#loki laufeyson drabble

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

yay i cant wait so excited i have been waiting for a while to read this fic. its loki or tony!

fem!plus size reader, wc: 580.

cw! insecure fic <3

a/n: i must admit that the plot got away from me on this one, the fluffiness practically poured out of my fingertips. it's been a while since i've written for loki, but it is always a pleasure doing so. thank you for your request!!

Being with Loki made you nervous, and not in the way that many people would think. 

He didn’t make you feel threatened nor was he mean, it was just that most of the time you’re around him you can’t help but sink into your head like quicksand. 

Why did he choose you when he had so many other options? Was he settling? What did other people think when they saw you guys together? Your stream of thought was almost laughable, because you knew that Loki didn’t care about what you looked like or anything trivial like that.

“What’s wrong, my love?” 

Your eyelashes fluttered, breaking your dissociative state. “Hm?” You hummed. 

“I asked you what’s wrong.” His tone was forever patient, his fingertips were featherlight against the skin of your arm. You were tucked into his side, the mood of your room domestic as a television show played pointlessly in the background. Loki was never really interested in human delicacies such as at home entertainment, he would much rather spend his free time with you.

“Oh… I’m just thinking.” Your voice was dismissive, almost like what you were saying didn’t really matter, which wasn’t true in the slightest because your boyfriend hung off of every word you said, committing it to memory.

He never forgot human holidays like christmas, birthdays or anniversaries, because those types of things mattered to you – and unfortunately he had to figure that out the hard way – but you bet your ass he never forgot it again.

“Please tell me what’s on your mind, dove.” Loki nuzzles his nose into your temple, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. A shiver shoots itself up your spine, and the sensation makes you melt in his arms. Leave it up to him to basically pry whatever he wanted out of you.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You shrug. “Nothing you say will ever be stupid.” You groan and curl into him deeper. “Fine. I just… I’m getting into that weird place in my head, you know? Like… it feels like no matter how many times you reassure me that I’m gorgeous and all this other super sweet stuff, none of it sticks. It’s like my brain can’t believe it.”

Loki sits there in silence for a moment, stewing on your words before speaking. He knew how sensitive this topic was for you, and though he was the God of Mischief, he would never make a mockery of your struggles.

“I understand you, darling. I know that through your years of being on earth, many humans haven’t been kind to you, and I out of everyone know what it feels like to be different, but –” He hooks a finger under your chin and coaxes you to look at him. 

Though your gaze is shy, you steele yourself despite the way that your cheeks heat under his touch.

“I can assure you that I have not chosen to be with you to make a mockery of you. I am with you because you are beautiful. Your soul sings to me, my dove. You are kind and your heart is unyielding. You are true to yourself and others. That is what makes you shine.”

You feel unshed tears burn behind your waterline and you scoff wetly, but you can’t fight the smile that inevitably breaks out on your face.

“Loki?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you.”

He laughs, and his chest rumbles with the joyous tune.

“I love you too.”

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[ameliora-j]

hi nani <3 happy valentine's day <3

for twisted tuesday: stepdad!loki

he's so posessive--like, in the extreme. borders on obsessive. at first you liked having a man so genuinely interested in the things you had to say. at first he was your mom's good-looking, if not mean-tongued husband. at first you thought it was sweet that he would tell you to text him if you got there safe, where you were, etc--thought that he cared about you.

at first it was just too-close brushes of your bodies. a certain look in his eyes you thought you were imagining. now, he puts his hand on your thigh under the dinner table and squeezes. now, he leaves bruises in the shapes of fingers and teeth.

happy valentines day angel!! <3

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>

content: daddy kink, stepcest, smut, size kink, cnc, dark content,, ALL ACTS ARE PERFORMED BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS! THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

he’s so mean and degrading. while he’s pounding into you ferociously as you’re singing praises to his name. your legs are thrown up over his shoulder, the golden anklet with a charm resembling his thorns dangling off your leg. “daddy please!” you’re begging, clenching tightly around him as you try to fend off your third orgasm of the night. “please i can’t do anymore!” you sob.

“it’s so cute that you think i’d care darling. you’re just a toy for my pleasure. now lay there and take daddy’s cock like a good slut” and take it you do, loving the way he’s gripping your hips for dead life, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers and fucking his little stepdaughter with no shame

[lizmaximoff]

Hi friend! For the drabble requests, how about one with Loki and Reader reuniting after a mission (or something)? Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

AREN'T WE A PAIR? - Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

Rating: T                                                                                         Warnings: Mentions of violence.                                                                     Summary: After being transported in the midst of battle, you're left to ponder on the nature of yours and Loki's relationship. What happens once you're reunited?

Send Loki x Reader requests here!

MASTERLIST 

A/N: I'm trying to get back into fic-writing again! I have a small multi-chapter fic for Loki planned, but, in the meantime, I would love to fill some drabble requests for our God of Mischief. Don't be afraid to send some my way!

The last thing that you remembered was hearing Loki shout your name as the rest of the world slipped away in a vacuum.

It had been one week since you were ripped away from him in the heat of battle, leading you somewhere dewy and warm - somewhere off-planet.

It was only the two of you in the Hydra base that evening, stumbling upon a sorcerer who had developed a new serum from remnants of the tesseract. You had lost track of how many soldiers' throats you had slit or how many bodies Loki had thrown against the wall. The only thing that ruined your streak was touching the remnant of the tesseract when it became within reach. And then nothing.

You had absolutely no idea if Loki was dead or alive for seven whole days. You lost count of how many distress signals you sent to the Avengers compound. It wasn't until this morning that you finally got a signal back from Fury.

Here you were, twelve hours later, on a ship back to earth with Steve and Clint. You hadn't been given much information regarding the mission, but Steve did tell you that Loki was safe which was really all that you cared about.

Being isolated this past week gave you a lot of time to think about the complexities of the relationship between you and Loki. You'd been friends for nearly a year, opening up yourselves more and more to each other with each movie night, game session and mission. You knew you had started to develop feelings for him a couple of months ago, but the strict requirements of work to focus on the mission ahead made you push those feelings away.

You couldn't even focus on your own mortality as you fought to survive on your own. All you could think about was if Loki had persevered in the battle that you had left him in. Your guilt almost ate you alive. You didn't know if you'd even get the chance to tell him about how he made your stomach flip whenever he chuckled under his breath at one of your jokes or how warm you felt your chest become whenever he sat next to you.

These were the only thoughts that plagued your mind as you sat on the seat of the ship staring at your lap, your knee shaking so harshly that you couldn't even begin to try to blame it on the jet engines beneath your feet. Your thumb's nail was lodged between your teeth, biting nervously as the minutes ticked away.

You were shaken from your reverie as you heard the Captain's footsteps approach, causing you to look up at him with a silent gasp.

"You all good over here?" Steve asked, tilting his head as he planted his hands on his hips.

You sighed with a shrug, "I'm alive."

"Thank god for that," he replied with a chuckle, sitting in the unoccupied seat next to you. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Right next to Loki, you would consider Steve to be your closest friend on the team. You'd been like brother and sister since you joined the team years ago after the incident in Sokovia. You knew you couldn't hide your feelings from Steve - he probably knew you better than you knew yourself at this point.

"Not really - no," you bit your lip, avoiding his stare.

He nodded his head, rubbing his hands together, "You do know I'm not going anywhere until you do, though, right?"

You rolled your eyes, tossing your head back against the seat with a grunt, "I just need to think, Steve."

He smiled with tight lips, "You know - he was worried about you, too."

You turned to him slowly, smiling sadly. You had never mentioned anything to him, but you should have known you'd been obvious, "What are you talking about?"

"Horns," he deadpanned. "Who else would I be talking about?"

"Clint," you motioned over to the archer sarcastically with a chuckle.

"We all knew you could handle yourself," he replied, crossing his arms. "For christ's sake, you've survived atomic blasts and being strangled by two super soldiers. You're probably as un-killable as Loki is."

You snorted at that, shaking your head, "So why would he be worried, then?"

"Why would you be worried about him?" he replied knowingly.

"I just don't want to ruin what we have," you groaned, rubbing your face with your palms in frustration.

"I don't think you'll be taking that big of a risk," he shrugged. "I've never seen him so concerned. You're all he talked about the entire week. You know - he was the one who found your signal, not Fury."

Your stomach fluttered at the thought, "Well, he is persistent."

"That's one word for it," he smirked, bumping your shoulder with his own.

The rest of the ride home went by smoothly, the three of you joking around and catching up over the last week. You were actually slightly relieved to not think about Loki for more than five minutes.

As the ship began to land on the campus, you stared straight ahead at the door, tapping your foot impatiently. You could always just continue on like things have always been. Or...well, maybe we wouldn't think about an "or."

It shouldn't have surprised you to be met with a pair of striking blue eyes no more than twenty feet away from you. You sighed in relief, your shoulders physically slumping from the weight of Loki's safety being lifted from your shoulders. You felt your face break into a wide smile.

Similarly, Loki's chest rose deeply as he saw you appear from the shuttle, his breath nearly stuttering as he saw you descend with the same gorgeous smile he hadn't been able to get out of his head the past week. He felt himself being pulled towards you, the both of you jogging towards one another.

You met in the middle in a warm embrace, the both of you whimpering at the feeling of each other.

Relief.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as he inhaled you. You smiled, feeling yourself tear up as you put your face in the loose curls that fell to his shoulders. You never thought that you'd smell the scent of his shampoo and cologne again.

"I thought I had lost you," Loki whispered against your neck, his lips whispering a kiss against your skin.

"Me, too," you cried, curling your fingers in his hair.

He parted from you slowly before cupping your cheeks gently, "What the hell happened?"

"I still don't really understand," you whispered, your eyes never leaving his face. "I think some of the remnant power of the Tesseract transported me."

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Well, aren't we a pair? Tied together by the power of the Tesseract."

You rolled your eyes, letting your hands rest on his shoulders, "I take it you killed the rest of the base."

"I don't remember much," he replied solemnly. "I tend to black out in fits of rage."

You frowned, tracing the lines on his forehead, "I missed you."

He whispered your name, pressing his forehead to your own, "I cannot believe how much I missed you, love."

You inhaled sharply through your nose. Something in his eyes twinkled, and at that moment you knew that you would never have the guts to do this again.

You leaned forward and captured his lips with your own, hearing him gasp lightly before he replied in kind. It was sweet and full of adoration, your lips dancing against one another before breaking apart for a breath.

"Never leave me like that again, darling," he whispered against your lips.

"I won't, Lokes," you said with a smile. "I promise."

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[buckymorelikefuckme]

ooh if your comfortable with it loki and period comfort? Just like lil things that they would do to make you feel better

and if u wanna take a spicy route loki definitely would know how to make you ✨feel better✨

hope you're doing well !!

i figured i'd just post it here, since it's very small in length. i hope it's okay 🥴 thanks for the prompt ♡ xo

words: 347

Curled into a fetal position, you blearily watch the movie playing on your tv, eyes heavy with exhaustion and fatigue. Everything hurts, your body filled with aches and pains, the worst of which is cramps. The smallest mercy is that your period came on the weekend, which gives you a couple days to wallow in misery before having to return to work on Monday, still miserable, but a livable sort.

You're lying on a heating pad that is doing an acceptable job of alleviating some of your pain, but only on one side. Your back chooses that moment to seize with another cramp that has you groaning pitifully.

“Here, darling,” a deep, soothing voice says at the opposite end of the sofa.

You glance over to see Loki holding up a hot water bottle with a sympathetic grimace on his expressive face.

“It's warm and ready to use,” he tells you, closing the small distance and carefully sitting down next to your hip. “Where do you need it placed?”

“Back,” you murmur, sighing when he gently lays it where you indicated.

“Have you taken any pain medication?” he asks. You shake your head and he frowns, “Why not?”

“Would have to eat first, and I don't have the energy to get up and fix something,” you explain.

He makes a soft noise of understanding. “I’ll make a sandwich for you, then. That sound okay?”

You nod and he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead before rising to his feet and making his way to the kitchen. A few minutes later he returns with a sandwich, pain pills, and a glass of water. He helps you sit up and get comfortable so you can eat.

When you're finished and have taken your medicine, he shifts the two of you around until he's got you resting against his chest. He makes sure your heating pad and hot water bottle stay in place as he sweeps his hands along your back in a comforting gesture. It doesn't take long for you to doze off in his embrace.

[holdmytesseract]

Loki + The Masochism Tango (Tom Lehrer)

a/n: That was very... intense to write. I must admit, that I struggled a bit, but I nevertheless love what my mind came up with. ☺️🙈 I hope you love it too, nonny. ☺️

Warnings: this is a tiny bit spicy, swear word(s), thirst, dancing?

Word Count: 1155

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Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

On Edge

"Loki and I have to do what on that mission?" You asked Tony with wide eyes. You expected a lot, but that? Nope, not at all. Tony rolled his eyes, visibly quite a bit annoyed. "Y/L/N... It's simple. Go with Reindeer Games to that ball, dance a bit, have some drinks if you feel like it, and supervise this suspicious Hydra spy lady. That's all. No big deal." Tony then crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing you sharply. "Or do you have a problem with being accompanied by our drama queen?" You gritted your teeth, wanted to scream 'Yes' at him - but you didn't. Instead, you took a deep breath and shook your head. "No, it's not a problem."

Well, it wouldn't have been a problem for you, if you didn't have a massive crush on the handsome Asgardian prince. Since the day Thor dragged him through the doors of the Avenger Tower, you weren't able to take your eyes off him. He had something dark and mysterious, which was utterly intriguing for you. Not to mention his wit, charm, sassiness and the extraordinary good looks. Tall, dark and handsome - your personal downfall. Exactly what Loki was.

No one knew about your crush and secret feelings you harboured for the god - or well, at least you hoped nobody knew it... A man like him wouldn't want a mere mortal woman like you anyway, right? Your chances were very slim, and you were pretty certain, that there was a princess waiting on Asgard for him to marry.

"See? There we go." Tony smiled at you and stuffed two invitations in your hands. "The ball is this evening, Happy is going to drive you and Reindeer Games, you two are invited guests - Mr. and Mrs. Watson, here to play a bit dress up and show the world how rich you are. That's that plan, got it?" You blinked. Wait a second, what? "Tony, h-hang on a minute... Mr. and Mrs. Watson? We have to play a married couple?!" "Didn't I mention that before? Whoopsies, my bad." You just wanted to answer something, as suddenly Tony's phone vibrated in the pocket of his sweatpants. "Duty calls, I have to go." The man announced, smiling his million-dollar smile. "Have fun tonight with Rock of Ages. Maybe you get him to loosen up a bit. Ta-ta." With those words, Tony left the gym; leaving you behind. You groaned, regretting your decision already. "Great..."

Exactly at 7 p.m., there was a knock on your door, signalling Loki's arrival. You took a deep breath, "Here we go..." and quickly adjusted the cleavage of your emerald green dress, before you stepped over to the door. Yes, you wore a green dress. "If you two are going to play a married couple, you have to wear his colours." That was what Natasha said - and of course you listened to your friend.

You opened the door - and almost fell straight backwards again, as your eyes met the Asgardian prince, who leaned casually against the door frame. He was dressed like you have never seen him before. His raven curls were slicked back. A tight fitting, black shirt, with emerald green highlights adorned his upper body. The first three buttons were undone, giving you a delicious glimpse of his pale, but strong chest; and the smattering of fine, dark hairs across his pecs. His suit trousers were tight as well around his hips, but wider on his legs. He literally looked like he just stepped out of a dancing contest. You swallowed hard, tried desperately to control your breath. Why does he have to look like this? How am I supposed to survive this evening? Yep, it was definitely a bad idea to agree on this mission...

"Well, good evening, Agent." Loki literally purred, smiling down at you, almost causing you to faint - again. "H-Hi." You stammered out helplessly, still completely overwhelmed by his more than just sexy outfit. The little quiver in your voice didn't go unnoticed by Loki. His lips twitched into an even bigger smirk. "Shall we go, Agent? Best not to be late." You nodded, following him down on the yard, where Happy already waited for you, to drive you to the ball.

The drive to the event passed completely in unpleasant silent - almost... "I have to say, you look stunning tonight, Agent. Wearing my colours." "T-Thanks." You cleared your throat. "I-I mean, it's necessary to uphold our cover." You weren't able to meet his gaze; too afraid of losing it. Loki smirked. "Of course."

You were so uptight the whole evening, feeling your nerves on edge - just because a certain handsome god put you off your stride. "Agent, are you feeling well tonight?" Loki's words ripped you out of your thoughts. "You seem a little... absent-minded and tensed up." "N-No, uh, I'm fine, really. Just a bit nervous, regarding our mission." He smiled, causing you to curse internally. Couldn't he stop smiling that ridiculously charming smile for just a moment?! "I see. Don't fret, Agent. We got this. Now loosen up a little." Loki answered, handing you a drink. You accepted the drink with an uptight smile. Just after you took a sip, a loud voice announced through the speakers, that the dance floor was declared open; loud music flooding the crowded room. After all, this was a ball. "Care to dance?" You blinked. "W-What?" "Would you like to dance?" "B-But our mission..." Loki shook his head, stretching out his hand towards you. "Relax, darling. Our target is not even here yet and besides, we need to keep up our façade, don't we?" Shit, he was right. "O-Okay..." Hesitatingly, you placed your hand in his bigger one, letting him lead you on the dance floor, where other fancy dressed couples were already dancing.

Unfortunately for you, was the music just changing in that very moment. From slow waltz music, to a sexy, erotic tango tune. You were fucked. Positively, entirely fucked. "I hope you know how to dance the tango, Agent. If not, just follow my lead." Loki winked at you, before taking position. He could dance the tango?! Oh gods… Before you could even protest or say something, the both of you were tangled up in an erotic dance. It caused your heart to stand aflame and your nerves to sizzle with sparking desire. The sexual tension between you and Loki was literally cuttable with a knife. You could feel it - and so could he. "Did someone ever told you, Agent, that your eyes cast a spell that bewitches?" Your eyes snapped up to meet Loki's. "Exactly what I mean... I find myself intrigued, drawn in by your beautiful eyes." What was suddenly going on here? "I-I-I-" "Hush, darling, don't speak. Just feel." Loki interrupted you, before he reeled you in once again and crashed his lips onto yours.

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

→ premise: loki gives his subjects a small treat by allowing them to watch him fuck you, making his princess feel like a pretty show girl for their king.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader | king!loki

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, king kink?, public sex [loki fucks reader on the asgardin throne in front of lots of people], nicknames [baby, princess, my love].

→ a/n: 03 kinktober! I’m behind and had to get this out fast, day 4 should be coming tonight as well. this was meant to have master kink in it but i forgot and it was switched to king sort of.

Loki adored you from the very moment the two of you began dating, he couldn’t stop himself from constantly showing you off, bringing you up in conversation and gushing about how in love he was. He just had a hard time believing that a woman like you wanted him, he always had a hard time understanding the idea of any woman wanting him. Therefore he couldn’t keep his hands to himself even when it was needed, seeing as he’s king. His father often scolding him for being so handsy with you in public around his people.

That was how the little show you and Loki were putting on for the other Asgardians began. He simply wanted to show off the gorgeous ball gown you were wearing for the annual asgard dance. How that ended in his cock being slipped out of his black slacks, his button down shirt completely open exposing his pale. Your wonderful dress discarded revealing your black lacey matching set, and his cock buried inside you as you ride him in front of almost every asgardian on his throne was a mystery to you [not really ;)]

The golden throne is ice cold on your legs in contrast to the blazing heat where your body was connected to the god.

“Such a good girl for me my love all spread out for everyone to watch the way you twitch on my cock. They all can't stop looking at you baby, if only they got to experience this glorious pussy” he groaned as he leaned back and moved his eye off the audience and glued to your hips. How they were desperately bouncing and grinding, trying to milk his cock.

“Just wanna show them how good i treat their king, how i make him cum” you whine and bounce your hips harder the more that knot in your stomach tightens but its not anywhere near ready to snap not when you can't get loki's long, throbbing cock to reach that spot on your own.

“My little show off” he scoffed with affection and watched with a mocking smirk at you trying your best to fuck your self on his cock. Loki decided he would give them a real show finally, picking you up with his hands hooked under your thighs and holding onto your ass. He turns your bodies around laying you back on the throne's fragile seat he wastes no time in thrusting his cock back deep inside you. It doesn't take long before he’s hitting and abusing that wonderful spongey spot inside you making you let out a spring of loud wanton moans that sounded almost like you were screaming bloody murder.

“All these worthless little subjects are gonna get watch just how messy and beautiful you look when you squirt on my cock baby, they aren't deserving to see such a wondrous sight but i could care less” “my princess deserves an orgasm that’ll knock the wind from your chest for looking so ravishing in that dress and delicious in these skimpy undergarments” he smirks and dives his head in the crook of your neck to leave small bites and kisses up and down it making you whimper and buck your hips.

It wouldn’t be long now before the knot in your stomach snapped and it was gonna snap hard.

→ a/n: this is quite short and shitty cause i rushed and was losing motivation for it :\ it was meant to have a lot more and be better

[wheredafandomat]

29 for the smut prompt my lady ..thank you if you do but don't feel pressured 💚💚☺️

Sureee 🥰 this one is so sweet

#29: “You’re safe with me, my love. You know I’d never hurt you.”

TW: mentions of previous relationship (so very brief and non explicit)

You thought you were ready, finally ready to take the next step with Loki. You had already planned the whole day, romantic date, scenic drive home and then you’d invite him to stay the night. It was supposed to be simple, easy even. The day had gone to plan so far and you definitely wanted nothing more than to take Loki to bed especially after the steamy make out session you both had in the car but now he was here, sitting on your bed whilst you panicked in the bathroom, you weren’t too sure. Looking in the mirror, you gripped the sink as you looked at your reflection.

“Get a grip.” You mumbled to yourself, taking a deep breath. It had been so long since you had been intimate with someone else considering your last relationship. In your heart you knew Loki was different, sweet, but your mind couldn’t stop drifting onto your ex. What if Loki turned out to be the same? What if you were rushing into things? Your mind raced with ridiculous questions as you fought to keep your breathing even before you snapped. You couldn’t go through with it. Letting go of the sink, you walked back out, entering your bedroom before your eyes met with Lokis.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, concern lacing his tone as he looked up at you.

“I—I’m not ready. I’m sorry.” You spoke timidly, stepping further into the room. Loki held his hand out, beckoning you closer. Taking his hand, you fell into his lap as he pulled you against him.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He smiled, kissing your temple. “We could snuggle up and watch a film.” He suggested.

“Noo, I want to it’s just—” you began before your voice trailed off.

“You can talk to me sweetheart.” He spoke softly, pecking your nose.

“It’s just been so long since.” You explained, Loki understanding what you are eluding to. “And the last time I did with my ex—” you began before Loki cut you off feeling you stiffen. Clearly you were uncomfortable talking about him.

“You’re safe with me, my love. You know I’d never hurt you.” He assured, brushing his lips against yours. You smiled against his lips as you broke the kiss. “Now, considering we didn’t get any dessert, why don’t I pop out and get us some.” He offered, moving you to the bed.

“You don’t have to do that.” You insisted.

“Nonsense, if we’re going to watch a movie, it’s only right that we do it properly. Why don’t you pick something out whilst I’m gone.”

When Loki left, you fell back against the bed, mentally cursing yourself. How could you have gone from being so ready to now being so unsure? You were about to continue wallowing until something vibrated underneath your head. Sitting up, you followed the sound to Lokis phone which was lit up with notifications. You picked the phone up, about to leave the room to give it to him but then you remembered he was gone. You put the phone back down but not before another message came through.

Thor 🔨: Don’t be nervous brother, she loves you.

Thor 🔨: You’re like a match forged in the heart of a dying star.

You smiled to yourself as you peaked at Lokis messages before your eyes focused on his lock Screen. It was a picture of you both, Lokis arms around your torso as he helped guide your movements to hit the golf ball. You both had wide smiles despite that being the first and last time you both went crazy golf. You laughed at the memory of you accidentally whacking him in the leg with the gold club. Despite the accident, that day was one of the best you had ever had. The constant fit of giggles, the competitiveness, the love, pure love. How could you have ever questioned Lokis intentions or compared him with your horrid ex? You loved him, you wanted him.

When you heard Loki enter after having taken your key with him, you heard him go into the kitchen. Walking towards him, he had his back to you as he spoke.

“I’m just grabbing some bowls.” He said before feeling you wrapping your arms around him, one of your hands running up and down his chest.

“Leave the bowls.” You whispered as your hand travelled lower causing Loki to gasp as he almost jumped away from you.

“What are you—”

“I want you Loki, I need you.” You spoke seductively as he turned around. He studied you for a moment before his eyes darkened with lust. Leaning down, Loki pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as he pulled you flush against him. You felt his hands running up and down your sides as you moaned into the kiss. Lifting you onto the counter, he stood between your legs, still kissing you as you lifted his shirt.

“Are you sure?” Loki asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss.

“Positive.” You answered. Resuming the kiss, Loki picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom. Once you were both inside, you were quick to rid each other from the rest of your clothes. You laid against the bed as Loki balanced above you, his lips still on yours before they began to travel lower. You felt his lips against your neck before he moved lower and lower causing you to gasp when you felt a ticklish lick against your hipbone.

“Is this alright?” He asked, head between your legs as he looked up at you.

“Yess.” You exhaled, anticipating his next move. Hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties, Loki began pulling them down, practically salivating as he took in the sight of you. Before you had time to mentally prepare yourself or thank the gods for the pleasure you were about to receive, Loki was placing kitten licks against your clit. He spread your legs wider, granting himself further access as his tongue travelled through your folds. Your hips lifted from the bed slightly as he sucked on your clit. His name fell breathlessly from your lips. When he began entering you with one of his fingers whilst his tongue circled your clit, you lost all composure, cumming with a yell of his name before you fell back against the bed. Loki lapped up your arousal, humming appreciatively as he did so.

“What film did you pick out?” He finally asked once he was finished.

“Forget the film.“ you grinned at him.

“Y/n are you sure, we don’t have to do anything el—”

“That was good Loki, really really good but I meant what I said, I need you baby.” You cut him off.

The film was definitely long abandoned during you and Lokis night of passion. The first round was slow, sweet, full of decelerations of love but the second and third were rampant, vigorous and exceptionally loud. You didn’t ever think you could possibly be more in love with Loki but after seeing how creative he could be with a pillow in bed, you were besotted.

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Pairing: Loki x GN! Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT.

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It came to your notice while fooling around with the Jotun prince, when your hands were roaming all over each others bodies, exploring between passionate kisses and mingled breaths.

A soft purr that escaped his lips upon a gentle tug of his raven hair, that encouraged you to drop your hand down to his slender neck and give it a squeeze. Though his eyes closed, every cell in his body was begging for more.

After that Loki willingly let go, allowed you to take over, he was completely at your mercy, accepting each touch each caress hungrily.

Slotting himself between your legs, his hips moved against your thigh slow, hesitant at first, as if he were unsure of your reaction.

“Go on. Ride my thigh like the good boy you are…”

A restrained moan sounded from Loki’s throat as he got his answer, holding you to him as he chased his climax.

Rubbing his cock against your soft skin at a steady pace, his face hidden in the crook of your neck as little moans and grunts of pleasure filled the room, every brush bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

You weaved your fingers through his hair, whispering praises against his ear, revelling in the way his thrusts turned needy, precum leaking from his cock.

Sheets wrinkled as his fists clutched them tightly, his orgasm washed over as his hips faltered, crying out your name like a prayer, he came, spilling his cum over his abdomen and your thigh.

Loki curled up against you, still panting as he came down from his high, leaning into your touch as you nuzzled against his hair, murmuring what a good boy he’d been.

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For the drabbles,, how about 23 with Loki?

Notes: I love Loki, so I hope you like it, good reading!

Warnings: Nudity, is SFW and without pronouns.

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 "Where is my shirt?”, “OUR shirt”- Loki

 It wasn't in the most obvious place, so maybe it was in another drawer. But it wasn't. On the desk? Not. In the laundry basket? Neither. Under de bed? Just dust.

 Loki had already searched everywhere upstairs, from the bedroom to even the balcony, but found no trace.

  Everyone must have an outfit that they like best, maybe because of the fabric, or the print, or the cut and fit, regardless. Loki has a favorite shirt too. And this is the one he is looking for.

 The day is hot, the man had taken a shower and just wanted to wear something comfortable and cool. However, it can be said that all the pieces in his wardrobe are too social or formal for a summer day. But there was one that was different from the others. It was a black dress shirt made of silk, a soft and icy fabric, beyond comfortable, perfect for these days. That was Loki's favorite shirt.

 The same one he couldn't find anywhere even though he knew it was clean. 

Giving up, the man came down the stairs and went to meet you, ready to ask for help. You were prepared breakfast, it was notable for the delicious smell coming from the kitchen.

-Love, do you know where is my shirt?

 The man asked crossing the kitchen arch, he looked around on the way in case he saw it lying around somewhere in the house.

-OUR shirt, you mean.

 You corrected him and turned around, and only then did he set eyes on you, who were wearing his silk shirt and only your underwear underneath. The man froze, admiring you (still surprised) in silence, the chin slightly dropped. After the shock wore off, the man laughed before speaking again.

-No, darling - began to approach - I'm sure this is my shirt. However - he said before you could argue - you can use it too since it looked so good on you. 

 Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, resting his face in the curve between your neck and shoulder, taking the opportunity to distribute a few kisses. You laughed at his reaction, turning back to the stove. Loki sat down at the table behind you, again silently admiring you.

  The fit of the fabric over your body, getting wide on you even if it get tight on him, but still not hiding all your curves, emphasizing your ass in such a way that he had to hold back from touching you. The man was fascinated.

-How many pancakes?

-… Hm? Sorry, what did you say?- he asked, being abruptly taken out of his thoughts.

-Pancakes. How many will you want? - you repeated.

-Oh, whatever. Just leave some for me, love - he said, looking back at your curves.

 That was Loki's favorite shirt.

 

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Even though Loki came from Asgard, he was an Earth man, through and through, why wouldn’t he be? That was the planet where he had found you. It was a complete accident, at least in your end, bumping into him on the street where he stood with his brother. If you were anyone else, he would’ve snapped on you, but it was as if his words died in his throat, and for the first time in what felt like centuries, the god of mischief, the man that always seemed to have something to say, was rendered speechless.

He couldn’t help but let his gaze follow you, even after you apologized to him. All he could recall from that day was Thor saying, “That’s a good one, brother.”

And a good one you were. At least in his mind. Loki considered you his goddess, a queen that everyone should bow down to and worship for the rest of their days. Sadly, you didn’t see yourself that way. At first, he was angry, angry that these pathetic humans ever dared to talk down to you, to make you feel any less important than you truly were. To him, you were the sun, the moon, the stars, the creator of the universe, the person that made his life make sense, but your insecurities only got worse when you’d visit Asgard.

“Loki…” You said unsurely as you stared at the dress laid out on the bed before you. Even though Loki despised his “family,” it would be the first time that they had met you, and he demanded that you’d have respect. “I don’t think this is going to fit.” Which was a half lie. The gorgeous cloth was intimidating; with beautiful intricate golden details to the corset which was even prettier. To you, you felt as though you had no business wearing something like this.

“Darling,” You heard him state as he walked over to you. “I’ve had that dress made just for you. It is one of a kind.” You shook your head, trying to conjure up any other excuse, but coming up empty handed. “I don’t deserve to wear this.” You said as your shoulders slumped. It was embarrassing really, how harshly you looked down on yourself to the point where you couldn’t allow yourself to enjoy the fact that you were on a whole other planet, let alone dating a god.

He placed his hands on your waist lovingly, turning you around so that you faced him.

“That’s nonsense and you know it.” He said sternly. “You are more deserving than anyone in the cosmos. You have hung the stars, my love.” His hands innocently traced your body, no lust in his intentions as he looked at you earnestly. “You are gorgeous. Perhaps the most enchanting woman I have ever met. It kills me, my sun, to hear you speak of yourself this way.” Your heart beat fast in your chest as his hands cupped your full, rounded cheeks that he adored so much.

“Loki I…” You went to say, but he was quick to cut you off. “No, I refuse to listen to such ridiculous words.” He then in turn, grabbed the dress and handed it to you. “You are my queen, and a queen deserves everything pleasant the universe has to offer, but,” He said with an airy laugh, “A dress is a great way to start.”

And for a moment, you believed him.

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"God's Burden"

As two young adults "experimenting" for the first time, Loki pulls it out for you, and you can't believe what you see.

Content Warning (18+ ONLY): size kink, both of you are virgins so I guess a bit of innocence, coitus interruptus Word Count: 1k (sorry I tried keeping this short!)

Loki was always smaller than his brother Thor, but he was still a mammoth compared to you. That was why you adored him (well, one of the reasons). He always protected you just by being nearby. He could lift you over his shoulder with the ease of a wrestler. You always felt tiny and safe in his arms. 

Ever since you were old enough to understand what romance was, your best friend in the palace, the younger Prince himself, was always the target of your affections, and he seemed to delight in making you long for him. You knew that secretly, he was as green to the ways of sex as you were (by royal law until his wedding night), but that didn’t matter. 

Granted, hormones were hormones, and once you both reached majority age, the two of you decided to give it a try. 

It was during a banquet, so everyone else was busy entertaining and being entertained. It was only too easy for you to sneak off with Loki to his room, where you sat facing one another on his canopy bed draped in silk wearing your underthings, legs crossed, giggling and trying to somehow both turn one another on without making eye contact. 

“Loki,” you said quietly, leaning over to kiss him quickly. “Loki, I’m ready for you!”

He grinned. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, sweetheart.” 

You felt the heat rise in your face as you enjoyed just looking at his long, lean musculature. “I bet…I bet you’re big.”

He sat up a little straighter, as any young adult would do at the suggestion that they possess any superior physical traits. You only laughed louder, deciding to crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. You brought down a bold hand to his crotch, tapping gently on the twitching bulge in order to size it up. 

“Tell me, how big do you think it is?” he asked, teasingly. “Do the matrons tell you maids about our organs, or are you poor things left to fend for yourselves?”

You shrugged and pressed your palm against his erection. “I know their shape, and what they do. I’ve never seen one, of course.”

Unsure of how to evaluate what you felt, without a word you tried slipping your hand under the waist of his leggings, but he caught your hand. “Let me,” he said, going for the hooks of his pants instead. “I am at YOUR service tonight, my lady.”

He got up onto his knees, sending you back onto your rear, legs apart, leaving your own nethers exposed to the air. 

Loki freed his cock, holding it high and proud before you as he pushed his leggings down. It was…it was…

You felt a shiver of fear shoot up your spine like a missile made of ice. “Oh, Loki…we can’t.”

His face dropped. “Why? Do I intimidate you? Surely I must, for look how you tremble…”

Loki began to crawl on top of you, gently nudging you to lean back into you were all but supine. With his free hand, he caressed your face. “Are you afraid that your body won’t be able to take me?”

“Loki, it’s so…much,” you mumbled, stumbling over your words. 

He sighed. “I am a god and a royal. It is our burden that we should be so well-endowed, sweet one.” He lowered his hips, hand still on his fat cock as he began to palm himself. “Let me show you a little trick.”

He took his tip and pressed it to your opening, not going inside, but not letting up for several seconds as you gasped and caught your breath at the sudden new sensations. 

“Your folds will moisten to my delicate touch before I go inside you,” he explained. “Your body will stretch, perhaps tear every so slightly, but it will feel good to fill you. You will feel whole, fully a woman at last, and you will only desire for it to be bigger.”

He gave the slighted flick of his hips, pushing only the tip of his member into you, but it was still enough to stretch you. At that moment, you understood. You just weren’t sure how you were going to take his entire shaft once he fully impaled you, even as your walls slickened at the promise. 

“Take a moment to feel me, darling, just there,” he brought your hand down to your clit, coaxing your index finger to rub it firmly. Each tap of your finger pad sent a new pulse of orgasmic tingling up your hips and belly.  “And this will help me slip up and down even more as you get wetter and wetter…”

Suddenly, the door burst open. Both you and Loki reacted by leaping off the bed and hiding behind the mattress as Thor entered, out of breath. 

“Father knows about the two of you, and he’s incredibly angry!” he said. “He wants both of you in his throne room in five minutes! I only hope I stopped you in time!” 

“THOR! GET OUT!” Loki barked, pointing out the door, shooing him away like a dog.

After your privacy was restored, the two of you looked at one another, sadly. “I was too hesitant,” you sighed. “If I were quicker, we would have had time to--”

Loki stopped you with a sweet, innocent kiss. “No, hesitation is healthy. I would only wish for a happy, willing princess between my legs.”

“Well, you have a burden, now I have one too,” you said, smiling and quickly taking your hands from your folds to rub his cock with such pressure that he nearly fell on top of you. “I have to wait to have it all, don’t I?”

Loki nodded with a frown that somehow didn’t lessen his sex appeal. 

“I think my burden is heavier…” you squeeze his dick one more time, and he went rigid with a gasp of surprise. “..and that’s saying a lot.” 

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Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Your first trip to Asgard

Warnings: Vomiting, fluff, angst

You land on Asgard, clutching Loki's arm in a death grip. Your nails dig into the black leather of his jacket, knuckles white as you fight to keep down your breakfast.

At Loki's other side, Steve Rogers grasps Thor's shoulder to steady himself. Beside you, Director Fury stands almost entirely still, the only sign of movement a slight flapping of his coat.

"Welcome to..."

"I'm going to be sick," you cut off the gatekeeper, releasing Loki and running to spill the churning contents of your stomach off the bridge.

You look up and see a grand procession approaching from further down, their guilded armor bright in the morning sun. Leading the group are four warriors: a stunning dark-haired woman, a blonde with a charming grin, a stout soldier sporting wild facial hair, and an overly serious crusader.

You wipe your mouth, feeling better but still unsteady on your feet as you return to the circular chamber. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Don't worry about it," Steve says. "I was a mess on my first visit."

"Um, thanks." You don't really believe him.

"I am Heimdall," the golden god continues, unfazed by your interlude. "Gatekeeper of Asgard, protector of the Bifrost, and seer of all things."

At this point, the entourage arrives. "May I present Lady Sif, the Warriors Three and the Einherjar," Thor makes your introductions, noting that Rogers and Fury are already acquainted with the leaders.

Three horses are presented for your journey to the palace. You perch nervously at the front of your saddle, grasping the horn for dear life. Loki swings up gracefully behind you and reaches around to control the reigns.

"It's alright, darling," he coos, wrapping an arm snuggly about your middle. "Nótt is steady and true. He will deliver us safely, I guarantee it."

You take a breath, trying not to shudder or look beyond the bridge. "It's my first time."

"And you're doing splendidly," he hugs you closer and you begin to relax as you watch Steve cling to Thor's waist.

Fury kicks his steed to a trot, joining Hogun at the head of the group.

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The five of you gather in an antechamber, preened and swathed in Asgardian finery. Rogers and Fury are called first, leaving to greet the court. After some time, you and Loki are announced.

He takes your hand, placing it around his arm before entering the grand golden hall. You walk side by side down the long aisle to the throne. Loki's steps are assured, his pace steady, honed jaw set in determination. The crowd claps respectfully, their observance subdued, even hesitant.

You reach the stairs below the throne and bend in a nervous curtsy. The prince gives his father a minimal bow; enough to show the necessary respect, but not a hair more.

"My son," Odin addresses Loki. You watch as his lip gives a slight twitch of irritation. "Welcome home."

"Father," comes the strained reply.

He then turns to the stately woman on your left. "Mother," he greets with a warm smile.

The queen comes to bestow a kiss on each of her son's cheeks. "It's so good to have your home." She turns to beam at you. "And you must be the gracious lady my sons speak so highly of!"

Loki provides your name and you exchange pleasantries with his parents before standing beside the queen, opposite Steve and Fury.

"Thor Odinson!" the herald bellows, followed by a roar of cheers and clapping from the crowd. The crown prince swings his hammer around, eliciting further excitement. You give Loki's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Father! Mother," Thor greets as he approaches, kneeling before the throne. "It has been too long."

"Too long indeed," Odin beams with pride for his first born. "I fear that if it were not for these mandatory check-ins, I we would never see you."

"I was here only a month ago," Thor's brows draw together in confusion before he brightens like a lightbulb. "Loki and I will make a point to visit more often." The dark-haired bother exhales a measured breath beside you. You doubt he plans to follow though with that promise.

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While the king reviews his youngest's contributions to Earth's safety, Queen Frigga invites you to tea.

Guiding you along a winding garden path, the matriarch asks how you and Loki are settling into your new space. She listens with interest to the explanation of your minimalist design preferences and methods taken to assimilate his more extravagant leanings.

Eventually you reach a grand birch tree. Beneath it sits a table set for two. A tiered tray boasts bite size sandwiches, petits fours, fruit, and madeleines. Small jars of curd, cream, jam, and honey surrounded it, with a heaping plate of scones and large pot of tea to complete the spread.

"I'm impressed to hear how well you collaborate with my youngest," Frigga comments as she pours your tea. "He's not always the most amiable, but he's unfeigned when it comes to you."

You smile, adding cream to cool your steaming china cup. "I think people rely too much on first impressions. Though impulsively acting superior when he feels insecure doesn't exactly help matters."

The queen nearly spills her tea, covering a smile. "That's quite an astute observation."

As your meal comes to a close, Loki appears. "I take it you're becoming better aquainted?"

"We are indeed," Frigga confirms. "I'm so glad you've finally introduced us."

"Mother," Loki smiles, "you know you're always welcome to visit Midgard."

"Maybe we should make a formal invitation?" you suggest.

Your trio walks slowly back to the palace, discussing potential opportunities for the king and queen to visit New York. A pattern forms with Loki suggesting inconsequential dates, and Frigga being forced to "remind" him they're during occasions that require the Alfather's presence onworld.

Before you part ways, Loki stops a passing servant and requests they show you to his chambers, noting he requires a moment alone with his mother. You say your goodbyes to the queen until supper and her son assures he'll join you imminently.

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An Interesting Theory

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Summary: In which you teach Loki about a Midgardian party trick but learn it’s not so easy to one up the God of Mischief. Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader Word count: 1.1K Tags/Content: Mentions of Alcohol, Sexual Tension, Shenanigans, Flirting, Fluff Author’s note: For the darling @lunarnights95, inspired by this prompt.

“What a week, huh?” Bruce removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes as he leaned over the bar. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Steve. But this has been a lot.” 

“Well, to his credit, it’s not every day you turn 105,” you quipped, popping a maraschino cherry in your mouth as you spun on your stool, studying the dwindling party. It was the last unofficial fete tacked on to the end of a week full of jubilant celebrations for the Captain. You and the rest of the team had barely gotten a moment’s rest until now. 

Twenty or so people were still gathered in the sunken lounge area of Tony’s penthouse, overlooking the glittering expanse of Manhattan. Most partygoers had taken their leave as the commemorative fireworks over the East River came to an end – now only the Avengers and a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents remained. 

Your eyes swept around the room and landed on Thor and Steve. They stood together behind the sofas, arms crossed and gazes fixed on Tony as he attempted to lift Mjölnir from the coffee table. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes – the three of them seemed to be locked in a never-ending pissing contest. Raucous laughter filled the room as Tony let out a string of curses, his face twisted in concentration, muscles bulging as he put forth all his strength. Usually, Loki would be whispering a witty comment or snide remark in your ear regarding the situation, but he was nowhere to be found. In fact, you hadn’t seen him for hours.

The thought lingered in your mind for only a moment before a piercing pop! sent your heart into overdrive. Just as you prepared yourself for fight mode, you realized Sam had accidentally stepped on one of the balloons littering the floor as he navigated an elderly man through the space. 

“For fuck’s sake,” Bruce sighed, wiping up the beer he’d tipped over in shock.

“Got ‘em!” the old man exclaimed as he passed by, casting you a devilish wink that made him suddenly appear years younger. What a handful he must’ve been back in his day, you thought. Hell, considering the trouble he kept giving Sam, he still was. 

“Sorry, sorry!” the Falcon laughed as he tightened his grip on the bumbling veteran. “He just had to try some of that damn magic mead.”

You let out a chuckle before turning your attention back to Bruce. You were about to ask for a refill when you sensed an omnipotent presence beside you: Loki, leaning casually against the bar, his signature smirk on his lips, eyes sparking with amusement as he watched an exasperated Sam wrangle the old codger onto the elevator. 

“Well, well,” he mused, dipping his head in greeting as he settled on the stool next to you. “At least someone at this soiree seems worthy of Asgardian revelry.” 

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’ve gotten into the mead, too,” you teased. 

He lifted an eyebrow, the hint of a grin still playing at the corner of his mouth. “Me, let my guard down in the presence of these mortals? Perish the thought,” he scoffed, but you could see a glint of mischief in his gaze as he glanced over your shoulder. “I’m just here for the entertainment.”

You turned, noting that Tony had finally given up his quest to lift that damn hammer. Shaking your head, you popped another cherry in your mouth. “I’m afraid you missed out on quite a show.”

“Ah, yes. The ever-present contest of ego.” Loki puffed out a laugh. “But that’s hardly what I meant, darling.” 

His knee brushed against yours as he turned towards you, your heart thumping wildly against your chest as his hand lingered on your leg. Loki leaned closer, his breath ghosting over your cheek. 

“You know, no one has ever made such a fuss over my or Thor’s birthday,” he continued, feigning a pout. “And we’re centuries older than Rogers.”

“Only the best for America’s sweetheart,” you commented, trying to maintain some sense of composure as Loki’s thumb began to stroke your inner thigh. The thrill of his touch sent goosebumps along your skin. “Besides, I thought you said you didn’t celebrate birthdays?”

“We don’t.” His eyes sparkled. “It doesn’t mean we wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment.”

“Last call,” Bruce interrupted, refilling your drink before popping the top off a fresh bottle of beer for himself. “Can I get you anything, Loki?” 

“No, thank you, Banner,” he replied, never breaking eye contact with you as he took a sip from a glass of wine that you could’ve sworn didn’t exist moments before. You ignored the look Bruce cast in your direction before exiting the bar. 

“What is this?” Loki asked curiously, setting down his goblet and picking up one of the cherry stems you’d crafted into a knot. 

“Oh, that? It’s just a party trick. They say if you can tie a cherry stem with your tongue, it means you’re a good kisser.”

Loki quirked a brow. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the room – in the realm, even. “Tell me, have you found this to be true?”

“Well, I’ve never gotten any complaints,” you laughed, a heat creeping across your cheeks as Loki’s thumb traced circles along your knee. “But come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone else who can do it.” 

Loki held the knot between his thumb and forefinger, studying it for a moment before he spoke again. “What an interesting theory...” 

You watched in awe as he delicately plucked two stems from the bowl of cherries, bringing them to his lips with a sly grin. Your breath caught in your throat as you silently observed the seductive way his strong jaw moved, the muscles below his cheek flexing with perfect precision. 

After a few moments, Loki parted his lips, slowly revealing a perfect little bow. He placed the twisted stems on the bar, turning to look at you with an air of satisfaction.

“Shall we put your theory to the test, then?” 

The suggestive tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, the heat in your cheeks spreading throughout your entire body. As you opened your mouth to respond, Loki leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The sweet taste of wine lingering on his tongue was almost too much to bear, and you found yourself melting into him.

The kiss was soft yet electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body and leaving you breathless. When you finally parted, Loki snickered, quite pleased with himself. 

“I do love to be right,” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear as he took your hand and guided you away from the bar. “But I think some further experimentation might be necessary to confirm our hypothesis.”

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When skies are grey

Loki x female avenger! reader | PTSD, comfort, nothing too explicit

Tonight was one of those nights. Despite the mission earlier being a success, you couldn’t neglect that fact that it was through the skin of your teeth that you had managed to save the rest of the civilians. A moment too late and everything would have been different. You couldn’t forget the panicked faces of the children as you held up the rubble, Steve shouting orders as the rest of the team cooperated. Mere seconds later everything came tumbling down. Time, time was the enemy. Whilst everyone celebrated this win, you went to your room. You let the hot water soothe you, sinking into the bath as you closed your eyes only to open them quickly as the image of the innocent faces that hadn’t been so lucky in previous missions flooded you. Everyone said you were hero’s and yet you felt far from it. Only the alive could praise you, what about the dead? Did they think of you as a hero too?

You entered your bedroom, changing into a large top as you sat at your window, watching the heavens open as water fell freely from the skies. The rain was beautiful, cleansing, especially surrounded by the city lights that illuminated around casting an orange glow over everything. Despite the speed at which the water plummeted to the ground, you felt still. So still. The sound of the rain crashing on the windowsill was loud and yet everything sounded muted. Silent. This still moment of silent peace allowed you the freedom to cry, tears beginning to creep down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Your lip trembled slightly, the faces reverberating through your head. You were supposed to be a hero and yet you felt far from it, completely villainous. More tears began streaming down your face until the sound of your door knocking brought you back to reality. You quickly opened your eyes, wiping your face profusely as you cleared your throat.

“Who is it?” You called, voice sounding higher than desired.

“It’s Loki, I brought you some pizza, you didn’t come to dinner.” He spoke from the other side.

Standing up, you made your way towards the door. Opening it, you were met by Loki who was holding a plate with a stack of different slices of pizza piled on top of it.

“Here you g—are you alright?” He asked, brows knitting slightly.

“I’m fine.” You lied, reaching out to take the plate but Loki held it back.

“You’ve been crying.” He observed, his tone quiet, almost sad.

“I said I’m fine.” You insisted.

“I don’t mean to pry but if you ever needed someone to talk to, I’d be more than welcome to listen.” He offered with a small smile as he handed you the plate. For a second, you considered his offer. No one knew this pain like Loki. Despite his callous and hard exterior, he felt the deepest out of the team. No one knew pain quite like Loki and that’s what made him the most feeling, the most sympathetic and to you, the most kind. Regardless, you didn’t want to burden him.

“I’m fine thank you.” You politely declined, taking the plate before closing the door.

After eating the pizza which Loki generously gave to you, you settled into bed, allowing the sounds of the passing rain soothe you. Sleep found you easily which was surprising. Your dreams however weren’t as pleasantly surprising. The faces. You began tossing and turning as your mind haunted you, dread consuming you. One hundred successful missions never made up for that one unsuccessful one. You began to sweat violently, your whimpers filling the room.

“Y/n.” Loki called, shaking you awake “I’m right here, you’re safe.” He soothed, wrapping his arms around you as he cradled you to his chest as you snuggled against him, willing yourself not to cry in your half conscious state.

“L-Loki?” You stuttered, pulling away from him.

“You’re okay now, I’m here. It was just a nightmare.” He spoke softly.

“I’m—sorry.” You sobbed.

“Hey, hey, take some deep breaths.” Loki prompted, inhaling and exhaling with you. The breathing did calm you, unfortunately. Once you were back to normal again, you assessed the situation. You were literally in your bed shaking after a nightmare that Loki had to wake you up from. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was nearly three in the morning. Why was Loki even awake and how could he hear you? “I was walking past your room and heard you, I called your name but you didn’t answer but you sounded distressed so I came in.” He explained as if he could read your mind.

“Why are you even awake?” You asked him.

“Well” he sighed “I simply just couldn’t sleep plus I’m not a huge fan of the rain.” He answered with a light chuckle. You felt his chest vibrating against you with his movement and it hit you that you were still in his arms. “Again, I don’t mean to pry but if you want, I could stay with you tonight.” He offered “I’ll sleep on the floor.” He quickly added.

“I um—I’m fine.” You replied.

“Okay.” Loki smiled curtly before looking down at your hand which was clutching at his top tightly. You followed his gaze, near gasping when you saw the action, you hadn’t even realised you had done that. You quickly dropped your hand, embarrassment shrouding you.

“Um” Loki began, searching for the words “well if it’s okay with you, I’d enjoy the company. I’ll make a bed on the floor.” He said, beginning to retreat.

“No” you quickly stopped him, hand clutching his top again “you-you can sleep here.” You offered.

“Thank you.” He smiled, settling properly against your bed. You snuggled against him, inhaling. Strangely, Loki felt like home.

“Goodnight Loki.” You uttered.

“Goodnight my darling.” He spoke, kissing your hairline.

It is in fact 3AM and it’s raining so I thought I should write this little drabble thing😂

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Hush

A/N: For the lovely @lancsnerd and her Six Steamy Sentences challenge.

Pairing: Loki x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT

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The fork you held nearly clattered on the plate below as Loki’s cold touch against the inside of your thigh startled you, gripping it and giving you a warning look to stay silent as his piercing gaze flashed with dark desire, his fingers slid your panties aside deceitfully as dinner went about.

His thumb drew lazy circles over your bundle of nerves while a slender finger slipped inside your warmth, the second one made your breathing hitch as you tried to maintain your demeanor, catching his smirk as he toyed with the wine glass before casually taking a sip.

The raven-haired prince brought you close to the edge, halting whenever he felt your walls quiver while you did everything in your power to muffle cries and soft moans that threatened to escape your lips.

“Would anybody care for some dessert?”

Loki’s smirk deepened as his fingers retracted completely, leaving your burning cunt desperate for more as he politely declined the offer, sucking his fingers clean as he threw a wink in your direction, reveling in the way you blushed.

“I believe I have other plans for dessert tonight, isn’t that right Lady (Y/N)?”

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