#loki god of frozen peas

[sacredfixation]

[headcanons] Domestic Lokius: Loki vs mundane trivialities

Mobius: We need to pick up toilet paper.

Loki, scandalized: You speak of this necessity so casually. A god should not be reduced to scavenging for paper scraps! There should be attendants for this.

Mobius: There are. They work at Target. Come on

Mobius, handing him a sponge: This is for wiping down the counters.

Loki, holding it at arm’s length: It is… squishy. Is it alive?

Mobius: No.

Loki: It is absorbing things, Mobius. It feeds.

Loki in a grocery store, spinning dramatically in front of the frozen peas: Is this what your people call nourishment? Locked in icy tombs? Preserved like fallen warriors? Where are the feasting halls? The long tables? The firelit mead??

Mobius, holding a basket of granola bars: They’re aisle four.

Mobius: You press the button to call the elevator.

Loki, frowning at the panel: It summons a box to lift you into the air?

Mobius: Yeah. Just press-

Loki: What if it refuses? What if it hungers for sacrifice?

Mobius: It wants you to go to Costco, Loki. Not Hel.

[theleavesofwesteros]

chill, Loki x GN!Reader

A/N: here to post a super duper quick oneshot in between my studying for finals. I couldn't resist this one, and it's very self indulgent as I deal with another bout of anxiety pains. Still, even if it's not particularly relatable to everyone, I hope it is still entertaining enough to be enjoyed <33 I hope to be back soon with more!

thank you to @cafekitsune for my usual choice of dividers! :)

(we don't get enough soft Loki smiles, okay? Loki's literally just a girl, this diva needs to smile more)

ALSO!!!

TW/CW: mentions to anxiety here!! Not a panic attack or anything, but reader is mentioned to be actively dealing with it and is dealing with anxiety related muscle tension

It was a loud thrum inside of you. You usually explained it as it being in your head, but you also felt it in the aches all over your body, your tense shoulders, in the feeling of your heart sitting heavy and uncomfortable in your chest. Every day felt like a new development. Some days, heat worked to ease the tension. Other days, it didn’t, and you had to sit there and let the uneasiness interweave itself with your being. Anxiety sucked.

For the past few days, you’d been dealing with really bad tension in the shoulders and neck. Whilst heat didn’t seem to be helping, ice was. So here you were, laying in bed on a weekend, an ice pack on the back of your neck easing the tension and the slight dizziness that came with it, your two worst companions lately.

“… What in the Norns?”

You  startle at the unexpected voice of your partner, Loki. The door to your bedroom was slightly open, and as he’d been walking by, he saw you lying on your stomach, ice pack on the back of your neck. You didn’t understand his offense.

“What is it?”

“What-” He scoffs. “What is it? Is that an ice pack, dearest?”

“Yes…? Are we cross with them at the moment?”

“Well, I might be amenable to that now.” He huffs, pointedly entering the bedroom and closing the door behind himself, as if to keep this entire conversation under wraps.

“What are you doing, my love?”

“… Icing my neck.” You say dumbly. You were clearly missing something. “I’m all tense again and anxious deep inside and it’s like churning upwards-” You cut your rambling off. Sometimes it felt like no one truly could understand what it was like. Especially because it was so different from person to person, too.

He sighs, moving to sit on the edge of your bed, a hand on your lower back. You can see his lip twitch briefly when you mention how tense you are, but he schools it, opting to be mature. For now.

“I am sorry you feel that way once again, my love.” He rubs your back gently. “But I am also deeply offended by your choice of solution this time around.”

You turn your head back around to look at him curiously, eyebrow raised.

He sighs dramatically, looking up to the ceiling briefly.

“You have chosen to use a measly packet of frozen, quickly melting, gelatinous mixture to ease your pains. Have you forgotten who you share your wonderful bed with every night?” He mirrors your raised eyebrow. A challenge.

Feeling particularly tired and drained, you can’t exactly figure out what he’s criticizing now.

“… You wanted me to use the bag of peas instead…? More surface area?”

He huffs indignantly.

“No. You have a wonderful, powerful, attractive, intelligent God in your bed, my darling.” He sits up higher as he talks, looking all proud. “What’s more, is that I am a Jotun. Or did your clever, delicious mind opt to forget that piece of information for today?”

As he talks, he leans over, pressing a gentle, fleeting kiss to your right shoulder blade.

“Loki… I know that. But this is a silly problem. Nothing too serious, and you always claim you’re ‘too busy’ to do stuff around the house.” You say gently, sighing with relief as you move the ice pack slightly to the left, letting it hit a new part of your neck.

He looks at the gel pack as if it has personally insulted his choice of Asgardian garb one too many times throughout his long life.

“My darling…” He croons, putting on that charming tone he likes to use when he wants to get out of something. Another kiss to your shoulder blade. “I don’t do things around the house because I am a God. And a Prince, if we must be specific. But you… I would do anything for you. What’s more, I love to do you.” He speaks slowly, the last bit evidently making him grin.

You huff, not dignifying him with a response to that salacious comment.

“That’s great, baby, but what are you offering here?”

“What am I offering? I am offering to be a mortal’s ‘ice pack’. You should be very, very honoured. Kneeling at my feet, even.” He murmurs.

“Maybe later.” You quip back dryly, turning back to rest your cheek against the pillow.

He makes an unhappy sound, and suddenly, the weight of the ice pack disappears from the back of your neck. Your hand reaches for it, trying to find it, when Loki’s own hand suddenly finds yours.

“Do not fret, dearest. Your favourite little ice pillow is back in your freezing compartment.” He explains calmly, fingers interlacing with yours, his lips suddenly kissing your knuckles, too.

“It’s called a freezer, Loki.”

“Mm.” He hums noncommittally. “Do you still ache?”

“Yeah, but it’s not as bad.”

“Well, with the ice having abandoned you, I suppose I must rise to the challenge.” He sighs again, almost sadly, as if to express how difficult his life is.

As if he doesn’t lounge around your place like a cat every day.

“You’re the one who made the pack disappear, it’s literally your doing-”

“Shhh, shh, shh, shh.” He shushes you, petting your head like a mother would do to a fussy babe.

You feel almost offended enough to hit his chest or something. But he wouldn’t even care. In fact, he’d like it.

“Fret not, my dearest, sweetest love. You are in the hands of an expert masseur.”

“Lucky me. This won’t end in sex, though.” You warn him.

“Well… not before I’ve even started, no.” He agrees, chuckling softly at his wit.

Just as the back of your neck has started to go back to room temperature and you’ve eased your face back into the pillow, you jolt at the feeling of cold fingers on your neck.

There’s a snort from the (supposedly) very clever and sage God behind you.

“Oops… I forgot to warn you. My mistake.” He says with a tad of forced remorse.

He goes quiet for a bit, moving onto your shared bed in order to sit up against the headboard, letting his hand rest more comfortably and naturally onto your neck. There’s another brief fizz of magic, and then you hear him opening some book or other.

“You can rest now, my love.” He says tenderly, tone much more honest, now. “My hand shall stay there for as long as you need and bring you eternal relief. Unlike that ice pillow.” He mutters derisively.

“… Thank you.” Your answer comes softly, too.

He rubs a cold thumb over the back of your neck in response.

You both sit in quaint, comfortable silence for a while, the sound of book pages turning soothing you into near-sleep. As promised, his hand does not stray, move, or lift itself off your neck. Eventually, the cold of it even gets to be too much, and you move to reach for the blankets, intending to warm yourself up with them.

Loki’s side of the bed goes quiet, and his hand lifts off your neck. He tuts softly.

“What is it now, dearest? Are you cold, now?” He teases softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the cold skin of your neck. He could never resist.

“Mmhmm. Thank you for your services, babe, but I think that was enough for now.” You reply, still feeling a tad bit sleepy.

You pull the covers over yourself, and lay down with the intent of a nap. Your peace doesn’t last long at all, before Loki slides in beneath the covers with you, hands seeking you out and grasping at you. He attaches himself to you like a barnacle, and you can’t help your sleepy smile.

“I thought you were reading…?” You say lazily, words slow and tired.

“Well, yes, but I’ve read that story hundreds of times. It’s centuries old, darling. You are not.” He flirts, kissing your jaw.

“No, but you are.” You snort.

“I see how it is. I was going to offer you a massage, you know. One to warm you up, now that it’s clear just how sensitive you are to temperatures. Mortals… why was I even surprised?” He sighs. “That offer is certainly off the table now that you have called me old.”

He goes quiet again, and you nearly manage to fall back asleep. But of course, he goes back to talking all of a sudden.

“Might I remind you how very delightful I am as a bed partner, my love? Hm? Might I? We are formidable together. Truly. A true menace to your neighbors’ peace and respite. But yes… my mistake, of course. I am old.” He whispers into your ear, the quiet of it not at all enough to stifle his apparent offense.

“… Sorry.” You mumble back.

“Yes, well… I suppose that’ll do. I can’t expect mere mortals to be consistently eloquent, can I?” He murmurs, now focusing intently on kissing your neck, clearly deeming your half-assed apology satisfactory.

“You’re getting soft.” You tease. “You’re so easy to satiate nowadays.”

“Nonsense, dearest. On both counts.” He grins, biting your neck briefly.

[lokisprettygirl]

The Possession (Sequel to Mystery of Laufey Manor)

Read Chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary : Loki gets attacked and you both meet the paranormal investigators James and Natasha

Steve grabbed Loki's neck and pushed him down on the bed as he tried to choke him. Loki could feel the touch of his skin, it didn't feel like a ghost, it felt like an actual man. 

"Loki?" Loki heard your voice and footsteps approaching upstairs and that's when the ghost jumped off him and ran for the window, then he quickly jumped out. Now Loki would have run after him if he could, he would have. He tried to breathe in sharply to calm himself down from the attack

"Loki..oh god lo" you turned the lights on and he signaled you to look out from the window so you ran straight towards it. However you didn't see anyone down there, he could have been hiding under the fire exit stairs but you didn't want to check. You shut the window down and walked towards to loki

"Baby are you okay?" Your eyes teared up as you climbed on him, what the hell just happened?

"I'm okay..I'm okay darling..come here" he pulled you on top of him to embrace you in his arms, you clutched onto him tightly, the fear you felt in the moment was indescribable. You didn't just worry about the man or whatever that was but also Loki's life now. When his breathing calmed a little he sat up on the bed, taking you along with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly 

"What the hell was that lo?" You pulled away and your eyes widened as you noticed the bruises forming over his pale skin "oh god we need to ice that" 

You grabbed his arm and you both went downstairs, you sat him down on the sofa and then brought a frozen pack of peas to ice the bruises forming on his neck, that bastard must have choked him really hard for it to mark like that 

"That was a man darling, that wasn't a Ghost, i'm sure of it, I felt his weight on top of me, I felt his skin, it wasn't a spirit" 

"But you ..you said you killed Steve" you asked him and he sighed 

"I did, It's not him, it can't be him" 

"Who was that then?" 

"Whosoever this man was, I'm assured Steve's ghost have something to do with it, maybe he possessed someone so he could get physical control, I told you spirits can't grab or move physical object" he winced as you pressed on the side of his neck, you could see the finger marks clearly

"I think we need to call the cops..it's getting dangerous..I can't lose you" you sobbed so he took the frozen pack of peas away from you and grabbed your shoulders so he could make you look at him 

"Darling, look at me, you'll lose me if we call the cops, I killed him. His case will be investigated and I'll get in trouble" 

"But ..what if this man comes back, what if attacks you and harms you deeply..I" 

"I won't let that happen darling, okay? I'm not leaving you sweetheart, just trust me ? I'll fix this I promise, come here" he pulled you in for a hug and you clutched onto him tightly. The incident has shaken you badly, what if you were late? what if you didn't get there on time? he could have died. 

"Okay okay baby ..I..what should we do now?" 

"Well we need to put bars on all the windows, I'll get it done tomorrow, for tonight we stay cautious and we stay in one room, is that okay?" He asked you and you nodded 

"Of Course I just want you to be safe please I can't lose you lo..I love you so much" you grabbed his cheeks and then you kissed him, you needed to kiss him, you needed to feel his touch to know that he was there, safe and alive with you.

"I love you my angel, I'm not going anywhere, I promise" once you calmed down and once you felt your heartbeat getting back to normal. You decided to make dinner for him 

"Come with me, I'm not letting you out of my sight" he smiled as you stood up and asked for his hand 

"I was going to do that anyways" 

He stayed in the kitchen, and helped you prepare the dinner. Truth to be told he was afraid too but he can't be the one to give up hope or get defeated by Steve's futile attempts at wanting to scare him away from you. You both decided to sleep in the bedroom downstairs that night, while he showered you kept knocking every other minute to ask him if he was okay. You changed into a silk thin strapped dark green nighty dress that was too short but he was your husband and it's not as if he hadn't seen everything already. 

When he came out you were fixing the bed sheet, your back was facing him, you were bent down over the bed and his eyes raked over every inch of your exposed skin. Steve may not kill him but you would, you really did expect to sleep in the same bed as him while you wore that and then not have anything sexual happen? 

"That dress is sinful darling" you turned around to look at him, he only had a trouser on and a towel was wrapped around his neck as he wiped his hair. 

"Ahhh do you want me to take it off?" You asked him and his eyes widened. He almost answered in yes please but you spoke again 

"God I'm sorry I meant to ask if you wanted me to change into something less..sexyy" you looked at him and he walked over to you then he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. His hands craved to go further down but he controlled himself, you told him to avoid sexual touches until you say so 

"You look sexy in everything you wear my darling, I'd be hard.. I mean I would have hard time controlling my desires anyways, keep the dress on and sleep with me like this, punish me for hurting you, make me realize what I could have lost forever because of my recklessness" he whispered in your ear and you bit on your lips as his voice melted in your ears so sweetly. The he stepped away, much to your dismay.

He somehow jammed the bedroom window from inside and locked the door so at least a man won't be able to get in. 

You both hopped on the bed and got inside the covers.

"Good night lo" you mumbled softly and he reverted the same way. But you couldn't sleep, you couldn't and there were several different reasons for that. First of all you felt as if Steve was watching you both, then there was a man who was possessed by him, you still had no idea what happened in the bedroom upstairs and also your hot husband was sleeping shirtless right next to you and you wanted to touch him badly, you wanted to feel his skin rubbing against yours, you wanted to feel him. 

He wasn't any better, you had your back facing him and he could see the luscious exposed skin of yours, the straps didn't cover much and your dress was starting to ride up more and more. He couldn't help it, he rubbed the nape of your neck just to comfort you and you hummed in response, then his fingers trailed lower, you felt him turn to his side as he caressed your back, you knew turning around and facing him would be a mistake because you'd want to kiss him and have him on top of you, your resolve would break. 

"That feels good" you mumbled softly

"Mmhm..I want you to feel good my darling..just relax" he whispered as he inched closer to you. His fingers trailed downwards and he caressed the side of your thigh, up and down slowly, then the back of your thighs and the front, his hand roamed all over and you felt your pussy tingling as soon as you felt him caressing your asscheeks.  He knew what he was doing right? 

"Lo…." You moaned out his name as he pressed his lips on the nape of your neck. He was trying so hard to stay in control and he was failing. Maybe he should stop touching you. So he did 

"I'm sorry darling, I got carried away" you have never been so disappointed in life. You wanted him to keep going, you wanted him to touch your most intimate parts and do more. 

"Lo…baby please keep going, touch me" your raspy voice made him want to lose control 

"Darling..you said…" 

"Please touch me ..I'm asking you to touch me" you grabbed his hand and placed it on your ass so he rubbed them over the dress slowly, then he pulled your dress up and his fingers trailed over your heat, he could feel your warmth and he loved it. That's when you turned around and kissed him, you didn't want to have sex with him just yet. But you wanted to do something, you needed a release, it's been so long and you needed your husband to touch you. He got on top of you as the kiss heated up, his tongue slipped in your mouth which you sucked on eagerly, he drives you crazy and only you knew how empty you have felt without him in last few months 

"Lo baby…" 

"Boundaries I know..what do you need my love?" His voice was firm and sincere

"I want to cum but I don't want to have sex just yet" 

"That can be arranged, I have been wanting to savor you since that night in my bed when I tasted you, your sweet flavor kept me up nights after nights" 

"Mmhmm yesss please..god please" you moaned as he crawled down slowly and got between your legs, he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, his face squished between your thighs and he took a whiff of your burning scent

"You smell divine my love, so delectable" the vibrations of his mouth felt amazing against your soaked pussy, he took your panties off slowly and kept it aside, 

"Turn the lamp on I want to see your glistening wet cunt" his voice sounded so rough and commanding, you didn't even argue, you raised your hand to the side and turned the lamp on, 

"Beautiful, you look so beautiful like this" he mumbled before he dived in and took the first swipe. As soon as you felt his tongue on your lips, one of your hands clutched onto his shoulder and the other one gripped his hair. The sound of your moan encouraged him to go further 

"Fuckk lo..baby I can't believe this..I..oh god" you mumbled as he opened his mouth and sucked on your lips as if he was kissing it. His lips caught your clit and he gave it a harsh suck then he nibbled his tongue around it, his facial hair tickled every inch of your pussy and it heightened the sensation. Every action pushed you deeper and deeper in your head, you have never felt this way before, you felt as if you were floating. He stopped his movements and flicked your clit with his thumb as he looked up to see you

You had your eyes closed and mouth opened, your back arched and you were trying to push your hips against him. God he has never seen a woman look so beautiful on the brink of an orgasm. He started to lap on your pussy again, he wanted to lick each and every drop you offered him, his hips bucked involuntarily on the bed as he needed something to ease the ache he was feeling, his cock was painfully hard seeing his wife so high like this

"I'm close..lo..I'm gonna cum please" he pushed his tongue inside you and circled it around, then he pumped it in and out of you slowly, you grabbed the headboard as the sensation felt too much, the action felt cathartic, you couldn't believe he was doing this for you, to you. He didn't have to ask you to cum into his mouth, you did it as soon as you felt his tongue inside you. He felt your body shaking as you let yourself go into his mouth, you kept chanting his name like a mantra as he made you combust in his mouth, he didn't stop licking and sucking, he kept going. The sound of your moans compelled him to stay there forever. 

When he finally stopped he looked at you and you could see that his face was soaked with your juices, that made your face flush. You felt shy after what just happened. 

"I could stay here forever darling, with your essence all over me, I could drink on you like this forever" he mumbled and it made you feel even warmer,

"Thank you, I love you so much" you mumbled softly and he got off the bed to wash his face, then he cleaned you up with a moist towel, you could see the bulge straining his pants and you wanted to help him so you sat up on the bed 

"Let me please you" you placed a kiss over his clothed cock but he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you, then he got on the bed and took you down with him, hips lips never left yours 

"I'm fine darling, we don't have to please each other as if we're doing a business transaction, I wanted this to be about you" 

"But I do love making you feel good, it makes me feel good" you whispered in his ear and that made him smile

"I know sweetheart, not tonight though" you nodded and he laid down next to you 

"Was that good for you as well?" You asked him and he smiled 

"It was perfect, I love every little inch of you my darling, I don't know why the hell I devoid myself of your taste before, i feel so silly now" you giggled and snuggled closer to him

"I have never had it done to me before" his eyes widened as you said that, he couldn't believe that no man has ever gone down on you. But he also felt good about being the only man to ever please you that way

"Can I ask you something darling?" You hummed in response as he said that 

"Did you and Steve sleep together?" You looked at him as he asked you that

"No.. we only dated for like two weeks and I couldn't carry on anymore, I didn't feel the spark the first time he kissed me, I just knew he wasn't the man for me, I did fuck my other boyfriends but they could never make me feel the way you do..you touched my soul and I was hooked to you from the very first day, heck you didn't even fuck me before we got married but the way you kept me on the edge I just knew nobody will ever be able to touch me the way you do" you told him the truth and he was taken aback by your response, he knew you craved a deeper connection when he met you, he intended to use it to his benefit or so he planned even though it made him feel horrible. What he didn't know was that he would get hooked to you as well, he didn't expect to fall so hard for you like this, he didn't expect to get so blessed like this.

You turned on your side facing him and caressed his neck to soothe the bruise or the pain he might be feeling

"How did you get to be so perfect y/n? I see you and I can't find a flaw in you" 

"I have flaws Loki, you just accept me with them, you accept me with my imperfections because you love me, or so I think" you giggled and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. In that moment all he wanted to do was take you far away from this place, he wanted to protect his precious wife, his source of happiness and love, he wanted to take you somewhere Steve won't find you but it was impossible, Steve would go wherever you go and he knew he can't make you run away with him to protect you. He had to get rid of this asshole.

Next day you both went to the seminar James and Natasha Barnes were doing in the solar theater. The theater was filled with believers and skeptics alike, some people only went there to make fun of them which bothered Loki to the core. This couple was trying to help people like him and you and they didn't deserve to be treated like that. 

"A possession doesn't occur overnight, there are three stages involved. Infestation, oppression and obsession. It starts with infestation..footsteps, sounds, faint whispering, if you have anything like this happening in your house, it's either the first stage of a demonic possession" James said 

"Or just a noisy neighbor" Natasha finished his sentence and everyone laughed. They had their humor intact, it felt nice to hear them be so relaxed about such a controversial topic. They were trying to educate but they didn't want to come across as obnoxious. 

After Infestation, the stage of oppression occurs, you couldn't help but wonder if last night was the night when the activity reached the second stage? Loki was attacked physically but they were talking about demonic possession right. Steve wasn't a demon. Natasha looked at you in the crowd and her smile faltered.

After the seminar finished Loki and you waited outside for James and Natasha to talk to them. When they came out, Loki stopped them to have a conversation. He tried to explain your situation to them, minus the killing part of course and she kept her eyes on you, she never averted her gaze and it made you nervous. Then she walked over to you and pulled you to her side, she pointed towards the spot where you were standing and then she finally spoke. What she said made every hair in your body stand up 

"He's there, he's always there" 

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[fanficshiddles]

Lazy mornings, One shot

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it. I took Loki and Sophie from I’m still breathing because I just thought this would fit so well. And I love those two like so damn much, so any opportunity to get them into a one shot, I MUST TAKE IT! hehe! Thank you <3

kathrynxox333 said:

HEELLLLOOOOOO first of all love ya I know I forget to like and reblog and for that I am truly sorry but I always read your fics and promise to give you more love (Even tho I have barely any followers so like... ) But anyways I would like a fluffy mcfluffer fic where loki is just so in love with the reader that it hurts, maybe like she would always comfort him after a nightmare, always know how to read him, ect. But mostly a relaxed morning where he looks back on all the fluffy moments? LUHYOU

 Loki rolled over and opened one eye to see Sophie sitting at the side of the bed, stretching. He reached out and trailed his fingers down her spine, making her squeak and giggle. She turned around and smiled at him, lying down next to him again.

‘Morning.’ She nuzzled his nose.

‘Good morning, love.’ He smiled widely at her and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘What is it?’ She asked, from the way he was looking at her so intently. But so full of love.

‘You’re just so beautiful, sweetheart. Have I ever told you how much I love you?’

Sophie giggled and a small blush crept up over her cheeks. She covered his hand on her cheek and closed her eyes.

‘You tell me all the time. And I love you too.’ She opened her eyes.

She was sure if emoji’s were real, that Loki would totally have the heart eyes for her… Like, all the time. And she was sure she had the same for him too.

Loki let her get out of bed this time to go jump in the shower. She left the door open, so he could see her from bed when he turned around to lie on his side. He let out a sigh of content as he watched her through the steamy glass.

He didn’t know what he did to deserve her. But he was certainly over the moon that he did have her. His mind drifted thinking back to all the good times with her, there were so many.

How she was always there when had a nightmare. Ready to soothe him, cradling his head against her chest and stroking his hair softly till he calmed. Then of course, killing Thanos for him had been something he never in a million years expected his love to do.

He enjoyed how they would often just read books together, in their own little worlds yet somehow still together in their world. Often, he would lie with his head on her lap, she would play with his hair while they read. Or she would be resting with her head on his lap and he would be playing with her hair. Either way, he enjoyed those moments the most. Just simply being with her.

Then there were the dates they always made sure they had regularly. He would take her to their special restaurant, spoil her rotten. They would always share dessert, feeding one another. Then they’d take a walk through the park, along the river, or anywhere really. Or sometimes they would go home and cuddle up in bed and watch a film.

But one of the main things that he loved the most about her. Was how she could read him like a book. She knew him, so well. Probably more than he knew himself. She sometimes could tell he was upset or angry, or even nervous before he even knew it himself. When that happened, she always knew exactly what to say or do to comfort or calm him down.

She always took his side, no matter what. Even if he was in the wrong, she took his side until he calmed down and then was able to talk to him afterwards about it. But on front of others, she was always on his team.

Sophie also knew how important his ego was on front of others. Whilst he showed his soft, affectionate side with her, he tried to keep up a façade for the others. There was one time in particular that he always remembered rather fondly. Partly because it also embarrassed Stark too…

Sophie knew as soon as the team returned and Loki got off the jet that he was injured. The way he was subtly holding his bollocks was a big giveaway. No one else seemed to notice, but Sophie could see the pain in his eyes and his face was whiter than normal. Clearly, he’d taken a kick or a punch to his family jewels.

But she said nothing on front of everyone, knowing not to ruin his tough guy front he had up. She took him straight to the kitchen, knowing everyone else would be going to their rooms to get showered or whatever.

As soon as she got him there, she crouched down and yanked his leather trousers down around his knees. Before he had a chance to protest or ask what she was doing, she grabbed a packet of frozen peas from the freezer and shoved them directly onto his crotch.

Loki let out a howl, sort of a pained, high pitched squeak while he sucked in sharply at the same time. He also fell backwards, luckily onto a chair.

‘Ohhh f.’ He bit his lower lip hard and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. ‘The boys are definitely going into hiding now.’ He groaned.

‘The boys?’ Sophie raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. She was still crouched down on front of him, keeping the packet in place, knowing he would move it off given the chance.

Loki never responded for a minute, until he adjusted more and started to feel relief. Not only from the cold packet, but also from his own fast healing that kicked in.

‘Yes, the boys. Don’t you call your knockers the girls?’

‘Knockers? What are you, sixteen?’

‘Knockers, boobies, tits, whatever.’ He shrugged.

‘Such a beautiful mouth you have.’ Sophie grinned.

Loki was about to ask her again, when Stark suddenly came waltzing into the kitchen. But he stopped dead when he saw the scene on front of him. Loki sat on a chair with his trousers down around his knees, Sophie crouching on front of him holding a frozen packet of peas against his junk.

‘Oh, fuck!’ He quickly covered his eyes and turned on his heels. ‘The peas are spoiled! I repeat, the peas have been VIOLATED!’ He shouted, walking quickly out of the room.

Sophie and Loki shared a look, then burst into a fit of laughter.

Loki was pulled from his thoughts when she turned around in the shower and spotted him watching her. She wiped the steam away so he could see better and she gave him a small teasing show, making him laugh and feel aroused at the same time.

When she was finished her shower, she got dried then wrapped a towel around herself. She walked out of the bathroom and as she was passing the bed, Loki flicked his finger and had the towel tighten around her and tug her towards him. He reached out and grabbed the towel, whipping it off her and pulled her down on top of him, not caring that she was still damp and her hair was soaking.

‘Loki!’ She laughed when he wrapped his arms around her, trapping her on top of him.

‘That was a nice little show for me, darling.’ He teased.

‘Glad you liked it. I’m here every morning.’ She giggled, kissing his chin.

‘Mmm, that’s good to know. I will need to book front row tickets for the entire season.’ He growled, sliding a hand down to squeeze her bum playfully.

‘I’m sure I could get you on the guest list. If you’re lucky.’

‘What do I have to do to be lucky?’ Loki wiggled his eyebrows. He trailed his fingers up her back, using his Seidr to send little sparks of tingles into her skin, knowing how much she enjoyed that.

‘You could get some lucky brownie points right now if you get me pancakes?’ She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Loki laughed and rolled her to the side, lying her down on the bed. ‘I’m sure I could manage that.’ He then disappeared on front of her eyes, then was back about two minutes later.

‘That was really quick!’ She sat up against the headboard, pulling the blanket up to cover herself up to her chest.

Loki sat back too, not caring about going under the blanket even though he was naked.

‘Bruce and Steve had already been to get some in. I just stole theirs.’ He said smugly, shrugging.

‘Loki!’ She elbowed him, making him chuckle.

‘They don’t care. They just told me to bugger off. I don’t think they like my choice of outfit for the day.’ Loki said, motioning to his naked body.

‘Oh my god.’ Sophie burst out laughing and put her hand over her face.

‘Do you like my outfit choice?’ Loki asked, giving her puppy dog eyes when she looked at him.

‘Hmmm.’ She pretended to think hard, tapping her lower lip while she looked him up and down. ‘Maybe. Could do with some improvements.’ She shrugged, taking a bite of her pancake.

Loki’s jaw slackened and he raised an eyebrow.

‘What? In what way? What of this body, would you change?’ He put his pancakes down and turned in towards her, taking this very seriously.

‘Well, for starters, you’re much too tall. It’s just not fair on the little people, like me.’ She pointed at herself, then took another bite of a pancake and spoke with her mouthful. ‘Second, those muscles are just too much. It makes people feel weak in comparison. Again, me.’ She took another bite. ‘And lastly, I feel I need to wear sunglasses when looking at you. Because you’re just so damn beautiful.’ She said cheesily, even with a mouthful of pancake.

Loki laughed and put his arm around her, pulling her into him. He kissed the top of her head. ‘This is one of the many reasons why I love you.’ He smirked.

‘I should think so.’ She grinned, then shoved a pancake in his mouth when he moved in for a snog.

[kaleenjackson]

Control

Summary: Loki’s wife comes home to a quiet house, far too quiet.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Song: Control by Hasley

Word count: 1677

A/N: Thanks to @caplansteverogers for another get song challenge. I hope you all enjoy this. Thanks to my beta readers @thegingerslytherin and @reogni for their input and help with editing.

“Say hi to Lucas for us.”

“Of course.” (Y/N) waved back to her friends as they stumbled up to the door of their apartment building. Another successful Girl’s night was in the books. As much fun as Myka and Helena could be she really wanted to get home to her husband, Lucas Blake, lawyer and best-selling author. She had to laugh to herself. Her friends were either very oblivious or maybe he made it that way. Sometimes it was hard to tell what of their going unnoticed was just people not paying any attention at all and what was from his own magic. In reality her husband was Loki, The Loki, and he was in hiding on Earth. He had come clean about it only days before he proposed.

Now, eight years later they were still happy. Together they had adopted a daughter named Claudia and an all-black Rottweiler-cross called Fargo. Everything was perfect. Still smiling as she pulled onto her street (Y/N) felt her stomach drop. A sick feeling overwhelmed her as she parked behind the two black SUVs with matte black eagle emblems on their sides. SHEILD vehicles meant one of two things. Either her husband had gotten himself in trouble again or they were all in danger.

The door was hanging open. As (Y/N) stepped into her home she knew exactly which it was. Moving carefully though the main floor halls she noticed where the fight had begun, the four corpses laying where they fell and where the scorch marks of Loki’s magic had changed to cold patches of ice. Something had made the normally unflappable Loki either panic or forced him to switch from his Aseir form to his Jotunn. Because of Loki’s uniqueness, as he loved his wife for calling it, they always kept the house on the cool side, but now it was cold, nearly frigid.

 As she slowly climbed the stairs, beginning to also worry about the whereabouts of her daughter, she discovered why. The entire second floor hallway was coated in thick ice. Three more corpses lay on the ground, partially covered by the ice. It was clear to (Y/N) that they had not died by Loki’s hand but someone else’s.

The house was unnaturally quiet as she examined the two bodies that lay in front of her, the third lay in front of the master bedroom door. They had all had their heads crushed, like the ones downstairs had. She could see the trail of blood continuing to follow the same path into the room she shared with her husband. The ice had covered the top of the stairs to try and seal the hallway and the bodies had clearly been used to break it.

Using the flashlight on her phone (Y/N) scanned down the dark hallway. The only other light came from the open bedroom at the end of the hall. The ice sparkled as she moved the light around. None of the other doors appeared to have been touched. In fact they were almost invisible, as were the family photos that lined the walls. If whoever had come for Loki hadn’t looked they wouldn’t have seen them. Now more than ever she hoped her husband had escaped. As she reached the spot where the door to Loki’s office was she felt a bit more relief. The ice covering it was nearly perfect save for a small rune next to the knob.

Pulling the dagger Loki had given her years ago from her boot (Y/N) stepped in front of the office door.

“I call forth the fires of Muspelheim” She whispered and the blade glowed red. Touching it to the rune the ice melted almost instantly revealing the unmarred door hidden behind. Softly pushing the door open (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief. The only thing out of place in Loki’s office was the big black rottie standing guard in the middle of the room.

“Fargo. Fargo, c’mere.” (Y/N) called softly. The dog whimpered and walked away from her. Laying down next to the large cedar chest against the back wall. Fargo stayed quiet as she approached him. Reaching out, she gently ran her hand through his short, soft fur. He must have gotten between Loki and whatever was attacking. The poor boy was missing an ear. He seemed more concerned with the chest than himself however.

Moving next to it, (Y/N) felt for the runes of her husband’s name on the side. Just above that was his old Asgardian sigil. Two snakes intertwined biting each other’s tails. Resting her fingers on it she muttered his pet name for her, his angel. “Valkyrie.” The lock clicked open and she carefully lifted the lid. Claudia flinched as she peaked inside.

“Something’s wrong with Daddy.”

“Sweet pea, what happened?” (Y/N) asked, helping her daughter from her hiding place.

“We were eating and the door bel rang. Daddy said to ignore it and keep eating. Then they knock yelling ‘Police’. Daddy goes and talks to them and I hear the policeman say ‘Mr. Laufeyson we need you to come with us, now.’

‘Not without my family, Agent Sykes.’ Daddy said. He sounded angry.

‘There’s not time. Loki, if everything you said really is true there’s absolutely no time. We’ll make sure they’re safe, but we have to go now.’

Daddy told me that we were going to play hide and seek. He said to hide in his chest because it would be a very good spot that no one would look for me in, except you Mommy. I did and then I heard people yelling and I got worried about Daddy. Then it got real cold and when I opened the door there was Daddy. He looked really scary. He picked me up and put me back in the chest. I was crying. He was so scary.

‘Please, my sweet Valhalla, don’t be scared. I can’t help this. Lie down and stay quiet.’ He kissed me and he was really cold. ‘I love you. I will come back to you, I promise, my sweet Valhalla.’

When I laid down and he closed the lid and I couldn’t open it anymore and I yelled and screamed and cried and you came and found me like Daddy said you would.”

The child threw herself into (Y/N)’s arms and cried. (Y/N) knew she had to finish searching the rest of the house. She had to see if Loki had managed to escape. If he was gone or dead, as much as she dreaded that, they were safer than if they had caught him.

“Take my phone and Fargo. Run to Mr. Lattimer’s house and show him this.” She handed her child her cell phone and the necklace Loki had given her on their wedding night. “He will keep you safe. I love you Claudia, our sweet Valhalla.”

(Y/N) watched as Claudia ran. She went to the office window and watched her run across the street. Then, with her daughter as safe as she could be, (Y/N) swallowed the lump of fear in her throat.

Still armed with the dagger, she crept down the hall way to their bedroom. Papers rustled as a breeze blew in from the balcony. The pages of their manuscript fluttered into the hall.

From the doorway she could see their bed. How many times had he shown her his passion, his heart and made her forget all others but himself? More than the number of nights she had awoken to him in fear, with tears staining his face, as he had awoken crying “They’re coming for me.”

The old villain was meaner than whatever hunted him. That she was sure of. Some small part of his soul, the part she could not reach, was as cold as the world he was born in. As (Y/N) darted across the doorway she prayed it would be enough. She had been writing about him so she would remember him when he was gone. Something he had been anticipating since they met.

(Y/N) spotted Agent Sykes, smashed against their dresser, his head crushed like the others. The trail of blood ended in a pool around his body. The glint of something shining in the moonlight on their balcony caught her eye.

Loki was in his full armor, including the horned helm he hated. He appeared to be ready for battle, standing alone on their balcony. For a moment (Y/N) stood at the threshold of the room. Her eyes locked on the imposing figure of her husband as he slowly turned.

“(Y/N)?” The soft, dark tones of his voice were stained with confusion.

“Loki. What –“

“Get away from here (Y/N). Take Claudia and run.” She had never heard him sound so panicked before. Then he screamed in pain. Doubling over, his helm toppled to the ground with a hollow clatter.

“What’s wrong? Loki, you’re scaring me.” (Y/N) heard her voice crack.

“I can’t help this (Y/N). Please, run, get away, now.” Loki stalked towards her. He seemed to be fighting something off, and losing. “RUN!” He screamed before his head dropped to his chest. (Y/N) froze.

There was a strange release of energy in the room. (Y/N) cautiously took a step forward.

“Loki?” Her voice shook with terror. His voice sounded wrong when he finally spoke again.

“You’re terrified. Good. You should be, (Y/N), you and the rest of you pathetic race.”

 “Oh my God!” (Y/N) gasped.

“You are smarter than you seem. I like that. You are also right by the way, mortal.” The thing controlling her husband’s mind made him smile wickedly as he lifted his head to reveal bright, glowing, solid blue eyes. “Your darling monster is gone.” (Y/N) remained frozen to the spot as she watched this demon approach her. Stopping just out of arms reach, it summoned a gold scepter with a bright yellow stone floating inside its blade, to his hand. “Which leaves just one question for you.” That horrible smile broadened as it touched the tip of the blade to her chest.

“Who is in control?”

[tarithenurse]

Potential fic series

Rather than sleeping last night, I got a visit from a time-challenged muse who dropped off a rather detailed introduction to an MCU fic...starring: Loki x fem!reader. And now, I decided to air it with you guys.

...

The problem with always buying more books, you've decided, is that it requires rearranging the entire bookcase to fit the new treasures in according to alphabet.

Engrossed in the task, you don't bother climbing off the chair you're standing (to reach the top shelves) in order to check out the sound of screeching tyres and sirens - it's a normal noise in the city anyways.

You do react a moment later when someone knocks on your door, though.

"Just a minute," you yell as you jump down and deposit the stack of litterature (Bi- to Da-) on the chair.

They spyhole shows nothing, so you half expect the knocking to be a prank by some of the kids in the building but open never the less.

In tumbles Aïsha, your upstairs neighbour, bruised and battered.

"Thank God you're here!" Tears stream down the young woman's face. "My leg...the car chase..." The rest is unintelligeble sobbing but the point is clear enough as she doesn't put any weight on the left leg.

It's slow work getting her indoors and settled on the cough with the leg up before you can set to work playing nurse - something very far from your actual work. At least, you thankfully figure out, nothing seems to be bleeding or broken.

"You can use my phone to call anyone. Need to see doctor?" Your hands are shaking in pure sympathy with Aïsha's pain.

She grimaces. "Can't afford...it."

"Well...I might have something cold to stop a swelling...let's start there."

There's a bag of frozen peas in your freezer which you dig out from behind some leftovers and a forgotten popcicle. Wrapped in a teatowel it gets placed gingerly on Aïsha's knee where she's hurting the most.

"Oh God oh God oh God!" She groans, barely holding back the tears. "Hamid's gone with work until tomorrow...I need to pick up the kids a-and how am I getting up the stairs?!"

A risky idea makes itself known in you mind, one that betrays your own secret. And still...how would you feel letting the sweet woman be stuck in a situation like this?

Your hands are gently holding the peas in place, allowing you to sense the damage in the joint. It's bad.

"Just...just give the cold a moment to work, 'kay?"

Sniffling, your neighbour agrees. Sitting in silence, you have time to concentrate on a little piece of a melody with words no one else understand - barely audible but efficient none the less.

"It doesn't...it doesn't hurt as much now!" Aïsha exclaims a dozen minutes later.

Allowing yourself a smile, you readjust the placement of the peas. "The ice worked. Ni-"

A golden shimmer surrounds the leg, making it slimmer. Longer. Stronger. Wrapped in leather, a male leg now rests under your hands. Astounded by the change, it's as if you turn your head in slow motion to see the one menace you never expected to face.

"Loki."

Any attempt at getting away is ruined when he grabs your neck in a cold, unshakeable hand.

"Surprise," he smiles deviously.

...

So. I've got a vague idea where this is going but would like to gave some feedback before continuing. For instance: should I even bother at all?

Please comment or even send asks (anonymous or not) with what you think.

@liesje86 @maladaptive-ninja-returns @devilbat @ more that I can't think of but will add tomorrow.