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sarahscribbles · 2 months
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saz i am the FIRMEST of believers that loki’s into cock warming, especially when he comes home from a long mission or gruesome battle literally all he wants is to be nestled inside you for hours 😌
𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟔𝐤
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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The endless sky stretching beyond the Allmother’s library is a vibrant swirl of scarlet and amber when you hear the clatter of a dozen hooves in the courtyard below. Over the excited braying of horses you hear the calls of Einherjar for stable hands and body servants, and the book in your lap quickly tumbles to the floor with a thump as you rush towards the window in a flurry of skirts. 
The sudden disturbance in the quiet of the evening can only mean that the campaign is over and the princes are home.
Loki is home.
You reach the window just as he swings a long leg over his horse and drops elegantly to the ground, looking every inch the warrior in leather and metal. The last dying rays of sun catch the small golden band around his finger and the breeze tousles his perfectly styled hair, but he barely appears to notice because his attention is already fully focused on something else. 
You, standing at the library window. 
He found you within five minutes of arriving back home. Always, your husband will find you, as though some invisible string connects his heart to yours. 
The smile that curls across his lips when he catches your eye is both devilish and devastating, as is the wink he offers you as his horse is taken away.
A kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight in your stomach and your fingers curl tighter around the pillar they rest on. Six weeks he’s been gone - one of the longest campaigns of your marriage - and it’s taking everything in you not to run through the palace and have him right there in the courtyard.
Perhaps more than once. 
His bright eyes linger longingly on you until he disappears beneath the window ledge and into the Palace. From the floor below, you hear the gentle buzz of conversation and revelry as the warriors recount their journey to victory for anyone who will listen. You hear the distinct sound of Thor’s war cry; the hearty cheers of The Warriors Three; the joyous clanging of swords in celebration…
You hear the familiar deep roll of laughter that you would recognise anywhere.
The sound of your husband’s mirth, his uncontained joy, makes you giddy with excitement, the likes of which you haven’t experienced since you first started courting him or the first time you got to taste his kiss. You’ve missed him - missed the warmth of his embraces, the softness of his lips, the easy way he can make you laugh without even trying.
You’ve missed your best friend.
Forgetting all about the book you’ve left lying, pages akimbo, on the floor, you rush from the library on quick, quiet feet to race your husband to your chambers. You know it will be his first port of call, as it always is after any length of time you spend apart, and the thought alone is enough to make you fizzle wildly with anticipation. 
Will he take his time worshiping your body? Will those large, gentle hands spend hours refamiliarising themselves with every dip and curve? Will his lips lavish attention on you until not an inch of you has been left unkissed? 
Or, will he back you against the chamber wall and hoist your skirts around your hips? Will he rip your bodice from your body and roughly have his way with you? Will he make you orgasm again and again until you go limp in his arms? 
Perhaps both if you’re lucky. 
Perhaps this reunion will be similar to the last when neither of you were seen outside your chambers for three days; one day of pleasure for each battle the Asgardians had won, so your husband had promised. 
And delivered on. 
The late evening air tingles with his magic as you pass along the Palace hallways. He’s closer than you had initially believed, but when you finally approach the ornate double doors of your chambers, only the two Einhenjar stand outside. 
You breeze quickly past them with a brief nod, stepping straight into the empty living area of your chambers. There’s nothing to suggest that Loki is anywhere within or lurking in the rooms beyond, so you haltingly let your guard down. 
Beyond the walls of your chamber, you hear the merry sounds of the warriors making their way to Odin in the heart of the Palace to boast of their victory. They pass by in a raucous cacophony of cheers and shouts - still loudly retelling the events of each battle to their eager audience of courtiers - and you prepare for your husband to come striding through the doors energised by victory.
But they remain firmly closed.
Your brow furrows at the same time a knot of disappointment twists in your stomach. Loki’s letters from the battlefield had been dripping with innuendo and filthy promises of how he planned to ravish you upon his return - some so salacious that you’d had to lock the doors to your bedchamber early in the afternoon. 
Surely, after so many promises of debauchery, he wouldn’t choose an audience with Odin over you. 
The sounds of Thor and his fellow warriors become increasingly more faint and still there’s no sign of Loki. You wait another minute and then start towards the doors, but you’ve barely taken three steps when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your middle so suddenly that you yelp in surprise. 
“I caught you, my little mouse.” Loki’s soft voice purrs in your ear, and you feel his warm lips press a lingering kiss to your cheek. 
You pretend to huff, but it’s impossible to stop the smile that spreads across your face at being back in your husband’s embrace. “How do you always manage to do that?”
His answering laughter makes your heart swell. How had you survived six whole weeks without him? 
Loki places one last kiss to your temple and twirls you around in his arms. You’re flush against his chest and the familiar feeling of safety washes warmly over you. “Do you forget to whom you are married, dove?” he teases, eyes twinkling as he gazes at you. 
“As if such a thing is even possible!” you reply, teasing him just as easily.
“Little vixen,” he murmurs, and pulls you tighter against his chest. “Did you miss me?” 
Briefly, you consider teasing him a little more, but something in his eyes makes you reconsider. Reflected in them clear as day is how deeply he missed you and how desperately he needs to hear you say that you noticed his absence. 
“Like one would miss a limb,” you say softly and twist your arms around his shoulders.
Loki smiles and dips his head to kiss you gently. It’s sweet and innocent yet it still awakens six weeks of need within you. Your fingers curl greedily into his hair as you pull him to you, silently begging him for more, but you only feel him bite your lower lip and pull back. 
“Don’t you wish to go and congratulate Thor and the others? I’m sure they would relish the praise of their Princess,” he says, his pretty green eyes dancing with mischief at your pout. 
“The only thing I wish to do is spend the next few hours welcoming my husband home,” you reply.
The very thought has a throbbing ache begin between your thighs. You picture tousled bed sheets and your husband's firm body writhing and flexing beneath your hungry fingers. You want to spend hours losing yourself to the feel of him and clutch him to you like a life raft as he makes Valhalla dance behind your eyes.
You want to enjoy your husband. 
Loki squeezes your hips. “You know there’s nothing in the Nine that I can deny you, darling.”
Before you can draw breath to reply, he’s easily tossing you over one shoulder and carrying you towards your bedroom. Your shrieks of laughter ring through the chamber. After six weeks, your heart is full again, swelling with love for the man who’s rushed straight home to you and is kicking the doors to your room closed with a satisfying bang. You wait for the inevitable feeling of soaring through air as he tosses you onto the bed, but seconds pass and you’re still draped over his shoulder. 
“Are we feeling sentimental this evening?” you question, only half teasing. 
By now, you had expected to be stripped and possibly restrained to the bed, but your husband appears to be in no rush to have his way with you. 
“Possibly,” Loki answers, lightly tapping your ass. 
He sets you down gently on your feet, then takes both your hands in his to raise them to his lips. They’re warm as they kiss the backs of your knuckles and his sparkling green eyes never once leave yours. 
“Undress me, darling,” he whispers softly and releases your hands.
He’s already stepped out of his heavy outer armour, likely as soon as he stepped inside the palace, leaving him in the casual, soft leather that you know all too well. Your practiced hands reach out easily to push the long overcoat off his broad shoulders, and it falls to the stone floor with a quiet thump.
The rest of his clothing is quick to follow. It’s beautifully intimate, undressing him - revealing him piece by piece so you can marvel at this beautiful man who wears your ring on his finger. You reach out to lightly trace the scars on his abdomen that weren’t there last time, scars that you’ll kiss over and over while he falls asleep in your arms later. 
“I’m fine,” Loki whispers, reading your thoughts while your fingers continue to dance over his skin. 
Your eyes dart to his, searching for any tiny flick of untruth. The god of lies he may be, but he can hide nothing from you. 
“I promise, dove.” He continues, letting his hands fall to rest on your hips. “I’ll recount the story of every new scar for you if I must.” 
Your own hands find his on your hips to pull them to the fastenings of your gown. “I insist on it, my prince,” you say with a smirk. 
Loki rolls his eyes, but the smile he gives you is nothing short of adoring. “As you wish,” he says, and begins to trail a single finger along the bodice of your gown. 
In a pale shimmer of green the fabric disappears before you, melting to nothing until you’re finally bare before him. His eyes drink you in - heavy with six weeks of pent up desire - and you can’t fight the shiver when he reaches in to suck a bruise to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, placing a kiss over your bruising skin. “Ethereal.” He adds, sliding his hands around your waist and letting them run along your lower back to squeeze your ass. 
“Mine,” he says more forcefully, placing a firm kiss to your lips at the same time his hands lock around your knees. 
You squeal against his lips as he hoists you into his arms, but easily lock your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You feel the shift of his body as he climbs onto the bed, but instead of being laid back amongst the generous piles of pillows as you expected, Loki positions himself back against the intricate headboard with you still straddling his lap. 
“How I missed you, my darling wife,” he says quietly when his lips leave yours, and then he’s coaxing you onto your knees before him. 
Loki takes your hand in his and guides it towards his cock, wrapping your fingers around it with a contented sigh. You know what he’s asking without him having to say a word. 
Slowly, you begin to stroke him, watching his eyes flicker closed when you increase the pressure. “Did you miss me? Or did you miss this?” you tease him. 
“How unfair of you to make me choose,” he replies instantly. 
You squeeze his cock with a smirk, not missing the quiet groan that floats from him or the slight curl of his upper lip. 
“Oh, that might cost you later, dove,” he says. It’s meant to be a warning, you know, but it only makes your core burn for him. 
“Perhaps that’s what I’m counting on,” you quip back quickly, which makes the god in your bed chuckle softly. 
His cock grows beneath your touch, which only makes a surge of power shoot straight to your head. You begin to stroke him faster and apply just the barest hint of pressure, but a large hand quickly reaches out to still yours. 
“Am I…,” you begin, but trail off when you glance towards him. 
Loki’s eyes are alight and dancing with the promise of mischief. Without a word, he edges you forward on the bed until your aching cunt is directly above his cock. You clench desperately at what you know is coming and it feels like an eternity until Loki is coaxing you down and the head of his cock is brushing teasingly against you. 
He maddingly drags himself through your soaked cunt again and again, pulling groan after groan from deep in your chest. Your nails dig into the pale skin of his shoulder, leaving a pattern of tiny half moons in their wake as you fix him with pleading eyes. 
“Fuck, Loki. Please, put it in,” you beg, needing to feel your husband fill you after six long weeks apart. 
Loki grins back mischievously. “As my love commands.” 
Slowly, he eases his cock inside you, making you take him inch by inch until you can take no more of him. He hisses at the feel of your cunt clenching wildly around him, and you’re rewarded with a stream of moans and curses until you’re fully seated on him. 
A hand closes quickly around the base of your skull to pull you in for another blistering kiss that’s lazy and wondrously sloppy. “I missed this tight little cunt,” he rasps into your ear with a roll of his hips. 
“Fuck,” you curse softly and let your head fall to his shoulder. 
He feels so blindingly good inside you that all you want to do is ride him until he can’t remember his own name, but when your hips begin to rock against his, Loki plants two strong hands on them to hold you still. 
“Ah, ah, darling. This is more than enough for now,” he says lightly. 
Not fully believing what you heard, you pull back to peer at him. “What? Loki, it’s been six -.” 
“Shhh, dove. I thought you insisted on hearing all about our time away?” he replies. 
“Yes, but not now! There will be plenty of time for you to tell me after!” You try not to whine. There had been three battles in all, and Loki had promised to tell you about all of them in detail. 
Your husband shifts beneath you, making you whimper when his cock does the same. “Perhaps, but, for now, I wish to have my darling wife warm my cock as I tell her about our victories. Would you deny me that?”
He knows that he has you. You can’t deny this man anything, even if it means spending a tortuous evening with his cock inside you. 
“No,” you reply, fighting to keep from pouting. 
Loki pulls you in for another quick kiss. “Good girl,” he says and gives another teasing roll of his hips. “If you can continue being good and not try to pleasure yourself all evening, then I will personally see to it that you don’t walk properly for the next week.”
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simplyholl · 5 months
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The Villain’s Weapon Pt. 1
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Summary: When you hit your head and lose your memory, you fall into Loki’s clutches.
Warnings: Eventual smut. Memory loss. Villain Loki. Thanos.
The battle was never ending. You and the other Avengers were never going to defeat Loki. He had taken Clint and Dr. Selvig using them against you as he took the Tesseract. It didn’t help that he would only show up every now and then to taunt the team. Otherwise you couldn’t locate him.
Loki fought against you. “We have to stop meeting like this, little one.” Loki teased. You used your magic, a cloud of blue surrounding you as you fought back. You underestimated the power you put behind it, the aftershock throwing you back against a boulder. You hit your head with a loud thud as your vision went black.
When you came to, a large man towered over you. You studied his face trying to place him. You couldn’t remember where you were or what you were doing outside. You didn’t even know who you are. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you, little one.” Little one. That was familiar. You obviously knew this strangely dressed man. You look down at your own apparel. You were wearing a leather catsuit, so you couldn’t say anything about him.
You hear fighting all around you. You sit up, suddenly scared of your surroundings. What was happening? Pain surges through your head, you place a hand on it. You were bleeding. Your suit was torn like you had been fighting too. You stand up, feeling a little dizzy. You grab the man before you, pulling him in for a hug. You don’t know why, but you trust him.
He said he was looking for you after all. The term of endearment he used rang a bell. If you were fighting, you must be on his side. He looks down at you like you have lost your mind. Maybe you haven’t hugged before and this was out of character for you. You quickly pull away.
“I’m so sorry. I think I must have hit my head too hard. I can’t remember anything. But you seem familiar. You said you were looking for me, so I just assumed.” He looks at you incredulously. “You really don’t remember who you are or what you are doing out here?” You look around again, not recognizing anyone or anything, but him.
“There seems to be a battle. I assume I’m on your side?” You look into his bright blue eyes as a smile appears on his lips. “Yes, that is correct. Those people over there are the Avengers. They are trying to stop me - erm - us. I’ll tell you more about it once we get back to our lair.”
Loki couldn’t believe his luck. He was waiting for you to come to after the nasty fall you had taken when your magic threw you back. You were powerful, but you didn’t have complete control over your power. With his help, you would be unstoppable. And now, you were on his side.
“She’s dangerous.” Thanos told Loki. “Right now, she isn’t. She doesn’t even know she has powers.” Loki argued. “This is perfect. I will train her, we will use her to fight the Avengers.” Thanos shook his head. “What if her memory comes back? It’s too big of a risk.” Loki paces the floor, “Trust me, she won’t. She took a nasty fall. Just let me try this out before we send the Chitauri.” “You have two months.” Thanos stated as he cut communication.
Loki set up a room for you. He conjured clothes for your closet, shoes in your size, everything you might need in order to convince you that you actually lived here. He found you on the bed, looking out the window. “I’ve come to dress your wounds.” You nod, turning toward him. He examined the cut on your head, green flowing from his hands as he healed it. He explained that he could use magic and apparently so could you. He was going to start retraining you tomorrow.
“The other cuts aren’t as severe so I will clean them myself.” He explained. You slid the strap of your tank top down your shoulder to give him better access to the wound. You gasp when the alcohol wipe touches your skin, causing the area to sting. You watch him intently, long pale fingers working diligently to patch every scratch on you.
“Lay back.” He commands, reaching for the hem of your tank top. You had a large cut just under your breasts. You do as your told, he rolls the fabric up just under your nipples. You hold your breath. Your skin prickles, turning into goosebumps everywhere he touches. Your nipples harden as he patches you up.
Loki notices how you are physically reacting to his touch. How your nipples hardened when he placed his hands on your stomach. How your breath hitched when he pulled your shirt up. The worst part was he could feel his pants growing tighter. He wasn’t surprised that you had that kind of reaction toward him. He was a god after all. But he never expected you to have that effect on him. His hands grew shaky as he finished bandaging you. “Good as new.” He murmured, yanking your shirt down to cover you.
“Loki?” He stopped his retreat from your room, freezing in your doorway. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” You get off the bed, walking toward him, pulling him in for another embrace. He reluctantly pulls you closer to him. You can tell he isn’t a hugger. His large hand smooths the back of your hair. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I was there too.” You bury your face into his chest, breathing him in. He looks down at you, expression unreadable. This is going to be a long two months.
Part Two
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joyful-enchantress · 3 months
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Jól Never Be Alone | Loki x Fem!Reader
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A/N: Hello! Enjoy this festive oneshot that I wrote as a gift for @smolvenger for this Secret Santa event facilitated by @fictive-sl0th. I took inspiration from a request submitted by @smolvenger and also from the Old Norse jól (pronounced yule), a midwinter festival which celebrated the passing of the longest days of winter, and fertility in the coming year. Happy Holidays!
Genre/Warnings: Arranged marriage, mild angst in the beginning (with a happy ending, I promise!), hurt/comfort, fluff, thirst, pining, smutty thoughts, language
Word Count: 3k
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Three damn days.
That’s it. That’s all the time you had to pull yourself together.
To clean up the mess that you’d become these past weeks and be what the people of Asgard expected you to be. Needed you to be.
The shining star of the upcoming jól feast. You were to be the gem of the midwinter celebration as their newest princess.
That is, after all, what you were. You were married into the Asgardian royal family just over a month ago, joined in holy matrimony with Odin’s youngest son. The dark prince. Loki. A man — no, a god — that, for centuries now, had maidens everywhere falling over themselves just for the chance to spend a night warming his bed. How lucky you were to be his wife, right?
Though it wasn’t exactly a love match. Your marriage had been arranged by those that claimed more of a say in your lives than either of you did. Loki’s father and your own had devised a scheme — years in the making — in which you’d become Loki’s wife to strengthen the alliance between Asgard and your home realm, Vanaheim.
Yes, unfortunately, your love story felt less like a romance and more like a political drama.
It certainly didn't help that Loki has been cold and distant since the betrothal. He was always keeping to his own side of your shared living quarters, the physical walls between you serving as a constant reminder of the figurative one that loomed —towering and unsurmountable — between you. Short, clipped greetings are all that fell from his lips to welcome or acknowledge you when your paths did cross. Roommates with fancy titles... that's all you were. The dark, handsome prince, your husband, was never disrespectful — far from it, actually — but he never showed any true interest in you beyond what has been required during public appearances.
You couldn't blame him, not really. This couldn't possibly be what he had hoped for, when he would daydream about his own future. Trapped in a loveless marriage with you, likely feeling like little more than a pawn in his father's political chess games. No, it was no wonder why he kept his distance as much as the nature of your entanglement allowed.
There was a time, not so long ago, when you had allowed yourself to dream of a future where you sat beside Loki, as his wife. But not this way. Not like this.
Since childhood, you'd had a crush on the younger prince. Once you were old enough to accompany your father on his delegations to Asgard, where he'd speak on behalf of the Vanir at the council meetings, he was sure to bring you along. In hindsight, you realized, he only brought you with him so that you could become acquainted with Asgard before he secured your place there, within the royal court. But oh, how you looked forward to those trips! And a certain mischievous god was to blame...
Loki caught your eye the very first time you met him. How could he not? With those sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw that you swore were sharp enough to slice through your dignity. The silky curtains of raven curls that framed his stupidly handsome face, always looking absolutely perfect, no matter how unkempt and mussed they were. Then there were his eyes, glistening like two polished emeralds against the alabaster planes of his face. You had frequently wondered what it might be like to lock eyes with him during the throes of a passionate night of lovemaking... meeting his gaze as you're writhing in the sheets underneath his lean, sculpted body, appreciating the length of him — of his neck, his limbs, his cock as he buries himself inside you.
Perhaps it was foolish, but you spent those years pining for him from afar, dreaming of what could possibly be someday. Sure, you spent time with him during your visits, enjoying strolls together through the gardens or his personal library, sharing details of your lives and bonding over your joint love of books. He definitely wasn't a stranger to you. In fact, you’d say you knew him well. But you never made your romantic feelings for him known; you never hinted at the desire that scorched through your veins like an untamed fire every time he was near.
You'd tell him someday, you'd tell yourself. You would tell Loki your feelings and with any luck he'd be yours... and it was that thought, that hope, that fueled your daydreams and pushed you through until your next visit to Asgard.
But before you ever got the chance to share the true nature of your feelings with Loki, you were both called into the throne room where your fathers informed you of the arrangements that had been made. You were to be married. In three fortnights.
And your dreams of a fairytale romance with the handsome prince were thwarted in an instant. You wanted him, but not like this. You wanted something real... you wanted Loki to want you.
Now you were homesick and, during a time when you should be feeling surrounded by love and holiday cheer, you had never felt more alone.
Jól was in three days. And the midwinter festival was supposed to be magnificent — a giant feast honoring the gods Odin and Freyr and celebrating a hope for peace, sunshine, and fertility in the coming year. Your place of honor at the celebrations was especially anticipated, not only because you were Asgard's newest princess, but because you were from Vanaheim — you were Vanir, same as Freyr. And, you were one of his descendants; his granddaughter, in fact. Yes — Loki was Odin’s son and you were Freyr’s granddaughter. Your union was a jóltide dream. The people of Asgard were abuzz with excitement, chattering about how special this year’s festivities would be… thanks to you.
You and Loki had been seen in public before, of course. You had endured your wedding and the celebrations that followed and managed fairly well. But that was a formal affair; beyond a few pecks on the lips throughout the day's festivities, you could go through the motions with little more than the occasional formal dance required, as far as physical contact.
The expectations at the jól festival were entirely different. It was to be a wild and sensual affair, with you and Loki performing a dance as the centerpiece of the fertility celebrations. This dance... the sensuality was not something that could easily be fabricated. You couldn't just go through the motions. The two of you would be chest to chest, eyes locked in a passionate stare, hands roaming and exploring each other's bodies. Your performance was meant to inspire not only yourselves, but all in attendance to go forth from the feast and be fruitful.
The thought twisted your stomach in knots and made your heart ache. How were you supposed to make it convincing? And if you did give in to the burning desire you had for Loki to put on the show that the people of Asgard were expecting, how were you supposed to protect your heart? Knowing that it wasn't the same for Loki; it wasn't real for him, too...
You had been training for this dance with an instructor for two weeks now, learning the basic steps. Having grown up in the royal court here, Loki was already familiar with the dance, so he didn't require the same training. But now it was time for rehearsals to begin. With only three days until the festival, you had to practice the dance with your actual performance partner... with Loki. You had to get a feel for each other during the dance; see where it felt natural to add in those caresses of your nose on his cheek, his fans of hot breath on your neck, the wandering touches on each other's bodies that linger just a whisper too long...
And your first rehearsal was in two hours.
You needed to get some air.
As you step outside, the frigid air engulfs you and steals your breath away. It’s a welcome feeling — a cleansing feeling. And it’s exactly what you need to clear your head and collect yourself before this dreaded rehearsal. You make a beeline for the palace gardens without much of a thought, your usual walking route essentially muscle memory at this point.
Your footsteps were nearly silent on the fresh-fallen snow that blanketed the path beneath your feet as you strolled throughout the garden, admiring the pops of color provided by the hardy winter flowers and berries that were currently growing there. As you approached the crocuses, you stopped to appreciate their bright purple blooms and the way the snow clung to the delicate petals.
Despite the harshness of the current environment, the flowers were thriving, refusing to let the cold and the ice dampen their beauty and light. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you resolved to do the same. You wouldn’t let your situation dampen your own light any longer.
“Darling…?” A familiar voice sounded from just behind you, seemingly out of nowhere. The snow must have muffled the sound of Loki’s approach.
What was he doing here?
“Oh, hello, Loki! You startled me; I didn’t expect to run into you out here.”
You quickly made to wipe the tear from your cheek as you turned to face him, but you weren’t quite fast enough; nothing got past Loki’s sharp gaze.
“So sorry to alarm you, I just came to the garden for some calm and quiet. The bustling in the palace as everyone prepares for the festival can get overwhelming.” He paused for just a moment, his brow creasing ever so slightly as if considering whether to continue before asking, “Is there anything troubling you, Y/N?”
Yes. So many things, you have no idea.
“I’m alright, Loki. I… I think the frigid air is just making my eyes water.” You managed a weak smile as you lied to your husband.
His eyes softened at your words; they beheld more warmth than you’d seen from him since before your forced betrothal.
“You know, Y/N… I know this hasn’t been easy. On either of us. But it doesn’t have to be this way between us forever. You don’t have to hide your feelings from me just because you don’t… just because we’re not…”
He struggled to find the right words to finish the sentence, but the implication was a shard of ice to your heart.
“What I’m trying to say is that you can talk to me. Ours may not be a marriage of love, but it still is a partnership. I can tell that something is wrong, that something has been wrong since our fathers broke the news of our arrangement to us. It was like, at that very moment, the light inside you was snuffed out. The woman that walked out of the throne room that day was not the same woman that entered. You’ve been a shell of yourself ever since you learned that you’d been sentenced to spend your life with me. And I’ve tried to give you space… to give you time. I didn’t want to pressure you, or suffocate you, so I’ve kept my distance. Waiting for you to be ready to speak to me again; perhaps even to spend time together again, enjoying our shared interests. But it has been more than 10 weeks now and I don’t think I can wait any longer, darling. Talk to me, please. I… I miss what we were before that day in the throne room.”
You blinked at him, flabbergasted. At a loss for words.
Set aside the sheer wonder of the sight before you: the tall frame, hung with lean muscles that strained against the fabric of the emerald tunic he was wearing. A note of gratitude crossed your mind that his Jotun ancestry allowed him to forgo any bulky outerwear to protect him from the elements, so you could enjoy this view, unobstructed. Even the way the snow clung to his dark, luscious locks and reflected the garden lights like a glittering crown had him looking every bit the winter king.
This man — this god — missed you. He mistook your heartbreak for… disgust.
As if you could ever find any part of him disgusting.
“Loki, I…” Your eyes darted frantically, looking everywhere but at him. Searching the winter blooms, the snow-covered tree branches, the festive garden decorations for a sign… for a whisper of encouragement. A murmur of reassurance. Was this it? Was this your moment?
When you finally met his gaze again, you saw nothing there but patience. Kindness. But also… longing?
“I love you.” You blurted it out, pushing the words from your lips before you could change your mind.
Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears; you actually said it. Nervousness enveloped your body like fresh steam, causing you to sweat despite the cold temperature.
“You…what?”
To say he was taken aback would be an understatement. It was clearly the last thing he expected you to say.
“I love you, Loki. I have for a while now.”
“Then why —?”
“Because I was heartbroken. Shattered. You’re right, Loki, the light inside me was snuffed out that day. Extinguished in an instant. But not because I was appalled or disgusted at the thought of spending forever with you. On the contrary, I had been dreaming of that very notion for years…”
You saw his eyes widen and his breath hitch before you continued.
“The light went out because I lost the hope that carried me forward; I never got to tell you how I truly felt about you — how much I cared about you…how much I wanted you.”
His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly at hearing you confess your desire for him.
You swallowed your own budding lust and pushed forward. “And so the delicate and, perhaps, foolish hope that we might have something real someday crumbled. Then, when I saw how much you withdrew from me, I… I was sure you had no interest in me. And that broke my heart even further, Loki, to know that you didn’t feel the same way about me and yet, we were trapped together in this marriage. I’ve never felt more alone than I have these past 10 weeks.”
“Darling…” he sighed as he closed the distance between you, reaching out his fingertips to softly caress the side of your face before brushing them under your chin and tilting your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.
The small gesture stole your breath away. It was the first physical contact you had with Loki since the wedding, and certainly more intimate than any touches you had ever shared. This wasn’t a public appearance; there was no audience. There was only him. And you. And the hammering of your heart.
“It appears that we have both been foolish.” A smile slowly crept across his lips as he muttered, “a pair of hopeless, lovesick fools.”
By now the smile had wholly taken root and a full grin had bloomed on his face, casting a light there that you hadn’t seen in months.
Oh, how you missed that smile.
“Loki…” you gasped. “Are — are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I love you too, wife.”
You couldn’t think straight. You could barely breathe. You had to be dreaming.
Loki could tell that words were beyond you, so he just continued.
“I’ve adored you for years, Y/N. Admired you in secret like an adolescent with an unattainable crush. Because that’s what you were to me: unattainable.”
“Loki, you’re a prince, a literal god… you’ve had a horde of maidens throwing themselves at you for as long as I’ve known you. If one of us was unattainable, it was you.”
“They were only ever interested in my body, in my array of talents between the sheets.”
A warm flood of arousal washed over you, hearing him talk so casually about his own sexual prowess.
“But you, darling… you saw me. You showed interest in my mind, my ideas, my company. You asked me thoughtful questions and you actually listened when I would answer them. I was so convinced that I didn’t deserve someone like that. Someone like you. And so I kept my feelings hidden.”
“Well…” you began with a shy smirk, “I am interested in your body and your carnal talents too, you know.”
“And I don’t know if there’s anything that could delight me more than learning that about you tonight,” he said with a mischievous smile and lust-darkened eyes that lingered on your lips before darting back to your own hooded gaze.
“Kiss me, Loki, please…” you breathed.
Without hesitation, he leaned down toward you, brushing his lips against your own. Featherlight at first, but soon growing more assured and confident, claiming your lips as his. And you were more than willing to let him stake his claim.
When he finally broke the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you reverently.
“I love you, my darling wife. And as long as my heart is beating, I promise you’ll never be alone; you’ll never feel alone again. Perhaps things in our relationship have occurred… somewhat out of the preferred order, but by some generous twist of the fates, we’ve been thrust into each other’s arms and allowed to spend the rest of our lives with our one true love.”
Your heart swelled as you stared up at him. You felt that light within you reignite, shining brighter than it ever had.
“I love you too, husband. With my whole heart.”
He bent down and claimed your mouth once again, his tongue sliding against your lips, which you happily parted to allow him entry. All of the love and desire that you’d both been harboring all these years was finally unleashed and it was conveyed in the intensity of your kiss, and in the way his hands now began to explore your body. At least, as best as they could, over the coat you were wearing.
Suddenly, you found yourself looking forward to rehearsal.
And to the jól festival.
And to the rest of your life with Loki.
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cultofcarter · 5 months
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Always
Loki x Reader (no use of Y/N)
Summary: A brief moment of time travel leads you to reminding Loki who you belong to.
Warnings: small moment of angst, but blink and you’ll miss it. Otherwise, it’s all fluff!
WC: ~400
A/N: A quick little drabble based on a brief scene in Loki season 2 episode 3 (no spoilers!)
Thanks for being patient with me as I dealt with some not so fun life stuff. This is just to get me back into the swing of writing again, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! 
“This has to be a joke,” your gaze flits up to Loki briefly before following his eyeline to a few wood-carved people on the outside of a log building. 
“Does it make you homesick?” Mobius chuckles, diving into his kettle corn relentlessly.
“No,” Loki deadpans. “It’s completely inaccurate, first of all.”
“What, you don’t think that looks like Odin? They even nailed the ‘I’m disappointed you’ve fallen in love with a weak and tiny mortal’ scowl!” you tease gleefully. You don’t miss the hint of a smile Loki tries to hide.
“It’s embarrassing. It’s a crass generalization. I mean, you can’t reduce an entire culture down to a simple diorama. Such poverty of imagination.”
“Is somebody feeling a little left out that they’re not up there?” Mobius teases.
“No,” Loki answers harshly. “And why’d they include Balder? No one’s even heard of him.”
“Balder the Brave? Sure they have,” you say casually. Loki’s head swivels so fast you’re surprised it didn’t roll off his body. You shrug at his raised brow, stealing some of the kettle corn sitting in his hand. 
“You know, sometimes I forget that you’re one of them,” Mobius thinks aloud. “You are one of them. Blows my mind.” As you start to walk away with Mobius, Loki gently grabs your hand, pulling you chest to chest. He studies you, as if he’s searching for all the answers, maybe his new glorious purpose.
“He wasn’t that brave,” Loki mumbles after a moment. You bite your lip to hide your growing smirk.
“I believe you,” You admonish. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean in to kiss him, but Loki speaks again.
“And Thor’s not that tall,” he adds. This time, you can’t hold back your giggle. 
“Whatever you say,” once again trying to catch his lips. You hesitate, seeing the flicker of pain across his normally jovial blue eyes. 
“Hey,” you call, moving your hands to caress his cheeks. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours…always.” You finally catch his lips in a deep and emotional kiss, trying to pour all your love into a few seconds of contact.
“I believe the phrase is, ‘For all time, always’ darling,” Loki grins. With a mischievous chuckle and your eye roll, you take his hand, pulling him along towards your next adventure.
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thelovelylolly · 6 months
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Comfort
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Summary: you go comfort Loki in the dungeons after Frigga's funeral. Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, mention of death, little argument but its itty bitty, reader is implied to be more fem and has similar abilities to loki, let me know if i missed anything :) Notes: in honor of loki season two coming out this week, here's loki content! i love him so much and this will probably get worse when the show comes out (I MEAN THOSE SHOTS OF HIM IN A SUIT????? YALL) also i wrote this with one of my ocs in mind, so sorry if there are any more specific details than usual :)
Loki watched as you glided down the dungeon stairs, making a gesture to the guards to put them at ease. You stopped in front of his cell, your body and usual outfit concealed by a black, mourning cloak. Loki could see dried tear streaks on your cheeks, but your expression was neutral.
“What are you doing here?” He spat, pacing slowly.
“I’m here to see if you’re okay,” you replied calmly.
Loki scoffed. “You come down here to comfort me instead of fighting against my father’s orders, like you always did, so I could mourn my mother with the rest of Asgard.”
“I did try, but Odin didn’t budge.”
“Well, you didn’t try hard enough.”
A tense moment of silence followed, then you turned to the guards. 
“Please let me into the prince’s cell,” you ordered in a calm voice.
The guards quickly obeyed and you stepped in, the cell closing you in with Loki. Then, you used your magic to shield the both of you from the rest of the world, casting an illusion to everyone outside the cell and sound proofing it.
“I know you’re frustrated-“
“Frustration can’t begin to describe what I’m feeling!” He exclaimed, causing you to flinch at his tone, but you quickly regained your composure.
“But you did this to yourself, Loki! You weren’t able to go to Frigga’s funeral because of your decisions and the consequences of them!” You paused to take a deep breath. “I was there when she died. I tried to defend her, but they were stronger than I am. I wish…I wish I took that blade instead of her, but I can’t change that, just like how I can’t change what you did and your punishment.”
Loki’s cold gaze softened a bit, his jaw clenching as he turned his back to you. “You don’t understand any of this, darling.”
“Maybe you forget that she was the closest thing I had to a mother. She is the reason I met you, that I allowed myself to fall for you. It’s because of her that we were allowed to court, Loki. I do understand this, I understand you.”
Loki didn’t answer, allowing you to keep going.
“The first night you spent down here, I went to Frigga. I needed to talk to someone about you, about my feelings, and I knew she would be there for me. After I talked things out, she told me she had hope for you. She wanted you to be better, and she wanted to free you from here as soon as she thought you had learned your lesson. She loved you, she wanted you and I to run away from Asgard to live our lives peacefully and happily. She…she wanted us to be married and start a family like we dreamed about. She wanted you, her son, to be happy.”
You saw Loki’s shoulders start to tremble as soft sobs escaped his lips. He quickly crumbled to the ground, his hands covering his face as he broke down into sobs. You quickly went around him and crouched in front of him, your cloak pooling around you two. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he hid his face in your shoulder, soaking the fabric of your cloak with his tears.
You held him tightly, running a hand through his hair comfortingly. You felt tears of your own start to form, but you blinked them away quickly. You had cried enough, now you needed to comfort your love.
After a few minutes like that, Loki pulled his face away and met your gaze. You cupped his cheeks and wiped away any stray tears. The sight of his bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks broke your heart.
“I love you, Loki,” you whispered softly, your voice shaking with emotion.
“I love you, too,” he replied just as quietly.
His hands fell to your waist, holding you close as he pressed his forehead to yours. You didn’t kiss, neither of you wanted to. You just wanted this. The quiet, the closeness, the vulnerability. Loki was scared to show this much emotion to you, even though you two were in love. He didn’t want to burden you or make you think he was weak. Maybe he did regret what he did, but only because he nearly lost you.
“Loki…” You said softly, trailing off as you slowly pulled away from him.
“I know,” he replied, letting you go.
You stood up and walked past Loki, who was still on his knees on the floor.
You stopped, looking over your shoulder. “My illusion will last for at least another hour. I will be back tomorrow.”
With that, you left the cell. Loki watched as you glided up the stairs, your cloak trailing behind as you disappeared and left him alone once again.
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nerdy-fangirl-65 · 10 months
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Movie Night (Loki X Reader)
Warnings: smutty smut, porn without plot, 16+ readers only, please.
Summary: Watching a movie with Loki gets dirty very quickly.
You had been dating him long enough to know perfectly well than when he requested to watch a movie, it meant he wanted a cheap excuse to make out with you on the couch, and eventually carry you to the bedroom. So this particular time, you made sure to draw it out as long as you possibly could. You had brought a large bowl of popcorn into the living room to split between the two of you, and while Loki ate the snack by the handful, you were careful to only eat a few kernels at a time to draw it out as long as possible. To make the situation even better, the movie he'd picked was incredibly steamy, every other scene involving kissing, and grinding. As you ate the last few pieces of popcorn you glanced at him to find his jaw set tightly, his eyes staring intently at the screen. You set the bowl on the coffee table, and adjusted your position so you were right next to him, your lips ghosting his jawline.
"Mm~ is someone all hot and bothered?" you murmured, and smirked as his entire body relaxed at your light touch. You chuckled lightly as you straddled his lap, being careful to ignore his growing hardness.
"If only you asked for what you wanted, instead of playing dumb games with me..." you teased, lightly kissing his neck. He growled lowly as you kissed his jaw once more, and leaned forwards, trying to kiss you and scoffing when you pulled away.
"What do you want, baby? I thought you wanted to watch a movie..." you teased, innocently batting your eyelashes.
"I want you to kiss me," he growled cupping your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. You easily obliged, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him. His hands greedily ran down your shoulders, eventually finding the hem of your shirt and sliding his hands up to touch your back.
"Mm~ not so fast," you murmured when you felt him fiddling with your bra, and he groaned in annoyance, but pulled his hands away, and instead rested them on your hips.
"Good boy," you murmured, sucking a hickey onto his neck, relishing in the moan it pulled from his lips. Eventually you returned your lips to his, sliding your tongue into his mouth hungrily. He kissed you passionately, his hands moving to grip your ass, causing you to moan softly.
You tugged at his hair, and his hands moved their way back up your body to cup your breasts through your shirt. You moaned audibly as your lips fell back to his neck, your hands shakily working to undo the buttons of his shirt. He lightly guided your lips back to his, and you kissed him feverishly as you pushed his shirt down his shoulders with his assistance, and eventually threw the fabric to the side. His hands slid back up your shirt, expertly unclipping your bra and breaking your lips apart from his as he pulled your shirt over your head. You leaned in to kiss him again but his lips were all over your neck, low growls falling from his lips as he discarded your bra and lightly fondled your breasts. You moaned softly, your head falling to the side as you felt the ache between your thighs begin to become unbearable.
He kissed you hard, and you gripped his shoulders as you kissed him back, your hips slowly rocking against his. The guttural moan that fell from his lips delighted you as you sloppily kissed him, grinding down against him. He threw his head back, unable to keep up with the kiss, both of your moans filling the room.
"Fuck, darling," he growled, his hands guiding your hips against his, "That's it, grind your hips against me. Harder, baby. C'mon, let me fucking feel you," he moaned, his eyes darkened with lust. You moaned, your head falling against his shoulder breathlessly. In a green shimmer of magic the remains of both of your clothing vanished, and suddenly you were skin to skin, grinding against his aching cock.
"Gods, darling, fuck me," he breathed, and you whimpered in response, kissing him hard as you gripped his shsft and slowly sank down onto him. He gripped your hips tightly, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Love you," you panted, slowly beginning to bounce on his cock, "I fucking love you," you moaned, your hands tangled in his hair, finger nails digging into his scalp. He didn't reply, and instead gripped your ass, moving your up and down, and slamming his hips up into yours. Words were no longer exchanged, instead desperate moans and strangled cussed were the sounds leaving your mouth.
"Loki," you whimpered as your climax approached, moving your hips as fast as you could.
"I know darling," he spoke, gritting his teeth, "use my fucking cock, take what you need from me," you moaned desperately at his words, and nearly screamed when his fingers found your clit.
"Cum for me," he growled, and you couldn't have disobeyed him if you tried, your orgasam washing over you with a scream of his name. Cusses fell from his lips as he sloppily thrusted up into you, his entire body tensing as his orgasam washed over him.
"Fucking hell," he spoke breathlessly, when you both came down from your high. You laughed as you leaned in and kissed him softly, arms wrapping around his neck.
"We need to watch movies more often," he said with a laugh, kissing you deeply in return.
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mrsdesade · 4 months
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strange creatures with soft fur (headcanons of Loki playing with your cat)
Timeline: unknown
TW: no one / just fluff
Pairing: Loki x female!y/n
Note: since I'm in my room, blocked with an unknown kitten on my lap (we found her on the street this morning) let's see If I can write something themed for our favourite God of Mischief; enjoy ~
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"what's that...black ball of fur?" is the first thing he said to you when he found that you have a female cat on your home on Midgard
you introduced your adult cat to him and you make both of them promise that they will be kind to each other
"little one, this is Loki. Be gentle with him."
"she's hissing at me? how dare you."
he pointed a finger to the cat and she slapped it with his paw
they have the same energy but they don't seem matching
it's just the first impression, it will get better with time
your cat loves waiting for Loki around corners and attach to his long robe to play and bite his coat
that's why he doesn't want you to bring your cat to Asgard
at the very beginning Loki wasn't used to the animals of Earth and everything is strange for him
"Loki, you have a wolf and a giant snake as a pet, and you find strange dealing with mine?"
"My pets are perfectly fine, is your cat that is unpredictable."
all of the clothes that he leaves around ended up covered in fur and full of little bites holes
Loki's body is cold because of his Frost Giant nature, so your cat doesn't like to go to sleep on him
but sometimes when he's studying beside the fire, she might decide to make the loaf on Loki's desk
of course, on his document and the books he was reading (after throwing to the ground everything she can just because)
he cannot stop himself to try little magic tricks on your cat when you're not in the room
one time he transformed her into a panther
"she's more fierce like this, and she's going to protect you better, that little ball of fur can't to nothing except hissing and biting my clothes."
"...alright I'll transform her back."
Loki's hand's are constantly covered of scratches and little red marks
after some times, one day you'll find them playing together with a strip of green fabric
you didn't interrupt the moment, you just look at them from the slightly open door
he was smiling so kindly and with a sincere tone on his voice, you perfectly know that Loki loves animals
he's even making her play creating small fireworks from his hand, and the cat is trying to chase them like soap bubbles
one day you'll hear Loki's voice calling from the other room because he needs to show you something
he was so proud to show you that your cat decided to fall asleep on his lap
"what can I say, everyone loves me...after a long period of disapproval."
from that day, she was purring everytime he saw him and the officially became friends
also Frigga find herself in love with that "exotic animal" you brought on Asgard
surprisingly after a couple of months he came back home with a little white kitten
"Loki, what's that?" you asked tenderly
"I thought she needed a little sister..."
so, at the end of the story, he has two little ball of fur and his girlfriend sleeping on him while he's trying to read
at least you will keep him warm
We're done for now~
It was so much fun writing this you've no idea! Hope you enjoyed as much I did.
Kisses💚
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gamergoddess003 · 6 months
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Loki Falls In Love
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Summary: Loki came with Thor to Midgard to get Jane for a New Year’s ball on Asgard. When Loki meets Jane’s roommate, he unexpectedly falls in love. (Y/n has lived with Jane for a few months)
Warnings: Adults only! 18+. Fluff with a smutty ending then a little more fluff.
-This is my first story so bare with me. I could’ve made it into 2 parts.
I lost the password to my OG account (gamergoddess98) and this is my new one.
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On Christmas Eve, Jane and y/n were in the living room of their apartment talking about what they wished for Christmas. Jane would talk about how she missed Thor and how she longed to see him again. Looking into Jane’s eyes, y/n confessed that she has never felt real love and how she envies her relationship with Thor.
In the middle of y/n talking, a loud sound appeared outside. The sound was a familiar sound to Jane but y/n has no clue what is to come next.
Jane and y/n run outside, to see two men standing in the snow. Jane runs to Thor and hugs him tightly.. but who’s that with Thor? It was his brother, Loki. He stepped aside as he rolled his eyes at Thor and Jane.
Y/n noticed the dark prince and how handsome he was. She had never felt anything like this before. Her heart fluttered and her face got warm. She didn’t know what to do when Loki’s eyes met hers for just a moment.
“It’s cold, let’s go inside!” Jane suggested.
Once all inside, Thor explained that there was going to be a New Year’s ball at the castle in Asgard. He was here to ask Jane to come with him to the ball, which she excitedly said yes. Thor and Loki would then stay a couple nights on Midgard, leading up to New Year’s Eve.
Over the days, Loki and y/n have gotten to know each other and y/n has yet to confess her feelings for Loki, even though they met only days ago. Loki asked y/n if she would like to come to Asgard with them so she wouldn’t be alone on the holiday.
It was the morning of New Year’s Eve, and it was time to go to Asgard for the ball. They all stood together as a rainbow tunnel beamed down from the sky.
“Welcome to Asgard.” Says Heimdall. “Guards, please escort these two beautiful ladies to be prepared for the ball.
Walking through the corridors, y/n and Jane went into separate rooms for them to get dressed.
After a moment of being in the room alone, a few women enter to dress you and do your hair and makeup. After it was all done, you turn to look in the mirror at the girl you didn’t recognize yourself to be. You were dressed in a beautiful gown, colored in white, gold, and beige. Your hair loosely braided and the ends slightly curled. You had small small white flowers weaved in your hair. The makeup on your face wasn’t too much but just enough to make your eyes pop and your lips kissable.
Later that night, at the time of the ball, standing at the end of the stairs leading to the ball room were Thor, Jane, and Loki. Loki pulled Thor aside.
“I must confess something to you, brother.” Thor looked confused yet also interested. “Ever since we landed on Midgard at Jane’s and I laid eyes upon y/n, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.” Looking at Loki with an eyebrow raised, “Ask her to dance.” “But what if she-“ “Ask her to dance! The worst she could say is no. Besides, she’s gotten to know you over the past few days so-“
Jane interrupts Thor and Loki’s conversation, “She’s so pretty!”
They both turn to look and see y/n walking down from the top of the stairs. She smiles as she sees them. She then makes eye contact with Loki and they both felt their hearts about to burst from their chests.
Thor and Jane notice the two of them locking eyes and not looking away. Thor then patting on Loki’s shoulder before offering Jane his arm as an excuse to walk away and leave the two alone.
Now alone, Loki clears his throat and says “y/n” as he does a slight bow. All y/n could do was smile. So many feelings of butterflies in her stomach and no words to say. They break eye contact as they look away in slight nervousness.
Thinking of what Thor said about asking y/n to dance, it was hard to. He wanted to. He was nervous. He then has an idea.
“Would you like to see the view from the garden? It’s just right through these doors.”
Y/n looked at Loki and shyly nodded yes with a smile that made Loki smile.
Walking outside, y/n’s face lit up to see a beautiful garden with flowers of plenty and paths to walk upon. Loki led y/n to the spot he mentioned and from there, you could see the whole garden, and the clear night-time sky.
As y/n was looking into the Asgardian night sky, she says “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” Loki then looks at her (y/n still looking into the distance) and pauses. He’s mind racing about his feelings for her. He turns to y/n and says “I’ve seen this sky over a thousand times and yes it is indeed beautiful….but not as beautiful as you.”
Y/n’s heart sake to her stomach and her eyes widened as she looks away from the sky and looked into Loki’s eyes. For a moment, y/n was excited but then she looked away with a slightly saddened look upon her face. Loki, noticing her expression, he is concerned so he asks what’s wrong.
“You’re a prince. You’ve been here thousands of years. I know you’ve been with many woman in the past and I don’t want you to see me as one of them.”
Loki turns to look y/n in the eyes. “Those women meant nothing to me. Ever since I laid my eyes upon you in Midgard, I’ve had this.. feeing..” Loki pauses and looks away, “and I’ve never felt like this before.”
Y/n looks at Loki with a welcoming smile. “I feel the same way.”
Thor and Jane walk out the doors that lead to the garden and see Loki and y/n standing together in the garden, too far away to hear what they are talking about. Jane tugs Thor’s arm as they both see Loki hold out his hand to y/n and bring her hand to his lips to lay a soft kiss upon her knuckles. Excited for the two love birds, Thor and Jane decide to stay and watch from afar.
Loki, holding y/n’s hand, asked “Would you care to have this dance?” for they can hear the slow music lingering from the castle. Y/n smiled and nodded yes.
Loki adjusted her hand in his and placed his other hand on her hip. Dancing to the music, all they could do was stare into each other eyes and smile from the happiness they’re sharing together. After a short while, suddenly, Loki twirled y/n in a circle then pulled her in close. The next thing y/n knows, her body was pressed against his and his face was inches from hers. He looked y/n in the eyes then slowly lowers his face down to plant a kiss on her lips.
Drowning in her first kiss with Loki, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her in his arms as their kiss was still, yet long. Once the kiss broke, he rested his forehead on hers and said softly “I wish I found you centuries ago.” At loss for words, y/n smiles and lays her head on his chest.
Holding each other, both looking off into the distance, moments went by before Loki said the most unexpected thing.
“If only you could.. if you could stay here, and live thousands of years, I would ask you to marry me.” He blushed as y/n looked up at him. “I would love to spend the rest of my life with you… a hundred years or a thousand, I could look into your eyes forever.”
Loki then knelt down on one knee and used his magic to conjure up a ring. Holding the gold and emerald ring, he takes y/n by the hand and says “I know we’ve only known each other for a few days but it feels like I’ve known you much longer. Will you marry me?” Y/n grew a big smile on her face and happily said yes. He slipped the ring on her finger and stood up to hug her tight.
The clock strikes midnight and Loki kisses his princess to be. Thor then acts as if he and Jane weren’t standing there, watching nearly the whole time and calls Loki. The two break the kiss and look up at Thor in embarrassment then step away from each other. Loki holds out his arm and it is taken by y/n and they walk back to the castle to meet with Thor and Jane.
Thor looks to Loki and says “Father would like to speak with you.” Thor and Loki then make their way to speak with the King, leaving Jane and y/n by themselves. With the night getting late, Jane and y/n make their way back to their rooms. Instead of Jane leaving y/n at her room and going on to hers, she walked in behind y/n and looked at her with a big smile on her face.
“What?” Y/n says to Jane.
“How was your walk with Loki?”
“It was a dream come true! I don’t know what to make of it! He…” y/n looks down at the ring on her finger. “He asked me to marry him.” She holds up her hand to show the ring to Jane. “I don’t know what to do. My life is only but a small moment in time when compared to his life. He wants me to be his forever but my forever isn’t his forever.”
All Jane could do was smile in excitement. She seemed to know things that y/n didn’t. Y/n was still unaware that Thor and Jane were watching her and Loki in the garden.
(Cut to Loki and Odin)
“Loki! You offered your hand to a mortal! Her life is not worth the time. You need to be seeking a maiden here on Asgard.” Odin sternly said at Loki.
“Father, I feel great love for this woman and I want to spend every moment with her! I- I don’t care how short her life is compared to mine! I love her!”
Odin knowing his son Loki and knowing he doesn’t just feel love for someone, stops to think. He then shares an old spell that is forbidden to use. This spell doesn’t give eternal life but it makes the person live the lifespan of a god or goddess.
“Father, are you saying that you accept y/n to be here? To be a part of the family? To live long here with us?” Loki asks.
“Yes, my son. You seem happy. More happy than ever.”
A guard escorts y/n into the room where Loki and Odin were. Odin and Loki then proceed to explain the spell to y/n and she becomes so happy knowing that she’ll be able to be with Loki for thousands of years.
Weeks go by after the spell had been cast and the day of their wedding had arrived. The throne room was filled with many people. Odin sat in the throne as Loki stood just feet away from him at the end of a clear aisle.
The room fell silent when Odin stood up. Wedding music started to play and everyone turned their heads towards the door. Loki froze at the sight of his bride in her wedding dress. He was both excited and nervous. Y/n approaches and stands in front of Loki. The two say their vows and seal their marriage with a kiss. Loki and y/n, hand in hand, walk down the aisle and off to their honeymoon.
Loki and y/n wanted to be traditional and save themselves until after the wedding. They have yet to enter each others room or do anything more than a kiss. And for the first time, they both enter Loki’s bedroom.
Y/n walks in and takes a look around. Colors of black and green with hints of gold fill his room. She steps towards the bed and reaches out to feel the silky emerald blanket spread neatly across the soft mattress.
*Click* You turn to see that Loki has locked the bedroom door. He starts walking towards y/n with a devious smirk on his face. He walks up to y/n, grabs her waist, and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. Y/n closes her eyes, taking in the kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and he takes her veil and tosses it on a chair.
Loki pulls away from the kiss slowly to gaze into her eyes. While keeping eye contact, he slowly glides his hands to her lower back, tugging at the strings that laced up her dress. Y/n started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Within moments, Loki had finished unlacing her dress. He goes in for another kiss as he slides the dress off her shoulders and it falls to the floor, along with his shirt. Now they are both free to move around more.
Passionately kissing y/n, Loki slides his large hands down her back and onto her ass. He then pulls her up onto him and she wraps her legs around him. Still holding her and kissing her, he sits on the bed. Hands now free as she sits on his lap, he unclips her bra and tosses it aside. Feeling his way up her bare back, he untangles his fingers in her hair and lightly pulls to the side. He lays a hot kiss on her neck. Y/n feels a wave of warmth and tingles throughout her body and starts to slightly grind on him. He lets out a soft moan before gently biting her neck.
Holding her, he stands up and turns around, laying y/n on the bed. She sits up on her elbows and watches as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. Y/n can see how big and hard he is through his underwear. He leans over her on the bed and goes in for a romantic kiss, his hand investigating her chest. Loki starts to kiss her down her jawline and onto her neck. His hands continue to investigate her and she lets out a slight gasp once his fingertips found their way to her panty line.
He stops kissing her neck and looks at her with a hungry smile. He kissed down her neck and across her breast and stomach. Even though he could use magic, he used his teeth to grab her underwear and pulls them off. Y/n sits her head up to look at him when suddenly she throws her head back onto the bed.
“Ohhhh Lokiii” she moans softly. He pressed his lips on her clit, giving it a sweet kiss before slowly sliding his tongue into her folds. He got a good taste and then dove back in. He was hungry for her juices and he loved how wet she already was for him. The movements of his silver tongue made her go wild.
“I’m about to cum, Loki!” She moans. He stops and she looks up at him smiling at her, knowing it was torture that he didn’t let her finish.
“Not yet. You’re mine. You cum when I want you to.”
It slightly frustrated y/n but what else would you expect from the God Of Mischief.
He stood up and pulls his underwear down. Completely exposed, y/n gets a chill down her spine and she mentally prepares to take in every inch of him. Loki leans over y/n, his face close to hers, and places his tip right on her entrance. He begins to tease her by rubbing his tip around in her wetness and she starts to squirm.
“Please, Loki, please! I can’t take it any longer. I want you. I want all of you!” Y/n whines.
There it was again. That devious look in his eyes. And without words, he slowly starts to slide himself inside her. She gasps and her eyes widen as she takes in the god. Tears start to form in her eyes after realizing that he was much bigger than expected.
Loki whispers into y/n’s ear, “That’s the face I wanted to see.” He puts a hand over her mouth and said “shh” for he knew he was about to make her want to scream. He started to thrust slowing into her, making her moan, until he suddenly started going faster. He got rough with her. Tears fall from her eyes as she tries to scream into his hand covering her mouth. The pain was a good pain.
“Please let me cum!” She begged. He then started to pound into her wet hole harder and faster.
“LOKI!!!!” Y/n screamed her prince’s name as she reached her climax. He quickly pulled out and came into a bin next to his bed.
He conjured up a towel with his magic and began to clean the mess of y/n’s bodily fluids off of him and her. As he wiped her off with the towel, she thought of how much of a gentlemen Loki was for cleaning her up for her instead of doing it herself.
After he tossed the towel aside, he crawled in bed next to y/n. He pulled the blanket over them both and wrapped his arms around her. He held her and they both relaxed. She melted into her husbands arms. He kisses her on the forehead, then leans his cheek on the top of her head. He was so happy he could finally hold her. She soon falls asleep to the sound of his heart beat.
“I love you, y/n. I will love you forever.”
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crowsoundsonly · 5 months
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can i join you?
pair: soft!loki x fem!reader
word count: 1.5k
summary: loki takes really good care of you on your period :')
warnings: nudity but nothing graphic! mentions of periods and period blood, ooc!loki honestly because i wanted him to be mega soft and sweet
a/n: hey guys! i wrote this a minute ago and am impulsively posting it because i am too tired to proofread it lol. it is just super self indulgent and everything i needed today so i hope it is what you need today :)
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Your day had been plagued with one unfortunate event after the other, the crowning jewel of the ugly tiara you wore being the surprise arrival of your period. You didn’t expect it for another week, and it struck with a vengeance, worse than you have experienced in years. Wanting to simply crawl in bed with your favorite book, you manage to make it through the day and to the rest you ached for.
Curled up in a ball with the lights low and book in hand, you hear footsteps and a knock on the door. You call out, “Come in!” not wanting to remove yourself from the comfortable position you finally found. The door clicks open and you throw a glance over your shoulder when the footsteps near the bed.
“Hey, love,” Loki says softly, swiftly moving to lay on his side in the empty space beside you.
You hum and smile, happy that he decided to stop by your apartment. “Hey,” you whisper back, sighing as he reaches over to stroke your cheek, obviously sensing that you are not feeling well.
“How was your day?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“Not the best, but that’s okay. There’s always tomorrow, right?”
You find yourself often trying to hide yourself from Loki, not wanting to burden him with your mortal trivialities. He has never given you a reason to think that he does not want to hear about them, but you can’t help but feel that he would not be interested. 
At your words, he eyes you suspiciously, sensing rather acutely that you are downplaying your struggles, and asks “What happened?”
“Things were just not going my way today, that’s all. And I don’t feel very good. I,” you paused, considering telling him why. You figure that he is thousands of years old, so he is not unaware of the condition, so you finish your sentence. “I started my period.”
He sighs in sympathy, reaching out again to stroke your side. 
“Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” he asks, continuing to run soothing fingers over your hip, slipping his fingers under your shirt to skim over your stomach. “Have you showered yet? That might help.”
You shake your head as your eyes fall closed at the feeling of his cool knuckles brushing below your navel. He leans in to kiss you softly as he continues to massage your stomach gently before pulling away and grabbing the book from your hands. “Come on,” he says, linking his fingers in yours, tugging you off of the bed and into the bathroom. 
“Can I join you?” his voice comes out more tender than you have ever heard it. All the bite in his voice seeps away when he talks to you, a low and gentle tone replacing it.
You consider his words. It won’t be the first time he has seen you naked, but you feel gross and bloated. But, you think about his fingers in your hair, massaging your body as the warm water patters over your shoulders which outweighs your thoughts of apprehension.
“Please,” you nod.
Loki smiles at your response and begins helping you get undressed. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, he pulls it over your head, dropping it to the floor beside you. Nothing about this feels sexual, but everything about this feels intimate. He is not rushed at all, seemingly enjoying comforting you in the best way he knows how at the moment. He helps you unhook your bra as you start shimmying out of the pajama pants you had thrown on as soon as you stepped through the door of your apartment. 
You move to turn on the water in the shower, leaving your panties on until you are ready to hop in, not keen on having blood drip down your legs and over the floor in front of your boyfriend. You can hear him removing his own clothing behind you. When he finishes, he hugs you from behind, tucking his nose into the crook of your neck as you wait for the water to heat up. With every touch, he can feel you relax into him.
When you deem the water ready, you slip out of your panties and into the spray of the water, Loki trailing in behind you. You moan at the feeling of the warm water hitting your skin, and you can hear Loki chuckle at the sound. Cheeks heating, you turn to have your back to him, facing the shower of water. 
“Sorry, love. I’m not laughing at you,” Loki says as he reaches for the shampoo, “I love seeing you happy and feeling better.”
With shampoo lathered between his palms, he reaches into your hair, massaging his way over your scalp, fingernails scratching ever so slightly. Another moan falls from your lips at the sensation. You whisper his name, almost reverently, your mind thinking of nothing but the feeling of his hands on you. He guides you to turn around and rinse out your hair under the water, his hands helping the suds rinse out. Your hands find his torso, your grasp on him rooting you to reality.
Loki continues to gently and carefully wash your hair before grabbing the bar of soap, lathering it between his hands. His hands glide over your back, tracing your spine to the small of your back, massaging there for a moment. You brace yourself against the wall of the shower, your head falling against the tile. His hands push their way over your shoulders and down your arms before tugging you to turn around. He lathers more soap in his palms and smooths his hands over your chest, thumbs flicking over your sensitive breasts, causing you to arch into him ever so slightly. 
At this, he leans in for a chaste kiss, pouring his tenderness into it, expressing how much he loves you in such a simple action. Loki breaks away to kneel in front of you, placing a soft kiss to your hip, skimming his palms over your stomach. He lathers more soap then sweeps his hands down your legs, rinsing away the pink trails on the inside of your thighs. 
You marvel at his willingness to take care of you so keenly, not bothered by the blood, by the way your body has changed because of your period, or your lack of desire for intimacy in the way you normally express it. He seems completely content in attending to you without any hint of want of anything in return.
When he is finished, he stands again, finding your lips, enjoying the sigh you let out when he does. You weave your hands into his hair, intending to do the same thing to him what he just did to you. Loki, suspecting this, stills your hands with his own, whispering, “It’s okay. This was just for you. Let’s get out and get you back in bed.”
His words cause tears to well in your eyes, his tenderness and your hormones getting the better of your emotions. He kisses your cheek then steps out of the shower, reaching for the towels in the cupboard. 
“Loki, I forgot to get a new set of underwear,” you say as he wraps you up in the towel. “I don’t want to drip on the carpet.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” he says before padding away to fetch you clean panties. He returns with your most comfortable pair and fresh pajamas, practically reading your mind.
“How did you know this is my period pair?” you ask with a laugh in your voice, holding up the underwear, too comfortable at this point to care about sounding ridiculous. He did just spend the last twenty minutes tenderly attending to you in the shower, so you think that you have unlocked a new level in your relationship.
“I pay attention, you know,” he replies slyly, “I’ll let you finish up.” With that he leaves the bathroom, closing the door. You sigh, already feeling leagues better than you did an hour ago. You wonder how you are so lucky as to be allowed to see this side of Loki which is so gentle, kind, and attentive. 
When you are ready, you go to lay back down in bed, finding Loki already dressed and waiting for you beneath the covers. You tuck yourself into his side and wrap around his torso, hooking a leg over his. 
“Thank you,” you whisper into his neck.
“You’re welcome, love. Anything for you” Loki hums, pulling you closer while reaching to grab your favorite book from your nightstand. He flips it open to the bookmarked page, and begins reading aloud. You close your eyes, enjoying the sound of his voice, and before long, you are fast asleep in his arms. 
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blackleatherjacketz · 5 months
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Part of You
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Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ Only, Explicit Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink
“Shhh, just a little more,” he encourages as you gasp and clench down around him, the bass in his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he pushes himself in even farther.
Your breath hitches as he forces that pressure to expand, the slick remnants of your previous orgasm allowing him to smoothly enter through that tight ring of muscle that hasn’t been explored until now. Sure, he’d prepped you with his fingers before; assuring you with that silver tongue of his that it would fit just perfectly before making you see stars behind the darkness of your eyelids. It’s a feeling you can’t quite place, tiptoeing a line somewhere between pleasure and pain as he excites the nerves deep in your somatic tissue with unwavering confidence.
“You’re taking me so well, darling.” He praises you as your hands frantically grasp at his chest and shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as you have to remind yourself to take another breath. He smirks and presses his thumb over your blissfully soaked clit as he continues on, sending more bursts of pleasure through your body as it takes him in, writhing beneath him until he bottoms out. “That’s it, just breathe and relax. Let me become a part of you.”
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sarahscribbles · 6 months
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤: 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟓𝐤
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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You know you’ve danced with the devil before you even enter your bedroom.
The double doors to the room are shut, but Loki’s displeasure seems to permeate from within, making the air in the hallway feel heavy and sending your heart thundering within your chest. He hadn’t appreciated the little game of cat and mouse that you had initiated at Nat’s birthday party - something that was all too clear when he skulked from the room an hour ago - and now you’re left to wonder if you’ve sorely miscalculated by trying to play the God of Mischief at his own game.
You had only wished to provoke him into some angry sex against the nearest horizontal surface - and maybe again against a flat one for good measure - but now? Now, you’re running through a list of what might be waiting for you on the other side of the doors
Loki, afterall, has punished you for less - the thought of which sends a shiver down your spine and a pleasant tingle between your thighs. 
When you finally push open one side of the doors, you step into a room in shadow. The only light in the room comes from the twin lamps that adorn your separate bedside cabinets, but it’s enough to see Loki sat in the chair by the bottom of the bed. One long leg is crossed over the other and a book is lying open across his lap, though you know he isn’t reading it. He doesn’t look up at the sound of the door snapping closed in the latch, or at your footsteps on the wooden floors. 
Oh. 
His silence is unnerving and makes your stomach flip in excited trepidation. He knows exactly what he’s doing in dragging this out, knows exactly how to play with your mind as expertly as he plays with your body. His soul is bound to yours, and it’s one thing he’ll always use to his advantage. 
It’s only when you begin to noticeably fidget that he decides to speak. 
“I do hope you didn’t leave the party because of me, darling.” You hear his deep voice purr while attempting to unbuckle the strap of your heels. It doesn’t budge no matter what you do, and you’re suddenly very aware of the heavy weight of Loki’s gaze resting on you. “No. They stay on.”
A brief pulse of irritation surges through you. “Loki, it’s been hours. I need -,” you begin, but the sound of his book slamming closed silences you instantly. 
Oh shit.
“It has been hours,” he replies, his voice deadly but still smooth as silk. “Hours since I last saw you at the beginning of the celebrations. Now, why would that be?”
Your painted lips quirk in the beginning of a smile, but you’re quick to bite it back. “I was only playing the game that you’re always to eager to start, my prince,” you reply sweetly, making sure to flutter your eyelashes at him. 
Loki’s gaze doesn’t leave you, and the brat slowly awakening inside you refuses to back down. You raise an eyebrow and you swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch.
“I wasn’t in the mood for games, darling,” he says quietly. “I had an entire evening planned for you. One that would only end when your voice was hoarse.” 
That same tingle of anticipation, of promise, sizzles to life between your thighs again and sets your blood on fire. 
“Maybe if you had worn a different suit I might have been interested,” you reply breezily, not missing the slight narrowing of his eyes. 
“By all means, continue to be a brat, darling. You’re only succeeding in prolonging your punishment.” His voice wraps around soft as velvet, but with just enough of an edge that you know he means it. 
“Oh, no! What are you going to do, Loki? Fuck me into the mattress? Please, have mercy!” you tease him because you love nothing more than digging your own grave. 
Loki lifts the book from his lap - an elaborate hardcover that you bought him the previous Christmas - and lets it fall from his hands to the floor, the resounding thump echoing that of your own heartbeat.
“Over here. Now,” he says.
The commanding timbre of his voice lights a fire in your veins - he’s fully committed to being dominant tonight, but, unfortunately for him, you’re equally committed to being a brat. 
His eyes roam over you as you cross the room, taking in every inch - or lack of inches - on the little black dress you’re wearing. He doesn’t stop until his eyes reach your feet, still locked in your heels by his magic, and you swear you see the bastard smirk. 
Loki leans back in the chair, spreading his thighs obscenely wide while he rests one elbow on the armrest. The other is dangling loosely over the side as he appraises you like you’re a prized portrait he’s considering purchasing. 
It’s predatory and hungry, but it only makes your cunt throb. 
Elegant fingers toy with his lips as he continues to watch you, but they don’t hide the smirk that’s only grown across his handsome face. “I thought you had realised by now, darling,” he purrs, shifting his hips so you can see the faint bulge at the front of his trousers. “You don’t stand a chance of ever winning these little games.”
“Who said the game is over?” you reply, surprised at how sassy you’ve managed to sound. 
Loki’s eyes smoulder as he looks at you, a roaring flame of arousal and determination reflected back at you. The intoxicating feeling of seeing so clearly what you do to him is something you’ll never grow tired of. 
“Me,” he says simply.
It’s one word, one tiny word, but it squashes out any remaining push back that was in you. The game is over and you lost. 
You feel a sudden pressure at your back, enough to startle you before you realise he’s using his seidr to push you towards him. Each step is one that’s out of your control, and you hit his knees at the same time he reaches out to easily maneuver you across them, resting a strong arm across your upper back to hold you in place. 
“God of Overreacting much?” you huff quietly, something that earns you a firm smack to your ass. You’re still covered by the soft material of your dress, so it doesn’t hurt much, just enough to make you fall silent.
For now.
Loki’s cool fingers dance along your bare thigh, back and forth, back and forth, sending a pleasant tingle shooting through your lower stomach. His touch has the power to both ground you and excite you, it’s comforting and electrifying.
It’s Loki.
“Are you going to continue being a brat? Or are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?” he asks quietly.
Those sinful fingers are still ghosting over your skin in a silent threat, almost daring you to give a contrary answer. “I’ll be good,” you answer because, truthfully, what other choice do you have?
Loki releases a hum of approval. “Good girl,” he purrs, using one skilled hand to slide the hem of your dress over the swell of your ass. “Nothing underneath, darling? My, my, what were you hoping for this evening?” 
He’s given you the perfect opening, one that you can’t pass up even though you know you’ll regret it. Loki will make sure of that. “To see if what everyone says about Bucky’s metal arm is true,” you reply. 
You know you’ve waved a red flag to a bull, and it’s only confirmed when Loki’s hand comes down again in a decidedly harder smack. This time, it’s enough to make you hiss quietly in pain. 
“Continue to be a brat and you’ll have no release tonight. Understood?” His tone is firm, leaving no doubt that he will deny you if you push him any further.
With your orgasm potentially on the line, you’re quick to answer him. “Yes, Loki,” you reply obediently, submissively. 
Above you, all you can hear is the deep, steady sound of his breathing and the barely perceptible rustle of his clothing. The uncertainness is tantalisingly teasing, especially with how his hand is slowly caressing your ass in a wordless promise of what’s to come. 
It’s enough to have you clenching desperately around air. 
“How many, darling, hmm?” he asks finally, mischief dripping like honey from every syllable. 
It’s a cruel game he plays with you. If you guess too low, he’ll double your answer, but if you guess too high, he’ll call you his little masochist and follow through gladly. 
Because Loki can be a bastard when the mood strikes him. 
“Ten?” you answer slowly, feeling your heart thudding in your chest with anticipation. 
There’s a beat of silence after you speak, long enough that a cold fear begins to weave through you. You’ve guessed too low. You played it safe and any second you’re going to hear that velvet laugh of his before he mocks you.
Maybe, if he’s feeling particularly sadistic, he’ll make you beg for more. 
When he finally speaks, you release a quiet breath of relief. “Ten aside? I’m inclined to agree with you, dove,” he concedes. 
You bite your tongue. You hadn’t meant ten aside, but you know he’s being merciful, and you’re in no position to tease the dragon tonight. You swallow a whimper and brace for the force of his hand, but as the seconds keep ticking by, it still doesn’t come. He’s playing with you, making you wonder and wait, so that when his hand lands firm and fast against your ass, you can’t help the sharp shriek of shock that escapes you. 
“Count, darling,” Loki warns. “And remember to thank me.” 
You take a breath, steadying yourself now that the initial shock is waning. “One. Thank you, Loki.” 
Your ass stings in the aftermath, crying out for Loki’s cool soothing touch, but he refuses to give you it. Instead, his skilled fingers dip between your thighs to expertly tease your clit. 
“Good girl,” he praises you, all while you’re quietly moaning at how good his touch feels, even going so far as to try and spread your legs. Loki only chuckles. “I don’t think so, darling,” he teases and removes his hand. 
A mewl of discontent slips past your lips before you can stop it. “Please, Loki,” you plead, rocking your hips against his knees in a vain search for friction. 
He doesn’t answer nor entertain your plea, instead only brings his hand down sharply again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh seems to echo around the room, but it doesn’t mask the sound of your pained groan. 
“Two. Thank you, Loki,” you hastily find your voice. It hurts more than you thought it would, but you’re also wetter than you thought you would be. 
His little masochist indeed.
The next few are rained down so rapidly that you don’t get even a second to recover. They’re swift and so firm that you won’t be surprised if there’s an outline of Loki’s hand on your ass tomorrow morning. He isn’t going easy on you tonight, and it doesn’t take long until your ass is burning and the occasional tear is slipping down your cheeks.
He pauses after seven to let you catch your breath, blessedly caressing your skin to soothe the burn, though you know without a doubt he’s taking the time to admire his handiwork. The coolness of his touch feels so heavenly that you’re almost whining when it leaves to dip back between your thighs. 
“You’re doing so well, dove. I’m very proud of you,” he murmurs gently, teasing your clit until the first faint stirrings of an orgasm begin to lurch to life. “Only three more, but, I must warn you, they’ll be the most difficult.” 
Just like that, his fingers are gone, and you have to fight the overpowering urge to beg for him. As much as he enjoys it, you know he won’t waver tonight. You release a breath and nod, only partially hearing Loki’s “good girl” before his hand connects with your ass again. The force of it is enough to make you cry out and grit your teeth.
It also makes the ache between your thighs multiply tenfold. 
“Eight. Thank you, Loki,” you say shakily. It stings so bad, but you’re determined to see it out to the end. You’re determined to be his good girl. 
His hand leaves again, only to land with equal force on the same spot as before. Your ass has never hurt so badly. 
“Fuck!” You curl your hands into fists and groan. “Nine. Thank you, Loki.” 
You wait nervously for the final one. You know he’s going to make it the worst, the one that will likely leave a colourful bruise in its wake, and the anticipation has your stomach doing summersaults. 
But when that final smack comes, it’s barely more than a love tap to your ass. 
Your entire body deflates gratefully. “Ten. Thank you, Loki,” you finish. 
As quickly as it started, your punishment is over. The heavy weight of Loki’s arm is lifting from your upper back and he’s easily gathering you up and twisting you around so you’re straddling him. Without a word, he’s wiping the last of your tears away with the soft pads of his thumbs. 
“There’s my good girl,” he says softly, now cradling your face in his hands. “I’m so very proud of you, my darling.” 
His praise has a golden warmth bubble happily in your core. Your sore ass is entirely worth it if Loki calls you his good girl. 
“I’m sorry for avoiding you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, love,” you say quietly. You are sorry - you know how quickly Loki’s mind can feed him lies out of something innocent, and you never want to be the source of any of his hurt. 
He hushes you and, before you can draw breath, he’s pulling you into a kiss. It’s slow but hungry, soft but filled with all the raw desire for you that’s pulsating through his blood. You wrap yourself around him easily, twisting your hands into those silky curls and losing yourself to the taste of him. 
Your god, your Loki. 
His hands drift to cup your ass, and you can’t stop the grateful hum against his lips at that soothing coolness. It’s something that Loki doesn’t miss, and you feel him smile into your kiss. 
“Would you rather this? Or would you rather I reward you for your exemplary behaviour?” he teases, smirking wickedly at you as his hands continue running over your ass. 
You pretend to think. “What does this reward entail?” you ask coyly. 
“It entails you and I in that bed for the next few hours,” he says, leaning in to begin placing tiny kisses along the column of your neck.
You hum while his lips continue to travel along your neck and across your collarbone. “I’ll take it.”
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simplyholl · 8 months
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Out of My System Pt 5
Summary: Loki doesn’t understand Thor’s attraction to Midgardians. Until he meets you.
Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.
W/C: 1.9K
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The midnight pool party was all you could talk about. You decided to wear the tiny, red bikini you had only wore around the compound. And only in front of people you were extremely comfortable with. Nat bought a black one just like it, so you could match for the party. It helped you to feel less self conscious too.
Everyone who was anyone would be in attendance tonight, including Tony’s nephew Ben. You went on one date with him a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t anything serious. You still texted with him sometimes. It was mostly flirting, nothing too deep. He was attractive, but you couldn’t see yourself with him long term. Maybe that’s just what you needed right now, some fun.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the small garment made you look. You fluff your hair one last time before walking down the hallway to meet up with Nat.
Loki’s mind hadn’t stopped racing since the kiss that almost was. He had made up a million different plans to seduce you. Each of them worse than the last. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. Under usual circumstances, he could get a woman out of her panties without so much as talking to her.
He just turned on the charm and they fell at his feet. But he had never seduced a mortal before, had never wanted to. He couldn’t figure out the hold you had on him. He knew Fiona was right. He was merely curious. Once he had you in his bed, the spell you had on him would be broken.
The music blared out of the speakers. Most of the guys were jumping into the pool. Steve was grilling by the side of the compound. You and Natasha were dirty dancing on everyone who came over to you. You were laughing and smiling so much, your cheeks hurt.
Loki watched as you danced with Ben Stark. You were wearing that red bathing suit that was often the subject of his fantasies. Loki wasn’t jealous. He just wished it was him you were dancing with instead.
The song changed and you ran over to Natasha, both of you screaming about the song choice. Nat sat in one of the lounge chairs. You crawled on top of her grinding against her in time with the music. The Ying Yang Twins was the artist playing. Loki recalled Lang introducing it to him months prior, so he would be familiar with Midgardian music. A classic, he had called it.
Loki couldn’t take his eyes off you. You made eye contact with him. He looked away too quickly, failing to hide that he was staring. He saw you say something to Natasha. You crawled out of her lap, and walked towards him.
“Hey Loki, can we talk for a minute?” He nodded, scooting over on his blanket to make room for you to sit beside him. “You’ve been weird with me since field day. I just wanted to know why.”
“I haven’t meant to behave strangely with you. I apologize.” He’s looking at the other party goers instead of you. “I thought you were going to kiss me.” That gets his attention. He whips his head toward you.
“I wanted you to. I replayed it over and over again in my head. I thought I misread the situation. It’s so hard to read you. I never know what’s on your mind. Tell me what you want, Loki.”
A sigh escapes him. He pushes a stray hair behind your ear. “I want you.” It seems like a weight has been lifted off him with that confession. You’re feeling more confident now. “Then have me. What’s stopping you?”
He leans in cupping your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His lips meet yours with more softness than you expected. You could tell he’s holding back. You deepen the kiss, climbing into his lap. Your hands travel the length of his back.
You pull him as close as you can. You’re the first to break the kiss. You sink your teeth into his neck. With a primal growl, he flips you over onto your back. He traps you with his bulky body. He nips your earlobe, his large hands covering your breasts.
You squirm underneath him trying to rub yourself against him, desperate for friction. He laughs wickedly, looking down at your trapped legs held captive by his own. You feel his hard length pressed against you. You slip your hands in his swimming trunks taking him between your eager hands.
You pump him once, twice. He says your name through gritted teeth wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you. “Slow down, love. We have all night.”
You find yourself in Loki’s apartment pinned to his door. Your wandering hands take in every inch of hardened muscle as he feverishly kisses you. “We shouldn’t do this.” Loki murmurs against your neck. You let out a shaky breath. He’s right, you shouldn’t but you don’t care. You’ll deal with the consequences later. Tonight all you want is him.
“My forbidden fantasy.” He whispers as he cups your breasts. His fingers slide under your bikini top finding your pebbled nipples. You arch into him. “Tell me to stop.” His voice is barely audible. It sounds almost like he’s begging you.
“I can’t, Loki. I want this so badly. I want you. Don’t you want this?” He continues tugging your nipples. “I want this more than my next breath. I’ll have you just this night.” He lifts you, carrying you to his bed. He places you gently on the satin sheets.
“Since this is all I get of you, if this is the only time we are together this way, I’m going to savor it. Every inch of you. Everything you have to offer.” He pulls on the flimsy fabric of your top. The material snaps in his powerful hand.
He lowers his head to your chest taking a hardened peak into his mouth. He settles between your legs, removing the rest of your bikini. He presses a soft kiss to your thigh. You are almost shaking with anticipation.
He dives right in, flattening his tongue against you. He fastens his lips around your clit gently sucking. Your hands tangle in his dark curls. You hold his head as if it’s the only thing keeping you here on Earth. You’re sure if you let go, you would float away.
He moves his hot muscle in quick flicks over your clit. One of his hands finds your chest, rolling a nipple between skilled fingers. The other is on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. He swirls his tongue in a pattern that blurs your vision. You writhe against his face as you explode.
He looks up at you, his lips turned upward in a cocky grin. He’s never been more attractive than right now. Propped between your legs, his mouth covered in your arousal. “I need more.” He states with all the seriousness he can muster. He spreads your trembling thighs once more.
His tongue parts your swollen folds, gliding through you with ease. Loki is ravenous. He eats you like you’re the first meal he’s had in weeks. His face is pressed to you so closely, you’re not sure how he’s even breathing. You know he is from the moans coming from between your legs. He’s not satisfied until you come a second time.
He lays his head on your thighs letting you catch your breath. You play with the messy curls splayed against you. “I’m glad you don’t want to make this a regular thing. If we did this often, I would fall in love with you.” You’re joking, but there is a lot of truth to it. You laugh, but his expression changes as if he is really contemplating your words.
He places a tender kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I’m not capable of love, darling. But if I was…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing into you slowly. You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. He rocks into you with slow, deep thrusts. You buck against him, needing more.
“My needy girl, perhaps you would like this better.” You gasp as he suddenly flips you. His back is now the one against the mattress. You grind down on his lap. You decide to try something different, swaying forward and back. Loki watched intently.
“Sorry. This probably isn’t doing anything for you, is it?” You pause your movements waiting for his answer. “This is everything. I want you to take your pleasure from me.” He grips your hips, rocking you back and forth on his hard cock. The angle hits your g-spot, causing you to cry out his name. You grip his shoulders for support. He continues controlling your movements until you shatter once more.
Loki finds his place on top of you claiming you again. He handles you like you’re the most delicate, precious thing in the world to him. Like he’s afraid you will break with one wrong move. He slips his hand between you, his finger tracing your clit. He sinks into you deeper burying his face against your neck.
You claw at his back, moaning his name with each tilt of his hips. “Can you come for me once more, love?” You sigh. You’re so exhausted. You think another orgasm might kill you. “I don’t think I can, Loki.” His fingers move faster, in time with his thrusts. “Just one more. Will you try for me?” You confirm that you will. His next movement deliciously brushes your walls, hitting your sweet spot again.
You gasp his name with such longing, it makes his heart soar. You come apart at the same time losing yourselves in each other. He presses gentle kisses to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s it, such a good girl for me.” Once you’ve both come down from your high, he takes his place beside you. You’re smiling so widely you’re sure you resemble a creepy clown.
He smiles back taking in your appearance. Your disheveled hair, the flush of your cheeks. He was sure you’d never been more beautiful. It was like Valhalla having you for the first time. It had never been like this. Then he realized what he feared most was true. Fiona was wrong. He would never get over this. He would never be able to get you out of his system.
You notice his smile falters. You interpret it as him wanting you to leave now that you were done. Even though it couldn’t be further from the truth. “So is this the part where you kick me out and tell me it was all a huge mistake? That you regret it and we can never talk about it again?”
Loki takes your hand in his, entwining your fingers. “I’ve made plenty mistakes in my life, but this is not one. I swear it. I could never regret this, regret you.” He looks at you with such vulnerability. You’d never seen him like this before.
You know he doesn’t actually mean it. He is the god of lies after all. It’s probably something he says to everyone he sleeps with, but it’s too late. His sweet words take root in the depths of your heart, even though they shouldn’t.
He wraps his arms around you, snuggling in to you. You close your eyes, enjoying being this close to him. If this is all you’ll ever have with him, you want it to last.
Loki knows he should let you go. He should leave you and go sleep on his couch, or throw you out like you had suggested. But that only makes him hold you tighter.
Part Six
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mischievousstuff · 6 months
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Lose you twice
Loki x reader
Chapter 2: TVA
Story summary: After losing the love of your life to the mad titan, it seemed like there was no hope for the future. That is, until a rather interesting idea flashes your mind. In this game of love and war, will you be able to bring the love of your life back, or will you lose him twice, because this time? Thanos won't be the problem.
Chapter summary: You’re trapped in the Time Variance Authority with no escape route and now it seems that some strange man who’s obsessed with jet skis needs your help. If you thought that constant dreaming about your passed loved one was bad, you’ve got no idea what kind of a nightmare you just got yourself in.
Warnings: None
Word count: 2605
A/N: Okay so here’s a new chapter! This one is a bit longer than the previous ones, please stay patient because Loki is soon to appear in the story ;) (what can i say? i’m a sucker for slow-burns lol) also feel free to comment what you guys think of the story so far or if I should change anything, I would really like to hear your opinions! <3
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“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the Sacred Timeline. Hands up.”
The woman said. What the hell is going on? Why were they, apparently, arresting you? How did they even know were you are and how are they using those freaking portals? What’s Time Variance Authority? Are they some kind of wizards? Maybe Strange knows them.
“I won’t ask twice, Variant.” The woman spoke up again, annoyed, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glared at her as you slowly reached inside your pocket.
“You’re coming with us.” She said, the men behind her pointing some weird looking instruments that you have never seen before at you. You assumed those were some kind of weapons.
“I’m sorry, who’s ‘us’?” You asked, reaching for the Sonic Taser with your hand, slowly so they don’t notice.
“Last chance, Variant.”
You sniffled as you chuckled at the people in front of you, your patience running thin. Strange could walk in at any given moment and all of this would be ruined, just because of some stupid people dressed in helmets and holding sticks.
“Listen, It’s been a very long day, and I think I’ve had my own fill of wizards telling me what to do, so, if you don’t mind, this is actually your last chance.” You grumbled, finally holding the taser in your hand, ready to click it at any given time. “Now get out of my way.” You growled, now getting frustrated, because who do they think they are?
As you were about to hit the button on the taser, one of the men who were holding those weird looking sticks the entire time swings one at you, hitting you in the face with it. Suddenly, everything moved in slow motion, and you couldn’t move. You were right. That is a weapon.
“You are now moving at 1/16th speed, but feeling all that pain in real time.” The woman said, walking up to you and putting something that seemed to be similar to a collar around your neck. When the collar wrapped around it, you gained your… Normal speed and fell down onto the floor with a grunt. The two men grabbed you and pulled you up on your feet, moving you closer to the orange portal where they walked out just minutes ago.
“Reset the timeline.” The woman said as one of the men put the same weird looking instrument from before on the ground, clicking something on the device. You took one last look at the basement behind you before the men pushed you trough the portal.
Finally stepping out of the portal, you were now standing in a room that seemed to be some sort of a lobby. The woman had a strong grip on you as she pushed you forward, walking trough the room.
“What is this place?” You asked, brows furrowed in both confusion and panic. The woman next to you didn’t say anything, she just kept on walking with you before you two came to a stop in front of what seemed to be a reception section in the middle of the lobby.
You clutched at the collar around your neck, grunting in defeat. She took a hold of your arm again, pushing you forward, towards the reception, a man sitting behind a desk eyeing you up and down suspiciously.
“Hello ma’am, uh..” The man muttered, greeting the woman beside you as she handed Strange’s necklace to him. She pulled you with her as both of you started to walk away from the lobby.
“Can you at least tell me what it is?” The man shouted, holding the necklace up in his hand, examining it.
“It’s the Eye of Agamotto! Be very careful with it!” You shouted over your shoulder, grunting as the woman pushed you further away.
“It sounds dumb.” The man mumbled, opening one of the drawers and throwing the necklace inside.
After a long walk, the woman and you came to a stop in front of some sliding doors, as the woman pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open. You turned around, glaring at her.
“Know this.” You say, pointing a finger at her. “You cross me, there will be deadly consequences.” You seethed, pushing your finger against the woman’s shoulder, nudging her slightly. She shot you a sarcastic smile, as the doors opened at last.
“We’ll see.” She mused, and suddenly, you were pushed inside, the doors closing behind you.
You grunted, now left all alone. Where the hell were you? You turned around, eyes squinting in the dark. Suddenly, you could hear movement inside the room. You jumped, frightened when you felt a pinch on your shoulder. You quickly turned around only to be met with… A robot? It had a display and… Hands? The robot reached further as it pulled at your clothes.
“Hey! No! There is no way.” You shouted, pointing your finger at the robot. Suddenly, a smiling face appeared on the display of the robot as it spoke up. “Hold still.” it said, and in a flash, there was a laser coming out of the robot, burning your clothes off. You shrieked, trying to cover your body parts with your hands.
You try to protest, but before you could say anything, the floor under you opened out of the blue, and you fell trough it. When you landed on ground again, you were dressed in some ugly looking uniform. You noticed that it had “TVA” written on it, across your chest. Tilting your head up, you were standing in front of a table, a man sitting behind it, looking at you. You jumped in surprise, not expecting anyone in the room with you.
“Please sign to verify this is everything you’ve ever said.” The man said plainly, pushing a huge pile of papers towards you.
“What?” You breathed, brows furrowing in bewilderment.
After you muttered your words, the machine next to the man whirred. The man took another paper out of the machine, putting it on top with the rest of the pile. “Sign this, too.” He said, again.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” You scoffed, throwing your hands up in the air in disbelief. The machine whirred again, another paper coming out.
“And this.” The man mumbled. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you reached for a pen, signing the paper as you eyed the man sitting in front of you who looked uninterested. When you were finished with signing your name on the paper, you threw the pen back on the table, taking a step back as you crossed your arms over your chest, huffing out in annoyance. Then, all at once, the floor beneath you opened again as you fell trough it, letting out another shriek of surprise.
You immediately got up on your feet, panting as you walked trough a large hallway, guards at every corner of the room. Suddenly, you came to a stop in front of a machine, a guard standing beside it.
“Take a ticket.” the man next to you said. You looked at him, sparing a glance towards the empty room ahead of you, shifting your gaze on the man again.
“I’m literally the only person here.” You stated.
“Take. A. Ticket.” The man muttered, not in a mood for bantering.
You scoffed, offended, pressing a button as a ticket came out of the machine, you took it as you narrowed your eyes at the man, smiling sarcastically at him as you moved trough.
“I shouldn’t even be here..” You mutter to yourself, frustrated. Suddenly, speakers on the walls turned on, and a female voice could be heard.
“Hey there! You’re probably saying ‘I shouldn’t even be here!’ Well, welcome to Time Variance Authority! I’m Miss Minutes, and it’s my job to catch you up before you stand trial for your crimes!” The voice said. You gaped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.“Stand trial for my crimes..?” You murmur. A few minutes later, this Miss Minutes chick walked you trough the whole story of TVA and Variants thing, trying to help you understand the situation better.
“The TVA has stepped in to fix your mistake and set time back on its predetermined path. Now that your actions have left you without a place on the timeline, you must stand trial for your offenses. So sit tight, and we’ll get you in front of a judge in no time. Just make sure you have your ticket, and you’ll be seen by the next available attendant.” Miss Minutes said, disappearing. Your eyes widened as you immediately grabbed at your pockets, searching for your ticket. You breathed a sigh of relief once you felt the ticket in the left pocket of the uniform. Soon enough, you were invited inside the courtroom, standing in front of a podium as you look up at the woman sitting in front of you. You guessed she was the judge.
“Next case, please.” The woman said.
“Y/L/N. Variant Y4490, AKA Y/N Y/L/N, is charged with sequence violation 6-19-88.” A man sitting just a desk below the judge stated. The woman sighed, glancing up from the papers, looking at you.
“How do you plead?” The woman said, looking at you through her glasses. Your eyebrows shot up in shock as you gaped at the judge.
“Excuse me?” You said, scoffing. “Alright- This has been a rather crazy and enjoyable pantomime or whatever it is that is going on here, but I’d really like to go home now, thank you.” You stated as a matter of fact, sarcasm dripping off of your tongue. The woman sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
“Are you guilty or not guilty, miss?”
You sneered at the woman, sighing. “Guilty of wanting to bring the love of my life back? Yes. Guilty of finding all of this incredibly absurd? Yes. Guilty of a crime… Against the Sacred Timeline?” You tsked, smirking. “Absolutely not, you have the wrong person.”
The judge just snorted at you. “Oh really? And who should we have?”
“I suspect, Thanos.” You hummed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“We’re not here to talk about Thanos.” The woman said, planting her fist against the table. Your eyebrow quirked up at this. “No?” You asked.
“No.” The judge stated sternly. “What he did was supposed to happen. You, trying to bring your boyfriend back from the dead with a damn infinity stone was not.”
Before you could reply to this, the woman cut you off. “How do you plead?”
“Guilty… Of this.” You smirked, pulling your Sonic Teaser out that you managed to sneak trough while the robot literally burned your clothes. You hit the button, smirk still plastered on your face. But as soon as it came, it disappeared. Nobody fell to the floor, shaking or paralysed. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you pressed the device again, mumbling something to yourself in disbelief.
“What is she doing?” The woman asked, eyebrow raised as she looked at you struggling.
“Hang on! Any minute now…” You mumbled, growing impatient as you kept on hitting the button of the taser. Still didn’t work.
“I think she’s trying to activate that device and harm us, ma’am.” Someone from behind spoke up.
“Damn! Why doesn’t it work?!” You shouted, angry.
“Weapons? They’re no good in the TVA, miss Y/L/N.” The woman said, clasping her hands on the table as she sighed. “The court finds you guilty and I sentence you to be reset.” The woman said, grabbing the papers again as she put on her glasses, scanning the pages as if nothing even happened.
“Wait- What does that mean? Is that bad? What does it mean?” You breathed out in panic as two guards came up behind you, holding you by your arms. They started pushing you towards some doors as you pushed back, shouting.
“You have no idea what I can do!” You shouted, anger tears now threatening to fall from your eyes. Suddenly, someone spoke up from behind. It was a man, you’ve never seen him before. He got up from his place on the bench as he started talking.
“I… I think I might.. Know what she can do.” The man muttered kind of sheepishly. You squinted your eyes at him, who does he think he is? The man approached the judge at the podium as he whispered at her.
“If you’re thinking what I think you are, that’s a terrible idea.” The woman hushed at the man. You tilted your head as you tried to catch up to what they were saying.
“You don’t understand. She’s the only one who actually knows him. She would be of great help!” The man whisper-shouted. That caught your attention. Him? Who’s him? And why does that man need you to help… Whoever it is that needs to be helped?
At last, the woman huffed something in between her whispering as she straightened back in her seat. “If anything goes sideways, it’s on you.” She said sternly, pointing a finger at the man.
The man nodded eagerly, mouthing a “Thank you” at her, as he turned to look at you, an emotionless expression on his face.
“You’re coming with me.”
“And who are you?” You scoffed as you walked out of the court room, trying to catch up with this mysterious man.
“Agent Mobius.” He turned to look at you, offering you a small smile. “Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?” You muttered, eyeing him suspiciously. He chuckled as he averted his gaze from you. “No, that’s where you just were. I’m taking you some place to talk.” You nodded to yourself, looking at the ground as another question flashed in your mind. “How long have you been here?” The man sighed. “I don’t know. The time passes differently here in the TVA.”
“What?” You asked confused. “You’ll catch up.” The man waved it off as you came to a halt in front of closed doors.
“After you.” The man said, extending an arm to motion you to walk trough the doors. “For the record, this does seem like a you’re-about-to-be-murdered kind of room.” You muttered, eyeing the doors sceptically. The man chuckled again, sighing at you. “Just you wait and see.” The man mumbled to himself as the doors opened and you walked in first. You sighed, eyes trained on the floor as you shook your head in disbelief, speaking up.
“Listen, I know you’re about to interrogate me or something like that, but I don’t thi-“ The moment you raised your eyes to scan the room, it felt as if the whole world stopped spinning for a second. It felt as if your heart sank to your feet. You couldn’t tell if Mobius was talking beside you or not, the ringing in your ears was too loud. Your palms were so sweaty and your breathing was short. You felt as if you were going to pass out. Were you seeing this correctly? Was this real? Was this some kind of a cruel joke on you? You took a step back, shaking your head in disbelief. After finally mustering up some courage, you were able to croak out a broken
“Loki?”
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cultofcarter · 3 months
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Dancing On Our Own
Loki x Reader (Y/N)
Summary: You rope Loki into a new winter tradition.
Warnings: best friends to lovers fluff, brief bits of angst - mention of a family member passing away (not at all graphic), reader has a single mother
WC: ~1.3k
A/N: This is for the @fictive-sl0th Secret Santa Event! My super sweet prompt was “dancing in the snow” from @holdmytesseract. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy it too! Happy Holidays! 
One week before Christmas…
The first time Loki saw you do this from the compound window, he thought he was still under the influence of Asgardian mead from Tony’s party. He couldn’t help but watch with a furrowed brow. Loki knew Midgardians had some interesting traditions around this time of year, but he was pretty sure this wasn’t one of them. A sudden clap to his shoulder broke him from his stupor, as he turned swiftly and met the offender.
“Brother,” Loki grumbled. “Was that really necessary?” Thor chuckled before he answered.
“I called for you a few times, but it seems your attention was captive elsewhere,” Thor followed Loki’s eye line to see you in the snow outside. Noticing the furrow of his expression, Thor continues. “What troubles you?” 
“What is Y/N doing?” Loki asked like a curious child. 
“Well, it appears to be dancing,” Thor explained jovially.
“I know she’s dancing, you oaf. But for what? Or why?” 
“Why don’t you ask? You two have been an inseparable pair, surely she’ll let you in on her…activities.” While Loki rolled his eyes, his heart swelled with pride hearing Thor call you “inseparable.” It was completely accurate; the two of you had been drawn to each other ever since he stepped foot in the compound. He was elated to be able to call you his best friend, even if he desired more. He’d happily take whatever you were willing to give him, even if it meant his curiosities went unanswered. 
Three Days before Christmas…
The pleasant scent of cinnamon and sugar hit Loki right as he sauntered into the communal kitchen. Your phone was set beside you on the kitchen counter, blasting “All I want for Christmas Is You“ while surrounded by various baking ingredients and utensils. Leaning against the fridge, Loki observed with a smirk as you danced around, lost in your own little world. He had always admired you for that; your ability to always be yourself, no matter who was around, was one of the many reasons he gravitated to you over other members of the team. A squeak pulled him out of his thoughts.
”Oh, hey, hi Loki,” you stutter. “Uh, I was just -”
”Please, continue,” Loki smiled softly. “I heard dancing is a very important step in the cookie-baking process, so don't let me interrupt.” He chuckled at your over exaggerated eye-roll.
”Yeah, yeah, yeah. I guess you won't be getting any treats from me then. Find your own  Christmas cookies, bud.” You smiled at him, which emphasized the lack of severity in your threat. Loki felt the shift in the air, as if you were telepathically begging him to act on the tension. He opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by a shout:
“CHRISTMAS COOKIES!!” Sam yelled as he burst into the kitchen, Steve and Thor followed milliseconds later. “You’re the best, Y/N.” You laughed at their antics before you glanced around the kitchen; Loki was gone. You did your best to smile at the remaining team members as they chatted, impatiently waited for the oven timer to release their treats. 
Christmas Eve…
“Y/N, I need to ask you something…a little personal,” Loki commented wearily. As you sat side by side in the compound living room binge-watching your favorite show, you looked over at him with a smirk.
“Did you get another virus on your laptop? Tony’s gonna give you hell again,” you giggled. Loki bit back a smile before his expression sombered again.
“I hope this doesn’t come off as intrusive, so you need not answer if it makes you uncomfortable,” he started, which caused you to tilt your head in confusion. “But I’ve noticed…you seem to be very dedicated to dancing to your holiday songs. Is there a reason?” You blushed slightly, unaware he noticed this pattern of yours.
“Oh…well…” you paused, wondering how to word your answer best. “Christmas was…kind of tough for me growing up. After my dad left, my mom didn’t always have money for presents.” You scrunch your mouth to the side. “But she’d always try to do something for me, even small things like watch a movie with hot chocolate or...or staying up late and dancing to all the cheesy holiday songs.” Loki smiled with you, reminiscing on memories he didn’t even have, but imagined the pure joy and laughter on your face.
“Do you still see her around the holidays?” Loki asked. Your smile faltered slightly.
“She passed away shortly before I moved here,” you admitted. “Car accident.” Loki was stunned. He never remembers you wallowing or shutting yourself away from the team you had just met. It pained him to think you went through a lifetime of grieving all on your own while plastering on the brightest smile in the Nine Realms. He sensed your finality on that particular subject, so he moved on with his questions. 
“No one here has ever joined you?” You chuckled at the innocence in his tone. 
“Honestly, I’ve never asked. I mean c'mon, they’re ‘earth’s mightiest heroes,’ they’ve got more important things to do than worry about one agent.” Just as Loki went to continue, your phone alarm interrupted his train of thought. 
“Oh, crap! I gotta get going, duty calls.” You laugh. “I’ll see you later, Loki!” It was then Loki finally decided how he would be spending his Christmas morning as he smiled at your retreating form.
Christmas morning…
A deep vibrato woke you from the safe haven of your slumber. You recognized the holiday melody from “Silver Bells” echoed somewhere nearby. You rubbed the heaviness from your eyes, only for them to widen at the sight outside your window. Snow lightly danced in the air and along the grass, but only in a very specific area. The same area where Loki was standing, dressed in his coziest emerald green sweater accompanied by a Santa hat that caused you to let a child-like giggle loose. The select few pine trees were all decorated with colorful string lights and silver tinsel. Still stunned, you rush to throw on your favorite Christmas sweater and a clean pair of sweats before sliding on boots to meet your best friend outside. 
“What on earth are you doing?” you half shouted as you made your way over to him.
“I thought it was obvious. I’m celebrating the holiday,” Loki smiled sweetly before he embraced you tightly. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
“Merry Christmas, Loki.” “But you still haven’t really answered the question…”
“This is my gift to you, little one. Surely you won’t make me dance by myself? I might get cold,” Loki teased, not allowing you to retreat too far from him.
“Well, we certainly can’t have that,” you laugh. You closed the small distance between you both, your head rested against his chest with his chin on the top of your head. Both of you followed the melody as you swayed in a circle, your heart beating out of your chest while you felt calm and at ease. 
“I think we should make this a new tradition,” you mumble against his chest. You felt Loki’s chuckle in his chest.
“I will happily dance with you, darling, no matter the occasion,” Loki’s breath hitched as you stared at him with watery eyes and adoration. 
“You’re the best, Loki,” you complimented. The music nearly faded away as you both inched closer to each other’s lips. Loki glanced at you for confirmation, and with a small nod, you pressed your lips together for the first time. It was sweet, slow, and gentle, similar to the snowfall all around you. Loki put his heart out in the cold, but he knew you would always be there to keep him warm.
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thelovelylolly · 5 months
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could you do Loki x princess!reader
they are having arranged marriage, You were expecting seeing someone. You simply look gorgeous on the dress that you’re wearing respectfully. You simply bow as you did look Loki. You two expected to talks going through walks. they may be chemistry together *fluffiness*
(hope you will write it down, thanks so much and have a good day)
Walk in The Gardens
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Summary: Odin arranged you to marry Loki, and you're ready to just get it over with. But what if there was something real between you two? Warnings: fem! reader, not proofread bc im tired, let me know if i missed any! Notes: this request is so cutesy i love it!
You didn't know what to expect when Odin chose you as his son's wife. You were taken to the palace by some royal guards where Frigga met you once you arrived. She was very welcoming and helped prepare you to meet your soon-to-be husband. She chose the perfect dress for you, helped you with your hair and asked you questions about yourself as she got you ready. It was nice, but you just wanted to get the whole marriage over with.
You heard of tales about arranged marriages how the husband and wife at most were friends, but some marriages weren't as simple as that. You didn't want to jump to any conclusions since you hadn't met the prince before, but you were hoping you two could get along enough to stand a marriage.
From what you had heard, Loki was a trickster and lived in his brother's shadow most of the time. He kept to himself, wandering the gardens or reading in the library instead of partying with Thor and his friends. You could respect Loki for that, you'd choose alone time over a party any day. Frigga talked highly about her son, making you feel a bit hopeful for this marriage.
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Frigga led you to the throne room where Odin and Loki were waiting for you. You fiddled with the flowing sleeves of your dress as Frigga opened the door for you. You could feel Odin staring you down as he sat on his thrown, but beside him was Loki. You glanced at the prince and you could tell he was as nervous as you.
You reached the throne, bowing in front of Odin. "Thank you for choosing me, All-Father," you said, still a bit shaky even if you had rehearsed a thousand times in your head.
"Yes, well, my son needs to be wed," Odin replied, his tone uncaring.
He gestured for Loki to go to you. Loki did so and you bowed for him. When you straightened back up, he gently took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles, your face warming at the act.
"I-it's a pleasure to meet you, Loki," you said quietly.
"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, smiling at you. "Would you like to take a walk in the gardens? They're beautiful during the sunset."
"That sounds lovely."
You looped your arm around his and he led you to the gardens.
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He was right, the gardens were beautiful as the sunset. You two kept a slow pace, enjoying the gorgeous flora around you and each other's presence. You two had asked each other the typical questions, about childhood, family, things like that. You found yourself quickly warming up to him and maybe even falling for him. It was hard not to.
You came to a stop when you saw a balcony looking over the land behind the palace. You quickly walked over and stood by the railing, admiring everything as the sun slipped behind the horizon. Loki walked up and stood next to you, and you could feel his eyes on you. You looked over to face him, a small smile pulling at your lips.
"Why are you looking at me?" You asked softly, tilting your head to the side.
Loki blushed and glanced away. "Um, no reason."
You giggled. "I'm surprised Odin had to arrange your marriage. I thought women and men were tripping over themselves to have the chance."
This time, Loki laughed. "I wish it was that way, but no. I don't really...interact with anyone outside of my family and Thor's friends. I prefer to spend my time in the library or out here."
"Well, if you'd let me, I would love to join you," you said.
"I would...enjoy that," he replied, looking back at you.
You felt yourself start to lean closer to him, and him do the same. Your eyes dipped to his lips then back to his eyes. Loki closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss and his touch when he wrapped his arms around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His kiss was softer than you expected, and sweeter, too. You didn't want it to end, but when you two pulled away, you could tell many more were to come.
You leaned your forehead against his, a smile on both of your faces.
"I think I'd choose you even with out this whole, uh, arrangement," you said, causing the two of you to breathlessly laugh.
"I'd choose you, too, darling."
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loving-him-was-red13 · 6 months
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Stressed Loki
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can’t catch a break
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