright. Let us speak with father about how we can do this without starting a war.”

****************************************************

Loki sends Thor to speak to Odin before he stops by the healing wing to see you. Eir stops him before he can enter your room.

“Prince Loki, I have had to administer the antidote 3 more times.”

Loki closes his eyes and takes a breath, “what can we do?”

“Finding Alarian might be her only chance. If I knew where this poison came from I might be able to brew a different antidote. Or…”

“Or?”

“Or…she consumes the apple.”

“We will not be doing that without her permission to do so.”

“I understand My Prince.”

“I am on my way to speak to my father. Continue with the antidote you have. I will be back with Alarian before the day is over.”

Loki turns to leave without even walking in the room to see you. He goes straight to the throne room where he knows Odin and Thor will be.

When he walks in Odin and Thor look to him, Thor with sad eyes and Odin with his usual hard stare.

“Father. Brother. Any news?”

“What of your lady Loki? How does she fare?”, Odin asks.

Loki halts in his surprise. Odin showing concern for anyone but his precious realm and heir?

Loki shakes his head, “not well I’m afraid. The antidote Eir is administering seems to be missing a key ingredient. She believes if she knows where it originated from she can acquire whatever is missing and brew a more potent antidote. For now all she can do is administer the same one.”

Thor walks over to Loki and pulls him into a hug, “Surtr has agreed to hand over Alarian. He awaits father and I at his palace.”

Loki removes himself from his brothers hold, “I’m going with you.”

Odin immediately rejects the idea, “Loki. Be reasonable. You cannot step foot on that realm.”

“I can and I will. I have already conjured cooling charms on myself and my armor. Nothing will stop me from going.”

Thor looks at Loki, “brother please. Remember what we spoke of earlier.”

“I will not stand by and watch you and father put your lives at risk for what is mine to protect. I won’t hear another word of it.”

Odin releases a breath, “very well. We leave immediately.”

****************************************************

Loki already feels the heat searing into his skin. The cooling charm he used to try and combat the sweltering temperature can only do so much. He takes a look around and it looks like everything he sees is deadly to him. He’s reminded of his brothers words about not coming to this realm. Maybe he should’ve listened and stayed with y/n…

“Loki. Are you alright?”. Thor asks concerned, he can see the discomfort on his brothers face.

Loki nods, “I’m fine. Let’s get to the palace and get this over with.”

Thor nods and continues walking forward. Odin leading his two sons and the large group of guards.

Once they reach the palace Loki is taken aback by the state of it. It was a large black monstrosity, the smoke rolling off of it like waves in an ocean. It was severely damaged and surrounded by wasteland. Loki now truly understood why Surtr never dared start a conflict with Asgard. Whatever small amount of his realm he had left would’ve been destroyed by Odin and his armies.

Loki has sweat pouring down his face, he tries to wipe it away with his magic but even small charms are trying for him right now. He can slowly feel himself getting weaker and weaker every step he took.

The massive black doors open when they reach them and Loki was hoping to be met with a cooler temperature once they got inside but such was not his luck. If anything it felt hotter. All of the black stone absorbing the heat, feeling as though the bottoms of his boots were beginning to melt.

“Odin Allfather. You arrived sooner than I anticipated.”, Surtr greets.

“King Surtr, thank you for your hospitality and your cooperation in this matter.”

“Of course Allfather. Do you wish to see the prisoner now?”

“We do. As soon as he is in our possession we will depart back to Asgard.”

Surtr nods, “is my home not treating you well Odin? Or is it to cater to your Jotun bastard.”

“I would take care of how you speak of my son Surtr, we came here under the impression this would go peacefully.”

Surtr holds his hands up, “Oh of course Allfather. And peace you shall have.”

The guards walk in with a beaten Alarian in their arms. He doesn’t look like he completely conscious from the way they are holding him up.

Odin looks back to his men and nods to Alarian’s broken body, “take him.”

Surtr holds up his hand, “before we move on to that…Odin I believe a proper thank you is in order for handing over the Asgardian betrayer.”

Odin squints his one eye, “you speak of a trade? If you wished for something in return then you should have asked for it before we came here.”

“How much is your fated’s life worth Prince Loki?”

Loki shows no emotion on his face, “we came here for Alarian, Surtr. Nothing else.”

“No?… Not even an antidote for your fated love?…

Loki’s heart stopped.

“You? He got the poison from you?!”, Loki accuses boldly.

“Not from me directly Prince of two realms….though he did procure it from my realm. And I can imagine with her mortal body, the antidote your very talented healers have is not working.”

Loki face doesn't change. “What do you want Surtr?”

“Odin has taken many things from many realms over the years. I want what he stole from us.”

Loki looks to Odin, “no Surtr. This was not part of our agreement. Keep Alarian, do with him what you will. We are leaving.”

“What about the antidote?”, Thor asks Odin.

“Lady y/n will consume the apple and that will heal her. Alarian will stay and rot here.”, Odin declares as he starts walking towards the empty space where Heimdall will send the Bifrost.

“Father..”, Loki starts to object.

“No Loki. Heimdall!”

The light from the Bifrost comes beaming down and Loki uses the last bit of his magic to push himself away from it. Falling to his knees, he looks up to see Odin, Thor and their guards get pulled up to the sky back to Asgard.

“Well, well, well.”, he sees Surtr standing in front of him. “What shall I do with you?”

Loki stands, his knees shaking from the effort. “I’m not leaving without Alarian or that antidote.”

“I’ve never had a Jotun in my realm before. I wonder how long it will take before the dungeons break you. Seize him.”

Loki gets grabbed and chained. When the guards are confident he cannot escape their hold, they drag him to the dungeons below.

To be continued…

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[taw-k]

Is it just me or does he look really good here?!

Like the long legs, the strut, without the jacket, showing off his slutty little waist?! HE LOOKS SO GOOD?!

[huskerdustera]

“I hate the TVA Outfit I miss him in green”

Who says he isn’t wearing green? 😏

Happy Pride 🌈

[loki-us]

It’s the casual way Mobius sets his chaotic boyfriend The God of Mischief loose on everyone. Mobius is so attuned to Loki, he immediately knows how he’s going to react, offering him a gentle warning or permission to proceed. And Loki carefully waits for that permission before he acts, implying this is a familiar dynamic that’s been established beforehand.

[koresephone66]

based off of this post by @voulezvulcan

[justanotherlokiwitch]

[ineffable-nebula]

well he's not the god of fashion

[jiyascepter]

Caught You

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Loki x F!reader

Words: 4012

Warnings/Content: SMUT; Avenger! Loki & Avenger! Y/n, Themes of dub-con, dark-ish Loki??, dom!Loki, pervy!Loki, possessive, jealous loki, use of loki's magic (in a lot of sexual stuff), restraints, bondage, biting, licking, aggressive, pissed loki, praise, slight degradation, there's a tattoo on y/n's thigh (for the plot!), other mcu characters also make an appearance, clit licking, fingering, overstimulation, p in v.

Please lmk if I missed anything! Loki is a bit of red-flaggy in this one, please keep in mind this is only a fanfiction.

Summary: When you make fun of Loki's magic, he "demonstrates" how his magic can be useful. In many, ehm..ways. What did you expect?

A/n: i moved the title in the corner so that i can keep seeing tommys's sexy face in the middle 😮‍💨 im trying to make my fics dirtier but it's not quite coming down in my works, like it's in my mind but it's not easy to express??? im trying & hopefully it'll come soon

The cavernous, dimly-lit warehouse echoed with the sounds of clashing metal and grunts of exertion. The Avengers were locked in combat with a band of mercenaries armed with advanced weaponry.

Tony was in the air, repulsor beams lighting up the darkness, while Natasha and Clint worked in tandem, their movements precise and deadly. Thor’s hammer, Mjölnir, was a blur as it struck down the enemies with thunderous force.

In the midst of the chaos, Loki stood with an air of detached amusement, casting spells with flicks of his wrists. His magic sent mercenaries flying, created illusions to confuse their ranks, and conjured barriers to protect the teammates. But Loki's magic, powerful and unpredictable, was also a bit reckless tonight.

Maybe it was the leather suit you were wearing today.

"Loki, for the love of—watch where you're aiming!" You shouted as you narrowly avoided being hit by a stray spell meant for an enemy.

Your eyes flashed with annoyance as you shot him a glare. "Are you trying to get us all killed?"

Loki smirked, eyeing you up, not taking you seriously. "Perhaps if you were more attentive, you wouldn't find yourself in such precarious positions, darling."

You scowled and ducked under a swipe from a mercenary, retaliating with a swift punch that sent your opponent sprawling.

Ugh, you hated how he always carried that stupid smirk.

"Maybe if your magic was actually useful, we wouldn't be in precarious positions to begin with!"

Loki's eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of irritation flashing through his otherwise calm demeanor. "Is that so? I seem to recall saving you from a similar predicament just last week."

"By causing it in the first place!" You shot back, dodging another mercenary's attack and taking him down with a well-placed kick. 

Loki rolls his eyes and runs in the other direction. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured an illusion, making a group of mercenaries see each other as Avengers.

Confused, they turned on one another, giving the team a moment of respite. But the spell was too potent, and soon the illusion spread, affecting even the teammates. 

Chaos erupted as friends and foes became indistinguishable. 

"What the—" Tony exclaimed while flying over the scene. 

"Damn it, Loki!" You screamed, ducking, as Natasha took a swing at you, mistaking you for an enemy.

"Enough!" Thor bellowed, his hammer smashing into the ground to create a shockwave that knocked everyone off their feet and dispelled the illusion.

The mercenaries, now disoriented, were quickly subdued.

The flight back home was quiet. Everyone was either tired, tending to their wounds, or just rethinking what happened back there. 

Once you landed, the rest of the Avengers stepped down the Quinjet and walked into the building to their rooms. 

"Loki, wait." Steve calls out and walks towards Loki in the lobby.

“About today—”

“Nobody died, Rogers.” Loki replies. 

"That is not an achievement," You murmur to yourself loudly on purpose for him to hear while taking a sip from your favourite grey-coloured sipper. 

Loki and Steve both glanced at you, with Steve carrying a hint of a smile on his face while Loki scowled and turned back to Steve.

You could tell he was not impressed. 

A win for you.

Steve clears his throat, turning serious once more. "Look, what happened today was not good. We cannot work as a team if we don't know half of your tricks."

Loki grins. "Well, that's the fun, isn't it? A surprise for everyone.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. "But it isn’t helping, Lo-"

"Helping? His magic is useless half the time."

Loki shoots an eye at you when you say that, and you could tell the God wasn't pleased.

"He's showing off in front of everyone, like the arrogant ass he is." You go on, while Loki watches you with his grave, sharp eyes.

Why wasn't he replying with his usual snarky comments today? 

Steve gives a light chuckle and pats Loki's shoulder as if feeling sorry for him, "Be careful next time, that's all I ask," and walks away through the corridor, leaving you and Loki to yourselves.

While waiting for the elevator, you silently stand in front of the doors, waiting for it to arrive.

Until you feel a hard pressure against your back.

The sensation is unmistakable—a solid, unyielding presence, warm and firm. Loki's chest. His closeness sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath and subtle heat radiating through his clothes.

You stiffen, unsure whether to move away or stay still, the elevator's arrival feeling like an eternity away.

You decide to say something to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Ego broken, Loki~?" You say his name in a sing-song voice.

"Do you enjoy testing my patience, mortal?" he says, leaning down to your ear.

"Someone has to keep you in check," you reply, your voice steady despite the proximity.

The elevator reaches your floor, and with a little chime, its doors open. You proceed to take a step forward to enter the elevator when his hand grabs hold of the back side of your neck and pulls you back to him.

"Careful," he almost whispers, his breath ghosting over your skin, "your tongue is going to get you in trouble one day."

You pause for a moment, feeling the tension thicken in the air, before you turn your head out of his hands to look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt the big bad trickster's feelings?" You taunt, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Maybe if your magic wasn't so unreliable, we wouldn't be in these messes. Or do you need Daddy Odin to give you some pointers on how to actually be useful?"

Loki's eyes flare with fury, and in no time he grabs your neck once again and strides into the elevator, pinning your head to the panels. His body pressed against yours with a force that left little room for doubt about his intensity.

His frame, tall and lean yet undeniably strong, exerting a commanding presence as he pins you against the cool metal of the elevator wall. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the chill of the metal against your cheek. 

He was so close to you, you could smell his sultry, intoxicating smell on him.

"You think my magic is useless, don’t you..." He whispers, his breath ghosting on your skin. "I’ll make sure you regret saying that."

"I don't "think", it's a fact." You try to push him back with your elbow. “Let me go, Loki.” You say it firmly. 

"Not yet, vixen." He says so, and the elevator doors shut by themselves. And with one flick of his fingers, the front chain of your tight leather suit yanked open down to the end of your belly.

Did he just–

"I’ll make sure to demonstrate how useful my magic can be." He says and looks down to notice you were not even wearing a bra underneath.

He grins at the sight, licking his lower lip. "Naughty girl." He coos in your ear while his fingers work their way to your belly. 

His fingers, though possessing a hint of coldness at first, quickly warmed against your skin as they made contact with your belly. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a fire that danced just beneath the surface. 

"Let. Me. Go." You say, trying to stand your ground, but your attempts are futile. 

"Told you no, darling." He says while his fingers trailed up to your nipples, sending a shiver down your spine as goosebumps rose in their wake.

It was a sensation that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated by the raw intensity of his touch. 

He slides down your suit from your shoulders, proceeding with a graze of his tongue on your skin. 

"Mmm…sweet," he murmurs, sucking on your shoulder, "unlike those words you use."

"FUCK. YOU." You reply with a gruff.

Loki chuckles darkly against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Oh, darling, you will," he murmurs, his voice dripping with seductive menace. "But not before I teach you to respect a God."

He pulls down your suit lower, his lips kissing the back of your neck, followed by melty little kisses down your bareback. Despite your discontent, you couldn’t help but feel turned on by him.

As Loki pushes down your suit to your thighs, his eyes catch sight of a small tattoo etched on the inside of your thigh. The ink reads the name of your ex-boyfriend. Loki's eyes darken with a mix of curiosity and possessiveness. 

He paused, his brows furrowing as he read the name inked there. "Well, well, well," he murmured, his voice a mix of curiosity and disdain. "So that’s what your little skirt was hinting at the meeting a few days ago..."

He traced the tattoo lightly with his finger, sending a shiver through your body.

So this bastard was always watching you?

You grit your teeth, anger and embarrassment flushing through you. "It’s none of your business, Loki."

He tightens his grip on your neck slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance. "I know."

"But this mark... it irks me. An insignificant mortal claiming a part of you." He pinches your thigh, and you try to jerk away your leg but cannot. 

You squirmed against his grip, but he held you firmly, his eyes dark and intense as they bore into yours. "Let it go, Loki," you demanded, trying to maintain your composure.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the tattoo. "Why should I?" he whispered, his voice a dangerous purr. "Why should I let some forgotten lover's mark go unchallenged?"

He gives you a rather harsh bite on your shoulder, trailing his lips to kiss your neck, which makes you whimper, which makes him grin.

He pulls away a bit, and with the flick of his wrists, an invisible force pins your arms above your head, securing you in place against the elevator wall. You struggle briefly, but the bonds hold firm. Loki steps back, his eyes raking over your exposed form with a predatory gaze.

Before you could retort, he bent down, turning his body against the elevator and facing you from below. He kissed the tattoo with deliberate slowness, his lips soft and maddeningly sensual.

The act was both possessive and teasing, with his tongue swirling repeatedly on the same spot that was making you crazy. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and a part of you hated how your body responded to his touch. 

"Shh, people can still hear us, darling. Even if they cannot enter." He says placing pecks up and down your thigh, evaporating your steady facade away.

"Now, let's see what other secrets you're hiding," he murmurs, his hands sliding down to your hips. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing you completely.

You saw his eyes almost sparkle at the sight, placing a kiss on your mound, making you flinch against the metal. Where and when did your suit disappear? You didn’t know.

He leans close and starts exploring your already wet clit with his tongue. Holding your waist in his hands, he kept stealing glances up at your aroused form, watching your expressions while you gasped every time his warm tongue darted on your needy pussy.

The god had a talent for his tongue. The silver tongue. 

"Are you still with him?" He murmured, pulling away his face from your pussy, making you let out a complaining whine.

He holds up his two fingers to caress your folds. "Answer."

"N-no…" You answer, your voice quivering in pleasure.

"Then why isn’t it off?" He says this, glancing at your tattoo.

"I never…Loki-"

He pushes two fingers in. "You never what?"

You shudder as Loki's fingers push inside you, his question hanging in the air, demanding an answer. Your mind races, caught between the intense pleasure and the need to explain yourself.

"I never... had the chance," you manage to gasp, your voice barely steady. "It didn't mean anything anymore. I just...fuck-forgot about it."

Loki's eyes narrow slightly as he studies your face, his fingers moving slowly inside you, curling and stroking in a way that makes coherent thoughts nearly impossible. He doesn't seem entirely convinced.

"Forgot about it?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Or perhaps you wanted a reminder of something you couldn't let go?" 

"No…" You moan, writhing against the panel with your hands above your head, your fingers aching to dive into his hair. 

He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you with a deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with maddening precision. You squirm, your faint moans echoing the elevator.

"Good," he murmurs, his voice a seductive purr. "Because I don't share, darling. And I don't like to be reminded of what once was."

You moan, your body arching against his touch. His words send a thrill through you, and the possessiveness in his tone both intimidating and exhilarating.

"You know I can just turn you into a pretty mannequin for me so I can do whatever I want with you…but I want to feel you squirm... to mewl... like a little prey." He says watching your face while feeling your pussy start to clench around his fingers.

"Now, let's make sure you never forget who you belong to, hm?" Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your thigh as he speaks. His mouth returns to your clit, his tongue flicking and sucking with a relentless intensity that drives you wild. 

"Yeah, that’s right, just keep on making those little sounds for me." He says it with a satisfied smile curling on his lips, and he resumes his ministrations with renewed fervor. 

The combination of his fingers inside you and his mouth on your clit sends you spiralling into a mind-shattering orgasm, your body convulsing with pleasure as you cry out his name.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, Loki slowly withdraws his fingers. He stands, his eyes locking onto yours. He releases your binds away and turns you to him, and his thumb caresses your lower lip as if studying it for a second before he holds you against the wall, cupping your cheek, and kisses you almost fiercely. 

And gosh, you needed that. You needed that and more.

"Y/n, is that you?"

Both of you freeze to your seats when you hear Thor’s voice outside the elevator. 

Loki's eyes narrow in annoyance, and he quickly glances towards the elevator doors. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips, his voice barely a whisper. "We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?"

He continues exploring your mouth, and the kisses start spreading to your neck, tongue, and teeth, making their wild appearances every once in a while. 

Until you couldn’t help it and let out a moan.

"This door is not openi- Y/n??" Thor repeats again. "Wait, let me call Stark.-" 

Your heart races when Thor calls out again because of your moan. Loki’s eyes narrow, and he pulls away. "Are you doing this on purpose? Just another one of your games so we can get caught and you can have your fun?"

He gives your pussy a little slap, and you whine a no. 

In a swift motion, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. You barely have time to register the shift before the air around you shimmers and the familiar confines of the elevator vanish, replaced by the opulent and dimly lit interior of a room unknown to you.

The room is a stark contrast to the sterile metal of the elevator. Rich tapestries line the walls, and candles flicker, casting a warm, golden glow. A large, ornate bed dominates the space, its dark, luxurious linens inviting in a way that makes your heart race. 

Loki wastes no time. He sweeps you off your feet, carrying you to the bed with an urgency that sends a thrill through you. He lays you down gently, his gaze intense as he takes in your still-naked form. His hands trace over your skin, as if committing every inch to memory. 

The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Loki—intoxicating and alluring. "Now, where were we?" He purrs, his fingers tracing a delicate line down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

You can barely catch your breath; the intensity of the moment overwhelming. "Loki, what if Thor—"

"Thor won't find us," Loki interrupts, his voice a low growl. "This is my domain. No one enters without my permission."

"Now," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, "let us continue our little magic demonstration." 

The silken sheets cool against your heated skin, and with Loki's hands everywhere—caressing, teasing, exploring every inch of your body—his touch both gentle and demanding, leaving you breathless and craving more. 

"So beautiful," his voice dripping with seductive menace as he conjures a binding spell that secures your wrists to the bedposts. 

You gasp, your body arching against the restraints, as Loki's mouth finds your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples with maddening precision. The sensations are overwhelming, and your mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and need. 

Loki's mouth moves with deliberate precision, his tongue tracing intricate patterns over your breasts. Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you arch and writhe against the silken sheets. The restraints on your wrists keep you firmly in place.

"Loki…"

"Mhm," he hums, enjoying your squirms. But he wanted more.

He uses his powers to amplify his touch, making your nerve endings sing with heightened sensitivity. You gasp and moan, the intensity of his magic overwhelming your senses.

You can feel the magic pulsating through you, heightening your awareness of every touch and every kiss. His lips move from your breasts to the sensitive skin just below, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The combination of his mouth and his magic almost too much to bear.

His free hand trails down your body, leaving a path of fire in its wake. As his fingers reach your inner thighs, you feel a new surge of his magic, more potent and concentrated. It wraps around your thighs, making your muscles quiver with anticipation.

Loki conjures small, delicate tendrils of magic that wrap around your nipples, gently tugging and twisting. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before—a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that leaves you gasping for breath. 

He moves lower, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your belly. The tendrils of magic follow his path, amplifying every sensation, making you feel as if your skin is on fire. You can barely think or breathe; your mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

As he reaches your hips, his fingers part your folds, and you feel a rush of cool air against your wetness. His mouth hovers just above your clit, his breath hot and tantalizing. 

"Tell me, darling," Loki whispers, his lips brushing against your most sensitive spot, "how does it feel to be at the mercy of a god?"

Before you can answer, his tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with delicate, precise strokes. His magic enhances every touch, making you moan and writhe against the restraints. You can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly. 

"Loki I-" He sees your upcoming orgasm and pulls away quickly, enjoying your needy, complaining moan for him.

"Not so easy, darling."

And with another display of his magic, he completely gets rid of his clothes, his disrobed body turning you on even more, the heat of need between your legs almost unbearable.

He brings his already-hard cock near your lips. "Kiss it." and you do, the light hum of satisfaction he makes making you want to absolutely suck him out rather than just a little kiss.

"My filthy little vixen," he says, eyes blazing with hunger as he positions himself between your legs. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you in place as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, the sensation sending shivers of anticipation through you, "get ready for your god."

He lets out a low growl, a dark and seductive sound, before slowly pushing into you, his length stretching and filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, with every inch of him sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You feel so perfect," Loki murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Every part of you was made just for me."

He begins to move, slow and deliberate, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each motion designed to draw out the maximum pleasure to make you feel every inch of him. The binding spell keeps your wrists secured to the bedposts, preventing you from reaching out to touch him, to claw at his back as the pleasure intensifies.

Loki's eyes never leave yours, the connection between you palpable and electric. He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts. You respond eagerly, your moans muffled against his lips, your body arching to meet his. 

His magic continues to amplify every sensation, making your skin hypersensitive, every touch sends sparks of pleasure through you. The tendrils of magic around your nipples tighten and twist, adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

"Loki," you gasp, barely able to form coherent words. "I can't... it's too much..."

He smirks, his eyes dark with lust. "You can take it, darling. You will take it. You will take everything I give you."

His pace quickens, and his thrusts become more urgent and more demanding. The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies moving together. The pleasure builds rapidly, creating a coiling heat in your belly that threatens to consume you entirely.

Loki's hand moves between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight, precise circles. The additional stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the effort to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Come for me, darling," Loki commands, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Come for your god."

His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter, the orgasm ripping through you with an intensity that leaves you breathless and shaking. The pleasure is overwhelming, your vision going white as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

Loki continues to thrust through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure, his own release imminent. His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own climax.

You can feel him throbbing inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he finally lets go, his own orgasm ripping through him.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spills into you, his groan of pleasure vibrating through your body. He collapses on top of you, his weight comforting and grounding as you both catch your breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through you.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your ragged breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Loki's hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming pleasure. 

"Fuck, you drive me wild." He murmurs breathlessly. 

"Did you like that, darling?" Loki murmurs against your skin, his voice a seductive purr. "My magic can do so much more." 

You breathlessly chuckle while he traces patterns on your skin. His fingers caress down to your thigh, where he glances at your tattoo.

"We can’t have that." He says in a low voice and grazes his hand over your skin, and the tattoo vanishes.  Loki’s touch lingers on your thigh where the tattoo once was, his magic leaving your skin smooth and unmarked.

"And now you’re mine."

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[renegadesstuff]

He watched him die twice 😭😭💔

[vbecker10]

Something dumb... 💚

The Avengers are nearing the end of a very long briefing

Scott: Okay... I get all of that but can I ask a stupid question?

Loki: *rolls his eyes* Better than any Midgardian I have ever met

Scott: Thank you

Scott: ...

Scott: Oh, come on

Loki: I hate this realm

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[taw-k]

Thank God I'm not the only one that thinks Frigga was an awful mother to Loki. She cared about him, sure, THE BARE MINIMUM THO. You chose to keep this random baby, you chose to raise him, and you still did it wrong?! She manipulates him, refuses to listen to him when he's clearly upset. She outright tells him that if Loki doesn't accept Odin as his father, than is she not his mother? Knowing he's already depressed in prison. She offers no help during his rule in Thor 1 while he's having a whole ass identity crisis. GIRL?! That's why I don't even like Loki Friggachild as a last name because none of them were parents to him. If only he met my hc version of his bio mother in the MCU, he'd be so happy 😭

[mimmixerenard]

I've rarely (if ever) been so genuinely proud yet so melancholic about the growth of a fictional character. That being said, s2 e6 was probably one of my all-time favourite MCU production - Tom Hiddleston absolutely nailed all of it, as he always did, but here it ended up being breathtaking.

[ashdreams2023]

Can u do Loki x touch starved reader Headcanons? Maybe reader is an avenger and had a tough past

Loki x touch starved reader

Ok at first he would think you’re just clingy to get his attention then he starts to realize

Oh? You actually like this, you want to be close to him because it makes you feel good

Honestly if that’s all it takes to make you happy then baby he’s on board

Hand holding 24/7

Assures you that he doesn’t hate it and having you close is a delight

He has his arm around your waist when you’re in formal events

Kisses, lots and lots and he loves it, don’t ever think he’ll get sick of it

Runs his hands through your hair and caresses your arms when you cuddle

Holds you tight at night and most nights is the little spoon so you can keep him as close as you want

Let’s you cling to him while he walks around the house and smooches your face when you lay your head on his chest

Carries you around just because he can, and beside you look cute all curled up against his chest

Intimate times are like the best thing ever, you’re having the time of your life because you love the skin to skin and he’s simply enjoying how satisfied you are

Sometimes you sneak underneath his sweater and warp your arms around his middle

Actually loves all the attention, it feeds his ego but also it’s nice to have positive attention for once in a while

Puts his hand on your thigh when you two sit next to each other

Fingers tangled together under the table at dinner

Foreheads pressing against each other as goodbyes and hugs where you’re feet off the ground as hellos

Plays with your hands and puts them on his face and kisses your palm

Runs his hands softly over old scars and hums while he holds you close

Everyone rolls their eyes at you two but no one interferes because they know you deserve it

[tihohodka]

Another Loki for y’all

[morally-grey-variant]

sitting on his lap would probably fix me