#loki mood swings

[blue-sadie]

Blood Waterfall

Stephen Strange, Loki Laufeyson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker

How they are when your on your period

Stephen Strange

He is a doctor so he has everything you need and knows what's good for you and what isn't, he follows a more homoeopathic medicine he doesn't like giving you pain killers unless very necessary, if he upsets you he'll begrudgingly get you your favorite take out.

He does keep a snack draw next to your bed with your favorite snacks he doesn't deprave you that much he just makes you drink herble tea before bed every night.

For comfort he makes sure that all the blankets are washed and clean that the pillows are fluffed and there's a few extra next to the bed so it's easier for you to grab but he makes sure you spend at least 2 hours a day out and about.

At bed time he sit and read for a few hours while you cuddle into his body for warmth as he rubs your back aimlessly and when it's time for bed he'll spoon you keeping the blankets around the both of you.

Loki Laufeyson

He doesn't really know how to help you other then what his mom has taught him, he'll hesitantly follow your instructions with a lot of snarky comments but if he makes you upset he'll shut up and do everything you ask.

He'll make people get your favorite snacks and food while he goes on with causing trouble on earth but once in a while he'll get you your favorite dessert from one of the restaurants you liked from your guys date.

He makes sure everything is too your liking, he makes sure the servants are extra thorough when making your bed and makes sure you have the finest mattress, pillows and duvets.

He'll hesitate to cuddle you or sleep in the same bed as you, he knows he's cold to the touch and that you need warmth to help with your cramps bit if you force him into the bed you'd have to pull him to cuddle you.

Bucky Barnes

He'll Google what you'd need, he'll be somewhat anxious around you because he's afraid he'll do something wrong, he'll repeat what you ask of him to you to make sure he heard you right and if he makes you cry he'll buy you the biggest teddy bear he could find.

He'll buy a trolley full of snacks to keep you happy dam he'll eat them with you while you binge your favorite Disney films or he'll take you out to nice restaurants to get you out of the house.

He'll try and make your bed and couch the comfiest thing you've ever layed upon he'll form a kinda of nest for you with blankets and pillows and he'll make sure you have his nice hoodie on.

He likes to cuddle you he'll just get a tad extra clingy when your on your period he doesn't like it when your in pain and he'll do his best to distract you.

Steve Rogers

He has a lot of things on hand, since he's started dating you he keeps stuff packed, pain killers, pads, tampons etc he just likes being prepared, when you have mood swings he makes you popcorn and watches your favorite movies.

He buys somewhat healthier snacks but still has a few unhealthy ones for when your craving them, he likes cooking for you as well and likes it when you help him like cutting the veggies or just sitting on the counter spending time with him.

He got you an electric blanket to keep you warm when he's not there, he makes sure everything is easier accessible for you and all the blankets in the household are on your draws in the bedroom so you know where to find them if your cold.

He cuddles you every chance he got with its on the couch in bed or even if your standing doing something he'll hug you from behind and cuddle his head into your neck whispering sweet praises into your ear.

Peter Parker

He gets stuff from his aunt, she gives him advice and explains things that you are to nervous to tell him, he keeps a small pouch of pads, tampons and a thing of pain killers in his bag incase you start at school, with your mood swings he doesn't know what to do so he'll just stand there into you tell him what to do.

He himself has a secret stash in his room he just adds your favorites into it but if he runs out he'll make a quick swing to the convenience store to buy some more and stop at a bakery on the way back with your favorite dessert.

He gives you his hoodies to keep you warm buys a few blankets to keep in his room just for your use and gets you hot water bottle to keep your stomach heated.

He's always cuddling you whether it's while you doing homework or he's playing video games he's always near you and keeps you close to him even more so when your on your period because he knows heat helps and he's like a heater.

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Pain Relief

GIF not mine

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Wrong grammar, pure smut, Minors DNI, oral f receiving, slight praise kink, fingering

Summary: You are on your period and Loki finds a way to relieve you from your pain.

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Cramps you hated it, it was like someone was stabbing you multiple times without mercy. Plus the mood swings that you couldn't control was frustrating. You lay in bed in a fatal position, your knees touching your chest, your arms around your legs pulling them close. You wanted anything to take the pain away. It was hard to move and your lower back was killing you, your breasts felt swollen. You just wanted to dig a hole and die in it. You wanted to take a medicine but you were afraid if you ate something your stomach would turn against you and throw everything out as soon as you put something in your mouth.

A groan leaves your mouth you were in so much pain. You turn around on the bed trying to find a good position to stay in to make it less painful but alas the stabbing pain was still there eating away at your lower stomach.

You hear the door opening. "Are you alright darling?" Said a deep british voice that sends shivers down your spine. you turn your head in the direction of the voice, there he stood Loki god of mischief your lover. He stood tall with his soft black hair sleeked back it. He was a sight for sore eyes that's for sure. You loved admiring his features from his gorgeous greenish blue eyes, to his high cheek bones, to his rosy lips.

"No, the cramps are killing me.." your voice barely audible. worry shines through his eyes as he walks up to the end of the bed and climbs next to you, He picks you up to sit in his lap, he wraps his arms around you to cuddle. "What can I do for you to feel better love?" he says softly in your ears. "I just need to my pain medicine but I can't take it on an empty stomach." You whimper as an another stab of pain hits you. "Would you like some tea? A hot drink might help with the pain." He says and you just nod your head. He placed you on the bed softly and kisses your forehead before he heads out.

Worry seeps through his veins as he makes your cup of tea. He didn't know what to do in this situation. He put the water in kettle while he waited he searched on how to help with period pain on the phone he was still new to all the technology and he hated how he could't use it, but he tries to remember what you taught him about searching on the 'internet' after searching how to soothe period cramps.

Get a message.

Heating pads.

Hot drinks.

he kept scrolling until a sentence stopped mid swiping.

Reach an Orgasm.

He raised an eyebrow at that, orgasms can help with cramps?

The kettle whistled breaking out of his trance, he added the tea bag and added the hot water. He grabbed the cup and walked back to your room.

He gently opened the door to your bedroom poking his head inside, you were still lying in that same fatal position. He walked up to the bed and gently placed the cup down on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Love, I made you tea." He whispered as softly stroked your arm. You groaned and moved to sit up to drink. He sits down beside you and grabs the cup and hands it you. You slowly took sip of the hot liquid. He puts his arm around you, as you put your head to his neck. After drinking he grabs the empty cup from your hands and places it down. He picks you up and places you between his legs as you rest your back to his front. He messaged your abdomen remembering the instructions he read.

As he continued to message you, a groan leaves your mouth in pain and relief, his hands worked magic at your lower stomach. His hands started to go up your upper stomach and down to your thighs. "I read that orgasms helps with the pain" Your eyes widened at that, blood rushed to your cheeks. "umm, Yes, that is true but you don't want to, there is blo-" He shushed with his finger to your lips. "You think I care about a little blood? If it takes the pain away I will gladly do it. Besides I love the noise that comes out of your pretty lips." He says. Heat rushed between your legs at his words.

His hands roams down your stomach feeling your body until it came over your covered center. Rubbing over the fabric of your pants. He adds pressure and continues rubbing, you move your hips grinding to his hand. Moans left your lips at the sensation. Pain still ate at your lower stomach but mixed with pleasure it was a heavenly feeling to you. His hand slid under your pants and panties straight to your core. Your face flushed goosebump all over your skin it was such a beautiful feeling. His fingers found your slit your sweet juices covered his fingers trailing down his hands you were so aroused. Moans left your lips as he pushed a finger inside of you his fingers were long and had the perfect about of thickness as he stretched your pussy out.

“You are so wet darling” he said with his deep voice in your ear as he sucked at your earlobe, shivers ran down your back at the action. Your wetness and blood covered his fingers he kept thrusting his finger inside of you. Pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, his fingers kept hitting your g-spot perfectly, his thumbs finds the pearl on your clit. Moans leaves your lips. Your legs started to shake at the sensations you tried to close your legs, but Loki's hand came down and held them in place and kept thrusting. Loki can feel how you tighten around his fingers, you were close.

"You are not allowed to cum until I tell you." He whispered in your ear, you whined at his words you were so close to the feeling of bliss, his fingers keeping a constant pace bringing you over the edge. After what seemed like forever in this hard teasing he finally whispered. "Come for me love." On command your orgasm came crashing on you. Your back arching forward shaking uncontrollably. Loki with his fingers still inside of you continued to thrust his fingers inside you while you rode your orgasm.

You sigh in relief and pure bliss, your body relaxes against Loki. Loki's fingers coming to a stop. Your cheeks now a pretty red from the event that just happened. Loki pulls out of you, his fingers stained with red and your juices and brings it to his lips. your eyes widened at the action.

"Loki, what are you doing?" you try to catch his hand but his fingers were already at his lips as he sucked on them. Embarrassment fills your chest.

"There is nothing for you to be embarrassed about love, You taste delightful" He smirks at the red in your cheeks. Suddenly he starts to pull your pants and panties off.

"You don't actually think we are done now are we? I know you can give me one more my love." He discards your pants to the floor. He gets up from under you and crawl to.

"What? no-" He grabs your knees and pulls to him. He pushes your legs apart as he started to kiss your inner thighs. "I want to take your pain away and listen to those sweet noises you make my love" You shiver when his soft lips reach your center. You look down at instantly make eye contact with him his intense greenish blue eyes.

You jolt when his tongue played the pearl of nerves at your center, soft moans left your lips at the sensation, you were still a little sensitive after your last orgasm. His fingers moved up down slowly at you opening collecting your wetness on his fingers. He pushed his middle finger inside at a painfully slow pace. Your mouth falls open as you throw your head back. With his finger he makes a come motion hitting your g-spot perfectly, building up your orgasm. He teases you with his fingers suddenly moving fast and as heels you clench around his finger he slows down. You whimper in agony. "Look at you whimpering such sweet sounds you make. Look at how you clench on my finger love" He pushes in another finger inside you filling you up. The sounds leaving your mouth get louder with each passing minute. Soon he pushes a third finger completely stretching you out. Your eyes widen he stretches you out beautifully. Your hands come down and pulls at his tall black silky hair. He groans into you as you pull his hair. The mixture of his fingers and tongue which was still working on your pearl of nerves.

"Loki, please" you moan out. "Tell me what you need love" He says. "I want to come please." you say. "As you wish love" He continues his hitting your g-spot each time with a perfect pace. Finally your orgasm came crushing down on you, moans leaves your lips as you rise your orgasm. your body becomes mush as you relax into the mattress. Loki covers you with a blanket and pulls you to his chest.

"How are you feeling now love?" You smile at him "much better, so much better" He kisses your lip softly while cuddling with. "You did so well for me love, rest now I will clean up." he kisses your forehead and you close your eyes.

[mischiefmaker615]

Eat

Summary: Loki finds himself in a dark state.

Requested by: Laer111ee (wattpad)

Rating: *WARNING* mentions of depression, and $u*cidal thoughts

 

“You have to eat.’’

Loki’s eyes didn’t even flicker up at you as his fork mindlessly moved around his food. You knew he heard you as you sit across from him with your own plate, but he continues to not further the subject.

It was a delicate time.. his mood swings per say..

You knew he already felt bad for not eating the food you worked decently hard on to make, which didn’t help the already current state he has found himself in for the past several days of worsening depression. At least he had you as a support system and both of you moving into your own apartment has definitely helped since living with “earth’s mightiest heroes” has done a number on his mood already. Yet you worry..

The battle on New York is over, and due to a ton of begging from Thor to let Loki stay under house arrest at the tower to avoid severe Asgardian punishment- death, the Avenger’s obliged with only a few times of “community service” in the field in which special bracelets were made to contain a bit of his magic when it’s needed to be used. He was a really great help and his magic made most of our fights against hydra and a ton of others definitely shorter. You and him even got some one on one sparring sessions and mini missions and low and behold, decided to start going out.. from limited means since he still was under watch.

its was years now, SHIELD still has him wear the bracelets that he currently likes to pull at periodically without even realizing it sometimes. With begging on your part, you lived in this cute apartment not to far away from the Avenger’s tower, and with doing your best with the limited means, you both have been happy. Yet recently his mood has changed. Sometimes he doesn’t wish to get out of bed, even if he was wide awake. Sometimes the smallest things could set him off where he would either yell or accidently break something with his god strength- forgetting Midgardian furniture isn’t built like it is in Asgard. And quite recently, he’s refused to eat a whole meal and now he hardly eats at all.

Being a god, he can go far longer than humans.. but with the amount of time that’s passed, you were sure it was concerning even for someone like him to go on this long with only like two bites and then he was finished.. he was scaring you, you worried for him and whether he realized it or not, you had to prep the house encase any.. initial thoughts would come along..

Getting Thor involved was out of the question, he hated anyone that was related to the new York battle- which happened to be all of your friends but to hang out with them, you were to scared to leave Loki alone so it really put a damper on your mood as well. The apartment was mostly quiet, worrying what would be said or done to set off either of you but sometimes it was just the fact knowing you both were around each other- verbal or not, was comforting.

Yet this eating thing has gone far enough and your already lean boyfriend was becoming noticeably more lean as time went by.

Setting down your fork, you slowly rose and crossed over to pull the seat out next to Loki to have a seat- his eyes barely resisting your movements as he continued to move around his vegetables.

After a moment of silence, you gently placed a hand on his and he stopped moving, the fork slowly sliding from his fingers.

‘’Loki..’’ you began, your voice quiet as your eyes glued to his face with a gentle expression.

The only response he gave you was a small nod- one would miss it if they weren’t paying attention.

‘’I know there are a lot of things on your mind, a lot of thoughts that are sparking new ones, ideas and assumptions. It’s been a few days since you’ve had a proper amount of food, and that’s okay’’ you add and squeeze his hand a little as he gave a small sigh.

‘’what can I do to help? Even if it’s just an ear if you wish to talk things out out loud..’’

Loki stayed silent for a moment, staring mindlessly at his plate but no focus in his gaze. As if someone was forever zoned out and his hand was limp when you held it. his skin was cold- colder actually. You didn’t rush him, you just waited as your thumb gently stroked his skin, staring at his beautiful face you loved so much and stayed quiet as you focused on his slow breathing.

Parting his lips slowly, he sighed another hopeless sigh we’ve all had when there was no point to anything. Where we have been at our lowest and wanted to quit whatever we were doing right then and there. Happiness was dead at this time and light was no option in this type of tunnel we found ourself lost in.

‘’I’m a failure..’’ he barely whispered, his words breaking your heart as tears formed in his eyes once more.

‘’Loki you’re not a-‘’

‘’my whole life is a lie.. it would have been better if I would have just perished as an infant on Jotunheim and all this wouldn’t have happened’’ he said between sobs, his hands forming fists on the table in which you had to quickly pull your hand away but instead rested it on top.

He has found himself comfortable in your relationship to tell you about his upbringing, the betrayal, the lies, Odin, all of it. but he’s always spoke out of hatred.. this was the firs time he’s actually shown sorrow upon the subject. It broke your heart seeing him like this, and you knew you were important to him in your life where he’ll need you more than ever in these moments. You will not abandon him.

You slowly rose from your chair and went to his own, bringing his head to your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, his face turning slightly to continue to cry into your chest while you stroked his silky hair.

‘’Loki.. I can’t tell you how much it pains me and angers me of what has happened to you, you deserved none of it and you did everything to the best of your abilities to make things right with the best intentions. Not everyone will be able to see the reason, it doesn’t mean what you did was wrong..’’ you kept the part of murder out, figuring it wasn’t the best time to revisit that topic as you spoke slowly and in a hushed tone as his sobs began to quiet.

‘’if people fail to see your good intentions and continue to be selfish, hypocritical and blind to their own actions, then- blood or not- are they really worth having in your life..’’

‘’I don’t.. want to be alone..’’ he whispered as his arms hold you closer to him, almost making you fall into his lap as you hold him tighter.

‘’you’re never alone Loki, I’m here and I’ll never leave you.’’ you whisper and pull away a little to be able to cup his cheeks and have him look at you, your thumbs wiping away his tears as your expression becomes serious.

Memories of two weeks ago poked at your mind, how you almost lost him once if you hadn’t gotten to him in time. the fear always hits your heart whenever you saw him like this, afraid he may do it again. It just meant he needs you more than ever and with the right guidance. It just takes time.

‘’sometimes what you’re thinking..’’ you didn’t have the heart to say it as tears pricked your eyes but you took a deep breath. ‘’sometimes that seems like it’s the easiest answer.. but it’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem.’’ You whisper, bending down a little to kiss him, his lips kissing you back with almost a desperate, eagerness.. as if he hasn’t seen you in ages.

You shared this moment, stroking his hair and back before pulling away, seeing how his tears had subsided though he still looked drained. Sitting in his lap now, you picked up his fork and brought it to his lips.

‘’how about.. if you could finish just a few bites, we could go to bed and just hold each other?’’

Loki’s eyes slowly looked at the food, showing no interest in it but looked back into your eyes at what he could have if he did. A small smile- a mischievous one just barely tugged at his lips as he sighed. ‘’just hold each other?’’

You couldn’t help but smile, a bit of his old self peaking out of his depressed state. It’s a start. ‘’we’ll see.’’ You tease and brought the fork forward.

And by the gods, he ate. 

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Words Hurt (Angst Drabble)

It's quite a well known fact that Loki tends to lash out. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions all that much, just that he has emotions and he needs to express them in someway. He needs to shout, yell, destroy, and tear down others just so he can get a unsatisfying but fulfilling feeling of not being as miserable as he was previously. You knew this, you were just as knowledgeable as the other gods about Loki and his unpredictable mood swings, and you were fully aware of them when entering a relationship with him.

There was a difference, however, in accepting someone with all their flaws and letting them lash out at you when you have done no wrong.

You sense he is upset. As a fellow god, you are as well but for different reasons. You were upset because the God slain by humanity was a good friend, Loki was upset because the humans were catching up to the Gods.

"I don't understand it! They're inferior beings! HOW COULD THEY HAVE CAUGHT UP!?" Loki snarled. You stay silent, knowing he isn't actually asking a question to you, and let him ramble. "We all WANT to win but us gods should be crushing them! and thanks to that pathetic god from your pantheon, they've caught up!"

...You break your tone when you hear that.

"What exactly do you mean, Loki?" You ask, your tone a bit defensive. Loki just let out a cold laugh and looked at you, "I mean, don't act like you didn't know. They aren't exactly the strongest god and putting them up there in general was a mistake. Now thanks to them, they're catching up."

His face contorts in anger, you aren't disturbed by it, but you are disturbed by his words.

"My ally fought hard and they fought well. I should also remind you that Poseidon is no longer with us because of them and he was one of the strongest of us all," You then walk over to your lover, eyes narrowed and your eyes looking at him in defiance, "so remember that when you speak ill of them."

The green haired god blinked in surprise but sighed in what sounded like defeat before caressing your cheek, his thumb now pinching it. Not in a way that hurt but it wasn't very pleasant.

"My poor dumb lover," His tone was woeful as he let go, you bring your hand to your cheek and rub it as you glared at him, "you bring up such irrelevant facts. Your fellow god died because they were too weak, even by our standards. That is the truth, plain and simple."

He smiles at you, such an infuriating smile. You know that you spent eons, lifetimes, admiring it. Now you simply wonder if it always made his face look punchable. The anger in your chest bubbled, the both of you know it, and he's just waiting for you to let him have it.

That's right, get upset. Get mad. At him or humanity? He doesn't care.

All he cares about is that he's seething with rage and he needs someone to join him. A selfish desire, yes, but he didn't particularly care. He wasn't even mad at you, he realizes this, but it's not fair that the humans were getting to him. He needed someone to feel as frustrated and enraged as he did.

So won't you join him, darling? Won't you keep his misery company with yours?

"Goodbye, Loki." You finally speak, your tone mature and even, yet also laced with venom.

He blinks and watches as you turn around, walking out of the room.

You know what he's trying to do. You know he isn't upset with you or your friend, your heart breaks as you realize your pantheon will be silent and solemn due to the missing spot in it, but you weren't his emotional punching bag. You weren't something that he can lash out on but it seems he needed to be reminded of that.

You don't let him see the tears falling down your eyes because then he'd get the reaction he wanted from you. He knew that they were there, however, and it was strange.

He wanted to make you upset, so he did not feel alone, and he had done that. Yet the boiling anger was no longer there the moment you turned away, just a cold feeling that left him emptied and hollowed.

...Perhaps...perhaps he had pushed it too far with his antics.

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Why can I honestly see Loki wearing a period pain simulator when Y/N has hers as a strange but adorable gesture because he wants to understand things better?

Aww I love that idea 💡

But what if he used a magic spell to transfer your period pain to himself to experiment exactly how it feels

At the beginning he thought it wasn't that bad but as the hours passed the pain and cramps increased - feeling a nagging throbbing pain like getting stabbed over and over again at the same spot

After some Time he also got other symptoms like Headache, dizziness , mood swings, bloating and later Diarrhea

Feeling bad for Loki you spoiled him- like he always did

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LET'S TALK ABOUT NEURODIVERSE AND DIFFERENTLY-ABLED/PEOPLE WITH DISABILITIES REPRESENTATION IN THE LOKI SERIES

Thank you so much for your patience and your amazing ask, @indulligence! Special thank you, as well, to all the gif artists who made this meta possible.

I've been champing at the bit to get to this one, and I finally made it!

As a disclaimer, I am not a doctor, and I recognize we should take care in pseudo-diagnosing fictional characters as we don't want to perpetuate stereotypes of our neurodiverse and differently abled/people with disabilities communities. Having said that, if interpreting a character as being neurodiverse and/or differently abled/having a disability brings you comfort and joy, you should certainly do so! Canon is a sandbox. Fictional worlds and characters are meant to be engaged with for your pleasure.

I do cite a few medical graphic and their sources below. If any of those sources are problematic in any way, please let me know and I can switch out the graphic for one from a better source.

LOKI - ADHD [?]

At first glance, Loki's characterization in Thor 1, Thor 2, and Ragnarok don't seem to present him as having challenges with executive function. He appears to be able to focus and sustain focus, able to organize, and able to sustain effort and process. Loki also has exceptional memory.

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As for mood, many mood symptoms of ADHD overlap with depression, the latter of which Loki clearly has. Nevertheless, it should be noted that ADHD and depression are often comorbid. He could have both.

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While memory and effort are not concerns, Loki has consistently shown challenges with impulse control, managing frustration, and modulating emotion. A number of his most consequential choices (i.e. inadvertently directing Malekith to his mother, chasing after Sylvie, etc.) are influenced by his emotional state rather than premeditation. This may suggest that if Loki has ADHD, he leans toward Type 2: Impulsive/Hyperactive:

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His characterization in the Loki series changes somewhat to include more hyperactivity and swings between hyperfocus and difficulty regulating attention and focus. Loki gesticulates, fidgets, and moves a lot more in the series than the movies. He also talks much more quickly when excited.

Do I think these changes were intentional? I honestly have no idea. Whatever the case, I think it's lovely that the Loki who becomes the most powerful hero in the MCU is also the version that demonstrates a higher likelihood of being diagnosed with ADHD.

MOBIUS - NEUROTYPICAL / HIGHLY SENSITIVE PERSON (HSP) [?]

I think Mobius, for the most part, is neurotypical. Even with Loki being his special interest/hyperfixation, he doesn't exhibit the other symptom criteria to meet a Level 1 Autism diagnosis, an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder diagnosis, or an Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder diagnosis.

He may, however, be a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP).

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Mobius's empathy for others, perception of behavior, observation of circumstances, and deep appreciation for beauty (particularly when it comes to the beauty of people) are exceptionally strong.

NOTE: Even when the stakes are dire, he's still willing to give Ravonna and Miss Minutes the benefit of the doubt. He really is a sweetie pie. A sweetie pie who can and will slap you if you deserve it.

I think Mobius may mask his strong emotional responses regularly in order to be able function in the TVA. There were only two incidents, when he was unable to suppress his feelings, and those outbursts were remarkable:

That said, Mobius doesn't quite meet the other symptoms of HSP, which include sensitivity to stimuli, being easily startled, and aversion to violence. As we see in the series, Loki's antics don't overwhelm or startle him, and he has no issue with torture when he deems it necessary.

It is possible that Mobius may have Acquired Neurodivergence post-series as a consequence of trauma in the series finale. At present, we have nothing in canon to support this, but many fanfics show Mobius struggling to cope with the loss of Loki, his home, his family, and his identity. This severe level of loss can cause a variety of mental health conditions and disorders that may impact Mobius's future ability to function in a neurotypical way.

SYLVIE - ACQUIRED NEURODIVERGENCE [?]

I've written about Sylvie's sexuality here, and I think some (if not most) of her quirks when it comes social interaction, emotional intimacy, and physical contact may be explained by trauma. As such, I think some of her behavioral symptoms, which can be mistaken as autism, is actually the result of PTSD causing structural changes to her brain. Loki likely has this as well.

Like O.B., she is verbally blunt and appears to demonstrate lower empathy, especially with those she disagrees with.

To be clear, this doesn't mean Sylvie doesn't have empathy. She does, as can be seen in the gif above. What I mean is, her empathy and ability to demonstrate it are generally low throughout the series. This is likely a psychological defense mechanism. Having lowered empathy is advantageous if growing up in apocalypses is the only means of survival. Every friend and lover she's ever had is either dead or will die because of those apocalypses or because of who she is to the TVA.

Unlike O.B., Sylvie initiates social interactions and develops friendships more easily. Sylvie has acquaintances, if not friends, in John (McDonalds,) Eric (bartender), and Lyle (record shop). NOTE: You can tell the writer is a man when the bias in creating side characters skews male instead of female. Sylvie should at least have ONE girlfriend in her 1982 timeline, but she doesn't.

OUROBOROS (O.B.) - LEVEL 1 AUTISM [?]

Here he is! Here is our favorite neurodiverse ray of sunshine! Our autistic cinnamon roll! The MVP of season 2!

Now, I have mixed feelings regarding how people on the autism spectrum are portrayed in media. While they are often shown as socially awkward, they are also shown to be exceptionally brilliant in their area(s) of interest. This is quite flattering and often true in real life, yet I worry that this creates a stereotype that not only are all autistic people "geniuses", they are also geniuses in a way that is useful to a capitalistic society. That expectation isn't healthy and perpetuates the belief that a person is only valuable if they are useful. Further, it is a narrow portrayal of the autism spectrum. It is important to have representation across that spectrum instead of stopping at Level 1.

But I don't like being a Debbie Downer, so let's focus on the good representation that can be found in O.B.!

O.B., in a lot of ways, reminds me of Entrapta from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. He doesn't always read social cues correctly, which often plays out as fantastic comedy relief on screen when the stakes are outrageous.

Like Entrapta, his science and engineering aptitude are nearly unmatched if not for Victor Timely. However, the hyperfocus O.B. exhibits does have negative consequences, as exemplified when he explains he lost his job and wife due to dedication in creating a TemPad prototype. Despite these losses, O.B. is resilient and looks forward to what comes next (another possible symptom of his neurodiversity).

I love that O.B.'s neurodiversity allows him to believe Loki when Loki finds him on his branched timeline with his "crazy story". It is also what allows him to see the patterns in Loki's timeslipping and propose, with confidence, that timeslipping can be controlled.

He is also a very good friend. Though he might not be the "huggy" type, he always makes an effort to find concrete solutions to big problems. I would say that O.B. is Loki's second closest friend in the series after Mobius.

I can't tell if it's O.B.'s autism or O.B.'s inner asshole that's fucking around with Loki in this scene. Not once but twice! Either way, I love it (and the fact that Loki resists the temptation to zap him back).

CASEY - LEVEL 1 AUTISIM [?]

What I appreciate about Casey is that if he is interpreted as autistic, he is not a super genius. He is still quite gifted, but I think he represents where a good number of level 1 autistics actually land in life. I feel this is a much healthier portrayal and balances out O.B.'s genius representation nicely.

NOTE: Look how cute they are! They must be protected at all costs.

I am also so happy that Casey and O.B. found friendship in each other. We have to give B-15 (Verity) credit for this. The only reason they met at all is because B-15 had the presence of mind to think of Casey to help O.B. with the Loom debacle.

Together, they become unstoppable, but there's one more friend who completes the Science Club Trio ...

VICTOR TIMELY - SPEECH IMPEDIMENT/LEVEL 1 AUTISM [?]

Since I've discussed autism interpretation and representation at length with O.B. and Casey, I'm going to concentrate on the portrayal of Victor Timely's speech impediment.

I also have mixed feelings regarding the media portrayal of people with speech impediments. This medical condition is often used as a means of showing a character is "meek" or "harmless". I don't doubt that this character feature was chosen for that exact purpose, to immediately contrast Timely against HWR in the quickest, most efficient way possible. Unfortunately, this kind of narrative "shortcut" leads to stereotyping people with speech impediments accordingly.

It's a good thing, then, that Loki series takes the time to add some depth to Timely's character. Yes, he has a speech impediment, but he is also very willful, crafty, and brave.

[mrsurahara]

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧┊𝗧. 𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

ఌ︎. p. Thor Odinson x f!reader g. smut + fluff + little bit of angst

ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [oral (f + m receiving), male masturbation, cum eating], Thor being mean(?), manhandling, use of feminine pet names— let me know if i missed anything!

ఌ︎. wc. 2.2k

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

The library in the Avengers compound was your safe place. It was big enough to hide in your favorite cozy corner with a good book.

You were curled up on the plush loveseat with a book and a warm drink. You could feel the cool air from outside through the window beside you. Looking out, you were met with the sight of rain pelleting the ground. Lightning cracked through the sky in fanciful patterns as thunder clapped throughout the dark clouds that packed the once blue sky.

The weather turned nasty about the same time Thor closed himself off from everyone; the god not interacting with anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. Not even you, his wife of almost four years, could pull him out of his funk. He would send you away each time, his tone growing more irritable as the days passed. A simple question regarding his well-being ended with him barking out an annoyed response that more often than not, hurt like hell.

Finishing off your drink, you made the trip across the compound to put away your mug. As you walk through the threshold of the kitchen, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Loki. With him being away for a month you hadn’t been able to ask the one person who possibly knew what was wrong with your husband.

You sat the mug on the counter, “brother dearest, it’s so good to see you!” you gave him a hug. Loki was complex and despite his past transgressions, he was an excellent friend. He hugged you back, welcoming your affection. You were always an interesting one in his eyes. Even when he was trying to take over earth, you tried to reason with him and understand him rather than talk down to him like the others did. Pulling back, your hand rested on his shoulders. You squared your own and looked at him seriously. “There’s a crisis.”

Loki raised an eyebrow and bit back a laugh, failing to hide his smile, “your definition of a crisis is interesting to say the least,” you rolled your eyes. Sure you could be a bit dramatic, but only because no one moved with any urgency unless the fate of the universe was hanging in the balance. “What is the matter?”

“There’s something wrong with Thor. He hasn’t left our room all week and he’s having these shitty mood swings that make me want to swing on him,” you grimaced thinking back to the attitude Thor gave you this morning for simply making sure he ate something.

Loki snickered against the back of his hand. He always knew this day would come. He’d told his brother countless times since he set his sights on you to tell you about his condition. “Dear sister, it’s his time of the year,” Loki smirked, his fit of giggles finally subsiding.

“‘Time of the year’? What does that mean?”

“Your beloved is in heat.”

“Heat? Like an animal?” you inquired. Loki simply nodded, picking up his newspaper, wanting this conversation to be over. “Since when? I’ve known him for well over seven years and I’ve never seen him like this.”

“That’s because he always goes back to Asgard to procure a special remedy to tame it, but it seems his latest mission has thrown him off schedule and now he’s in agonizing pain.”

“Agonizing pain?”

“Yes, yes. The sexual frustration will just continue to build. He’ll become aggressive, unable to contain his strength, and who knows what else,” Loki turned the page of the large stack of paper occupying his attention.

“And neither of you thought to let me know this very important piece of information?” anger evident in your voice. Of course you were upset. The love of your life was in pain and instead of coming to you about it, he hid himself away. ‘But doesn’t that say more about me than him?’ you thought to yourself.

“Sister, that is a conversation for you and my brother. Now shoo, I’m trying to read,” he waved his hand dismissing you.

You practically sprinted to your and your husband’s shared room and began knocking on his door. “Thor, love, can I come in?” you waited a few moments and didn’t hear a sound.

Turning the knob, you entered the room. Everything was the same aside from the disheveled bed and pile of clothes on the floor. You heard the shower running and went to knock, but stopped right as your knuckles were about to begin rapping.

Frustrated groans could be heard behind the wooden obstruction. ‘…now he’s in agonizing pain,’ Loki’s words rang through your head. Barging into the spacious bathroom, you’re met with quite the sight.

Through the glass shower you could see one of Thor's large hands cupping his balls, gently massaging, as the other stroked the length of his cock. Although the steam from the hot water had fogged up the glass, you could see some semblance of his red, engorged tip. His face was flushed, beads of sweat and water rolling down his body; the veins in his arms protruding more than usual as he desperately tried to get himself off. Another frustrated groan left the god right before the thunder outside roared so loud it reverberated through the entire building.

Looking up, Thor met your wide eyes and lax jaw. He zeroed in on your lovely frame, sweeping over your body from your ankles all the way back to your eyes. 

The last week had been hell. The constant erections, cold sweats, night terrors, and a plethora of other symptoms as a result of his demigod heat. Thor threw the glass door open, hitting the surface behind it making you cringe thinking it was going to shatter from the force.

The blonde stalked toward you like a wolf to a lamb, taking slow and calculated steps; stark naked as the day he was born. He came to a full stop right in front of you, his substantial frame glistening under the artificial lighting. Water dripped off of his body, pooling at his feet. His strong hand reached out and wrapped around your throat; not to hurt you but to establish his dominance. He forced you to look at him. The blue eyes you fell irrevocably in love with all those years ago were nowhere in sight. They were now an icy blue that engulfed the expanse of both his eyes emitting small strikes of lightning around the outer corners.

“I told you to leave me be,” he growled, teeth clenched. The hand around your throat trembled.

“I know,” you swallowed, “Loki’s back and he told me what’s going on with you. You’re hurting— why didn’t you come to me?”

The sound of your trembling voice softened Thor’s rigid exterior a bit. His hand moved to cup the side of your neck, thumb tracing your jaw. “My love, I have never calmed this storm with a human lover before. I don’t know what I would do if I hurt you in my pursuit of peace,” he confessed sincerely.

“I made a promise to you the day we got married and I fully intend on fulfilling that promise every day,” your hands cupped the sides of his face. Staring into his eyes, the piercing blue-gray gaze that enchanted you came back into view, kindling that beautiful smile he loved so much. Thor bent down and touched his sweaty forehead to yours. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath.

His hand moved to the back of your neck, bringing you into a searing kiss. The pent up aggression and sexual tension he’d been struggling to contain finally finding it’s subject. The kiss was sloppy; teeth clashing and his tongue licking every inch of your mouth. He pet your ass, a nonverbal cue to hop up. Your ankles crossed at his lower back, hands pulling him impossibly closer by the back of his head. His hands kneaded the flesh of your ass as he carried you to the bed.

He laid back, pulling you on top of him. Breathy groans left his lips as you ground your clothed cunt over his length. The stiff member prodded against your clit drawing out desperate whimpers from your lips.

You pulled up and away from Thor and he scoffed. “Problem?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he tried to pull your shirt up but you got off him completely. He sat up leaning back on his elbows. You pulled your shirt over your head, then removed your sweatpants. You took your time removing your bra, breasts freed and nipples pebbling from the cool air.

You leaned forward and rested your hands on his thighs, coming face to face with the sexually frustrated god. “How do you want me?” your breath fanned over his lips.

The blonde reached back for a pillow and pushed it toward you, “on your knees.”

You lowered yourself to the ground, kneeling on the pillow. Thor sat above you, legs spread and chest heaving. He took a moment to hold your chin and look into your eyes, “what’s your word?”

“Clover.”

“Good girl,” he cooed. His thumb swiped at your bottom lip. You wrapped your lips around the digit, licking at the calloused pad. Releasing it, you lower you head and take his tip into your mouth.

A blissful groan from your husband resonates throughout the room as you take in more of him. One of his hands finds it’s way to your hair, tugging at the curled and coiled roots. After a week of never ending misery, Thor finally began to feel some semblance of relief. But it wasn’t enough— he needed more.

Using the hand in your hair, he manhandled you from your knees and onto the bed. Your back was pressed into the mattress and your lips were attacked with heated kisses. You took his heavy cock in your hand and ran it up and down your slick slit. Lining him up with your entrance, he pushed into you.

A tingle at the base of his spine traveled up to the base of his neck when he bottomed out. The sound of your choked out moans sent him into a sort of trance.

He pulled out leaving just his fat tip in before he began to pound into you mercilessly. Every thrust choked you up, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. The knot in your belly began to wind up, tightening every time he kissed your cervix.

The erotic sounds of your sweet moans, the clap of his balls against your ass— did nothing but push him further and further toward his release. You clenched around him, as he dragged his cock along your velvety walls. Thor tucked his face into the crook of your neck as his orgasm hit him full force. He stilled above you as rope after rope of his cum spilled into you, filling you to the brim.

Warmth spread throughout your midsection as you both caught your breath. Thor’s lips met your forehead. “How do you feel?” you asked, cradling his face in your hand. You can already feel his body temperature falling back to normal and his eyes are softer.

“Better, love. Much better,” he kissed you once more. He eased out of your sensitive hole, his spend dribbling onto the sheets beneath you. Thor laid in between your legs. His lips leaving butterfly kisses on your inner thighs. His thumb found your clit as he gently circled your clit with the calloused pad. If it weren’t for his broad shoulders, your legs would’ve slammed shut. “You know I’d never leave you unsatisfied, don’t you?” he said right before pressing a lingering kiss to your puffy clit.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, writhing at the sensation. He licked a stripe up your pussy, gathering your mixed cum and dragging it through your slick petals. One of your hands found the back of his head while the other clawed at the pillow your head rested on. The demigod wound his muscular arms around your thighs bringing your cunt impossibly closer to him mouth. The satisfied grunts and groans coming from your husband reverberated through your core. That paired with the movement of his tongue, and the burn of his facial hair wound the knot in your belly tighter and tighter. Your walls clenched around his tongue and he knew you were close. Her took your swollen bud in between his teeth and tugged gently. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent you over the edge and into the depths of ecstasy.

Your thighs squeezed around his head and your fingers tightened at the roots of his hair as he licked you through your orgasm. He didn’t stop until you were near tears and pushing him away. With a final kiss to your overstimulated bud, he began littering kisses on your inner thighs, your hips, up your abdomen, along your jaw, and finally pressed a languid kiss to your plush lips. Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. You brought a hand to his face and gripped his jaw. 

“If you ever keep something like that from me again, I’ll kick your ass back to Asgard? Got it?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

The god smirked at you, leaning in to steal another kiss. “You have my word.”

[layla4567]

Headcanon: Loki notices that you are on your period

How would the god of mischief act?

First, if Loki sees you in pain and holding your lower abdomen, he would worry about you because he would think that someone hurt you and he would take out his daggers saying: "who did it?"

Or worse, if Loki notices a red stain somewhere (for example on a sofa) and realizes that it comes from you, he would be scared because he thinks you hurt yourself. But when you tell him you're in those days, he'll probably blame someone else for the stain or even blame himself saying it was because he stabbed someone, so no one finds out it was you.

Loki will do everything possible to make you comfortable. He will not leave your side no matter how much you protest, he will give you hot things like tea or a hot water bottle to reduce the pain

And if that's not enough, he will distract you by telling you battle anecdotes or singing to you. He will also offer you his hand to hold if you are in a lot of pain (he will hold your firm grip even if his fingers hurt).

He will have to be very patient with your mood swings. At first he will be confused, even a little irritated since he doesn't understand why at first you want to hug him and then you can't stand him or see him close. To tell the truth, sometimes he will be afraid of your aggressive reactions and will ask Thor for help.

Loki will be as understanding as possible and if your clothes get stained he will wash them with no problem (it's not like he's bothered by blood anyway, he's stabbed so many people) and if he doesn't know how to wash it he'll ask you nicely if you know how to do it for him. you give him directions, or just if he can't ask anyone he'll figure it out on the way

Lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead or in your hair

Although Loki rarely lends his stuff but he lets you grab his helmet and put it on, he knows that you love to admire and touch the glowing horns.

If you have soiled your pants, Loki will come after you and whisper to you that you have soiled yourself and cover you with his whole body so that no one will notice.

He'll even offer to buy you that weird thing Midgardians call a "lady pad" (he has no idea what that is). But rest assured that at first he won't want to get involved in it, but seeing you so uncomfortable he will do it for you.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

HERE WE GO!

I was reading some of my Norse mythology books and came across the story about how Loki turned into a mare and let a stallion mount him (to distract it so a wall wouldn’t get built or something) and he got pregnant with one of his kids. So that made my brain make the question of…

How would Jack, Hercules, Hermes, and Thor react to getting hit with a stray spell or something and finding out that it made them pregnant from a random unknown woman’s egg and there own sperm? How would they handle it? How would they behave? How would they act during the 9 months, birth, and after birth? Also they don’t have to worry over figuring out what and how to feed there baby since the spell also makes them produce milk like with a normal pregnancy.

-The furious roar of not only Odin, but Zeus rang through Valhalla, as Loki was being held down by Brunnhilde, who was also furious, her knee in the center of his back, keeping him pinned to the floor.

-It started with a harmless prank, one that wasn’t meant to cause so many problems.

-Loki and some of the other male gods and human warriors of the Ragnarok tournament, and the topic, for some reason, was pregnancy!

-The men were all talking about how their wives, those who had wives, that pregnancy couldn’t be that bad, but Loki was quick to interrupt, telling them that it was hard.

-That’s when many remembered that Loki is able to take on both a male form and a female form, and he had a child, Sleipnir, an eight-legged horse, after luring The Builder’s horse away to keep him from completing the walls of Asgard, by changing into a mare.

-Some, like Ares and Raiden, had teased Loki, reiterating their comments that being pregnant and giving birth couldn’t be that bad.

-So, Loki conjured a spell, one that would only simulate the feeling of being pregnant and giving birth, to teach them a lesson, however this backfired and now Jack, Hercules, Hermes, and Thor, were all pregnant, becoming almost instantly six months pregnant.

-When Odin and Zeus found out, their rage was nearly uncontrollable as they yelled at Loki for what he had caused and what future trouble this was going to cause, as the men still had male genitalia, meaning they would have to give birth via C-section!

-For punishment, Loki had to dote on the four men, helping them through the last trimester as well as help with the babies, as technically he was going to be the father, since it was his spell that impregnated them.

Jack

-Due to his thin frame, he looked way more pregnant than the others, except for maybe Hermes, and after being examined, was put on bedrest, only allowed to get up to use the bathroom.

-However, as time went on, he couldn’t get up without help, his belly too much in the way and had had to wait for Loki to come and save him. Jack was pretty mild when it came to mood swings and cravings, the only thing that really got him pissed was that he was unable to have tea for a while, as tea had caffeine in it, and he had to wait to get decaffeinated tea.

-Once he had his tea, Jack was the easiest to handle, at least until he started to lactate, which he found so unusual that he refused to let anyone but Loki and the valkyrie nurses see him like that.

-Jack was the first to give birth, three weeks before any of the others, and his heart swelled, seeing the tiny little girl smiling up at him, his little princess.

-He refused to let his princess suckle him, finding it too odd, too embarrassing, so he used a pump machine and fed her those until she was moved to formula.

-Jack was so doting and caring to his child, reading Shakespeare to her and holding full intellectual conversations with her, smiling when she would babble up at him like she was conversing with her papa.

-Once his body was healed and back to normal, no traces of pregnancy whatsoever, he continued to dote on his daughter, raising her as a single parent, raising her with so much love that she would never question if he loved her.

Hercules

-He was no strangers to pregnancies, as he had several children in his past, ones that he still misses every day, as well as his wives, but he had no idea how hard it was!

-When his wives were pregnant, he was doting on them, as their feet would swell, back would hurt, and their emotions were all over the place.

-He just never thought he would be dealing with it himself, and while he wasn’t one that had been teasing Loki, he now knew Loki was telling the truth.

-Loki was pulling his hair out with this beefcake who was found out to be carrying twins!! He didn’t want to sit and relax, he was still going out, working out and swinging a sword around like he wasn’t carrying two babies.

-The one who looks the least pregnant, due to his abs, but he could feel nausea something fierce, unable to handle certain smells without gagging anymore.

-His morning sickness was the worst of the four, unable to hold barely anything but water down until Loki brought him the one thing he was craving, lemons, eating them by the slice.

-Hercules produced so much milk that he had his fridge filled up before his babies were even born, and Loki had to sort them, throwing out the oldest ones that went bad, replacing them with newer ones.

-He was the one to be back on his feet the fastest following the C-section, stretching and glad to have his body back, but he did tear his stiches twice, leading to Loki having to call Brunnhilde to reign him in.

-His sons were the spitting image of him, a bit on the large side, and constantly hungry, but with his surplus of bottles, he was able to handle them for at least a week before he had to suckle them, which was the oddest feeling he had ever experienced.

-He never said anything, but he was glad when they moved onto formula, as his chest was slowly returning to normal, followed by the rest of his body.

-His sons were rambunctious and curious, but they loved their papa fiercely, loving it when he read to them or told them stories, as he told stories with dramatic voices, having them hanging on every word he said.

Hermes

-Of the four, Hermes had the worst of everything, except nausea, which Hercules had the worst of.

-His back was constantly hurting as his large belly was dragging him back and forth, his ankles and feet swelled up, his cravings were so brutal that he was in tears if he didn’t get what he wanted, and he nearly killed Loki at least three times within the first month of being pregnant.

-Loki doted on him the most, as Hermes needed it, pampering him and getting him anything that he wanted just to keep him happy.

-When Hermes found out he was having twins, Ares and Zeus had to come and wrangle the furious pregnant man in from killing Loki, and they both had to help him as his pregnancy was so brutal on him.

-When he started to lactate, Loki found himself in the infirmary shortly afterwards, getting his ass kicked by a very pregnant man, but he had to admit that he kind of liked it.

-Hermes’ birth was the longest, as his blood pressure had dropped dramatically when they pulled his first child out, Loki had to come and assist with the birth, cleaning up his twin daughters while the valkyries worked hard to stabilize Hermes.

-He was awake and asking for his children by the next morning, smiling at Loki when he saw the man responsible for this situation passed out in a chair holding both daughters, all three sleeping soundly.

-Hermes was the perfect parent, feeding his girls, doting on them, playing his violin for them which they both loved, clapping their hands and laughing, wanting more which made his heart swell so much.

-Once his body was back to normal, he threatened Loki that if he ever did something like that again, there would be no hesitation and Hermes would personally strangle the trickster god, which did make Loki blush in delight.

Thor

-The one with the least issues with his pregnancy, he didn’t have any of the symptoms the others had and in all honesty, Thor wanted to experience them, just to know what it felt like.

-Thor trained, much like Hercules, but in moderation, taking Brunnhilde’s advice in not over doing things, but some exercise was good, as it was healthy for the babies.

-The only thing Thor had any difference was that his appetite was bigger, eating more, and he, Loki, and Odin soon found out why as he was carrying twins.

-Loki was in awe that three of the four men he accidentally impregnated had twins, a huge grin on his face, but he was too afraid to say anything when Odin and Thor both turned on him with a glare, silently threatening him.

-The ninth month was the hardest, as his belly was low and it made it hard for him to stand up on his own, unless he was in a higher chair, which was amusing to see him waving his arms, trying to stand up on his own.

-His C-section was the smoothest of the four, but he took a bit longer to heal, he and Odin were in complete awe over his children, one son and one daughter.

-Odin was instantly enamored with his beautiful grandchildren, “I can’t believe my first grandchildren from you were birthed directly by you.”

-Odin was quickly laughing as Thor glared darkly at him, cradling his daughter while Odin held his son.

-Thor had not only Odin, but Loki as well to help raise his children, as Thor had never dealt with babies before, so dealing with two babies, his babies, he had a lot to learn.

-He loved his children and was so protective of them, smiling down at them as he let them hold his fingers, giggling up at him.

[gothicscorpiohub]

Lost You–2

Genre: Thriller–Romantic

Pairing: Marvel Loki x Reader

Overview: As soon as Loki acknowledges the arrival of Thanos, the first thing in his mind was to secure the precious possession, his wife Y/n. The things however don't work out as per the expectations. Would the love of theirs survive after the predicted death of Loki? Did he survived? How?

Part 1:

He was here

Thanos,

To take the tesseract,

To engulf them all in his cruel tactical plan,

Thanos was here,

To initiate the war.

To kill them all

Before proceeding to take further actions, Loki teleported his way to the chamber he and y/n shared to examine Y/n's security, to bound her safely in the room. Opening the door, he was met with the beautiful serenity of his wife.

She sat comfortably on the couch, with her back arched upon the cushioned backboard, her swollen feet were kept on the empty table to seek some rest from the constant uneasiness caused due to pregnancy, on her lap were the remainder of the food packages Loki kept for her, the swollen belly of hers was being caressed softly by her hand, a mild serene smile plastered on her face.

Loki's heart fluttered from the sight of Y/n who, no matter what, would never leave his side. He can't imagine how could anyone go through these severe situations and that too during pregnancy and not uttering a word for complain.

All the knowledge he acquired through the books indicated the increased level of anxiousness in the lady but he incredibly admired how his wife handled the toughest of the hard situations this smoothly. He has never heard a single complain from her side and he'll not be wrong to admit him been yearning for her to show her mood swings out rather than complying them herself.

He didn't knew what he did to deserve such a beautiful, talented, fierce socceress as his wife and the mother of his child. He wondered how witty would their offspring be

Noticing him, Y/n looked up, eyebrows furrowed the slightest "What's wrong?" She asked right away. No matter how hard Loki tried to convince his expression, she always picks right on him. "Nothing darling, just a minor velocity change of the ship. Stay here until it's practicing normal speed." He tried to lie swiftly, not being the God of Mischief for nothing. Standing up, she quirked her eyebrows, clearly annoyed with her husband lying to her.

"Loki, you brought tesseract with you." She quietly spoke, advancing to him for a clear conversation, placing a hand on her womb, as if supporting herself against the pain. Loki wanted nothing other than his urge to hug her and soothe her pain, only if the circumstances granted him so.

"What do you mean darling?" He tried to sound as confident as he can, but standing before her to lie wasn't any easily appealing task, his insides were rippling with anxiety. He didn't had much time, he has to secure her room and has to face Thanos.

"Lie as much you want, husband" she said weakly annoyed, turning around. She never appreciated him lying to her, it's always when she grasps his lies within a second of him using his silver tongue, but that always leads her being insecurely disappointed. Loki knows perfectly how hurt she gets when he, of all, isn't honest to her. It truly breaks Loki's heart just as much to lie to her.

"Make sure he'll never be around."she added quietly before ascending towards the washroom, leaving Loki speechless.

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Anxiety was coursing through his veins, mind running through several scenarios to tact them all out the reach of Thanos. His brain was throbbing with unexplainable intensity, his heart beating at such a pace he never it is capable of.

Thor's head was held captive by the enormous hand of Thanos. His witchy companion was speaking something regarding mercy they were doing on the Asgardians but Loki wasn't keeping up with any word, desperately running through the tricks he could use at the situation.

"– I'm sure you have a preference." Thanos said, smiling devilishly.

"Oh I do, kill him." Loki said, trying to sound as nonchalant as he could. Thanos's grip on his brother's head tightened as such that Thor seemed on the urge of bursting through his skull, his loud whimpers echoing through the destroyed walls of the room.

"Alright, stop." Loki bellowed.

An uncomfortably fuzzy blanket seemed to cover his brain, as if he wasn't controlling it, someone else was in control of him. Loki is known to these tricks and henceforth is completely aware to button the feelings.

Drawing a dagger at his side, conceiving it from as many eyes as he may, he advanced to Thanos, conjuring the glowing, icy blue tesseract in his hands. Thanos's gaze seemed to penetrate Loki's. He knew well the Mischief God, and which was what scared Loki.

With a swift motion, Loki swayed his dagger up at Thanos's neck utilising all the might he could afford at such unforeseen circumstance. His heart was caught in his mouth, skipped several beats once he felt his wrist stopping mere inch away from its target. Noting the situation briefly, with a jerk his insides warned him about the regretful stunt he had done, a large, beefy, uncomfortable lump seeped to block his oesophagus.

His hand was bound to stop in its movement of intended murder of a Titan with a small dagger, with the seidr of the infinity stone. Not a moment he had to process himself being pulled up by Thanos's big purple hand, wrapped around Loki's neck tightly, coiling around his neck tighter with every fraction of a second passing. Loki's vision started blurring out, the surroundings started to become more and more foggy, with a dizzying nausea coiling inside, his senses were going numb and before blacking out completely, the last thing that crossed the barrier of his numbness was a sharp stinging pain in his lower abdomen.

It's around 12 and yeah I wasn't able to draft this more appropriately. Let me know if you want another sequel.

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Part 3:

P.S. : consider me as your friend and you may always talk to me even if you're not suffering from depression and anxiousness, certain things are even worse.

I've been considered confidential hooman whole a lot. I won't judge.

Anyways, 3rd part is out!!!

[onecantsimply]

hi, could you write about the Buddha(record of ragnarok) with a reader who has sharp mood swings, with perhaps even aggressive. I couldn't find the rules on this, you can safely ignore it (I still didn't understand if the requests were open, sorry) (´･ω∩`*)

Ah no they’re open-

It should say so in my profile- I think-?

Other rules are in my Record of Ragnarok Masterlist, which is pinned to my profile-

Mention of very slight nsfw headcanon here. But it shouldn’t be too bad so go ahead and read if you want. Anyways have fun-

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• You know it’s a bit weird, but he gets used to it- It’s amusing for him at times, and he won’t lie about it. Though, he wants you to know he accepts you, even with the aggressive parts. Mans loves you for good reason. So of course mood swings can be one of them-

- When it happens to be those regular mood swings, Buddha may as well just give you some candy. Bitches love candy. He is bitches. But anyways- With those regular mood swings, whether they be sadness or something, he will make sure you’re comfortable to your max.

- But aggressiveness, however- He’s kind of hiding unless you’re snapping at someone. That’s when he finds it enjoyable. Especially if it’s towards someone like Zeus or Loki. Buddha will just arch an eyebrow, and watch the scene before him with an emotion of amusement. This is the shit he’s wanted to watch since day 1.

- Judging from how sharp those mood swings are, Buddha sometimes doesn’t take your words seriously until he knows from your soul. And depending on how deep those words are, he will either give you a sharp grin, or comfort you until you fall asleep. He ain’t playing on the latter.

• He won’t lie he sometimes gets scared of those mood swings if they get directed to him-

- Hh “What did I do wrong”- And then he realizes that it’s just mood swings. Shit’s crazy, bruv. He sometimes feels like he got trolled when he’s situating you into your regular emotions. But hey, you get head pats and cuddles while watching TV. Cue the treats as well- You’re in good hands-

- I will not lie when I say that your mood swings may lead to steamy sessions if Buddha is in that certain mood. He’s about to knock the mood swings out of you and make your ass sore in that time. I wish you good luck.

- If Buddha’s too tired to comfort you, just cuddle the man. No matter how aggressive you are, those cuddles of his will melt you right back down to how you once were. Sometimes he just pretends he’s too tired just so he can cuddle you. Works every time.

- When you’re aggressive, he’ll call you a Chihuahua. Oh yeah he may get your mood swings confused with you on your period so be prepared to be called Gusher packets too- I’m joking he will not do that- I don’t know if he would- I don’t write about Buddha often so I don’t know-?

[fictionalsimpybish]

"I do care"

Loki x GN!Reader

Warnings: None!

To say you were upset would be an understatement.

You were furious

Not only were you still recovering from your last mission, you weren't allowed to join the others on their current mission

You would of been just fine staying by yourself, but Steve wanted to be safe then sorry.

So you agreed. I mean, you can't really go against Captain America right?

You would. But you didn't want to start a fight while still being injured.

But they picked the last person on your mind

And of course

That was Loki.

"Loki!?" You whispered yelled "really??, Your gonna leave Loki, of all people here to watch me?? You know he hates me right??"

You remember telling Steve to at least let someone else watch you but everyone was needed.

So. Here you were with someone who doesn't even like you.

You decided to just ignore his presence and just chill, you read some books while drinking tea, then did some other hobbys you enjoyed, after awhile you got hungry and went to the kitchen, opening cabinets to see what you could eat, for a moment you really wanted to steal some of Thor's pop tarts, but you weren't in the mood for his rage.

"What are you doing?" A dull voice was heard and you turned to see none other than Loki

"Looking for something to eat." You replied just as dull, Loki just stared and huffed, he walked over to you and grabbed your wrist, your head twisted around and you glared at him "what do you want?" You ask as calmly as you could

Loki rolled his eyes "You shouldn't be overworking yourself, you injured may I remind you?, Now go sit and I'll prepare lunch for you. And you have no choice." He smirked at you

You huffed and rolled your eyes "whatever.." you were slightly surprised that Loki was actually doing something for you, you sat down on the couch and picked up a book you and earlier, Loki came a few moments later sitting across from you with lunch on a tray

"Eat up" was all he said and picked up his own book, as you ate you could feel his gaze on you, but Everytime you would look up he was reading, not paying any attention to you

Once you finished you placed the dishes in the sink and went to your room, after saying thank you to Loki which he completed ignored rude your thought, once in your room you decided to just head to bed

***

Hours had past and you couldn't sleep anymore, you roll out of bed and look outside your window, seeing the view of the city lights lighting up the darkness

It was quite beautiful

You decided you wanted to step outside for a bit, fresh air sounded really nice, yeah you shouldn't be going out, but what someone doesn't know won't hurt them right?

Putting on a quick outfit, you slowly open your door and look around, lights where out but not Loki's bedroom, you smile to yourself and head to the elevator and click the first floor, walking to the main door you take a step outside

The fresh air felt amazing on your skin, it sent chills down your spine, which you gladly accepted, you decided to take a little walk around

Walking to a park nearby you sat at the swings and just lived in the moment, it's been awhile since you could act like a kid, it felt nice.

***

What felt like a few minutes, was actually an hour, walking to the elevator and pressing your floor you were surprised to see a panicked Loki pacing around

"Loki?" You asked in surprised, Loki's eyes shot up to your face, and he glared daggers at you

Loki stepped closer to your form, his hands going into fist "Where were you!?" He shouted "you are well aware that you must stay indoors until you are fully healed, and you cannot just leave without telling me, something could of Happened to you!" you rolled your eyes and tried to walk past him but he grabbed your arm "do NOT walk away from me!, You will listen do you understand?" He said in a stern voice

You ripped your arm from his hold  and turned to him looking at the ground "stop acting like you care" you whispered

Loki narrowed his eyes "come again?" He asked

You looked up at him and scoffed "STOP acting like you care for me, just STOP! I get it, ok?, You don't have to pretend to care, you don't have to pretend just so the team can accept you, your already part of the team, and you hate who you hate, no one can stop that." you chuckled sadly and looked down "I'll be going to my room." You turn to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist and turned you around before you could say anything he hugged you which surprised you

What the actual fuck is happening?

"Your wrong.. I.. I do care for you.. a lot.. more then I should.." Loki replied lowly "I care for you more then I care for the team.. you captured me, I pretend to not care.. I.. I was scared to let my emotions show what I truly felt.. so I.. put on a cold face, I'm.." he huffed "..sorry.." your eyes widened at the confession

He cares? He really does care for you?

You looked up at him with a confused gaze "but.. what.. I.." you where lost for words, all the new information was slightly overwhelming

Loki looked down shyly "My brother told me 'i was in love', and I didn't believe him, but I.. think he was right.. I can't get you out of my head even if I tried" he looked at you with a hopeful gaze "you don't have to like me back I understand if you do not like me, I have treated you poorly, and I deeply apologize, but I assure you, I will treat you with respect, even if you do not like me."

You stood quiet for a moment, Loki shifted you could clearly see he was nervous for your answer, you smiled and chuckled "take me on a date and youll be forgiven. But.. I do like you, have for awhile.. I just.. you know.. thought you hated me"

Loki shook his head "I'm sorry.. I really don't, you have my word that you will have the best date, you won't regret it"

"I hope so" you smiled

What started as the worse day became the greatest day, and Loki wasn't wrong, it was the best date, and you didn't regret anything.

[definitely-not-iorveth]

tagged by @swanfloatieknight, thank you! 💚

5 things that make me happy, off the top of my head

1/ writing 2/ the right music 3/ long walks in the right weather (mood dependant) 4/ swings 5/ lemony drinks

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[olet-lucernam]

A Hollow Promise [13] chapter iii, part i

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main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

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summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

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chapter summary : loki's return to asgard becomes imminent, and his guard shows her hand.

recommended listening : church, fall out boy

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“What do you know of Asgard?”

Her shadow halted in its slow, ghostlike pacing, rendered a wraith in the demi-dark.

Then she spoke, and the spell was broken.

“Good morning to you too, Prince Loki.”

Her voice was tart-sweet and crisp, like the air at dawn and a fistful of dew-doused wildflowers. Loki wondered how long she had been awake, this time- and how long she had known that he was awake too. He has spent the past few minutes simply watching her, letting the fragile equilibrium hold, reliving a thousand overlapping memories veiled in a haze of barely-waking- a flutter of sharp light through a cascade of drapes, the shadow of a figure moving near silently through the gloom of his bedchamber, the rustle of sheets and reaching out with languid strength to drag her yielding form into his arms, smelling daybreak and high altitudes in her hair.

Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, she would breathe out, curving herself up into him, palms smoothing from his waist to his ribs to the plane of his back, her warmth soaking through him. His reply would often be little more than an incoherent mumble as he slipped back into sleep, content.

Extending a hand to the control panel, she leaned over and lifted the lights with a light touch of her fingertip, as though drawing curtains from across a windowpane- the motion just slightly too precise and smooth.

The room brightened, turning as clear as water, and she resumed her pacing, as absent as a metronome’s swing.

Loki straightened.

His mood instantly turned brittle, like ice crystals forming inside his skin.

She was wearing the SHIELD jumpsuit from the first day.

The nondescript, muted navy smothered her, as though it was attempting to blend her into the black steel like a thick daub of oil paint, its streamlined cut mimicking the soft, splitting faux-leather of costume armour; only her boots seemed to have any weight, their dense tread on the mesh walkways implying their thick, solid utility. Her hair was loose, combed and coiffed with a fine sheen of oil, coaxed into an artful swoop of ash-blonde that framed her features, pulling into lax curls down her back- veiling the violet shadows under her eyes, the tarnish in the gold of her complexion, the faint pinch in her brow, gaze dimmed and unseeing as she pivoted and retraced her steps.

Loki could see the wear of a sleepless night in her, rapidly reconstructing how she had spent the hours- lying awake, the gears of her mind whirring in tandem with a resting heartrate that thrummed slightly too fast, primed and overwarm and burning the fumes of the midnight oil, planning and replanning.

He felt a stab of violent self-loathing, like a hot knife in the gut.

Loki had been too exhausted, wrung out, to notice that he had fallen asleep before her, and that she had likely been waiting him out.

“Good morning, darling,” he amended, his tone soft. “How long have you been awake?”

“Mm. Long enough.” Her flask was locked between her hands, her fingernail tapping against its plastic in a restless stutter, like wound clockwork.

Loki pressed the point, carefully, like probing for a suspected broken bone.

“And how long have you been fretting?”

“Thinking. Not fretting.” She corrected without breaking stride, more preoccupied than obstinate. “I bought down a matcha latte- and rose tea. Some people find it a little sweet, but I think you might like it. They’re in the capsule.”

Loki exhaled through his nose, and rose from the bench.

“Beloved.”

She halted partway through a stride forward, rocking backwards onto her heel, like the reversed momentum of a pendulum. Glancing over her shoulder, the gloss of her hair falling aside, her expression was perfectly attentive and expectant- lips parted, eyebrows raised, eyes doelike.

Loki simply gazed back, pointedly.

She gave way, dropping her eyes.

“The visual feeds are operational again. No audio, but Agent Barton can read lips in several languages. And- the device for the Tesseract will be finished in a matter of hours.”

She spoke evenly around the knot in her throat.

Loki gathered himself, recalibrating.

It was too soon.

But- the quicker that everything progressed, the earlier they could set events into motion, biasing the course of future, like carving out a runnel before a spill of water. Preparations would have to be swift and precise to have a chance of holding against the enemy, Loki had known this, but that had been before he had known that his return to Asgard would mean being torn away from her, again, and that it would hurt her too, even if she lacked the full context of why- of what had, once, could they still, did they still-

“A few hours?” Loki forced himself to ask.

“Mm. Before noon, most likely. Dr Stark and Dr Banner are slightly more brilliant than I predicted, which is- good to know. I found out this morning, when I went up.” She flicked a foot out, irreverently, the side of her boot knocking against a reinforced shockproof case, set underneath the terminal. “They gave me that.”

“Manacles, I presume.”

Loki saw the muscles in her jaw shift.

“Power-supressing cuffs. And- a muzzle.”

Loki blinked- then laughed, genuinely amused.

“Oh, dear. Did I unnerve them that much?”

“Who can say,” she said delicately, visibly simmering with resentment.

Given her reaction, Loki guessed that she knew as well as he did that it wasn’t a necessary precaution- but a restatement of victory, or the casual cruelty endemic to those in power. Loki had witnessed it before; he had felt its burn like a brand, had committed such acts himself, as though mimicking the symptoms could generate the source, or trick the world into believing the lie and defraud it into truth.

Even through his delirium, he had crafted his taunts to sink deep. Rather than demoralise the heroes, Loki suspected he had unsettled and aggravated them- enough for them to want to shut him up.

After Thanos, this barely cut at his pride.

After her, he remembered the value of patience- and the taste of delayed gratification on his tongue, aged like wine.

“I’ve already sabotaged them, a little.” The words were spoken against the rim of her flask, the fan of her fingers screening her mouth from the cameras. “The equivalent of blowing a fuse. Just in case.”

Loki softened.

“My generous darling,” he susurrated, circling the cell and opening the hollow pillar. Retrieving one of the disposable cups set inside, he took a careful sip, identifying it as the chilled matcha latte. “How ever shall I repay your consideration, sweet thing?”

She stilled for a heartbeat- then swivelled towards him, breathing deep and smiling against the pressure gathering around her eyes.

“Tell me about your home.”

The redirection was bright and sudden, a clumsy attempt, like a hysterical laugh masking a sob, seizing upon anything true to hide the desperation that Loki saw welling in her.

He lifted his eyebrows. “My home?”

“Mm-hm.” She cocked her head, fighting to maintain her smile. “I only have the tales from Norse mythology, and I know how limited their veracity is, for one reason or another. And- besides.” Her demeanour settled slightly, easing into something unforced, and comfortably honest. “I’d like to hear about it from you.”

For a long moment, Loki gazed at her through his lashes.

He had known, could have guessed, had heard it implied in the undercurrent of her voice and seen it in the burgeoning light in her eyes- how she had marvelled at the worlds she had seen through the Tesseract, devouring every difference and detail she encountered like a glut of honey from the comb.

Loki knew that he could ink her a distraction with his words alone, construct a palace of paragraphs for her to lose herself in exploring, spin a narrative as light and smooth as silver thread for her to follow. He could draw from his memories, rendering them more perfect, a fairytale breathed to life.

For a moment, Loki considered telling her of the beauty of the Realm Eternal.

He thought of describing the prismatic crystal that was Asgard’s foundation, from which the quartz of the Bifrost had been mined aeons ago- its splintered, denticulated spires swirling with clouds of water vapour and stardust, illuminating the mists like nebulae. He thought of telling her of the glorious citadel of Gladsheim, the royal chartered district encircled by a perfect ring of white stone, walls curving out from crescent of the palace towers- sun-struck and golden, staggered like the flutes of a pipe organ against fantasy-blue skies. He thought of telling her of the deep ornamental waters below the ramparts, cascading from the gilded spouts of the artificial falls, turning sapphire in the vast basins and filtering out into canals and tributary rivers to eventually decant into the sea.

He thought of telling her how the districts of the capital unfolded like leaves from the centre- opening into verdant swatches of cultivated garden and elegant fountains, the mirror-smooth seaways connecting the inner city to the harbour and its outer-world trading markets, the vast plazas and broad stairways overlooked by embassies and guild houses, bakeries and sartors, teahouses and drinking halls. He thought of telling her of the soaring skywalks bridging between towers, the open-air markets thriving on the cobbles below, garlanded with strings of glinting star-lights and the delicate foliage of blooming trees. He thought of describing the richness of the air, the people that was its lifeblood, and their snatches of conversation overheard in the streets- artisans discussing commissions through hasty mouthfuls of street food, clerks lamenting the volume of work for the upcoming festival, children bickering over who got to play the Einherjar and who would be the frost giant in their next game, courtiers confirming their next social engagements on the opera house steps, fishmongers bartering prices for the latest catch, merchants complaining about the unreasonable importation taxes on goods from Nidavellir, Valkyries collecting their wares from the smithy- gossip and grudges, affection and aggravations, scandal and stories, creating a shifting music pervading every corner.

He could give her the illusion that he had loved for millennia, within which he had never truly fit as an intrinsic part.

Or- he could tell her of the outer reaches of the realm, the places of Asgard that held the memory of the ancient wild. Loki could describe the close, shadowed thicket of the forest off the beaten hunting trails, the crags in mountain stone left untraversed since the reign of Bor, the passages hidden behind the thundering veils of great waterfalls, the alcoves and sealed chambers and niches of the palace- and the Bifrost, drawing from the raw magic in Asgard’s roots.

He thought of sketching its vista for her- a great ribbon of crystal, polished and cut smooth, four feet thick and straight as a sword, supported on struts of golden steel in the ocean bedrock. He thought of describing how its strata glinted with strands of brilliant colour, ruby and emerald, peacock and rose- how it lit up with each tread, how you could hear it glow, and under the strum of hooves it sounded like splinters of crystals ringing together underfoot. He thought of telling her how the sea below was so dark that it was almost black, how its falls streamed off the edge into clean mist that would condense into rainclouds- and of the Observatory seated upon an outcropping of rock at the brink of the world, a casement of gold, gazing out into darkened skies marbled with lucent colour, like clouds of frozen light and metallic dust, studded with stars and distant potential.

He thought of telling her how many times he had made the long ride out across the Bifrost, to the Observatory, waiting and waiting and waiting-

Loki thought of telling her everything.

“Tell me about your home,” he said instead. “The places you love.”

When she blinked, drawing herself up slightly in surprise, something settled in Loki’s chest.

Loki knew her past. He wanted her present, as well, and her future- and both were tied to this world.

He had loved Midgard, once, perhaps more deeply than Thor did now. His fascination with the realm and his infatuation with its fragile, resourceful, wildly inventive denizens had slowly wasted into antipathy, tainted by a grief and rage that had nowhere else to run.

Under the circumstances, however- perhaps that regard was worth reclaiming. Whatever she loved, Loki could hold affection for by default. Besides which, Midgard would be a likely theatre of events to come.

“Oh. Ah-” She shifted. “We travelled a lot, when I was a child,” she hedged. “And, now- I rarely stay in the same place for long.”

“And nowhere caught a piece of your heart?”

She hesitated, nails scraping against the flask, teeth slicing across her lower lip.

Carefully, without turning his head, Loki flicked an aggrieved glance towards the upper corner of the cell- to where the cameras were mounted, recently restored and running smoothly.

Keeping his hand low at his side, Loki gave a subtle twist of his fingers, his mana sparking.

The veil of magic swiped across her mouth and lower jaw, cool as rainwater. She startled, instinctively balking against it- before stilling, catching herself, letting the illusion settle.

Reaching up, she traced along her jawline cautiously.

Her eyes met his.

Loki smirked, casting the same illusion on himself.

“It will make it appear as though you are speaking a language they do not know, or cannot comprehend- one even outside the scope of the Allspeak.”

“Gibberish,” she extrapolated dryly, even as tension eased out of her posture like a draining tide.

“As any language is rendered, to those who cannot comprehend it,” he demurred.

“And if no one can comprehend it, then it isn’t a language.”

“Wittgenstein?”

“Language as function. Hence gibberish, my prince.”

Loki grinned, unashamed, and watched her melt into an amused smile.

“In essence,” he admitted, spreading his hands in acquiescence. “But only a true omniglot would recognise it as such, and they are scarce few.”

She hummed softly, two fingers rubbing across her clavicle.

Then she spoke.

“There is a house,” she began tentatively, “in Manhattan. Greenwich Village. My childhood home.”

Loki paused, and sobered slightly, lifting the cardboard cup to his mouth.

“I’m surprised you’re not more upset with me.”

“I am upset,” she said blithely, but he could hear the strain underneath, like the full-body ache that followed a broken fever, “even if I understand. It still hurts. I’m still angry. But I’m also both selfish and circumspect. The latter means that I have more deserving targets for my anger, which means I’m not obliged to feel so bad about the former. I’m sure people would still judge me, though, which is- entirely fair.”

Her shoulder and the corner of her mouth lifted in a rueful shrug, like an unbalanced set of scales.

“If I had lost something, personally- well, this might be a different conversation.”

Loki swallowed the mouthful of matcha.

“I have had little opportunity to admire the city recently,” he said, “but I remember New York City, from my previous excursions to Midgard. A thriving cosmopolitan bastion of trade, culture, and-” Loki paused, pointedly. “Outspokenness.”

She inclined her head in agreement, creasing with fondness.

“Although I am not familiar with specific neighbourhoods,” Loki conceded, deliberately leading.

She smiled faintly.

“Historically, Greenwich Village has been a bohemian neighbourhood. Home of subversives and counterculture. It’s pretty gentrified these days, though. Well, all of Manhattan is, really. And Brooklyn. The starving artists and street trendsetters are being priced out of the neighbourhoods they made stylish in the first place.”

Loki watched her keenly, and the way she began relax and warm through.

“Tell me?”

He knew how much he was asking of her, to open up another segment of her heart to him, and one that had been directly wounded at his hands.

She tensed infinitesimally.

Loki smiled, grimly pleased. Brave, but not careless. Good girl.

But then he watched her forcibly relax, as though regaining her balance on a great precipice.

“The district where you concentrated the Chitauri attack was Midtown- the commercial, business and media centre of Manhattan.” She said carefully. “Department stores, art museums, theatre halls, corporate skyscrapers. Times Square, Central Park, Stark Tower. Greenwich is further south. More residential. The street I grew up on is a row of townhouses, lined with apple blossoms. Walking home, it was like stepping into a film set, of that idealised NYC from the movies. I kept track of the season by the changing of those trees. In early spring, when they trees are in full bloom, it’s like- fresh snow made out of silk. It’s stunning on a clear day, against blue skies. And the fragrance- think of something light and delicate, layered over and over itself until it’s almost overwhelming. Like the chiffon skirts of a ballgown.” She gave a short laugh. “It helps to cover the filth of the city, a little.”

Loki instantly thought of the flowering trees on Asgard, their drifting petals gathering like pooling rain in the cracks of the cobbles.

“The house I grew up in is- old money. Grand Neoclassical elegance. Red brick, carved white stone, blue slate- set with these beautiful leaded casement windows, almost twice as tall as I am, that open into the house like French doors. Some days, I would open up the windows, and just- lean out, into the white noise of the city, and listen. Millions of souls, millions of lives, millions of stories. Like air.”

For the first time, Loki felt his insides twist with a flash of sincere guilt.

In the hours following his recapture, he had resolved that regret was useless. He knew why he had done it, and he knew that he would do it again under the same circumstances.

Yet in her love of her city, Loki could hear an echo of his affection for Asgard.

“My bedroom was on the second floor, on the eastern façade.” She ran her fingers through her hair, eyes distant. “Juliet balconies at every set of windows. A daybed with white cushions. Gossamer drapes, bookshelves built into the walls, a white marble fireplace- this ridiculous Baroque chaise lounge and armchair set, with a low coffee table. I would read there so often that it started to sink the cushions.” She huffed wryly at the memory. “At the top of the house, there’s a massive circular skylight- an oculus, set into the slant of the roof, facing into the sky. My father would meditate up there often, on the mezzanine. When it rained, I would go up there with herbal tea, and we would sit there and talk for a while. I was- incredibly spoiled.” Her expression sank, exuding a wistful nostalgia that curdled at the edges the longer that it held. “Privileged. East Coast monied elite. Private school and music lessons and all I could have asked for, material or experience- including an adventure house to grow up in. Long hallways with hardwood panelling, old secrets in the walls, room after room filled with artifacts from across the world and through the ages. It was like something out of a children’s pulp adventure novel, only more fantastical.”

She spoke of her home with a devotion and a longing, the edges cracked, scraping away at the dazzling roseate lens.

Loki understood it, completely.

“Will you go back?” He asked softly.

“Maybe. Someday,” she said, light and expressionless. “But- not for a long time, I think.”

Loki swallowed. It felt like thawing frost in his throat.

“I’m sorry.”

Her head flicked up to him, slightly startled- before shaking her head.

“No. Don’t apologise. This is not your doing.” She said, resolute. “I knew what I was doing. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to go home again, once I started looking for answers. And I made that decision long before the Tesseract showed me you. So don’t be sorry. I have no regrets. I’m that much closer to those answers, thanks to you. Which means I’m a little closer to going home.”

Answers.

They coalesced on his tongue, thick with mislaid truths- everything that she had left her home for, a dense history, waiting to be spilled out- but arrested by the sudden panicked thought of what she would do, once she knew everything.

“It’s alright.” She interrupted quietly, her gaze steady, effortlessly reading his internal conflict. “I think I know what-”

Her lower lip creased slightly beneath her teeth.

“I know enough. I can wait a little longer.”

“And how long have you been waiting so far?” Loki demanded.

She smiled, but the motion was hesitant, failing before it reached her eyes, as though it might split open an unseen wound if she pressed too far.

“Can you forgive me?”

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[ladylovesloki]

He Will Wait: One Shot

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, major character injury, death

Summary: Reader and Loki are friends. Loki makes a confession.

I’m sorry. 😬

You’re an avenger, no superhuman strength or powers but Nat taught you everything that she knows. She picked you out of a group of cadets to take under her wing. The Widow’s Spiderling they called you. Eventually you moved on to going on missions without Nat supervising you, the name remained. 

Ever since you started working your own missions with your own teams, you’ve gotten to know the Avengers pretty well. Particularly Loki, your relationship started one night when you had just come back from a mission and you were beat to hell. You didn’t want Nat to find out so you decided to hobble to your room without going to the medic station. Whatever it is was you can deal with it when you got to your room, you have a first aid kit there. 

You didn’t notice Loki watching you as you tried your best to conceal your pain. You really didn’t want to hear it from Nat about being more careful, blah blah blah. 

You reach your door and place your hand on the high tech palm reader Tony installed on all the personal suites. You move your hand to push the door open and from behind you another hand covers yours. You turn your head and see Loki looking at you with concern. 

“You’re injured.” He declares. 

“Nothing I can’t handle Laufeyson.” Hoping the name you used convinces him you’re not in the mood for company. 

He looks at you for a heartbeat, reaches around you to push your door open. He then takes your arm and swings it over his neck, helping you inside. Once there he sits you down in a chair. “Where’s is your kit?” he asks you.

“Bathroom, cabinet under the sink” you respond, not interested in arguing. 

He comes back with the kit and proceeds to clean you up, your ribs felt bruised but the pain wasn’t bad enough that you were convinced there was no internal damage. He wrapped up your mid section, helped you into the bathroom and turned on the shower for you. 

“I’ll leave you to shower, I’m going to make you something to eat. Call if you need something. Or would you prefer I call upon the widow?” He asks.

“No, I’ll be fine, thank you…” he turns to leave “hey Loki”, he stops before he walks out and looks at you. “Really….thank you” you smile at him, he smiles at you and walks out. 

 That was 6 months ago and ever since, you two have been inseparable. He insisted on going with you on most missions when he wasn’t already assigned to a different one. Eventually your relationship grew into a very strong friendship.

This morning before you left for your mission he asked you if you both could talk before you left. 

“Sure, is everything alright?” You asked concerned.

“Yes y/n, there’s just been something on my mind I need to speak to you about”.

With that being said you both walked over to your room so you can talk and prepare to go.

After packing your bags, making sure you have all of your favorite weapons and equipment packed, Loki sits you down to talk.

“I want more y/n”.

“More what? Coffee? Get up and fill your cup again yourself, this isn’t Asgard where all of your princely whims gets fulfilled whenever you want”. You say…half jokingly.

He narrows his eyes at you, “no y/n, I want more in this…relationship…”

“Oh..” you respond. Sure, you’ve thought about dating Loki on occasion but you always shut it down. Why would he want to be with someone who has an expiration date like you do. Your lifespan is basically a container of milk in the refrigerator to him, maybe he just wants a sexual relationship which you would be more than ok with. But you knew eventually you would feel more than just a sexual pull towards him, you can feel it from time to time now. At times having to remind yourself that you’re just friends. 

Still a little unsure of what exactly he wants, you ask him to clarify, “what do you mean you want….more?”

“I want to be with you in whatever Midgardian standard of courting is to us on Asgard.” He clarifies for you. 

“Oh…are…are you sure?” Your reaction makes him start to doubt himself. 

“This was foolish, of course you wouldn’t want to court me, please… just forget I said anything.” He speaks so quickly he’s fumbling over his words and himself because he’s getting out of his chair as fast he can, rushing out the door. 

“Loki wait! I didn’t mean…”

You didn’t have a chance to finish before he rushed out. 

You run out your door behind him and look both ways down the hallway but he was already gone. You assumed he teleported somewhere in the tower. 

“Fuck”, you look down at your watch. This mission couldn’t have worse timing. You’ll just have to talk to him when you get back. 

You get to the quinjet and you see Thor talking to Bruce. 

“Thor! Can you do me a favor while I’m gone?” You ask. 

“Of course Lady y/n, how can I assist?” He asks boisterously. 

“Can you check on your brother for me? We were talking in my room earlier and he got upset and stormed out before I can say anything to him.”

“Oh no, do you not reciprocate his feelings?…Shit…he’s going to stab me again..when he told me of his intentions toward you I convinced him to tell you the truth. He tried telling me I was being brash and a buffoon again but I held strong believing you felt the same.” Thor’s confession making you more concerned about Loki’s current mental state. 

“You have to find him Thor, tell him that I will talk to him when I get back.”

He looks worried, “alright y/n, I’ll do my best, you know my brother.”

“I know, thanks Thor. I promise I’ll make it right with him when I get back. I was just surprised, of course I feel the same”

“You ready to go kid?” You hear Clint call to you from the jet. 

“Yea I’m coming”, you look back and up at Thor, “I’ll be home soon, good luck.”

You run on the quinjet, Clint and Nat strapped in the cockpit and Steve standing behind Nat’s chair, all just waiting on you to depart.

“Sorry about that guys, let’s go.”

…meanwhile…

Loki is sitting in his room when there’s a knock on the door, “brother, please open the door. I wish to speak with you about y/n.”

Loki rolls his eyes but his curiosity gets the best of him, knowing y/n, you went straight to Thor after the incident to get his brother to get him to talk.

“What is it Thor?”

“Brother please, may I come in?”

Loki takes a deep breath, gets up from his bed and opens the door. Not fully though just enough for Thor to see him through the cracked door. 

“Brother, I spoke to y/n. What happened?”

“I listened to you, you oaf! Because of you and your stupid advice I’ve ruined the truest friendship I have ever had! The only source of companionship I have on this forsaken planet and now…she will probably want nothing to do with me after this..”

“Loki, y/n was concerned for you when she left. She’s going to speak to you when she gets back from her mission, I believe she was just surprised by your confession.”

“Surprised or disgusted?!” 

“Loki, y/n cares about you, just give her a chance. Speak with her when she returns, you might find she feels the same and was just caught off guard, you forget humans a more self deprecating than us. I believe y/n believes she is not good enough to be with a literal God.” Thor implores, surprising Loki by how much sense he’s actually making.

“Alright, I’ll speak with her when she returns. Don’t think this will save you from a stabbing.” It actually might, he feels a little better about the situation…but he’s not going to tell Thor that…Loki shuts the door in Thor’s grinning face. 

“…oaf…” Loki says under his breath. Internally he was still feeling a little nervous, what if Thor was wrong?

…Fast Forward One Week…

“Steve! Steve, put your hand here! Put pressure on that!”

Nat is frantic, she’s doing everything she can to keep you alive until you get back to the tower where they are already waiting for your arrival. 

“Her BP is dropping fast Nat….” Steve informs her while he’s watching your vitals on the monitor. 

“I know Cap, I’m pumping everything I can into her to keep her heart beating until we get there.”

You took a bullet, right in the gut and another in your shoulder. Nat was just finishing pulling information from the main database of the facility we are infiltrating, a secret Hydra nest we had found out about from your last mission. You were watching her back when an agent of Hydra burst through the window. You covered Nat’s back and started firing at the Hydra agent, you didn’t notice a second come through the door on the opposite side. He shot twice, both hitting you and now you’re on a bed on the quinjet being fussed over by your two teammates. 

“We’re 5 out Nat!” Clint screams from the cockpit. 

“Okay, Cap, let’s get her ready for transport.” Nat and Steve start to adjust wiring and connections so they can be ready to move you to the medics care as soon as you land. 

…meanwhile in the training room…

Thor and Loki are sparring when Friday interrupts them.

“Prince Loki, Captain Rogers and team are in route to the Tower, ETA 5 minutes” Friday announces. 

“Thank you Friday” Loki responds, his heart skipping a beat thinking about seeing you again. 

“Prince Loki, be advised the medical team has been alerted to be ready to receive Agent y/l/n. Her vitals are currently showing she is in critical condition”. Friday further informs. 

Loki’s heart doesn’t skip a beat this time. It full on stops. He’s staring at Thor who is looking at him, the look on his face showing his internal panic. 

They don’t say anything to each other, they just start running to the landing pad. 

When they arrive the quinjet hatch is coming down, Loki sees Natasha holding a bag over her head while the Captain is holding you in his arms.

Loki runs over to them while Steve is laying you down on the medics gurney. 

“What happened?!” Loki asks Natasha. 

“She was hit while we were finishing pulling the information from the mainframe. She took two bullets, one in the midsection, the other in the shoulder.” Natasha responds shakily not taking her eyes off of you. 

The medics run off with you, Loki and team following closely behind before the medical team stops them. 

“I’m sorry, we have to take her from here” the doctor informed the desperate looking team. 

Loki’s heart was pounding in his chest, Thor’s voice slowly making its way through the pounding sound of it in his head. 

“Brother, she’s going to be alright, she’s strong.” Loki doesn’t respond, just stares at the door wanting to teleport through. Fuck what the doctors say, he needed to see you, but he stopped himself. Transporting into the room might distract one of the doctors working on you, possibly interrupting them saving your life. No. He’ll wait for you. As long as it takes. 

Hours go by. The team is still waiting for the doctors for an update, the anxiety and worry in the room palpable. 

And then a doctor walks in. Covered in blood. Y/n’s precious blood. 

“I’m sorry. There was too much damage and she lost too much blood. Agent y/n has passed.”

The room is silent. It was as if the world stopped spinning. 

“No, this….it’s not true…she can’t be…” Loki starts walking toward the room where they were working on y/n. Thor puts his hand out to stop him, “brother..brother stop…she’s gone….y/n is gone..I’m so sorry.”

A few weeks later, Loki is sitting by your headstone thinking about you. 

After your death, Natasha sat Loki down and told him y/n’a true feelings. She told him about how she cared for him more than a friend, but y/n had convinced herself that he wouldn’t be interested in a mortal. But their friendship meant so much to her that even if they just remained friends she was content. She hoped it would bring him some comfort but all it did was break his heart more. 

He wasted so much time. Your time. He has plenty of time to be fickle and indecisive but you, he knew he only had so much time with you and he took you for granted. 

He’ll never get to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. Never will he know the warmth of you as a lover. But he will always remember you, his truest friend. And just like he promised that day he waited outside of those doors while the doctors were trying to save you, he will wait for you. In this life until the next, he will wait. 

I am so sorry..😬

[lokisgoodgirl]

Girl, I was reading a smut alphabet for Loki and it said that his junk was "9 inches and thick" (me being the whore that I am, I of course found a ruler ☠️🤣). I died in that moment I kid you not!🍆😈🥵😍😳

9 inches and thick is a whole lotta cock.

Furiously ready and hard as rock

Just take a deep breath and shut your eyes

And pray to god it fits inside

Sorry Idk I'm in a giddy mood I've drank too much coke. Once the ruler comes out you're in trouble. Big dicks are all fun and games until one's up swinging in your face😆thank you for sending this