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ashdreams2023 · 5 months
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Can u do Loki x touch starved reader Headcanons? Maybe reader is an avenger and had a tough past
Loki x touch starved reader
Ok at first he would think you’re just clingy to get his attention then he starts to realize
Oh? You actually like this, you want to be close to him because it makes you feel good
Honestly if that’s all it takes to make you happy then baby he’s on board
Hand holding 24/7
Assures you that he doesn’t hate it and having you close is a delight
He has his arm around your waist when you’re in formal events
Kisses, lots and lots and he loves it, don’t ever think he’ll get sick of it
Runs his hands through your hair and caresses your arms when you cuddle
Holds you tight at night and most nights is the little spoon so you can keep him as close as you want
Let’s you cling to him while he walks around the house and smooches your face when you lay your head on his chest
Carries you around just because he can, and beside you look cute all curled up against his chest
Intimate times are like the best thing ever, you’re having the time of your life because you love the skin to skin and he’s simply enjoying how satisfied you are
Sometimes you sneak underneath his sweater and warp your arms around his middle
Actually loves all the attention, it feeds his ego but also it’s nice to have positive attention for once in a while
Puts his hand on your thigh when you two sit next to each other
Fingers tangled together under the table at dinner
Foreheads pressing against each other as goodbyes and hugs where you’re feet off the ground as hellos
Plays with your hands and puts them on his face and kisses your palm
Runs his hands softly over old scars and hums while he holds you close
Everyone rolls their eyes at you two but no one interferes because they know you deserve it
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louwaffles · 9 months
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Loki: Every morsel in my body loathes this planet, you worthless humans, and this disgusting air. 
Avengers: .....
Loki: Every time I see or even hear someone breathe, my resolve to destroy this planet grows--
Y/N: I know this is bad time, but--
Loki: *anger melts and heart gushes* Oh, how I love this beautiful creature blessed from the heavens to sing me songs every morning.
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xoxoavenger · 3 months
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I'll Always Find You
pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
summary: Loki finds Y/N at the TVA when he begins to time slip.
word count: 961
warnings: none
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As soon as Loki realized he was getting pulled through time, he suddenly felt like he didn't have enough of it.
The problem with time was that when he would be pulled to the past, his present still continued. It made him wonder about the time he came from, where that version of him was at this point. It just confused him more, because he knew the TVA didn't work like that. He knew that the version of him he was supposed to be was no longer a 'present' being.
It was confusing and making his head hurt, though he wasn't sure if part of that was because of the time warping or not.
He was running through the halls, away from the hunters who didn't know who he was. He turned around for just a second to check how close they were before he was warping again, pain shooting across his body. He couldn't stop himself from running when he saw someone appear in front of him, so he ended up tripping over them and sending them both to the ground.
"Sorry," He was already pushing himself up and beginning to run before he saw their face. It stopped him dead in his tracks, slipping to the ground as he took her in.
"What's got you in such a rush?" She asked, brows furrowing.
"Y/N," He whispered. She was wearing the robes he'd seen Rayvonna wear, looking more regal than she had even in Asgard. Her head cocked as her eyebrows raised. She was clearly confused.
"Are you alright?" She doesn't recognize him.
This hurts worse than Mobius. It hurts because Y/N is his person. Y/N is his. They were close on Asgard, always causing trouble together. When she was sent away to study, Loki had rebelled even harder. It's why he tried to take over Midgard. Looking back, it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but originally he was hoping
"It's me, Loki!" He knows it's not worth the effort, knows that she's had her memory wiped, probably multiple times. But he can't help but beg, can't help but hope against hope. He doesn't even want to think about what made her end up at the TVA.
The last time he saw Y/N, it was bad.
He didn't like to think about it. Which was funny, because it didn't stop him from thinking about it as much as possible. All he could think about was how he left them. How he let her be banished, too afraid to be banished himself. How he cried that night, so hard his mother was called.
He had been on his way to find Y/N when the TVA took him.
"Are you okay?" She asks, looking at his dirtied shirt and the cut on his arm that he couldn't even feel anymore.
"No, no," He cannot handle Y/N not remembering him. This version of her is close to the most recent version he remembers. He tries to figure out if she's different, but he can't. This is Y/N. She is his.
"It's alright," She says, though it's clear she doesn't actually think it's fine. She's looking at him like he's crazy.
Maybe he is.
"I'm gonna leave, I can't," He feels sick until a thought enters his head. He could just enchant her.
"I should call someone," She says, her fake-nice voice on. Loki doesn't take time to apologize, simply putting a hand to her head.
It doesn't take much searching for him to find her memories. He never thought He Who Remains actually took them, that'd be impossible. They're always hidden, and he would search as long as it takes.
Except he can't, because as soon as he pulls back and sees her, sees the realization dawn on her face, he can feel it.
"You can't tell anyone you know, it's not safe!" He rushes out as he warps through time once more. He looks around, realizing he was in the present now. Mobius is looking at him in awe, pulling him close and hugging him.
"Loki, you're really back!" He says, clearly excited about his friend's return.
"Y/N's here." Loki mutters, still in shock. He's hugging Mobius back, but lightly, because he can't really think about anything but the woman that has haunted his dreams since he came to the TVA.
"What?" Mobius mutters, pulling back.
"She was, I saw her," Loki looks around, as if she'll be there.
"We'll find her, Loki." Mobius tries to console, but Loki is already walking down the hall. He just needs to find her, even if she doesn't remember, because he can make her remember again. She just needs to be there.
It's almost as if he hadn't felt her loss deeply. He hadn't had the time, too busy rebelling against his father for crowning Thor when he was the rightful heir. Knowing where she was, knowing that she had been stuck here for God knows how long, it made him sick. He had no idea how long it had been since he had given her memories back.
"Have you seen her?" Loki asks, describing her appearance as quick as he can as they walk through the TVA.
"Actually, yeah," Mobius pauses, causing Loki to turn. "She was friends with Rayvonna. I think her office was right next to her's!" The two of them turn to begin on the path to the offices when Loki ran straight into someone.
"Loki!" Y/N threw her arms around him, letting him hold her close. "Oh God, I thought you'd never come back. I thought you'd never find me." She whispered, trying not to cry.
"I'll always find you." He kissed the side of her head, tucked into the side of his shoulder and tried to keep the tears at bay. "Always."
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sweetiecutie · 2 years
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Pairing: Loki Odinson x fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, size kink (I mean, this man is literally 6’4🙄), tummy bulge, bit of overstim, cumplay if you squint
A/n: sorry for being inactive bubs, my sister got in a bad fight w/ her boyfriend and he left the country and took all their shared money savings with him, refusing to pick up his phone, and it was pretty fun to watch. Hope you enjoy this writing💖
Loki was stressed and tired. Tired of always having to maintain the image of calmness and prudence suitable for a member of a royal family. Of his father always underestimating him, instead preferring the older of his two sons. Of said older son aka his brother Thor, overly confident in himself and his abilities which always leaded to him getting into big troubles, at the same time throwing tantrums at every smallest inconvenience
All he needed was some stress relief and you happened to be more than willing to help him out. That’s how you ended up huddled on his huge bed, body rocking with every brutal thrust of his hips, dick plunged deeply inside of your quivering heat, writhing orgasm after orgasm from your shuddering body
You’re laying on your back with Loki settled comfortably in between your opened wide legs, strong hands firmly pinning you down to the mattress, keeping you in one place. Your skin is shiny with sweat, you can feel Loki’s cum drying on your thighs and chest, bringing a slight shriveling feeling but you couldn’t care less. You run your fingers up his sides lovingly, caressing his soft skin with light touches. Your hands come up to man’s shoulders, resting there, digits play with his silky black hair
- Keep your hands up, - Loki rasps breathily in between deep thrusts, forcing his huge cock inside your squelching pussy, slipping out until only the tip is left inside and then slamming his whole length back in. His grip on your hips is firm, long pale fingers dig into the plushy skin, surely leaving dark marks in their wake
- But I wanna touch you, - you whine weakly, lips jutting out into a little pout as you look pleadingly at your lover
Ferocious rutting of Loki’s hips comes to a halt; tall man crouches over, his face is hovering right above yours intimidatingly, noses almost touching as his dark obsidian eyes glare into yours coldly, his long silky hair frames his thin features, stray locks fall down onto your cheeks and neck, tickling sensitive skin there
- I said keep your hands up, - Loki says quietly, putting heavy emphasis on each word. His voice is low and husky, sternness of his tone almost makes you shrink as long-haired man keeps staring down at you admonishingly, daring you to defy his order
You swallow heavily, doing as you’re being told, putting your hands off your lover’s broad shoulders, obediently resting them on a mattress right above your head. Loki hums in approval, resuming the jutting of his hips, plunging his dick in and out of the snug sheath of your cunny. Delicious drag of his throbbing shaft against your velvety walls makes your back arch up in pleasure, eyes flutter closed at the strong sensation
- Good girl, - black-haired murmurs sweetly, thin lips curl into a mischievous smirk and the quick change of his demeanor makes you mind go fizzy, the bottom of your stomach tingles slightly at the praise
He hooks his hands under your bent knees, yanking you towards himself what causes his dick to nudge deeper into your sopping cunt; thick cockhead hits your cervix just right, stretching you out to your limit. You let out a wail of pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull
- Fuck, doll, just look at that. You’re so small, barely fit me in. I can see my cock moving inside that pretty pussy of yours, - Loki murmurs softly, airy chuckle leaves his throat. His right hand lets go of your hip, resting on your belly instead, slim fingers trail abstruse patterns on the silky skin, causing goosebumps to break out
You rise your head a little, peering down at where your bodies connect and you finally understand what he is talking about. On your lower stomach, right beneath your navel, there is a distinguishable swelling forming every time Loki ferociously slams his cock in your drooling pussy, his fingers tracing the outline of his dick in your tummy. He notices your intense gaze and buries himself inside you to the hilt, stilling his thrusts and staying motionlessly, allowing you to have a better look at what is going on
You mewl thickly when Loki presses his thumb especially hard against the bulge, your head falls back onto the plushy mattresses and man resumes his movements, slanting his hips into yours deliciously, balls hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that rock the air of the chambers along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure
You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as Loki’s dick drags along every sweet spot inside of your pulsing walls; the hand that was previously massaging your tummy slides a bit lower, deft fingers rub and toy with your swollen clit, making you thrash in heavy pleasure underneath himself. You grip on the sheets above your head, still not daring to move your hands from their position, thighs wrap around man’s lean torso, seeking some kind of support
Your stomach tightens as you get nearer and nearer to your release and finally, the dam within you breaks, flooding your whole being with a mind-blowing pleasure. It feels like pure electricity surges through your body and your tired muscles shudder violently, making Loki guffaw in excitement, planting light smack to your left thigh
The sight of you falling apart on his dick along with the hectic clutching of your walls pushes Loki closer to the edge; he keeps pummeling your squelching hole, chasing his own release, overstimulating your sensitive body with wide meaty thrusts, making you tremble underneath his bulky form. He pulls out, finishing himself in a few final strokes, releasing his perky cum all over your pubic and quivering pussy with a low groan
Loki swipes the head of his cock over your puffy glistening folds, smearing and smudging his cum all over them, making you jolt harshly at the contact with the overly sensitive nub of your clit, mean chuckle tumbles through his chest at your pathetic cry, your thighs tremble uncontrollably on each side of his body
He leans down, connecting his lips with yours in a lazy wet kiss, tongue slipping in your mouth easily, tangling with yours in a messy dance. You finally decide to move your hands from their position, resting them on top of Loki’s nape, drawing him in even closer to which he happily complies, almost laying on top of you
He breaks your kiss, a shiny string of your shared saliva connecting your lips. Your body sores from multiple rounds of sex and Loki runs his warm hands down your sides, resting them on the concavity of your waist, fingers softly rub your skin there. Black-haired peers into your eyes lovingly, mischievous smile tugs the corners of his lips upwards and he rasps breathily agains your lips, his words bring blush to your face:
- C’mon sweets, one more time. I know you can give it to me🤍
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chubbygirlfics · 1 year
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Hi idk if you write for Bucky Barnes or for Loki but if you do I would really love a bucky or Loki x plus size reader and I know it gets annoying but I’m really struggling and I was wondering if they could help reader through body insecurities.
Loki & Bucky head-canons for helping reader through body insecurities (separate)
Warnings: insecure reader, plus size reader!
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Loki-
Wishes you could see yourself through his eyes
He already worships the ground you walk and and it’s hurts him seeing you constantly out down your self and your body
Trust me he’ll do everything in his power too boost your confidence or make you feel better ab yourself
Stands behind you in the mirror, tracing his hands along your body, whispering to you about what he loves ab you and that your perfect
If your ever worried he can’t pick you up or that your going to hurt him just remember he has super human strength and you would never hurt him and he would love to pick you up only if your okay with it
The days you feel like you can’t get through it you always have him
He will take you out, hype you up, make love to you, anything that makes his pretty girl feel better
The moral of the story is, Loki will always be there with open arms and ways to comfort you.
Bucky-
With Bucky it’s a little different
Yes he loves you and thinks your perfect but he has trouble communicating about this type of stuff, he doesn’t really know how to comfort you
I guess he doesn’t understand your insecurities, he doesn’t know why you hate your body when he loves it, he doesn’t know why you hate your face and he adores it
Will attempt to make you feel better, by telling you your gorgeous, and that no one compares to you
While that doesn’t necessarily help it’s just the thought that counts
Like with Loki if your worried ab hurting him or him not being able to pick you up he has super solider strength
He could through you around if he wanted too
But just know he loves you no matter what and will try his best to help you.
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sinsandguilt · 1 year
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Stain Me (Loki x Female Reader Drabble)
Just a quick drabble inspired by the song Holy Water by Zippermouth. This is only my second time ever posting any writing on Tumblr so sorry if it’s kind of bad or rubbish 😅
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Loki looked up at the woman hovering above him, her fingertips caressing and tracing every line, ever scar, every shadow of muscular definition on his bare torso. She inspected his form like he was a priceless art piece, with her gaze so fond and warm he thought he could burn up in her eyes. He felt so overwhelmed with emotion, to be doted upon and admired so earnestly, that he would surely be punished for it. It had to be some kind of sin, for someone as marred and dirty as him, to have won the affections of one so pure.
“Don’t…” he uttered softly, his hands trembling almost imperceptibly as he reached for his lover’s wrists, halting her movements.
Her eyes snapped to his, filled with confusion and concern. Concern. Concern for one so unredeemable as him. It was too much to bear.
“What?” she questioned. The fear that she had overstepped some sort of boundary shone plain as day on her features. “Loki, what’s wrong?”
He let out a shaking breath, tense shoulders shuddering as he exhaled. “You don’t want this,” he told her. “You do not want me.”
She cocked her head innocently, signalling she did not understand. The God could read her like a book, and he could virtually see the thoughts that would be whirring through her mind at that moment. Have I not shown you otherwise? Is this not enough? How can I love you more? How can I prove my love to you? Silly girl, if only she knew of the wretched acts he had wrought in his time, the pain and suffering he had caused, she would see the error in choosing him to love.
Of course, Loki knew she was aware of his past transgressions. There were few who had not heard tale of his evil deeds. But surely she did not truly comprehend the magnitude of his blackened past. For if she did, there was no way she would have given her heart to him as she had chosen.
“My dear heart,” he continued, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on the inner side of her wrists, “I am not a creature you wish to align yourself with. I am…” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I am damaged, corrupted. You, who are nothing but kind and good, should not dirty yourself with the likes of me. If you are the holiest, most crystal clear of waters, then I am not but a murky, muddy pool, stained with the blood of my sins. You should not-” his words were silenced as she placed her lips upon his in a kiss that was hard and urgent, one which she did not pull away from for several seconds.
When she finally released his lips, her eyes were dark, swirling with something Loki could not quite place. For the first time, she was unreadable. “Do not preach to me of what I should or should not do, O God of Mischief,” she told him firmly, her voice deep and sultry with a passion the God had never before seen. She placed her hands upon his face, delicate fingertips caressing his sharp cheekbones. “I have chosen with which waters I wish to bathe. I would rather drown within your pool than dare to swim in any other.”
He took pause to gaze into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, even the smallest of embers that would suggest she was not strong in her conviction. He found none.
“You may never be clean again,” he warned her in a husky timbre.
She merely smiled, her lips ghosting over his as she uttered two words. “Stain me.”
Loki was stunned into silence, his lover taking the moment to kiss him again with heated fervency, a kiss that led into a long night of irrepressible need and unbridled passion.
Perhaps if he were destined to burn within her love, then she was destined to drown in his.
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peterbarnes · 5 months
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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 1
Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.
Word Count: 1.5k
Catch up on season 1 of the series!
A/N: chapter 1 is here!! I'm gonna try to upload weekly. I'll try to stay somewhat canon-compliant but since I kind of diverged during the season 1 finale, not everything will be the exact same as the show (obv). Enjoy!
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It’s hard being in a place outside of time.
Your life drags on, but there’s nothing to quantify it; no way to measure your loneliness or your work. But - if you had to guess - it would be somewhere close to eternity. 
You hadn’t slept once since He Who Remains passed. It was peaceful, just like he’d hoped. And it was a stark reminder that despite everything, he was still just a human being. 
“You must protect the timeline,” he whispered to you on his deathbed. “My variants…if they come -”
“I won’t let them,” you interrupted. “I’m not scared.”
“You should be,” he said, voice quivering. “The Conqueror. He has no hesitation, no restraint. He is a vessel of destruction. I am a vessel of destruction.”
You took his shaking hand, gripping it tightly. Your heart thumped in your chest, nearly blocking out all other sounds. It was like someone was squeezing your ribs, blocking any air from coming in.  
“Everything will be okay,” you promised.
It was a lie.
- - -
“No, no, no, no,” you repeated to yourself. 
You were running around the citadel, from TemPad to TemPad, document to document. It was a mess - books scattered across the floor and cracks breaking apart the marble walls. 
“Miss Minutes!” You called.
“Yes?”
You shrieked at the sudden voice and whipped around to find the orange clock floating behind you. 
“Why isn’t Renslayer answering my calls?” You questioned.
Miss Minutes wasn’t taking your succession of Time too well. She met every question or command you gave with an eye roll or a snarky comment.
“I already told you,” she said, exasperated. “I don’t know.”
“Your job is literally to know everything,” you snapped, slamming a document down onto your desk. 
“Hey!” She retorted. “You watch your tone with me, missy. Judge Renslayer is completely off the grid. I can’t track her or her TemPad anywhere.”
“Can’t or won’t?” You asked. 
Miss Minutes didn’t answer. She simply scoffed and crossed her orange arms. 
“You see that?” 
You pointed out the window - to the Sacred Timeline beyond the Citadel. Except, it didn’t look the same as when you arrived. Instead of a beautiful blend of neon hues in one direction, streaks were going in all different directions. Branches, and they were growing fast.
“If I can’t contact the TVA’s head judge, then we can’t create a plan to stop this branching!” 
You were screaming at this point, more to yourself than Miss Minutes.  
“This never happened under He Who Remains,” Miss Minutes argued, pointing her gloved finger at you. “This problem started as soon as you took over.”
You glared daggers at the AI, but she wasn’t wrong. You had promised to protect and uphold Time, to prevent a multiversal war. All you had accomplished since you took over was making it worse.
“It’s not just me,” you tried to reason. “The TVA is falling apart. Now that we - the employees - know they’re variants, they’re either going back to their place on the timeline or refusing to prune. It’s a disaster!”
You plopped onto your desk chair, burying your head in your hands. Your nails picked at your scalp, pulling hair and skin out of frustration.
“This is your responsibility now,” Miss Minutes told you coldly. “If the TVA isn’t working right, get down there and fix it yourself.”
And with that, she was gone. The only person - and you use ‘person’ loosely - you had to talk to. 
You sniffled into your sleeve. It was a blue sweater, warm and soft. It might appear mundane, but it was the only piece of clothing you’d worn that wasn’t your TVA uniform. It wasn’t supposed to be defined by your job, but you. Yet here you were sniffling into it as you crumbled under the pressure of your choices. 
“I can’t fix it. Why can’t I fix it?” You scolded yourself as tears cascaded down your cheeks. 
Miss Minutes’s words echoed in your head.
Get down there and fix it yourself.
Your eyes narrowed at the TemPad that sat on the desk before you. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve before grabbing the device and activating a Time Door. 
You walked toward it, prepared to enter when something caught your eye. Your old TVA jacket lay scattered on the floor in the corner, still caked in blood from when you fought Sylvie and Loki. The memories flashed through your mind, and you winced. You pictured an alternate timeline where everything worked out perfectly. You and Loki together in a beautiful house. You would get a high position at a tech company as he spends his days exploring human literature and making amends for his past. Sylvie peacefully traipsing the countryside, finally having that chip off her shoulder. Mobius visiting you and Loki, sharing stories about his jet ski rides.
If only reality were as perfect as dreams. 
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you ran and grabbed the jacket from the floor. It slipped on easily, like habit. As much as you had tried to run away from it, there was comfort in the familiarity. 
The Time Door stood before you, inviting you in. You inhaled a deep breath and closed your eyes.
And then you walked through. 
When you opened your eyes, you saw two gold doors. You backed up, trying to figure out where you were, only to back into a wall. The tiny space you were in was an elevator, you quickly realized. No button was pressed, but it moved nonetheless like it was taking you where you needed to go. 
You were about to slip the TemPad into your pocket when it started beeping furiously. 
“I swear if this isn’t Renslayer -”
There was no message, no notification awaiting you. Instead, what you saw was utter destruction. 
“Oh my God,” you whispered in horror.
Bomb after bomb was being dropped on branches. They snapped off the timeline like twigs as entire universes were completely eradicated. It wasn’t pruning - it was genocide.
If you had never let the branches grow this far, this never would have happened. 
It’s your fault.
It’s all your fault.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. The control room of the TVA was packed. Analysts and Hunters crowded the room, staring at the screen in front of them. What was on your TemPad was now displayed much bigger. A broken timeline, a massacre.
“Those are lives,” you heard someone say. 
Shock overcame your body. You had no control anymore of your actions - you didn’t even realize you had been walking until the elevator doors shut behind you and you were in the center of the control room. 
The TVA workers parted as you walked by them. Gossip spread, and whispers were shared. They all knew - you could tell. They knew about your betrayal, how you sided with the man that had stolen their lives - your life. 
As the last of them parted, one person stood firmly in your way. Raven hair messily fell past his cheeks, and his blue eyes bored into you. They widened as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“Hi.”
It was all you could say. 
“Hi,” he responded. 
An awkward pause settled between you. Loki cleared his throat and turned to Mobius, who nodded at him encouragingly. 
“He was wrong,” Loki said to you. “A replacement didn’t stop the branching.”
“He wasn’t wrong,” you told him softly. “I just wasn’t right.”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What?”
“I tried,” you said, voice cracking. Tears slowly welled in your eyes. “I thought I could fix it. But no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. I was never enough. I failed.”
You tried to wipe your tears discreetly so no one would see.  
“You have some nerve showing up here,” one of the workers shouted. Others sounded their agreement. 
You stared at the floor in shame.
“Easy, X-10 or I’ll throw you in that cell with Brad,” Loki threatened, his tone pointed and glare blazing. 
“I want to help,” you said to the hunter. “There’s a war coming. We need to be ready.”
Mutters broke out amongst the crowd.
“A war?”
“What war?”
“What do you mean?”
But amidst all the chaos, Loki’s eyes didn’t leave yours. You watched as he slowly walked toward you. The anger in his eyes faded immediately when he looked at you. Instead, they looked sad - the type of melancholy only heartbreak could cause. Misery, longing, and fear all in one. But he pushed it aside, approaching you and holding out his hand.
“Stay?” He asked softly.
“Always.”
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Loki sat across the club, in a private section reserved just for himself.
His gaze always drifting over to you and the group of people you had decided to go tonight with. You had rejected his offer to go with him, stating you needed space.
Loki felt the anger rise inside him when the words slipped out your perfect pink lips. He knew he had fucked up, he had hurt the only person who actually care for him.
So he followed you, stalked you was the more appropriate term. His heart ached whenever a male would whisper in your ear and your laughter made its way to him. He watched as another male touched your hand, ever so gently as he passed your glass over to you.
Loki also watched for your reaction but nothing, not a smile or acknowledgement of the touch. You just kept chatting to the young female beside you. His anger grew once more when the man touched your shoulder, again trying to gain you attention.
He notes your response as a quick shrug and nothing more. You clearly were not interested in this male specimen. He continued to sit there as he sent a clone of himself over to you, his hand slide around you waist, pulling you into him.
"What the.....?" You said confused only to tilt you hear to see who was there. Loki smirked, he could feel your heart beating faster.
Loki flicked his wrist and your friends left you alone without question.
"Using magic to get us alone is a shit move Loki" You grumbled. He smirked
" I don't like when people keep touching my things. I don't share" His clone said. "What part of space did you not understand?" You ask.
"I am giving you space" he responded.
"A clone of oneself is not space. You are to chicken to come out here it and lay your claim over me, no you just send an illusion.
Loki pushes his hardness into you, " Is this an illusion? Does this not feel real, my hand, your back against me, my cock is strained against the confines of my trousers. You should know how my "illusions" work my pet. I can recall every time you have taken two of my cocks at once"
He watches as you roll your head back against his shoulder. His silver tongue always was your weakness. He slowly drags you back to his dark corner, his clone closes the curtain and a flick of magic means that now you have complete privacy.
The clone Loki pulls his down to his lap as the real Loki kneels between your legs, slowly pushing your skirt up further. His clone behind you, grinding himself on you and his hands making their way down your top. You close your eyes, enjoying every moment of this, even if you were mad at him
"I am sorry for what I did. Please let me make it up to you" His hands still as he wait for your answer, a quiet whisper of "I forgive you" is all he needs.
"Look at me Pet."
You open your closed eyes to see the god still between your legs.
"Remember I will only kneel for you " he says and no sooner is his tongue pushing you to your release.
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jedi-valkyrie · 1 year
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how marvel characters would react to an extensive skin care routine
including: steve rogers, clint barton, natasha romanoff, thor odinson, sam wilson, loki laufeyson
gender neutral!reader and the headcanons can be read as romantic or platonic
warnings: swearing (just from me, nothing bad)
requested by: @weigheddownbyfandoms
a/n: as someone with a long ass skin care routine i feel seen and heard. but this one’s shorter! sorry i’ve been gone so long!!!
steve
i don’t think he’d have any strong opinion
he’d just sorta sit back and observe
he’d probably sit with you while you did it just hover around
his morning routine isnt short either so if you do it then it’s a very big staple of his day
main motivation for getting up is the fact that he can see your face get so focused as you use some weird roller wand
he likes the domesticity of watching your routines; it’s soothing
clint
okay so he’d pretend not to care, he doesn’t see the use in it
very much cold water splash kinda guy i think
but then he sees the fun stuff
the jelly masks and the weird circulation massages
and it becomes a shared activity
yknow those ipsy bags that have those samples of cute makeup things
he’d start buying them for skincare
not for you, obviously
but because he wants the weird bubble mask
bruce
he gets it. he doesn’t mind
he gets very wary of the chemicals though
if he sees a paraben or a sulfate, you can bet your ass it’ll be replaced by tomorrow
“i don’t care that it’s more expensive, it’s worth the extra 10 dollars”
he’s kinda the opposite of clint
he only does the stuff that seems relaxing
you’re telling me that he wouldn’t go to a spa with you? lies, he’d get the cucumbers on the eyes and everything
also he’d do a green face mask and laugh at himself way too hard
natasha
once again, doesn’t really care
she’s used to having to do shit fast so she’ll just kinda bask in the leisure of it all
she’s most like steve but she’d probably get impatient on occasion
she doesn’t see the value in it necessarily but it makes you happy so she doesn’t care
she makes fun of you with all of the little tools that you’d use
“it looks like a fucking dentists office in here”
thor
oh my god he gets so excited
he’s so interested
he’s always glued to your side anyways and the new colorful goop just heightened it
he is with you every step of the way
he’ll watch tutorials, he’ll google different products
he will incorporate every piece of you into his life, even if it means he has to scrub clay out of his eyebrows
he will do it voluntarily and without complaint
sam
sam likes to take his time
he already probably has some sort of routine anyways
but when you suggest that you start sharing the bathroom so getting ready isn’t a full two hour production
he practically leaps at the opportunity; free shared time and free fun products
he likes the relaxing stuff
the soothing washes and the moisturizer
he loves a good self care day
loki
my first thought was: snake, slimy
but no i think he thinks it’s too much.
watching all of the little trinkets probably makes him scoff or something
he’s one of those people (gods) with fucking perfect skin so he doesn’t understand the hydrochloric acid (or whatever you choose to use)
he just doesn’t see the point
but i think on some level he’d rather suffer through your routine then have to sit alone for that long
so he sits and he reads while you do your thing (was he silent? or was he silenced?)
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starlight-loki · 1 year
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The Elevator (Loki x Reader)
Or, that time you and Loki got stuck in an elevator together.
Word Count: 957
Warnings: it's short and corny sorry in advance
A/N: i make a few small references to two earlier fics (linked below), but it's not necessary to have read them before this one :) gender neutral reader as always!
Precautionary Surveillance What Haunts Us at Night
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“Did you press the button?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I pressed the button.”
“And?”
“You’re seeing the same thing I’m seeing, it’s not like you blinked and missed anything important!” 
Loki let out a ragged sigh, clenching his jaw as he leaned against the wall of the elevator.
“Relax,” you said, reaching forward and punching the call button one more time, the aggressive action a feeble attempt to keep yourself from taking your frustration out on the god trapped in the elevator with you. “If the call button isn’t working, you can just… y’know, magic us out of here and back into our own rooms.”
“It doesn’t work that way.”  
“You somehow managed to hide a damn Infinity Stone from Thanos, fake your death more than once, and prance around Asgard for two years as your father without anyone knowing. Please, Loki, enlighten me: what’s stopping you from getting us out of Tony’s piece of crap elevator?” 
“I create illusions,” Loki explained slowly, rolling his eyes at you as if this was basic information he was explaining to a child. “You’re asking me to tear apart the very fabric of space itself. That’s madness, even my own powers have limits.” 
“Alright, then I guess we’re going to have to go with Plan B: how loud can you yell?” 
“Don’t be ridiculous, that won’t work. We’re trapped in metal.”
“Oh please. Let’s be real, you just don’t want to make a fool of yourself, right?”
The annoyance in the air was palpable as Loki rolled his eyes at your retort. “By the gods, Y/N, pray tell… how in the Nine Realms did you guess?”
You cracked a hint of a smile at Loki’s thick layer of sarcasm as you sank down slowly until you were curled in the corner of the elevator. You rested your head against the cool metal, letting a tired sigh slip out quietly. Loki peered down at you, raising an eyebrow.
“Giving up so soon?”
“Someone in the Compound will figure out pretty soon that the elevator’s broken. No one takes the damn stairs in this place anyways.” You shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest. “Might as well get comfortable while we wait it out.” 
You expected Loki to scowl at you, or bite back with another one of his bitter remarks, but to your surprise, the god stepped over until he was beside you. Without a word, he sank down to match your position on the floor. 
You couldn’t fight the curious glance you shot him as you observed how Loki kept his gaze fixed on the elevator doors in front of you. 
“I thought you hated all us Avengers. After… y’know, the whole house arrest thing Tony put you under and all.”
“I hate most of them.” Loki corrected you slowly, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I must admit, however, some of them have pleasantly surprised me.”
“And who might those be?”
Your question earned another eye roll from the Asgardian.
“You’re not half bad yourself, Loki. In fact, I think you’re becoming one of my favourite people here.” You voice almost seemed to reverberate against the metal walls of the elevator after a moment’s silence. Loki’s eyes narrowed at first, but then his gaze softened slowly as he took in your words. 
“I must admit, Y/N, I’m surprised and… honored?”
You chuckled at Loki’s loss for words.
“Maybe it’s all the sleepless nights we’ve spent together,” you continued. “But you make good company. Even now, when we’re stuck in an elevator.” 
You couldn’t take your eyes off of Loki’s slight smile. Hell, you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off Loki. Maybe it was the suspiciously good lighting in Tony’s piece of crap elevator, but something in Loki’s eyes almost seemed to sparkle. 
Loki was sitting so close to you. The two of you had fallen asleep together accidentally on the couch before, surely it wouldn't be the end of the world if you moved your hand just enough to touch his-
Before you could think any further about moving your hand over, Loki beat you to it. Without saying a word, his hand was suddenly resting gently on top of yours. If you hadn't known Loki as well as you did, you would've almost thought it was an accident, the way his hand brushed over yours and stayed there.
You glanced over at the Asgardian to see he was waiting for you to meet his gaze with a small smirk. In reply, you squeezed Loki's hand gently, and let out a laugh when he squeezed your hand back.
"Maybe it's a good thing the elevator stopped working?"
"And why would that be?"
"Well..." You nodded towards your intertwined hands. "We wouldn't be able to do this without getting the third degree from everyone else."
Seemingly right on cue, a whirring noise filled the air as the elevator came back to life, beginning its ascent back up to your original destination.
"That was surprisingly fast," Loki remarked as he helped you up to your feet.
"Like I said, no one here likes taking the stairs."
Before Loki could reply, the doors of the elevator opened to reveal a somewhat flustered Thor waiting expectantly at the entrance.
"Took you long enough!"
"Thor? How did you fix the elevator?"
Thor blinked at you in surprise. "I thought it was just slow... I hit it with a lightning blast, and..."
Thor trailed off as he noticed your hand intertwined with Loki's. The three of you exchanged anxious glances before Thor's face broke into a grin.
"Maybe I should have left you and Y/N in the elevator a while longer, brother."
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ashdreams2023 · 2 months
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Can you please do Loki reacting to reader if they asked for him to keep his horns on while doing the dirty 🤭 and also maybe it’s usually really soft and sweet but she wants Loki to be rough and he’s initially taken aback? 🙃 -can be whatever writing style you want, thanks
The horns stay
Loki x fem reader {NSFW}
Loki loved your lip, your eyes, your hands and your curves, every inch of you made him his blood boil with heat, he wanted to take his time lavishing you and making you feel special.
"Loki" you moaned as he took off your clothes, enjoying the way you squirmed under his cool hands and your back arched.
"I’ll be there my love just one second" he pushed you into the bed, not too strong he doesn’t want to hurt you.
He takes off his armor with a flick of his finger then reaches for him helmet but your sudden movement stop him, you sit Straight on the bed and reach for his hand, you pull it away from the helmet and pull him into bed "leave it, please"
His eyes darkened before slamming his lips onto yours, your arms warped around his neck in perfect harmony, pressing your naked chests together.
"Don’t hold back, please, I want you to make me yours, all the way"
Loki cursed underneath his breath, he licked his lips and bite your bottom lip teasingly before running his hand over your chest and squeezing your breast making me moan louder.
"You want me to mark you? Bruise your pretty skin my dove?" He breathed into your ear causing you to shiver.
"Yes, yes please, do your worst to me!" Loki grinned devilishly before pulling away and flipping you on your back, making you face the huge mirror near the bed.
Loki pulled you by your hair and lifted your head up slightly so you can get a good look at yourself and him in the reflection of the mirror.
His helmet horns still stood tall and shiny on his head "Beg me more, tell me how much you want it"
"Loki, my prince, please, take me, now!"
He slammed his cock inside of you and didn’t leave you any time to adjust like he did many times before, it was exciting and you were so wet and needy, it drove him crazy.
"You like that? That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?" He said thrusting rough into you, rocking your body with each slap and slapping your ass with his strong hand.
You watched with lust fogging your vision, all you could feel is him filling you up again and again.
Those horns made him look sinister, so intimidating, so powerful and Royal.
And you were his very own dove, the prettiest, most spoiled dove.
"Fuck you’re so wet and desperate, don’t cum yet" he said breathless then pulling out of you. You whined looking back at him and reaching your hand back to touch him but he held your wrist and pulled you on top of him.
"I did what you wished for my beautiful dove, now work for it like the little princess you are, take your throne"
You blinked away a few tears of frustration and grabbed onto his horns then seated yourself down, you were so close and just needed a couple of jumps in.
"Yes, just like that use me, use your prince" his words made your throat dry and your hips faster, he gripped your sides the whole time, digging his fingers into your soft flesh, edging you till your orgasm reached its peak and you came on his cock.
You still kept holding onto the horns, letting him thrust into your sensitive pussy until he finally came shortly after.
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louwaffles · 1 year
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Loki: You make my blood boil.
Loki: My skin crawls every time I hear your voice.
Loki: My mind roars with agony just at the thought of you.
Loki: I just love you too much, you’re too precious for this world.
Y/N: Thanks??
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grippingbeskar · 2 years
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sworn to you
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loki x fem!reader
word count: 7.7k
warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (fingering, oral (f receiving), voyerism kinda, mxf intercourse) general sexual content, swearing, mention of weapons, odins a shitty dad
a/n: in case u haven’t noticed I cannot write a short fic so i hope yall have a fucking snack!!!! i’m doing a re watch of the loki show so this is what u get YAY ENJOY!!! btw this gif exactly looks like a part of this fic so im gonna put a little a/n at the scene so u can picture it like i did okay im going now!!
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“Please rise and join me in welcoming the Asgardian Royal Family.” You hear from behind the two giant doors in front of you, and instantly you snap into action. Your back straightens and mind goes blank, allowing years of training to guide you through the motions. You are proud of your job, you worked so hard for so long, sacrificed friendships and relationships, all for this. The most prestigious job in all the realms, guarding Odin and his family.
You were damn good at it too. Top of your class, you were at the front of every battle, leading your own battalion at 21. You were lethal, you had to be, a girl becoming a warrior was its own set of battles no one else in your class had to face. Even Odin himself doubted your abilities, you had to present your case in front of his family in order to progress into the royal guard, and it was only when the youngest of them hand selected you as part of his personal guard that they gave you the chance to prove yourself.
Ever since then, you have been working twice as hard as anyone else, wanting to prove to the rest of the family you were worth their trust, and not wanting to let your oath-sworn prince down.
Your relationship with Loki was… complicated. He was your prince, and you would die for him if the time came. He was also the only reason for your career in the guard, and you owed him for that. But, it was also true what the rumours said about the god of mischief, because he was also the bane of your existence.
He made your job so, so hard. Ever since your induction he had tested your attitude , your abilities and your patience. He snuck out constantly, and as leader of his guard it was your job to keep him safe, so you would have to be the one chasing him out of bars, constantly breaking up fights, killing countless men who tried to take him out because of something he’d most definitely caused, and just generally being a royal pain in your ass. He called you uptight, a bore, and maybe that was true, but this was your job, and you had given everything to be here, so you’d be damned if he ruined it over a night in bed with a few courtians.
Marching into the large throne room, Loki was right behind you, and you could hear him muttering and grumbling about whatever niche detail about the day had put him in a sour mood. Whenever he was in a bad mood your attention was heightened ten fold, because a bored Loki was a dangerous one. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for anything out of place as you ascended towards Loki’s throne, taking your place behind him. He smirked at you as he sat down, turning around and motioning for you to lean down so he could speak.
“How is my dutiful guard today? Kill any mindless oafs this morning?” You retain the urge to roll your eyes, the entire court of Asgard currently milling around in front of you, waiting for Odin to begin.
“Not yet. But it’s early.” He laughs and winks at you, and you wish you could rip out the butterfly that floats in your stomach as he does so and stomp it under your boot. You do NOT have a crush on him, and the last thing you would do is jeopardise your position, Lokis reputation as a ‘ladies and man’s man’ already causing false rumours about how you really got your position. You don’t listen, and know that if anyone ever said it to your face you would show them exactly how you earnt this spot, but you can’t help noticing his objective attractiveness. After all, there’s a reason he beds so many people.
“How long is this.. thing supposed to go? It seems futile I even have to attend.” Royal family members are required to attend Odins address, and although you agree they can be, well, boring, you both had to sit through them for what was most likely hours as he addressed all the concerns of the court and updated them on the things he and the guard had been doing the past week. You didn’t need to hear it, you lived it, but your main job here was protecting Loki, and that was definitely not boring.
“You know Odin. He loves to talk to his people.” You stay objective, even though Loki bad mouths the King every day.
“More like loves the sound of his own voice.” He scoffs and crosses his legs, leaning back in his chair with his head resting on his hand, clearly uninterested. Spending so much time around him, you’ve begun to recognise signs of trouble, and with Loki that trouble is almost always magical. Your mother was a mage, so you know what magic looks like and can even practise a little, nothing compared to his power but enough that you can quell some of his smaller and stupider advances. So when you see a small bowl of fruit begin floating up from the banquet table mid way though Odins offical address, you tighten the hands on your staff.
“Loki…” you grit through your teeth, trying to keep your face neutral. You see him look at you, and a hand flicks up, sending the bowl high in the air. You reach out your own magic, a hue of red mixing with his green around the now levitating fruit. He pouts.
“You never have any fun, my love. Lets liven this party up a bit, shall we?” Ignoring the well in your chest at his endearing nickname, the feeling is quelled when he pegs a giant, round shaped fruit at the largest man in the room, a bald lord with his back to the other side. Immediately he turns, and shoves the man behind him, who reacts by smashing his fist into his face. Loki claps and laughs, clearly amused, and with a flick of your own hand you signal to your men on the ground to break up the fight.
You have them trained well, and they weave through the crowd with expert efficiency, but before they can reach them the fight ripples through the crowded floor, and you can count roughly fifteen perpetrators already. You can’t help but shoot Loki a deadly glare as you move from your post behind him, shouting an order to the rest of your men who were holding back. The crowd is soon flooded with the golden armour of your commanded army and they pull dozens of lords and ladies apart, some being dragged from the room and others arrested. You think you might have to get in there and take them on yourself when a booming voice from behind shouts a single worded order, making both you and Loki shudder under its authority.
“SILENCE!” Odin shouts, and the entire room stills. The slam of his own staff into the marbled floor cracks it, and when Odin turns to face Loki, you thank the stars for your training making you able to hold your face plain in spite of the melting fear he strikes into you. “Am I wrong to suppose this was your doing, boy?”
You don’t miss the little wince that Loki tries to cover at the demeaning address, and he straightens on his chair. He opens his mouth to respond but Odin just raises a hand at him, and then looks at you.
“Once again, your short comings to control the court have impacted me. Do you have anything to say for yourself, guard?” Odin has only spoken directly to you a handful of times, all of them being when you haven’t been able to stop Loki in time from causing whatever trouble he’d decided to created, but this was personal. He remembered your failings, and you couldn’t help but think it was more because of what you were than your actions.
“My king, I apologise for the disturbance. My men-“
“Your men have been fighting like children with the lords for the past thirty seconds. Is this a reflection of your training?” You take a quick look at the guard, the fighting has mostly stopped apart from the two guards currently holding down the bald men who started the fighting. You have trained them not to use any kind of lethal force unless absolutely necessary, and you knew if you had commanded it your men would have cut down anyone in the room efficiently, but this was their court, and it was just a dumb fight, no life needed to be lost over this.
You didn’t say any of this though, you only shook your head and began formulating a reply.
“My king, I-“
“She was acting according to my actions. If your looking to throw blame, I would bare it.” Loki cuts you off and he stands, his posture casual. He has only stood up to his father once before on your behalf, and that was when you petitioned to join the guard all those years ago, but you are still shocked when he does it so publicly, feeling the entire rooms eyes on you.
“Often I do blame you, as you so often are the cause. But perhaps I am wrong, if she cannot control someone as malleable as you, how would she command my legions? Lead my men in battle? Perhaps we need to reassess your capabilities, if this is the result of such a small indiscretion.” The wind leaves you when he stops talking, the words cutting you open and flaying you from the inside out. Your eyes burn and your legs threaten to give out under you, the embarrassment of being chided in front of hundreds of Asgards most respected and the men you had trained, who followed your orders.
“I am sorry to have disappointed you, my King. I will deal with this immediately.” You bow your head and your grip is painfully tight on the hilt of your dagger. You waited to be dismissed, hearing Lokis uneven breath beside you.
“See that you do. You may go, take these miscreants with you. Oh, and take my youngest, I have many matters to discuss, and it seems only Thor is mature enough to hear them.” You look up once, seeing the golden prince on the other side, his face pulled together in an apologetic grimace, looking straight at you. Thor had always been kind to you, knowing his brothers indiscretion’s better than anyone, apart from you. You nod and bow again, taking the stairs two at a time, hearing Loki trail behind you.
You shout orders to your men, and a few of them mumble apologies to you as you direct them. They have nothing to apologise for, it was a small fight in court and they handled it exactly how they should have, with the cleanliness and respect these people deserve, and without a single drop of blood spilt. They remove anyone who is still acting aggressive, although everyone has mellowed since the Kings outburst. Within another ten seconds the room is cleared, and you close the doors of the throne room when the last royal guard drags the bald man out.
Loki says your name, softer than he ever has. You face him, the mixed feelings of anger and embarrassment exhausting you, and you can’t hide the tear that falls down your face when you meet his gaze.
“What else, Loki? What could you possibly have to say to me?” He swallowed and took a step towards you before he spoke.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear it.” You laugh drily, and your throat burns in anticipation of your reply.
“Well, surprisingly your word means very little to me right now.”
“I wouldn’t have embarrassed you like that. I, of all people, would never incur my fathers wrath on anyone.” This you know is true, having been witness to a number of his fathers verbal dressing downs, having to stand there emotionless while Odin screamed at Loki for the smallest of mistakes. If you were honest you understood why he acted the way he did, but it made none of your work any easier.
“You still did it, though. Didn’t you? I’ve said this a thousand times, but no matter what, you will do whatever you want, never thinking about the kinds of consequences everyone around you has to deal with.” You’ve never spoken to him like that, he was your prince, your oath-sworn, but Odin threatened your job. That was the last straw.
“I will fix it. I will speak to my father. He will never threaten your position again.” Loki goes to walk away, but stops as he sees your shaking head and wry smile.
“It doesn’t matter. His opinion of me will never change, today just proved it to him.”
“What does that mean?” Was he seriously that unobservant?
“Odin will never see me as a true royal guard. He was waiting for me to make a mistake, prove his misinformation , and now I have. Didn’t you hear the way he spoke about me? ‘She’. He thinks of me as just that, a woman, out of her place. I never even would have made it out of basic training if you didn’t take pity on me, God knows why.” Another tear burns it’s way down your face and you let it, hoping the humiliation of crying in front of your prince will make you melt into the floor and disappear forever. Loki says nothing and you begin to walk back down the hallway, having to deal with the dozens of arrested lords awaiting your orders. “Forget it. Try not to get yourself killed over the next few hours. I need to work this out.” Marching past him, you follow the voices of your guards murmuring your name.
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Hours go by, listening to the droning of the petty issues of the court, them trying to justify why the fight got so out of hand. Unlike the royal family, you outrank these people, therefore you don’t have to take any of their lies. Standing from your seat, you march over and draw your dagger.
“Okay. I’ve had enough. Do you know the kind of scene you caused during the royal address?” The two lords kneeling in front of you begin to speak, but you hold your dagger out to them and they swallow their words. “It was violent. Unhinged. You saw how upset the King was. Some say he considers this mutiny. He has even called for public executions of the perpetrators. Says the safety of his court depends on how he treats his criminals.”
None of this was remotely true, Odin probably forgot about the whole thing the minute he got into the wine, but it does the trick, both of the lords a mess of quivering lips and sincere apologies. You roll your eyes, letting the blade dangle in your hands, a visual threat of their imagined future.
“Lock them in the cells for the night. Maybe a night with the worst of them will inspire more courtly behaviour.” The guards grab them and wait for your order to drag them out. “And if I see either of you step a royal toe out of line, I will cut it off. Am I understood?” They nod rapidly and you cut a look at your guards, who instantly drag them out and down to the cells. They would be fine, fed a meal of royal proportions and given a bed and bath, but you have no doubt they would recount it as the most terrifying experience of their lives, and that would be enough for you. You had enough royal shit for one day, and you leave the room, instructing your second in command to take over. He lands a hand on your shoulder, stopping you before you can leave.
“You didn’t deserve that. You know we have your back.” He is sincere and locks his eyes on you. Smiling, his words reassure that you are at least doing something right.
“Thankyou, Sam. But it’s fine, my ego is wounded more than anything.”
“That God of Mischief will get himself kicked out of the royal family soon enough, and he’ll be someone else’s problem. Once Thor ascends the throne, it will be a new era, and you will be at the front of it, all of us behind you.” You pull him in for a hug, Sam’s constant support and good advice a comfort over the years of training.
His words, however, give you pause as you leave the room, trudging down the steps to your quarters. Would Loki be kicked out of the royal family when Thor ascends? Thor loves him too much, but it does make you think that maybe Loki would leave of his own accord. Would you be forced to follow him, guard him off world? Would you do it willingly?
Yes, he drives you insane, and his constant trouble making was probably going to send you to an extremely early grave, but outside the confines of court, he was sincere. You owed him your life and your job, and even though today was technically his fault, there was no one to blame but Odin for the embarrassment you felt.
When you finally reach your room, you throw your staff in the corner and shed the top layers of your golden armour, letting the heavy weight drop off your shoulders and onto the floor, setting sun streaming in the window making the golden flecks dance in the mirror in front of you. Removing your weapons belt and sliding the heavy pants off, you step out of them leaving you in just the singlet you wear under your armour, tiny shorts and the dagger in your hand. You go to place it back in it’s hilt when you hear something.
It’s such a small sound, if you weren’t who you are you probably wouldn’t have picked up on it. The tiniest of clicks, you crouch and see the side of a boot underneath the door of your bathroom. You fall into battle mode instantly. Your sword is too far to reach in one movement, but the dagger will be enough to take down whoever is on the other side. Keeping low, the door is already opened slightly, and you push it open with your magic, a tiny red sparkle sending enough wind to swing it open, and you launch, grabbing the tall mass of person and slamming them into the wall, your dagger just inches away from their throat and your knee digging into their toned abdomen. Green armour contrasts under your skin, and you drag your gaze to the perpetrators face, inky black hair out of place, strewn over ice blue eyes you would be able to pick anywhere.
“Loki! What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom!?”
“Clearly I’m being held hostage. Do you mind?” He looks down to the dagger you hold at your princes throat, and he swallows, his throat kissing the blade. You don’t move, and instead push your knee into him harder.
“I am well within my rights to cut you down. Answer me. What are you doing in here?” Instantly your brain thinks he’s done something to your room, maybe stolen something, probably just going through your stuff for the fun of invading your privacy. He looks at you and these thoughts disappear, a look of sincerity flashing in his pretty blue eyes.
“I was hoping to- to..”
“Loki! What?!”
“I was coming to apologise! Do you want to remove the dagger from my throat now?!” He pushes against you and you let him, placing the silver metal on the sink next to you with a loud ‘clang’.
“You scared the shit out of me.” Gone was your formal tone, currently standing in front of him in nothing but a singlet and shorts, only they were hardly shorts, doing nothing to cover anything but the bare minimum.
“Yes, well, do you often try to stab your visitors? No wonder you don’t get many.” He walks closer to you, picking up the dagger and inspecting it.
“You were hiding out in my bathroom! Visitors tend to come when your home, and fully clothed! Also what do you know about how many friends I have.” You defend. He was right, your job allowed for practically zero interaction with anyone apart from those you were employed with.
“You don’t think I keep just as close an eye on you as you do on me? I’m insulted.”
“Why do you care who visits me?”
“I don’t.” Loki drops your dagger and your gaze. His hand draws the pattern of jewels that line the spine of it, and you can’t pull your eyes off the way his hands move. You kind of hate him right now, but his touch is light, the dagger not moving under his fingers. You suck in a breath when he moves his hand towards you and then pulls it back. It takes you a minute to find words, any words.
“So, you came to apologise?” He seems to be struggling the same, and he physically shakes his head to remember where he is.
“Yes. I’m sorry, for today. I jeopardised your position.” You sigh, relaxing your stance even though you are very aware of how little clothes you have on, and of Lokis wandering gaze.
“It’s fine. I was angry before, but it’s fine.”
“No. It’s- my father is not a good man. He would absolutely strip you of your titles, of everything you worked for.” You suddenly start to feel nervous.
“Is this supposed to be helping?”
“Um, no. What I’m trying to say is he would do these things, but not because you deserve them. I should never have tested him today and I-“ he swallows. You’ve never seen him anything but cocky and confident, only when he is being berated by his father does that demeanour drop. You have to ask, because your partly confused, and a very small part of you is lit on fire by his words.
“Why would he do that, then? Why embarrass me, why threaten my entire life over a courtly argument, if not because I deserve it?”
a/n: this is where i picture the gif at the start :( “Because he hates me, and will destroy anything I hold dear to keep me in line.” Your mouth drops open a little and you step back. The room spins a little and you blink a couple times to make sure you aren’t dreaming. Was that supposed to be a confession?
“Loki. I am your guard.”
“Yes. I know.” He doesn’t move and your grateful he gives you a moment to adjust. “I just wanted to apologise. I will leave you, but know this.” His hand reaches out to you and you don’t even think before you extend your own towards him, keeping the air between you. He brushes a light kiss to your knuckles and his lashes close when he connects with your skin.
“Know what?” you whisper and his lips leave you. You find yourself longing for more of it, more of him in a way you’ve never allowed yourself to think of.
“Know that I would bring this court, this family to its knees for you, if you would only say the word. They would never dare to embarrass you, to question you, to look in your direction. If you were mine, they would worship you, as would I.” With that, he turns and leaves, and with your inhale you try to scramble air into your lungs, feeling like your breath leaves with him.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
You didn’t sleep a wink, tossing and turning, your brain never being about to stop thinking about Lokis confession. You can’t say he didn’t turn up feelings inside of you that you hated to admit, but everything is so complicated with him.
There are days where you think you could kill him. Spending countless nights chasing him down, having to deal with enemy after enemy, constantly being on edge. He’s the reason you are so uptight, that and your job practically forcing you to be a stickler for the rules. But there are also times that you see him, the real him, and you know he’s more than the front he puts on.
The day he chose you for his personal guard, he’d said that the last thing he was, was traditional, and that he wasn’t going to pick the biggest guy in the room, but he was going to pick the smartest. There was the day when those two kids broke a priceless jewel in the throne room, and he spent the entire night projecting illusion after illusion to make sure they didn’t get in trouble from their father, who so obviously reminded him of his own. Then there was last night, his delicate touch such a contrast from the power you know those hands hold, and his words that dripped promise and valour. He made you absolutely crazy.
Was this thing something that was even possible for you? There were already rumours of how you slept your way to the top, were you willing to possibly destroy your entire career to explore this? Your job meant everything to you, you told yourself, but it’s only because it was so consuming that you never had the time to think of anything outside of it. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, however, in the form of a gorgeously irritating god, you started to realise what you might be forfeiting.
You could see the top of Lokis head in the seat in front of you as you stood in the throne room again, praying today went off without a hitch. Some general was talking about some battle you effortlessly led and won a few weeks ago, but your name is never mentioned, only attributing the success to himself, even though you were technically his superior. Is this the kind of court you want to dedicate your eternity to? To a man you fear, a man who treats his own sons like they must compete for his compassion? Lokis words have seemingly opened your eyes, and as much as you love the life style that comes with being who you are, and the sacrifices you’ve made to get here, you start to think that maybe it isn’t enough for you if you have to give up anything else.
You haven’t spoken to Loki since he left last night, you barely made it in time to march in today. Like he can feel your thoughts turning over, he looks up at you, his eyes piercing straight into your own. You can see him there, so when his voice, smooth as velvet, comes in your ear, you nearly drop your staff in front of everyone.
“You know, it’s highly unprofessional to threaten your prince with a dagger.” He whispers and you can hear his smile. You don’t respond, because the hundreds of faces staring up at the man giving a speech would surely notice if you starting talking to your self. You know it’s an illusion now, the shimmer on top of the head in front of you hinting that the real Loki stands behind you, so close you can feel the warmth of him. Most people can’t tell which one is real, the difference only noticeable to you because you spent so much time staring at the wrong ones. You just scoff at him, and he catches on. “You can speak freely.”
His hand comes on your shoulder and the familiar touch of his magic fills your body. You can no longer be seen or heard by the crowd, taking a step back and seeing a perfect illusion of yourself standing behind the perfect illusion of him, unmoving.
“Well I would say it’s unprofessional to break in to your guards room and stare at her in her underwear, so I guess we’re even.” You turn to face him and a smirk crosses his face, one he usually pulls when he’s about to do something that will end poorly for the both of you.
“If that is what your underwear looks like, no wonder you don’t have many visitors.” You think back, and remember the tattered white singlet you wore and small black shorts. You cross your arms.
“Why are you so obsessed with who’s visiting me? You know what, never mind. We shouldn’t be doing this.” You turn to return to your post but he’s way too fast, appearing in front of you.
“You know why, my love.” He purrs, but he doesn’t make any physical moves. Your fists close around your staff, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure. “Does my dutiful guard have any choice words for her prince, or will she leave him out in the cold?”
“Loki.” His head dips to meet your gaze which is staring somewhere, anywhere but his face. He’s a foot taller than you, so he has to dip quite a bit, but when he finds you, your eyes follow him back up to where he stands.
“I won’t force you to answer. I know I do not offer much besides the destruction of everything you have built, but I would give you all the nine realms to command, if only you would be mine.” Gods, his words were so pretty and laced with promise, it made you weak at the knees. His face was honest, no longer a mask hiding his true intentions, and you were the only one who could see it.
“I wouldn’t need any of that.” You say quietly, and you can see his eyes widen a little, surprised to get any answer at all.
“But I would offer it regardless. You deserve it all.” You breath harder, and he steps closer.
“You know I fucking hate you sometimes, right?” He smiles a little and nods. “Like, you seriously drive me insane. Up the wall, batshit crazy. You make me feel…”
“What? How do I make you feel?” His hand comes under your chin, his fore finger curling under and holding your gaze up at him.
“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. You have no idea what it is, and you haven’t ever stopped long enough to figure it out. “It feels like I’ve swallowed fire every time I’m around you. I’ve never felt anything so..”
“Intense. Passionate.” You nod and blink at him. “I know, love. I feel it, too.” You sigh and his touch leaves you, you find your head tilting forward slightly to chase it. “As I said, I will not force your hand. I know what this would mean for you.” He goes to turn back to resume his position but your hand grabs his wrist, not letting him leave for a second time.
“I don’t know what this is, and you do make me crazy. Insane.” He isn’t looking at you, but instead your hand on his wrist. “But I do know one thing.”
“And that is?” His eyes find their way to you, and you know.
“That I want this. Want you. Want you to-“ His hand comes to your face, and he kisses you, snatching all the breath from your lungs as he devours you. He kisses you like he’s never tasted anything like it and he wants to savour it, not knowing how long it will last. You kiss him back with just as much ferocity, your lips and teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. His free hand drops to your hip and pulls you into him, your armour clashing against his own and there’s too much in between the two of you.
You press against him as much as you can, the hand on your hip snaking behind your back, and it’s only when people start clapping that you remember where you are, and that it’s not just you and Loki.
“Wait. Wait.” Somehow you find it in yourself to pull away, and the look in his eye, so focused on you makes you press another kiss to his lips before he can speak.
“What is it, my love?” Your eyes dart behind him before finding his face. Your view is obscured and you can only just see the heads of a few of the members of the crowd having walked back so far. He catches on and pulls you back to him. “They can’t see. I’ve made it so. Even if they could, let them watch. Let them see how devoted I am to you. Let them watch as I make you feel things no other would ever make you feel. Let them wish they were us.”
You are the one to pull him to you now, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him into you. The kiss was messy and you loved it, it seemed just to the journey you were about to go on with him. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and his hand found his way into your hair, pulling slightly and you moaned in his mouth.
“Does that excite you, my sweet? Do you relish in the idea of showing all of those self serving wretches below you what they will never have? I think you like that.” He kisses down your neck and you can’t help the shiver that slips up your spine, the warmth of his mouth contrasted with the surprising cold touch of his hand on the back of your neck.
You are wearing too many clothes, he is not close enough. The hand on the back of your neck slips out of your hair and travels down your back, only feeling the occasional slip of his fingers when they come across an unarmed part. The anticipation of not knowing how fast or slow he was moving only drove the growing heat in your face and stomach, and when his hand stops on the hem of your trousers, you nearly whimper when he lifts the slip of your shirt and connects with bare skin.
“Do you have any idea how long I have waited to feel the warmth of your skin under mine?” You shake your head, completely under his spell. “Ever since that day you knelt before me and outsmarted every oaf in that room on your formation day. That look in your eye, you took them down with just that. You were the most glorious being I had ever witnessed.”
Your breath shuddered and his hand slipped under your pants, eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your word. You just kissed him again, and when his hand touched you from the outside of your underwear you felt his smile.
“Ah, did you dress up for me, darling?” You knew he was referencing the lacy underwear you were currently sporting, somehow being two steps ahead of him from his comment earlier.
“Only for you.” You murmur in his mouth and that’s all it takes for him to fall on his knees in front of you. Without him standing there, you can see the faces of people listening intently to whatever the guy was droning on about, and you thank the stars that none of the other royal family members are here.
Lokis hands expertly work your armour away, tugging your pants down so you stand in front of him in just your underwear from the waist down. You can see both of the illusion versions of yourselves staring blankly into the crowd and you hope to the gods no one asks you a question, not sure how Loki would make you respond.
“Such a pretty sight.” He kisses your hips, then the sliver of skin just above your underwear, and then one just over the top before sliding them down your thighs. His hand comes in between you, instantly finding the place you need him most. You cry out as he works you slowly, suddenly patient. “Spread your legs for me, let me show you how much I adore you.”
Your cheeks flush at his sweet words and you do as he commands. He looks up at you and doesn’t break eye contact as his tongue glides over your clit and you let go of a strangled moan, biting your lip.
“I want to hear you. Let everyone hear how good your prince makes you feel.” His name comes out in a string of gasps and cries as he slides two long, slender fingers inside of you. He’s still looking at you, and the intensity of his gaze paired with the public nature of what you are doing makes your head spin.
“Taste so sweet, my love.” His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and he uses his free hand to hold onto your thigh, forcing you down slightly. Your hands thread in his hair and you move your hips just a little to create more friction, and he moans along with you.
“Fuck! Loki - don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You beg and as soon as you say ‘please’ you hear him moan again, working you faster and faster. If that’s what he likes then that’s what you’ll give him if he keeps making you feel this alive. “Please! Please, my prince. Fuck..”
“You sound so pretty, begging for me. I’ll give you what you want.” He drives into you, fucking you with his hand and tongue until the heat becomes too much, so fast you cant register it and you cum all over his face, the hand on your back the only thing holding you upright.
Your orgasm hits you and it is overwhelming and all consuming. The faces of the crowd and your lifeless illusion disappear in a flash of white and you shout his name, grinding your hips on his face and pulling his hair wildly. He stands and grabs your face in his hand, still slick from being inside you, and the rawness of it is too much, your brain fizzling as he kisses you roughly. Your body still jerks a little going through the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm, so when he scoops you into his arms and you see the familiar green swirl of magic around you, you dont register you’ve moved until you land on the bed.
It takes you a moment to realise how you are on a bed, when seconds ago you were in the throne room listening to a speech about your stolen achievements. He must have transported you - no, teleported you to what you recognise as his chambers. They were twice the size of yours, and the bed was ten times as soft, the green and black bed sheets soft against your skin. Loki starts to take off his elaborate armour, but you jump off the bed and hold his wrists, him allowing you to move them away.
“Let me.” He nods, the soft look across his face pulls at your heart. You wonder if all those times he’s slept with people, if anyone has truly cared. If they had just been a quick and fast fuck, or if anyone had taken their time, drawn out their time with him. The way his eyes trace your hands as you slowly remove the top parts of his tunic make you think not.
You slide pieces of intricate clothes down his arms, over his shoulders and down his back. The more skin you reveal the more insatiable you become and he begins feeling the same, unclipping your armour and letting everything drop to the floor except the belt that holds the hilt of your dagger to your hip, the blade resting on your thigh. You were both naked, except for that dagger on your hip, and you move to unclip it when his hands stop you. He places a soft kiss under your jaw.
“Leave it on.” He whispers, and you fall back on the bed and he crawls on top of you. He was beautiful, there was no two ways about it, and you cant believe you ever doubted how much this moment right here would be worth. You would sacrifice everything for him, and you want to shout it from the rooftops. 
“I’ll give it up. The guard. If I have to.” You say in between kisses and he lays your head onto the pillows.
“You wont have it. I swear I will make this right for you.” He kisses your sternum then creates a line back up to your lips, the soft touches making you whimper and squirm underneath him. His hair falls over his face and tickles your cheeks as he watches you.
“I dont care. Whatever you want to do, I am sworn to you. No one else.” He slides into you as you say those words, and you both gasp and groan at the feeling of finally being close enough.
“No one else.” He echos, and pulls out all the way before rocking into you again, your eyes rolling back into your head seeing stars. 
He starts fucking you harder and you cant do anything but whimper and moan and shout his name. Your hands claw at his back and he kisses your collarbone as he holds himself above you by his forearms and slams into you, a groan leaving him every time he hits the wall of you.
“Thats right. Take it. How does it feel?” You know Lokis ego is big, but when he makes you feel this good, you will indulge whatever he asks of you.
“So fucking good! Please, give it to me.” You cry out as he picks up his pace, those stars covering your vision fading in and out as your second orgasm starts to build. 
“You take me so well, baby. You are made for me.” He murmurs against your skin and the name feels intimate, feels like you aren’t guard and prince, but just a boy and a girl finally falling together after years of pent up tension. 
You tighten around him, and the sound of Loki actually whimpering at the feel of you is enough to send you spinning into your next orgasm, him kissing your open mouth as you scream his name.
He chases you into his own release, the feeling of him cumming inside of you nearly enough to send you over the edge for the third time, and he doesn't stop fucking you until your hips stop moving and your body collapses underneath him, him sliding himself out and dropping next to you. Both of your bodies are hot and sweaty, but it doesn’t stop you both from pulling each other close, your face resting on his chest and both his arms wrapped around you, one hand lost in your hair. You stay like that a while, knowing as soon as you speak the spell will be broken and you will have to face whatever future you hold.
“I meant what I said.” You speak, and he kisses your forehead.
“I know, and so did I. You should not have to lose your career. Not for me.” You hate the way he thinks of himself, as if he is not worthy.
“I would. You are worth that for me. I dont need the armour or the swords or the respect. You are more than enough.” You are sure of it now, no job would beat the feeling of right now, laying in his arms as he breaths under you, heart beating in time with your own.
“And I do not need anything but this.” Your head flips to look at him, and he looks down at you.
“You mean-”
“Yes. I don’t need my family, this palace, these realms, not if I can have you.” You straddle him, flipping over and pinning him to the bed and you kiss him, soft and sweet.
“We can figure it out later. Sneaking around can be sexy, anyways.” You smile and he laughs, moving you on his chest as he does, and you never realised how little you see him smile like that, a genuine, happy smile.
“Who knew the captain of my guard was such a fiend?” You roll your eyes.
“Its cause Ive spent too much time around you.” He pulls you down for another kiss and you sigh into it, completely content. “We could just start our own realm. Take over ourselves.” He leans his forehead agains yours.
“You and me?” You nod.
“You and me.” He smiles and kisses you again, and for once in your life, you relax. 
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lesbian-deadpool · 2 years
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Loki: Remember me?
Y/N: Are you questioning my memory or your relevance?
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maltinonka · 2 years
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Loki x Reader - Sweater hoarder
Pairing: Loki × GN Reader
Summary: Loki is the God of Adorables.
Word count: 2144
Warnings: fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. You will vomit rainbows after reading this. Mentions of sad growing up. A bit of swearing. Reader has some anger issues.
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"Hey Thor, have you seen my sunflower sweater?" you entered the living room. "I left it in the meeting room yesterday but it's not there." 
"No, I haven't seen it." he grunted his eyes focused on his hand wrestling with Bucky's metal hand. 
"I haven't seen it either." Bucky answered your question even before you could ask it. You groaned frustrated. 
“Do you need my assistance in searching?” Thor was always happy to help you, probably because you were always nice to his brother not like the others.  
“There is no need, I don’t want to disturb you.” You smiled and turned around, letting boys continue their game. “Dang it, it’s like a third this month missing in action.” You mumbled to yourself and went to search in other places. 
You saw Loki on the end of the corridor.  
“Hey, Lokes!” he spotted you and run off. “Bye, I guess?” you shrugged and decided to check meeting room once again before calling it quits.  
***** 
You rummaged through your wardrobe, throwing clothes all around you, not caring in the slightest where they land, getting more frustrated with each passing second.  
“Where are you, you little bitch!?” you screamed aggravated shutting your wardrobe’s door, almost breaking it in the process. You stormed out of the room and stomped aggressively towards Nat’s room.  
“Natalia Romanova!” the woman in question was painting her nails sitting on a dresser.  
“Yes dear? What do you want?” She didn’t even flinch at your aggressive entrance or you calling her with her full name. 
“Did you take my green sweater again!?” 
"Which one?" She didn't even look at you still focused on her nails. You made some frustrated noises and squeezed your hands in an attempt to choke her from afar. She raised her head, finally. "Oh, you mean THAT green sweater? No, I know it's off limits and I value my arms unbroken." she tilted her head remembering something. "Funny you ask, because I am sure I saw someone wearing it just yesterday." your eyes burned with anger. 
“Who?” your voice was calm, way too calm.  
“Can’t remember. Check security cameras.” She went back to her nails, smiling to herself when you shut her door behind you with a loud ‘thud!’. 
“He is dead meat.” 
***** 
Tony looked up from his papers and almost spilled his coffee all over his desk when he saw your face through the glass door. He quickly checked if there was anything sharp in the proximate distance of him before he let you in.  
“Hello Y/N, how you doing?” he spotted a sharpened pencil on the desk and quickly snatched it. You glared at him. “Please don’t hurt me, I barely drank my morning coffee.”  
“I need to see security tapes from yesterday.” He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit.  
“Only that? Geez kid, I almost had a stroke that you wanted to end me.” He tried to be funny but got more serious when he saw your eye twitch. “Security tapes, yeah got it.” He opened one of his drawers and pulled out a tablet. “There you go.“ he handled you the device. “Everything is there. I want it back undamaged.” You nodded and left quickly, clutching tablet close to your chest.  
Tony slouched on his chair, his hand resting on his chest.  
“Whoever made her that angry, I will send you funeral wreath.” 
***** 
You sat down on your bed with your laptop and Tony’s tablet. You plunged it in and started to check yesterday records. Nat didn’t specify where did she see the suspect, so you had to check every corridor and room.  
It took you whole afternoon and most of the evening to finally find your sweater.  
“I see you.” You got out, clutching tablet close to your chest. You marched through corridor and stopped in front of culprits' room. You knocked aggressively on the door.  
“Loki Friggason! Open the door!” you heard some cursing and a rustle behind the door. “I know you're in there, I can hear you!” you stood outside, your mind and body boiling with anger. “If you don’t open the door, I will kick it down!”  
Just as you raised your boot to kick the door, they opened revealing a slightly dishelved God of Mischief.  
“What do you want mortal?” he scoffed pretending to be offended that you disturbed him. You ignored him and pushed past him, entering his room. “Hey, I didn’t let you in! Do they teach you some manners on Midgard!?” he closed the door and stood in front of you.  
“Where is it?” you tried to be calm, knowing that Loki would use your anger against you.  
“Where is what?” 
“My fluffy, green sweater with deer on it.” His eyes went wide. “I know you were wearing it.” He snorted, back with his act.  
“You must have hit your head on something mortal because there is no way that I would be,” you raised tablet that showed him passing Nat with the sweater on “wearing it...” 
“Oh really? Then pardon me because” you pointed at him on the video “that here must for sure be your long-lost twin brother Floki prancing around in my sweater, huh?” 
“I was not...!” you raised your eyebrow and he coughed. “I mean...yes?” you made ‘are you shitting me’ face. 
“You want to play that game? Fine.” You pushed him back till his back hit the door. “Stay.” You turned around and started to search his room.  
“What do you think you are doing mortal!? You are not allowed to just snoop around here! I am God, not some pathetic mortal you can push around!” despite his shouting, he didn’t dare to move a muscle, knowing you could end him.  
You started to check his dressers and wardrobe, no drawer or shelf safe. Apart from finding some suspiciously looking containers, many daggers and a bunch of magazines about horses, your sweater was nowhere to be seen. You groaned frustrated and decided to check his bathroom.  
Just when you moved towards bathroom’s door, you noticed some glitch with a corner of your eye. You turned your head and squinted your eyes, focusing on the corner of the room. Aha! There it was! A glitch! Illusion for sure.  
“Lokes, what’s in that corner?” you looked at him pointing your finger to the place.  He cursed under his breath and you knew you got him.  
“I-I don’t see there anything, mortal. You must he delusional!” you raised your eyebrows at him and slowly made your way towards him.  
“Listen here, you little shit.” You grabbed his collar and pulled him close to your face, shaking him a bit. “Don’t try to play your games with me. I’m not your brother and I will kick your ass harder than Hulk, so don’t test me.” Loki’s breath was shallow, his cheeks slowly turning pink. He could feel your breath on his neck and it was driving him insane. “Undo the spell and don’t make me repeat myself.” He sighed in defeat and waved his hand. “Thank you.” You turned around, still holding him, in case he tried to escape.  
The empty corner turned out to be a pile of sweaters. You blinked shocked.  
“Are these...?” Loki started to panic.  
“No. Nope. Absolutely not.” He shook his head trying to escape your iron grip. “How come you are so tiny but so strong?!” 
“Yes, they are! These are my sweaters!” you marched to the pile, dragging him with you. “All of my sweaters I thought I lost... You took ‘em!” you glared at him angrily. He was panicking more. 
“It’s not what it looks like!” you raised your eyebrow “Okay, okay, it is what it looks like. But I swear I was going to give them back, eventually.” your blood boiled again. 
“Eventually? Eventually!? You can’t steal someone's things Lokes!” 
“It’s not my fault, alright!? You leave them everywhere and when I try to give them back to you, they are just... so soft and warm and and smell like you, so how can I not keep ‘em!” your shocked face made him rethink his previous sentence “I-I mean...” he turned red, not knowing what to say. You smirked. 
“You are obsessed with my sweaters because they smell like me?” your smirk turned into shit-eating grin. 
“I said some other things also, you know?” he grumbled knowing you won’t let him live it down. 
“I’m still mad that you stole my things, just so you know.” You let go of him. He straightened up trying to intimidate you but failing. ”Buuuut I guess I can let you borrow them because you are adorably embarrassed like that.” you were grinning ear to ear, frustrating him. He stared into the ceiling. 
“You can tell absolutely no one, especially Thor.” you nodded energetically and hugged him. He was even redder than before. “I hate you.” 
“No, you don’t.” No, he doesn’t. 
***** 
You entered Loki’s room, not bothering to knock anymore. Ever since you found out about his love for your sweaters, you were spending more time with him, watching movies on your laptop or just chilling. He was always wearing one of your sweaters when you were alone – you always bought them one or two sizes too big but somehow, they always fitted him perfectly. Truth to be told, it always made you a little bit jealous just how good he looks in them. 
Today Loki was wearing your sunflower one and you couldn’t help but smile at the way it suited him. “Hey Lokes.” you get on his bed and he scooted over making you place next to him. He was focused on the book in his hands. “Whatcha doing?” 
“What does it look like to you?” he didn’t even look in your direction. “Reading obviously.” 
“I see that you are wearing my sunflower sweater.” you grinned at him. 
“So? You told me I can borrow them.” he tried to sound nonchalantly but there was a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. He was reading the same sentence over and over since you laid beside him. 
“You look really good in it.” you put your hand on his arm, rubbing it. “Like a soft golden puppy~” he hid his face behind his book but you could see his ears getting more redder.” Aww, don’t be embarrassed Lokes, that was a compliment!” 
“I am a God, Y/N. I don’t get embarrassed.” you grinned harder; your face started to hurt. 
“Of course, you don’t~” you pulled book from his hands and put it on the bedside table. Then you wrapped one of your arms around his chest, proceeding to cuddle with him. 
“What on Asgard are you doing?” he looked down at you with a puzzled expression. He gripped his hands on the bedsheet not knowing what to do. 
“Cuddling you, obviously.” you mocked his tone from before but still looked up at him. His confused expression made you frown. “Oh, don’t tell me you Asgardians don’t cuddle?” he gulped. 
“I don’t reckon something like that. Would that be weird?” he stiffed a bit, definitely not wanting you to think of him as a weirdo. When did he started to care about your opinion anyway?
He relaxed a bit when you shook your head. 
“Weird? No, of course not. Sad? Yeah, totally.” you let go off him and he whined quietly that you moved away from him. You settled comfortably on the bed with your back against his pillow. “Come here Lokes.” you spread your arms in an inviting manner. He moved closer to you. “Lay your head on my chest, go ahead.” he hesitantly did as you told him. You wrapped your hands around him. “Now wrap your hands around me.” his hands were colder than you expected, you could feel them even through your sweater. He reluctantly wrapped his arms around, still stiff as possible.  
You started to rub his back with one hand, the other moved to his hair and rubbed circles on the back of his head. The slowed movements of your hands seemed to work on him, he was getting more and more relaxed, his body sinking down on you. You even heard him sigh. 
“This isn’t so bad.” you knew it was his way of saying he loves it. You chuckled lightly and kissed top of his head. 
“Glad you like it, Lokes. We can stay like that as long as you like.” you hugged him closer also relaxing.  
“You are even softer than your sweaters” he mumbled it into your chest but you still heard it and blushed. It was probably first time you heard him compliment someone. 
“Why thank you. If you want, I can keep on being your pillow from now on.” you giggled lightly and closed your eyes, humming a melody under your breath. 
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