#loki odinson x y/n

[michelleleewise]

Can I have a story where reader has a huge crush on loki (reader won't admit they're inlove tho) and wants to be his in every aspect? She doesn't want to confess because she knows she'll get rejected and knows she's not his type. Though reader maybe sneaky, they forget that loki can sometimes read minds. They play this cat-and-mouse game it may or may not lead to smut 👀 I kind of had this idea by listening to "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys. Thank you so much <3

Hiiiii!!! I'm sorry this took so long to get to!!!! But thank you so much for sending it to me!! I hope you like it!!! 💚💚💚

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Thinking of You

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: swearing, mild yelling, mind reading, self esteem issues, NSFW, masturbation, mildly rough sex (nothing graphic), if I missed anything let me know!! 💚

Summary: Everytime you see Loki your thoughts run wild....unbeknownst to you, he can hear them too...

A/n- sorry this took so long!!! It's probably terrible, I'm a bit rusty......sorry!!!!! 💚💚

"No the other way." You urged into the coms, swiping between screens on the computer screen like a maniac trying to guide the team to where they needed to be. "Y/n, where is it!?" Tony yelled into his earpiece making you wince "there is no need to yell Stark" You heard Loki's smooth voice sound in your ear making you sigh "that's easy for you to say Rudolph, you aren't surrounded by agents." Tony said when you heard an explosion echo into you ear. "Do stop complaining Stark." Loki said when you heard a grunt sound through Loki's coms "you are becoming rather insufferable." He continued making you giggle "I swear laufeyson, when we get back..." Tony started when you heard Thor's booming voice join the conversation "would you two please desist with this nonsense!" Thor yelled making you jump.

"Yes, please silence yourself stark....now darling which way do we go?" Loki asked into his earpiece, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your spine "i...I...let me see" you said searching the map again "take your...umph...time darling, no rush." Loki purred into your ear as you heard a thud on his end. "Ok, everyone needs to get to Loki's location, that's where the serum is." You said pulling up everyone's position, "aaah, Right again I see." Loki laughed into his earpiece "shut up Loki." Thor bellowed into his coms "come now, jealousy does not suit you brother." Loki mocked making you laugh "something funny agent?" You heard Tony snark into the coms "no sir, sorry." You said looking down at your hands.

You listened as the team completed the mission, bickering the entire time. If you were honest you weren't sure how they didn't kill eachother everytime they went on a mission. "Alright, back to the jet everyone." Tony said. "I thank you for your assistance lady y/n." Loki purred into the earpiece making your cheeks heat up "y...you welcome Loki "Alright romeo let's go...shutting down coms, see you back at the tower." Tony said as the line went silent. You took a deep breath pulling your earpiece out when Nat walked over leaning on your desk "quite the sweet talker isn't he?" She asked making you giggle "well they do call him silvertongue." You said trying to not look at her "yeah, makes you wonder what else he can do with his tongue." She said as you stood up "Natasha!" You whisper yelled making her laugh "oh come on, we all know how you feel about him." She said as you grabbed a stack of files quickly turning "I don't know what your talking about." You said making your way to the filing cabinets.

"Y/n, why don't you just talk to him?" She asked following you "I do talk to him." You snapped hoping she would let it go "you know what I mean y/n." She scolded crossing her arms "because..." you sighed setting the files down "because there will never be a universe where he feels the same." You said opening the filing cabinet "you don't know that, the way he talks to you..." She started when you slammed the drawer shut "I'm not stupid nat, he's just being polite...letting his princely charm ooze out of him. I've seen I him do it at parties." You said closing your eyes "I'm not special, he doesn't like me and he never will...why would he?" You asked walking back towards your desk "um, your funny, smart, witty.." nat said continuing to follow you "plain, ordinary...boring." you huffed grabbing your bag "y/n seriously..." you cut her off lifting your hand "no, he doesn't know...he'll never know." You said walking towards the door, stopping in the doorway "I...I don't think I could handle that rejection." You said before walking out heading towards your apartment

You spent the next few days chained to your desk, stacks of mission reports to go through and file from the last mission. Looking up rubbing your eyes seeing you had worked past your lunch "I need a break." You sighed closing the file you were working on as you stood up. Grabbing your coffee mug you made your way to the break room and the espresso machine Tony had recently installed. After choosing what you wanted you leaned your head against the cabinet waiting for the machine to do its thing, praying it would hurry when what nat said the other day ran through your mind does everyone really know....am I that obvious? You thought when the loud beep pulled you from your thoughts. "Thank god." You breathed bringing the cup to your lips taking a small sip you closed your eyes feeling the caffeine touch your soul "mmmhhh." You moaned with a sigh.

"Now that is a sound I could get used to." A deep voice behind you said, your eyes shooting open as you turned seeing Loki leaning against the doorway his arms crossed, the buttons of his white shirt straining against his chest "l...loki w...what are you doing here?" You asked setting the cup down "oh, some nonsense of starks." He said pushing off the doorframe sliding his hands in the pockets of his tight black jeans "something about not completing my reports." He shrugged taking a step into the room "o..oh, um he didn't say anything to me." You said fidgeting with your fingers "well let's be honest, when have you known stark to be organized?" He asked making you laugh "so, naturally I came to you to see if there were any...discrepancies." He purred coming to stand in front of you, his cologne wafting between you making you sigh god he smells good you thought hearing loki laugh "do you like the cologne? I just purchased it." He asked smiling "oh...yeah! Your...rrr I mean it...it's good." You stuttered watching his smile widen

"well darling, if you wouldn't mind may I....come with you?" He asked, the baritone in his voice stirring something inside you I'll be coming later you thought remembering all the nights you touched yourself at the thought of his large hands roaming your body, his deep voice whispering how much he wanted you in your ear. You bit your lip seeing him raise an eyebrow at you "er...um sorry...what were you saying?" You asked wringing yours hands "Darling, i was asking if I could come and look at the reports." He said smiling again "oh! Right...yes absolutely!" You said shaking the impure thoughts from your head as you stepped around him and headed back towards your desk. You sat down, digging through the stack of files until you saw "Laufeyson" pulling it out "ah, here it is." You said freezing feeling a hand on your back "you forgot your coffee my dear." He purred setting your cup on the desk "oh, thank you Loki." You said feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Now, let's see shall we?" He asked, taking the file from you He sat it down on the desk in front of you, his one hand sliding to the back of your chair as he leaned his large lithe frame over you, feeling the heat from his chest against your arm. "Hmm..." he hummed flipping through the file page by page, his scent ingulphing you as your mind raced at his proximity to you, the way his forearms flexed with each page turn, your eyes tracing the veins running down to his... "I do not see any issue, do you darling?" He asked when you tilted your head up towards him, your nose almost touching his as he leaned closer "i...um...." your mind going blank as your eyes met his, you couldn't help stare into them. They always reminded you of a forest after a storm, the deep green and blue swirling in a maelstrom as powerful as the man they belonged to but at this closeness you could see specs of gold shining in them.

"Loki..." you whispered, your eyes shooting down to his lips they look so soft you thought when you felt him lean closer "y/n." He breathed when you looked back into his eyes "i..." you trailed off, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest "tell me darling." He whispered as he hovered over you his eyes never leaving yours "i..." you tried again, your mouth going dry feeling his finger tuck your hair behind your ear "hmm?" He hummed expectantly the tip of his nose touching yours "agent y/l/n." You heard from across the room making Loki shoot straight up as you jumped "a..agent hill, morning...er afternoon." You stuttered watching Maria walk in "and what do we owe the pleasure Loki?" She asked nearing your desk "oh, I was only ensuring my report was accurate, I would hate to make miss y/n's job harder then it is." He explained, freezing feeling his finger slowly trail up your arm. "Well im sure the agent has it under control Mr. Laufeyson." Hill said coming to stand on your other side "yes, she does. So I will take my leave...perhaps I will see you later agent." He purred as you looked up at him seeing him smile "o...ok, bye Loki." You smiled back as he bowed slightly before walking to the door.

You sat staring at the file Loki had been going through when you felt Hill nudge you "oh my God, what was that about?" She asked sitting on the edge of your desk, her stern demeanor vanishing "i...I don't know." You said looking up at her "well he looked like he was about to eat you." She laughed making you laugh with her "no, he just wanted to go through his report." You said setting it back on the pile "riiight, even though he's never had an issue with them before." She said crossing her arms. "I...well maybe he...umm." you stuttered trying to think of a reason "dude, just accept the man wanted to eat you like a cream filled donut." She said making you laugh "what!? No he doesn't!" You urged hearing her laugh "well apparently you didn't see the look on his face." She said hopping off the desk. "Look, all I'm saying is maybe he likes you too." She shrugged walking to the door "no he doesn't, he's just being nice." You said grabbing your cup "uh huh...whatever you say." She winked as she walked out.

You sat back sipping your coffee trying to process what had happened when you heard your name called, looking up seeing Tony "Hey kid, I just wanted to check and see how those are coming along." He said pointing at the reports "fury is down my throat about them." He laughed as you looked up at him "oh yeah, they're almost done." You said setting your cup down "oh, and Loki came by like you asked." You said grabbing his file "i didn't ask him to come by." Tony said crossing his arms "yes you did." You said looking back at him "no....I didn't." He argued making you sigh "you sent him down saying there was an issue with his reports." You argued back tossing the file down "I hate to break it to you, but I didn't send him down here, I haven't even talked to him in days." He said making your eyebrows furrow "just have them done by tonight ok?" Tony asked as you nodded looking back down at your desk. "If Tony didn't tell him to come down here.." your thoughts trailed off as you looked up at the clock seeing it was already almost three "shit.." you sighed pushing your thoughts aside grabbing the next file getting back to work.

It had been a couple weeks since your last interaction with Loki, but you couldn't get it out of your mind, it was beginning to drive you crazy. You were sat at your desk tapping your pen on a stack of files remembering the way his eyes stared into yours, how close he was to you, frowning remembering the lie he told you "Hey y/n, I need you to have Thor fix this." Maria said setting a piece of paper on your desk, seeing it was one of his mission reports "oh? What's wrong with it?" You asked picking it up "look at the description." She laughed as you looked down at that section seeing a simple "we won" written "I've told him that's not adequate but..." She sighed shaking her head. "Could you please have him actually write what happened?" She asked as you nodded "yeah, I just gotta find him." You said standing up "I believe he's in the training room, good luck." She smiled walking out. "Of course he is." You sighed walking towards the elevators.

You took a deep breath grabbing the handle of the door you pulled it open seeing Thor sparring with Steve as you walked in "Thor!" You yelled getting his attention seeing him smile at you as he walked over "Lady y/n, what can I do for you?" He asked setting his hammer down "you didn't fill out your report from the last mission." You said holding the paper out to him "you have to write a full description." You said holding your pen out to him "I do not see why, we won that's all that is important." He said grabbing the pen "just write something to make Hill happy." You laughed crossing your arms "very well, give me one moment." He said walking to the benches sitting down.

You looked out into the training room seeing Natasha on the treadmill, Steve had gone over to the punching bags, and then your eyes landed on Loki, dressed in black gym shorts that gave you full view of his muscular thighs, accompanied by a black tank top that was so tight you were surprised he could move, biting you lip watching as he sparred with Bucky. Your eyes traveled up seeing his long hair pulled back into a low bun, sweat making a few loose strands stick to his forehead as he pivoted and swayed, avoiding all of Bucky's attacks with the grace of a dancer. "Fuck...." you breathed, crossing your foot over the other clenching your thighs together trying to hide your arousal as bucky lunged at Loki when his large hand grabbed his throat, planting his foot behind bucky he threw him to the mat on his back kneeling next to him with his hand still on his throat god he could choke me anytime you thought biting your lip when Loki's eyes suddenly met yours making you jump.

His eyes didn't leave yours as he stood up, extending his hand to bucky pulling him up you watched his bicep flex, the veins in his arms bulging as Bucky got to his feet goood...I want trace them with my tongue you thought feeling your face heat up, arousal pooling in your stomach as your eyes met his again seeing a darkness in them you never had before "Lady y/n." Thor suddenly said next to you making you jump "apologies, I didn't mean to startle you." He said as you clutched your chest "no, it's ok." You said taking a deep breath "I have finished your report." He smiled holding out the paper "oh, thank you thor." You said quickly grabbing the paper "are you ok? You look a little flushed." He said as you ripped your pen out of his hand "yes! I'm fine." You said glancing over seeing Loki still watching you "i...I gotta go, see you later." You said quickly turning and walking towards the door, one last look back seeing Loki's eyes still on you making you shiver as you walked out.

You made your way back downstairs gripping the pen and paper in your hand, walking into Maria's office you slapped it on her desk "there." You said turning around "you ok? You seem...off." She said making you turn back to her "yeah! Totally fine!" You rushed out "I'm gonna call it a day, I'll see you tomorrow." You smiled before walking to your desk shutting everything off heading back upstairs to your apartment. Walking in you closed the door behind you leaning your back against it "Dammit Loki." You sighed closing your eyes, the friction of your clothing against your core making you moan "bath...a bath sounds good." You said rushing into the bathroom you turned the water on adding the bubbles as you pulled your clothes off before easing into the hot water.

You leaned back, closing your eyes you pictured the broody God, his eyes....his smile...."loki.." you whispered sliding your hand down your stomach, you gripped the side of the tub as your fingers slowly slid over your folds, biting your lip as you slowly moved your fingers down to your entrance dipping them inside you rocked your hand back and forth, imagining they were Loki's. "God...Loki..." you moaned moving your fingers faster, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach "mmm....haaaarder...." you breathed picturing Loki's eyes staring into yours, his hand wrapped around your throat "fuuuck..Loki." you cried out feeling orgasm wash over you, squeezing your thighs together you slowly slid your fingers out.

You took a deep breath still feeling unsatisfied "ugh, that usually works." You sighed sitting up rubbing your temples. You groaned, grabbing your body wash you cleaned yourself up before getting out of the tub, the ache still very present in your core. Looking up seeing it was almost ten "Maybe I'll make some tea." You said to yourself slipping on your sleep shorts and a bright green tank top pulling your hair back before opening your door and making your way down to the kitchen. You slowly walked in releasing a breath seeing it empty and dark "good, everyone must be busy." You said walking in grabbing the kettle filling it before setting it on the stove.

You opened the cabinet seeing all the coffee mugs on the top shelf "freaking giants" you mumbled lifting you knee onto the counter pulling yourself up freezing hearing someone clear their throat. You slowly leaned back, peeking out from behind the cabinet door seeing Loki standing next to the counter by the door, wearing the white shirt that would cause your death, his hand in his pocket as he tilted his head "h...hey Loki." You said smiling nervously "evening y/n, may I ask what it is your doing up there?" He asked when the kettle screamed. You cleared your throat watching him move it and turn the burner off. "Well, you see....I couldn't sleep so...tea." you laughed as he looked back over to you "and all the mugs are up there." You said pointing to the top of the cabinet "ah, I see." You heard him say as you reached up grabbing a cup.

You went to put your foot down on the floor when your other knee slipped causing you to drop the cup as you fell back off the counter when an arm wrapped around your middle pulling you backwards, you back hitting solid muscle looking to the side seeing Loki smiling down at you. "Your cup my lady." He said lifting his other hand you looked at it seeing your cup dangling from his finger "t..thank you." You stuttered lifting the cup from his finger. "You really must be more careful my dear." He purred when you felt his thumb sliding up and down by your rib, slowly moving up towards your breast "i...I should finish the tea." You said pulling away from him walking to the stove. Stop it y/n, he's just being nice you thought shaking your head when the cabinet door slammed making you jump, turning to see Loki's hand on it.

"Loki...are you ok?" You asked as he turned around "no y/n, I'm afraid I'm not." He said taking a step towards you. "I...I can get bruce...or thor?" You asked stepping back as he came closer "I'm afraid neither of them can assist me." He growled continuing his advance as you walked backwards through the kitchen, loki right on top of you "um..well I could.." you trailed as your back hit the table "these games have exhausted me y/n." He said coming to stand in front of you his chest inches from yours "I don't know..." you started when he leaned forward planting his palms on either side of you caging you in "do not lie to me y/n," He said sternly making you shiver "l..loki i..." you sighed looking down fidgeting with your hands when he leaned forward freezing feeling his breath on your ear.

"I love your eyes as well." He whispered making your head jerk back looking at him "i...you..." you stuttered as the realization hit you "yes dear, there are times i can read your thoughts." He said as your eyes widened "h...how much is sometimes?" You panicked seeing him smile "well, it comes and goes, but depending on how...hard your thinking they make it through." He purred as you looked down, embarrassment flooding through you "y/n look at me...please." He whispered as you took a deep breath "Loki i..." you were cut off by his lips gently touching yours before he quickly pulled back checking gauging your reaction as you stood speechless. You must have taken too long to respond as panic flashed in his eyes as he slowly stood up "i...I have over stepped, I apologize." He said taking a step back, the loss of contact kicking your brain into gear.

"Wait." You rushed out fisting the front of his shirt you pulled him back to you, rising up on your toes your lips crashed into his, your other hand sliding across his side to his back pulling him closer moaning feeling his tongue slide along your bottom lip, his hand cupping the back of your head as you parted your lips hearing him groan as his tongue slipped inside tangling with yours. God his lips are soft you thought when you felt his hands slide across your sides to your back moving down his palms cupping your ass squeezing making you moan into his mouth as he lifted you up setting you on the table. Stepping between your parted legs he pulled back slightly as he kissed along your jaw, tilting your head back feeling his lips wrap around your earlobe "l..loki..." you moaned when his hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you towards him groaning feeling his erection press against your thigh.

God, fuck me..please fuck me you thought screwing your eyes shut feeling his teeth nip at your pulse point "say it." He growled, the husky tone of his voice making you shiver "w..what." you breathed when he pulled back looking into you eyes, his hand gently gripping your chin "I want to hear you say it." He growled his jaw clenching as he watched you with an intensity that sent electricity up your spine "i..I want..." you stuttered seeing his eyes darken "yes..." he encouraged rubbing his thumb across your lips "i...want you Loki." You whispered seeing him smile as he leaned down to your ear "do you want me to fuck you y/n?" He breathed as you gripped the table screwing your eyes shut "y..yes...please." You said, opening your eyes meeting his "norns..." he whispered as he lunged forward his lips crashing onto to yours, his hand going to the back of your head as he guided you down onto your back.

Arching your back feeling the cold wood through your thin tank top "I need to feel you...now." loki growled against your lips as his other hand slid up your side to the bottom of your shirt "as much as I love seeing you in my colors..." he trailed off standing up his hand slipped out from under your head joining the other, hearing a loud rip you gasped feeling the cold air hit your bare skin, looking down seeing your shirt ripped in half "gorgeous." Loki purred placing a large hand on your stomach, his finger tips ghosting over your skin as he slowly slid it up to the valley of your breasts gently pushing you back down. "One more thing." He smiled when you heard another rip, feeling your shorts and panties pulled from you. "Norns....you truly are magnificent." He purred as he wrapped his hands around your thighs sliding you to the edge.

"Loki...." you moaned feeling his clothed cock press against your core "I know my dear, be patient for me." He groaned lifting his hand a green light swept down across him, shivering feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance "are you ready love?" He asked making you look up, his smile melting your insides as his thumbs rubbed small circles on your thighs "y..yes....please loki." You whined laying back stretching your arms above your head "mmm....we'll have to look into that." He growled as he leaned over, his large body hovering over yours as he pushed his hips forward, stretching you slowly as he entered you. "Gods your...mmm tight." He groaned, bucking his hips forward making you gasp as he bottomed out.

"Holy fuck." You cried out digging your nails into the table as he leaned further over you, his eyes meeting yours "are you ok dear? Do you wish to stop?" He asked, concern lacing his tone as you stared up at him "God no!" You rushed out wrapping your legs around his middle, a deep rumble coming from his chest as he laughed "loki?" You asked wrapping your fingers around the end of the table "move...now" you demanded shifting your hips "as you wish." He growled as he planted one large hand next to your head, the other gripping your hip as he slowly pulled out, leaving only the tip in before slowly pushing back in.

"H...holy...." you moaned as he set a steady pace, burying his cock further inside you then anyone ever had God, he's ruined me you thought when he suddenly snapped his hips hard against yours jolting you up the table "that was the idea my dear." He growled "my cock will be the only one that can satisfy you." He said gritting his teeth as he slammed into you "Loki!!" You cried out gripping the edge of the table "the only pleasure you will find is impaled upon me as I bury myself in your perfect cunt." He said, his fingers digging into your flesh as he set a brutal pace, the table shifting under his thrusts as he consumed you. "F...fuck! Loki...ahhh....i.....im...." you cried out as his tip hit that soft spot deep inside you "are you going to come my dear?" He groaned, sliding his hand under your shoulder pulling you to him as his pelvis hit yours "y...yes....God Loki!" You yelled feeling the familiar tingle in your abdomen.

"Come y/n...come on my cock." Loki gritted as he thrust hard into you as your orgasm slammed into you screaming his name as he continued his unforgiving pace "w..whose cunt is this?" He growled digging his fingers nails into your shoulder "y..yours..." you moaned feeling another building "who....n...norns...who do you belong to?" He moaned screwing his eyes shut as you squeezed your legs around him "y...you Loki...only you!" You cried out as he bottomed out, holding himself there you felt him release deep inside you triggering a second orgasm as he slumped on top of you laying his forehead on your shoulder, his warm breath fanning your skin as you let go of the table, a hand going to the back of his head running your fingers through his hair, freezing feeling him stiffen.

Why did i do that...I shouldn't have done that you thought as you pulled your hand away "y/n?" You heard Loki ask but your thoughts drowned him out i....I should go...this was probably a one time thing... "y/n look at me." Loki's voice rang out again as you tried to slip out from under him what am I going to cover up with....I need to get back to my.... "y/n!" Loki yelled making jump, your eyes shooting to his "apologies, I did not mean to yell but you were lost." He said as he grabbed your hand helping you sit up "now, let me make one thing perfectly clear." He said raising his hand again, the same green light traveling across your skin as your clothes reappeared "you...are mine now." He said leaning forward "you are not a one night stand, you never were...you deserve much more then that." He said as you looked down fidgeting with your fingers "you deserved to be treated as a queen, a goddess...my goddess." He said brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face

"so y/n, will you alow me to take you out?" He asked as you looked up at him "m...me? You want to date me?" You asked laughing but seeing Loki looking more serious then you ever had "I um...I'd like that Loki, very much." You said seeing him smile "how about we go to my chambers and you put on one of your midgaridian films and we can talk more hm?" He asked making you smile "that sounds nice." You said sliding off the table as he held his hand out, placing your hand in his He linked your fingers together as he guided you down the hallway to his room "loki, does that mean your my...boyfriend?" You asked as he smiled down at you opening his door "you may call me whatever you wish, as long as you are mine." He said as he waved you ahead of him "I'll always be yours....my king." You said walking through the doorway "mmm....now that will get you more then you bargained for." He growled following you "oh, I'm counting on it." You smiled closing the door behind him.

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Last Updated: 2023-12-31

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Jotun!Loki stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

❆ Ice Flower by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Jötunheim, home of the Frost Giants; where King Loki Laufeyson and his Queen Y/N Odinsdottir sit upon the throne and rule over the snowy realm. Together with their twin sons Áki and Váli, they live inside the royal palace."

❆ Snowflake￨Prt. II￨Prt. III by christinebloodwrittings • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Thor has to pay a visit to his bff the prince of Jötunheim, Jane tags along and… drags you with her…, little did you know who you were going to meet."

❆ Cold Hands by sinner-as-saint • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "...you've always hated the cocky, excessively flirty future King of Jotunheim. So when he shows up, as always, for one of Thor's parties on Asgard, the last thing you expected to do was hooking up with the arrogant Prince. "

❆ Fashion Changes by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki and you have been fighting the cold together for a while, but sometimes the outside whispers can get caught up in his head."

❆ Frosty Fancy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕

Summary: "Loki wasn’t sure what it was about her that made him want to spend more and more time in Asgard but he wanted to find out."

❆ Little Star￨Prt. II by dyns33 • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: {…}

❆ Lucky by fanficshiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "…"

❆ Now and Forever by christinebloodwrittings • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "After giving birth you're just not the same anymore, specially after Jötun twins. So you offer Loki a night without compromise."

❆ Prince and the Servant, the by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Jötunheim, after acquiring human servants from Midgard, falls in love with you, a Midgardian women. However, a prophecy…

❆ Worthy by christinebloodwrittings • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Being in love [isn't] easy, [especially] when your beloved lives and [rules] a frozen rock on another realm."

❆ After the After Party by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Pride and Joy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

❆ Protective by starks-hero • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Shivers by clandestineloki • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Size Queen by bakugousaysdie • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Sweet Little Thing by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Jötun!Loki... by starks-hero • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

❆ Dating Frost Giant Loki... by witchthewriter • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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A/N: My second fic in less than a month, I am proud of my achievement. I'll be honest, there were times when I thought this fic was turning into a big pile of disgusting garbage and almost gave up on it a couple of times. But alas, I persevered and I think sometimes I have to trust the process, or in my case the chaotic horny mess that is my brain. Again, English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes, please be patient and kind, I can only wish to improve. Please enjoy!! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: SMUT (Obviously). Soft!Loki, Sex pollen trope, oral, penetration…just your regular filthy smut fic with a hint of plot. Avengers IW never happened. Words: 6.8k.

When you started working at the Avengers compound you could never have guessed what your life there would be like. And indeed every day was a surprise. You were hired as part of the medical staff after Tony read your thesis about modern medicine applied to metahumans. From day one you have been part of Dr. Banner's team and you were over the moon. Your work consisted in finding new ways of healing wounds inflicted by non-conventional weapons on enhanced humans. It was a challenging job that kept you on your feet and you loved it. And being so close to the almighty heroes almost made you feel one as well. One could dream.

In the span of a month you met most of the Avengers. They were nice and always grateful of your assistance. Captain America was polite and stoic, trying to be helpful in any way he could. Peter Parker always stammered and fidgeted while you looked at his wounds, something you found endearing. Bucky Burnes flirted with everyone. The Falcon told terrible jokes that made you cry from laughter and Thor was so gallant in an old-fashion way that you almost felt as a maiden healing a White Knight.

And then there was Loki.

The first time you met the Asgardian prince you felt intimidated. Even though you already met the great earth protectors, Loki was something else.

He was tall. But that was not it. Thor was a big guy, for sure, but there was something about Loki that made you feel small. Maybe it was his gaze, cold and curious. Maybe how long and lean his limbs were. Maybe it was the asgardian outfit that made him look so regal. Maybe that voice, deep and seductive that made your knees quiver. Not that he talked much, he mostly kept to himself and never stayed in the lab much. Something about being a magical entity from another planet; he never got badly injured and was in and out without much fuss. And he really seemed to dislike you in some way, because when you tried to patch his wounds he always looked bothered. When you tried to get a closer look to one of his cuts, he always backed up uncomfortable. You tried to make conversation, to make things less awkward, but he merely responded with monosyllables and walked away as fast as he could.

He was a creature of mystery and he certainly intrigued you. You made your utmost effort to make Loki open a little bit. But he was incredibly guarded.

So when you arrived first thing in the morning to the medical floor and found Loki there, to say you were shocked was the understatement of the century. He was leaning against one of the shelves, hands in his pockets and tapping his feet as if he was growing impatient. When he looked up and found you there, you saw something even more shocking.

He smiled at you.

-Hello- You said tentatively, as if you weren't sure he was standing there, in the middle of the lab. More specifically, in your side of the lab. -Hello… Dr y/n l/n Right? - He bowed his head almost imperceptibly as he kept smiling at you. A small, soft smile that you'd have never expected coming from him.

-Call me y/n, please. Besides, it's not like we are strangers. - You were sure to see a slight hint of a blush on his cheeks before turning away from you, looking at some of the papers you had on your desk. -Yes, well… we were never properly introduced and it never seemed like the right moment when you were working. - He fidgeted with the documents and tossed them back against the cold surface of your desk.

-Well then, nice to meet you again Loki. - You realized that it was your first time adressing him in a first name basis. He turned around and looked at you lost for words, but he regained his composure in a blink of an eye.

-Bruce was talking the other day on the jet about some of your research, about new methods of healing metahumans. I thought then that I could be of assistance.

This was by far the first time you've heard Loki talk that much to anyone. He usually looked at you in what seemed annoyance. So now you were lost for a moment in what was happening. The God of Mischief talking to you? Offering help? Were you high on something?.

You looked at the cup of coffee in your hand, as it contained all those answers, then back at him in what you were sure was the most skeptical glare you've ever given to anyone. Ever. Loki's little smile faded and he tilted his head, as if he was trying to convey that it was your turn to talk. After a silence that lasted two seconds too long you snapped out of your musings.

-Em… Sure. How exactly? - You walked towards him and again, you felt a little out of place. At your own lab. What was about his presence that was so menacing and enticing at the same time?.

-While Thor trained with my father, I spent most of the time learning from my mother. Magic, enchantments… but also different ways of healing different ailments. Botany, herbalism, potions… You name it, I've studied it. I think I could make myself useful to you.- There was pride in his tone, boast… But also joy and endearment in that memory.

-Why are you offering your help? -That might have sounded a bit severe because that little smile that you were starting to like, really like, disappeared from his features and he looked down, all that confidence he exuded evaporating in less than a second. -I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound harsh. Is just that your offer first thing in the morning was the last thing I expected for today. Or ever. -As he sensed humor in your voice he straightened up, a little less confident this time.

-My brother and I had a talk… he advised me to present myself to be more useful for the team. -That sounded very noble and you didn't notice any trace of sarcasm in his words. But you had the feeling that that was a half-truth at best. But he was offering thousands of years of otherworldly advice and who was the idiot to refuse that kind of knowledge?

Turns out you were the idiot. The biggest idiot in the galaxy.

Loki's help turned out to be extremely valuable. He really had knowledge not only about earth modern medicine or Asgard medicine, but all you could ever imagine and more. And he really seemed eager to be in the lab and help.

It started with some briefings about your research, and Loki was blithely filling some of the blanks. His explanations were educational and very entertaining. It totally re-shaped some of your theories and you were really grateful for all the input he was sharing with you. After a couple of days you told him that you had enough information and that you didn't want to waste more of his time, but he then had the brilliant idea of retrieving samples of medicinal plants and other biological material that could help from missions and some of his travels. And by the second week you found yourself in a unique routine with Loki: Early in the morning, most of the time a bit before your shift started, Loki was already in the lab next to your desk coffee in hand. How did he know how you liked your coffee you never dared to ask. At first you just had to repress your laugh because it was so funny to see the very important royal prince of Asgard in just casual attire and a lab coat. Or it would have been funny if he didn't look so cute in it.

The white coat really suited his tall frame. There were times were concentrating was a hard task in itself because, how dare he look so good? That would not matter if it wasn't for the fact that you just discovered that you had a thing for big, strong, elegant hands like the ones Loki brushed constantly against your arm every time he wanted to show you something. Or how he sometimes leaned in a little too close to say something to your ear and that voice, that accent made you almost purr.

All of this would definitely be funny, but it really, really wasn't. Because turns out the taciturn, arrogant and secretive prince you met weeks ago was a sweet, charming, a little bit too cocky and extremely attractive man you enjoyed way too much working with.

As the weeks went on the pattern continued: he would explain how the last mission went, some of the details you could need and then you two would spend most of the day examining samples under the microscope or running some simulations on the computer. Loki would always stay near, which was reasonable because you spend all this time sharing information and hypothesis. But sometimes you feared it was too near, especially after a long day where you would be tired and the temptation to lean in and get lost in how well he smelled was getting out of your control. By the end of the fourth week you were finishing your days with cold showers and it was starting to become embarrassing. You just wish Loki didn't notice anything.

Because boy you had it bad.

The next week started with the Avengers going to some remote location to fight a small army of very dangerous aliens. So you knew you'd spend the day alone and you felt relief, because any day now you were sure you'll combust at his mere presence and today at least you were going to be able to work unbothered. But on the other hand, you missed him because you really enjoyed his sense of humor, or how he looked at you, eyes full of wonder, as you tried to explain something you had realized that day.

Again, you had it really, really bad.

Good thing you loved your work and the high-tech lab Stark provided. You spent the day taking test after test, which usually kept your mind focused. Before you could finish the last one of the day it was already dark outside and you planned to end your shift soon.

As you were writing down the lasts results and making some notes, Thor stormed in the lab making you jump out of your chair. He seemed out of breath, something you deemed impossible for the God of Thunder, and before you could ask what he was doing there he was grabbing you by the shoulders telling you that Loki was extremely ill and in need of your assistance.

-Thor, calm down. What happened? - He was scaring you looking so worried, grasping at your lab coat a bit too hard. -Loki was explaining that he knew about a very exotic medicinal flower he insisted you could use for your research. We found a big field full of them and as he was about to grab some there was an explosion. -Oh God, is he ok? Is he bleeding?- Millions of scenarios flooded your mind as you felt a heaviness forming on your chest. -The explosion is not the issue. It nocked him out momentarily, but he was fine. The blast destroyed most of the flower field and there was pollen everywhere. Loki was covered head to toe and he seemed to react badly to it. -Thor you're scaring me. An allergic reaction? Is that it? I'm sure a strong asgardian god as your brother can overcome something that benign.- You exhaled in relief. Loki was alive. He only needed antihistamine, at most.

Or so you thought.

Thor insisted he needed your help and led you to the other wing on the medical floor. You were taken aback when you noticed Thor was leading you passed the main hall and took you to the isolation rooms, where quarantines were conducted. The rooms were all white, with one of the walls clear so you could see the inside without stepping in. There, you found Loki sitting on the bed as you've never seen him. Disheveled, his alabaster skin blushing red and looking damp. His always pristine asgardian suit was wrinkled and the top completely opened, showing his chest and abs glistening with sweat. He looked feverish and you started to worry as he looked at you and panic took over his features.

-Thor, what is she doing here!? - Was he mad? You came here to help. You were dragged here to help. -I was told you needed my help. That you had a terrible allergic reaction? - If looks could kill Thor would have been exterminated in a blast of fury. Loki stood up and walk across the room. He then hit his fist against the translucent wall, making you take a step back. Thanks for Stark and his technology that could stand the rage of an alien God. -I told you I didn't want her here. Get. Her. OUT. NOW.- Now you knew something was wrong. You've never seen Loki so angry. So out of his mind.

And so afraid.

-Ok. What is happening here. What is that no one is telling me?.- You were looking at the both of them. Thor was chewing his lower lip as he tried to prevent something coming out of his mouth and Loki looked like he was planning both of your murders. -The reaction Loki is having… in not a common allergic reaction.- Thor was whispering at you, as if Loki wasn't clearly able to hear the both of you. -Thor shut up.- Loki kept pacing the room like a predator in a cage.

-Loki she could help you, you know what could happen if you don't… -Thor sounded worried as he tried to appeal to his brother. Your head was spinning with their interaction and the hundreds of scenarios. Was Loki poisoned in some way? Was it a biological weapon in disguise that attacked him? -I'd rather die than get help FROM HER.- And that made your racing mind go blank.

All this time spending time together, falling for his smiles, his light touches and the way his musical voice asked for your advice… And now the only thing he seemed to want was to get rid of you, as if your presence caused him disgust. He kept avoiding your eyes and after that outburst, he walked back to the bed, sitting with his hands covering his face.

You started to walk out back to the hall, but you didn't get far before Thor caught up with you and grabbed your arm.

-He really needs your help y/n.- Thor implored you as you tried to walk pass him. -He doesn't think the same Thor, and his botanical knowledge is vast. I'll bring Dr. Banner and the technicians to run tests on him. I'm sure he'll be fine.- As you tried to walk away, Thor stood in your way. -I know what kind of plant Loki was looking at. Is a common flower in Asgard an Norns knows how it got here on earth. -You could have started there! We could draw some blood and try to synthesize an antidote or… -But from Thor expression you knew that something was amiss. -Thor, please. What are you not telling me? -The flower in question is called Pāravaśyam. In small doses, it helps increase blood flow, which helps in some healing processes. It also can help steady heart rate. But… -…But Loki didn't get a small dose. -No, he didn't. The dose he absorbed was extremely high, and the effects are dangerous if not taken the correct course.

-In that amount, what would happen to him?

-In big doses Pāravaśyam is used as an… how you call it here on earth… Viagra?

-Beg your pardon?- Sure you didn't hear him right. Besides Thor was so new to Earth sure he was confused. In no way he meant…

-Viagra? The blue pills that get manhoods engorged and full of lust for hours?- Ok. Wow. You had so many questions. First, how on earth did Thor know so much about Viagra? But second, and most importantly… All of this was because Loki was, for a lack of a better term… horny? -Are you telling me that Loki is… -Engorged and full of lust? Yes. -I don't know if asgardians know about this, but here on earth we do a thing called "masturbation". Maybe I should bring a book full of instructions for your brother.- You really tried your best not to laugh. But then you thought about Thor's fearful expression and Loki's reaction after he saw you. And by Thor's unamused reaction you knew there was something else. -Y/n I'm afraid that won't suffice. Some asgardians plants have some sort of magic in them, and Pāravaśyam is no exception. Sexual release might relieve the symptoms, but the only thing that can cure the… condition is to breed with a beloved person.

After that you went silent. Your head full of white noise. Thor looked at you as he expected some kind of reaction, but you didn't know what to think. You tried to push the images the word "breed" elicited to your mind. Loki was nice to you, he saw you as a colleague, as a lab partner. But did he care about you? In any sense that matter?

-Thor, Loki is only helping me with research.- Your voice was so small, like you were talking only to yourself. -You mortals can be as thick as a Kronan. Why do you think Loki asked to help you in the lab?- Thor looked exasperated now, like this conversation was taking a toll on him. -You asked him to. -Thor's chuckle was not completely humorless, but it didn't reach his eyes as his laugh usually did. -¿So that's what he told you huh?. Please y/n. Just go and try to talk to him. His condition will only get worse and it could be fatal. If it's not you, somebody has to help him.

"Help him". That's a way to put it.

With that, Thor walked away, leaving you with so many thoughts and so many questions. You looked back, and in what you perceived as slow motion you went back to Loki's room.

He was still sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees and head down his hands. You saw his shoulders twitch and you knew he was aware of your presence. But he kept his head down.

-I told you to leave.- Her voice was low and threatening, catching you off guard for a second. -Thor told me about the flower. About the pollen.- You started to close your distance, closing the space between you and the clear wall of Loki's room. -Thor doesn't know what he is talking about. -Well, he told me about your… your situation.

Thor words echoed in your head: "Engorged and full of lust". You closed your eyes as if it could erase the painfully explicit image that formed in your mind. Damn the God of Thunder.

Your hand instinctively reached to touch the wall, as if somewhat you could appease Loki through the thick crystal. Lokis hands gripped the mattress as if the gesture pained him.

-Please, don't come any closer. -He still didn't look up, and you could see now up close that his hands were trembling. -Loki I just want to help. Thor asked me to help you. - The palm of your hand touched the cold surface, and Loki finally looked at you.

His jaw clenched, forehead full of droplets of sweat. His shoulders were up to his ears and his knuckles white gripping the sheets with so much force it was a miracle they hadn't shredded. His pupils were almost completely blown out, barely showing the blue in his eyes. If you could decipher the way he looked at you it would be with hunger. So much hunger.

-I said, don't come any closer. I…I can feel you through the wall. Please y/n… leave. -Why did you offer to help me in the lab? - Loki blinked several times, taken aback by your question. Lips pressed together, it doesn't take long before his eyes dart to the floor again. He realized that you have talked to Thor, and norns only knew what he had told you. -I told you about that my knowledge… that I wanted… -Loki stammered, unable to read your expression because he could only think of one thing.

And is all the things he wants to do to you.

-Thor didn't ask you to, did he?. - Looking at him, seeing Thor's reaction earlier, remembering the first time you saw Loki in the lab… You knew in that moment that Loki's motivation to help you wasn't the selfless reasoning he gave you that first day. You just saw that so clearly now. -I wanted to help you.- His hands stopped grabbing the fabric to end again covering his face. And that bothered you so much because all you wanted was to see his reaction. To see what he was feeling.

To see him look at you with so much desire again.

-Why did you tell me that the first day? Why lie?. -You would have asked about my reasons. And lying was the preferable option. -Loki, what was the reason… -Because I wanted to spend time with you. Because every time I ended in your table examining my injuries, asking me questions all I could think about was how soft and small your hands were, and how good it would feel having them all over me. How sweet your voice sounded or how you always smelled like orange blossom and that drove me insane. So I offered you my help under false pretense. I thought spending time with you would alleviate my infatuation, but I was so wrong. The way you smiled when you explained some detail about your work, or how you bit your lip when you were frustrated. It was the most delicious, beautiful torture I've ever endured in my long life.- He looked up, his pained expression, making a knot in the pit of your stomach. -This is humiliating. This is not how you were supposed to find out. I wanted to ask you out, court you properly… and now… please y/n. Just leave.

And there you were, all this time thinking you were alone in your feelings. You felt elated to know Loki felt this way about you, but you knew that this confession, it was all wrong. He didn't want you to know about this. He felt exposed and vulnerable. He wasn't himself, he was under the influence of some cosmic toxin and he was suffering. And you didn't know how you could, or if you could. But you really wanted to offer some comfort.

So you walked towards the door, slowly turning the knob.

When you entered the room the first thing to hit you was the smell. It smelled like Loki: fresh peppermint, sweet spices and leather… but so much more intense. It was intoxicating. You felt the immediate need to press your thighs together, but you ignored it. Loki jumped out of the bed, walking backwards until his body was pressed against the furthest wall from you. He kept his hands in his back, as if he was afraid he could reach you from there. His breathing turned more elaborate and all you wanted was to end his misery.

-Y/n, please just… - He looks so concerned, so contrite.

Is he afraid of you… or for you?

You stepped closer, slowly. You knew what he needed. And your body ached to touch him, to hug him, to make him feel better. You feared that your intentions weren't selfless, you have been attracted to him for weeks and now he needed you, your body, and even though you saw him at the brink of hyperventilation, trying his best to remain in control… you just wanted him. You craved for him. Knowing that you were the only cure, for him to consume you, to satiate his lust for you was making your core ache.

-Please y/n, don't come any closer. I…I can smell your skin, I can almost taste it from here. I don't know what is going to happen if you touch me. I don't want to hurt you. I… -But his voice died in his throat as you cupped his cheek with your hand, your thumb feeling the soft skin under his eye. -You won't hurt me. Let me help you Loki.

Your voice was merely a whisper as you close the distance, pressing your chest against his. You felt his erection against your belly, his length pulsating against you even through all the layers of clothing. You stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his, barely touching them. You were waiting for his reaction, for him to push you away.

But in a swift movement your back was against the wall and Loki was pining your wrists above your head. Before you could wrap your head about what just happened his mouth was on yours kissing you hard, his tongue demanding and his teeth pulling your lower lip making you gasp. His mouth was divine, his tongue moving expertly like he could not get enough of your taste. Before you could catch your breath, his hand found the hem of your t-shirt. It rested flat against your stomach and stayed there, his fingers flexing slightly. His lips started a trail its way from your mouth to your ear. He then sucked, hard, against the skin below. His breath was hot and you could hear a lump in his throat, his voice struggling to come out.

-Y/N… tell me you are sure. Tell me you want this… because I'm afraid I won't be able to stop If I keep touching you like this.- His voice was so soft but so full with need it made your core clench, feeling empty and desperate. Even in his state he still cared about you, enough to make you feel safe. He still needed your consent. He needed to know you wanted this. Him.

That somehow made you dizzy with desire.

-Yes, Loki. Take me… please.

With that you kissed him again, relishing on how soft his lips were, on how good he tasted. His hands went up under your shirt grabbing your breast firmly, wasting no time in pulling down your bra and palming them until your nipples were hard. Your head was spinning feeling his body so pressed to yours, his touch everywhere and his mouth relentless. His lips travelled from your mouth to your neck, sucking and biting so hard that you were sure he was leaving all kinds of marks on your sensitive skin.

Once his mouth found the collar of your t-shirt, his hands ripped it in half in one swift movement, exposing the warm skin of your chest to the cold air of the room. He then buried his face against your breast, his tongue tasting your skin. You arched your back trying to feel more of him and he took the opportunity for his hands to find the hook of your bra and tearing it off. He started to lick long and slow strokes, first one breast and then the other over and over again. His tongue was adamant against your nipples, swirling and lapping every inch of you, making you roll your eyes back as pleasure invaded your senses. His hands descended to your waist, pinning you in place as you felt his body descend and falling to his knees.

Loki was on his knees, in front of you. That was a sight you'd treasure forever.

His hands were gripping your waist before his fingers found the button of your jeans. Without taking his eyes from you he undid your button and you heard the metallic clicking of the zipper. His mouth was on your navel, nibbling his way to your exposed hip bone while his hands tore off your trousers and the rest of your underwear, discarding them with the rest of your now destroyed outfit. You felt his gaze roaming all over your exposed body, taking you in, and you started to feel a little bit self-conscious, your hands instinctively trying to cover yourself before Loki stopped them.

-You are so fucking beautiful. - His eyes never left yours, his face so closed you could feel his breath against your belly button. -Your mind is full of toxins and I'm pretty sure your judgment is clouded.- How did you manage to speak a full sentence in that moment was a mystery, You guessed the logical part of your brain never slept. -I always thought you were stunning. So alluring and so sweet… And I always wondered if you tasted as sweet as you looked.

And without any warning his hands grabbed your hips and his mouth was on you. His lips parted your folds and his tongue started lapping fervently, flattened tasting everything in its path. You felt your knees quivering on the verge of giving up as your mouth fell open in a silent cry. Lucky for you Loki had superhuman strength and had you pinned to the wall keeping you at place. His tongue swirled rapidly around your clit and that feeling followed by the wet and obscene sounds he was making while eating you, were making your head spin and your hands grabbed his head for support. The moment his mouth started sucking, his tongued never leaving your clit, you felt the familiar knot forming inside you tensing fast. You were a panting mess, and every flick of Loki's expert tongue getting you closer to your release.

The moment his lips sucked hard on your swollen clit your body snapped, shaking uncontrollably, your orgasm so intense that you could only feel your core clenching, asking for more as the wave of pleasure travelled through your body like fire kissing your skin. And it lasted so long, too long, because Loki refused to stop his movements. Even when the sensation verged on overstimulation. Your mind went blank for one second, eyelids still full of fireworks when you felt your feet not touching the floor anymore, and your body being moved carefully.

You were still trying to steady your breathing when you felt your back touch something soft. When you opened your eyes you saw Loki, taking off his clothing harshly, almost ripping it off his skin before joining you in the bed. He positioned himself above you, his hands partying your legs, kneeling before you. That's when your eyes found his cock, big and dripping with precum. His head was dark pink and looked smooth to the touch. Your hand thought so too because it wasted no time in grabbing him and feeling it pulsate against your hand. The moan that escaped his throat was obscene and went directly to the apex of your thighs making you even more soaked.

Before you could move your hand so he'd make that sound again, he grabbed it and kissed your palm. You were almost sure you felt his smile against your skin before he lowered himself and kissed you, his lips devouring yours as you still tasted yourself on his tongue. You were giddy with lust, craving to feel his cock buried deep inside you. His tip found your wet lips and you whined, longing to feel more of him. He stopped kissing you and you felt his mouth descend to your shoulder, peppering kisses everywhere in its path. Your hands started to caress his back and that's when you noticed he was trembling. His whole body was shaking.

Loki was holding back.

-Loki… -You felt him tensing at the sound of your voice, his cock twitching against you. His face still hidden in your neck. -Tell me this is ok y/n. Please… tell me you want to be mine.- His voice was merely a whisper struggling to come out and your heart expanded almost bursting your chest. Even in his state, even after devouring you five minutes ago and giving you a Richter's scale 10 orgasm, he was pleading you, still needing to make sure you were ok.

You took his face between your hands and looked at him. His eyebrows were almost touching, knotted with worry and his eyes glistening. He was in agony, so close to you and yet not allowing himself to lose control.

-Y/n… please- His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.. You could hear him all day calling your name like that. But today was not that day. -Yes, Loki… I'm yours.

He positioned himself and started entering you, inch by inch, streaching you like you've never been before in an agonizing slow pace until he was buried inside you. You cried at the sensation, overwhelming and intense as he made you feel completely full. The pleasure was mixed with a little pain and you were gasping, trying to take everything he was giving you. His forehead was against your shoulder, as if he was trying to hide his pleasure from you. Both of you remained still, Loki trying really hard to give you time. By the way he was breathing you were sure he was at the brink of snapping and fucking you with his full force. Your cunt was gripping him hard and as the pain subsided your hips started moving of their own volition.

-Fuck y/n.. you are so tight… I can't…

With that he started moving. He proceeded to remove himself entirely to rapidly thrust inside you hard. At first his rhythm was languid, relishing on the raw sensation of his member teasing your narrow slit, entering you slowly making you whimper. But his need for you was getting more desperate, the overwhealming feeling of your naked form pressed against him, your hands gripping his shoulders, your moans filling his ears, it was all too much. And by the sounds he was making, and how he whispered your name like a prayer against your neck, you knew he needed release. Gripping your knees, he opened your legs completely wide and started pounding deeper, frantically, reaching a spot inside you that made your head spin. You felt the familiar coil in your lower belly building again fast. Your hips started rolling against his, looking for even more friction, to reach your release that was burning your nerves in the most exquisite and tortuous way. You felt his cock twitching and you knew he was close too.

-Y/n… I'm not gonna last, I need you to come now- He was struggling to talk, plunging into you with so much force you could hardly realize what he was telling you. One of his hands reached down, barely rubbing your clit, once, twice before making you scream his name. -Loki I'm coming, ImcommingImcommingImcommingImcomming… GOD!

Your back arched as you felt your body combust. Your core was clenching hard in your release, making Loki come hard, thrusting into you mercilessly prolonging your orgasm. You felt him spilling inside you while he kept moving in long strokes without slowing down. That brought another devastating wave of pleasure that ripped you apart. You felt all the nerves in your body going on overdrive. And then your brain was suddenly filled with white noise.

When you returned to earth the first thing you noticed was that Loki was heavy. Not that you were complaining, his weight covering you was something you found comforting. His forehead pressed against your collarbone, you noticed his breathing going back to normal. You felt lightheaded and in a weird state of bliss. Both of you were silent, recovering your breaths and you found yourself starting to worry. Now that he got the toxin out of his system, would he regret it? What if he thought you took advantage of his vulnerable situation? All the things he said before… was that the pollen? Was it him? Both?

-I can hear you thinking from here. - At some point between your musings he lifted his head so he could look at you. His eyes drifted to your mouth and his finger brushed the lower lip that you unconsciously were biting.

And then the silence crept again. He was looking for you, waiting for you to say something. Were you supposed to say something? What was supposed to be said in this situation? You've never had life or death poisonous flower induced sex before.

-Did I hurt you? - His eyes were darting across your features, as if he could fathom what were you feeling.

You shook your head, your voiced trapped in your throat. He looked at you, sadness covering his features and you started to panic.

-You regret it, is that it? - It was more an affirmation than a question, and you felt his body trying to move away from you. Now that you have discovered how amazing his body felt pressed to yours, how amazing he smelled even after all the sweating and… No. You were not having any of that.

So before he could move you wrapped your legs around his hips. A long sigh escaped his lips as his eyes were again on you.

-I don't regret it Loki… it's just… -He looked somewhat confused and hopeful while you searched for the right words. How he could look so adorable after fucking you senseless was a gift from the ancient Gods of Asgard, you were sure of it. -What? You didn't like it?

That took you by surprised and you supressed a laugh. "Like it" could not cover the mind-blowing ecstasy he had given you. You took a long breath, trying to gather your thoughts. He needed answers. You needed answers. And it was truly distracting how beautiful he looked, head against your chest with big blue puppy eyes.

-I think I was quite clear in showing how much I was enjoying myself-His chuckle vibrated through your chest and you smiled, because how dare he doubt anything after what he did to you. -So what is it then? -Well… lets say this is not how I pictured our first kiss to be like. Or the first time we slept together. Or our first anything really. If anyone this morning would have told me that by the end of the day I'll be having crazy-monkey-flower-induced sex with you in one of the isolation chambers I would have called security.

His whole body relaxed against you as he propped himself with his elbows, hovering over you, noses brushing and you could see his smile wide and with a hint of mischief.

-Oh, but you have pictured me seducing you? - It was impossible not to blush as he smirked at you playfully. -Erm…

You turned your head, unable to meet his gaze, feeling a rush of shyness. One thing was being fucked into oblivion to safe his life, and the other was to confess that you have been harboring feelings for him for weeks, daydreaming about his small smiles and light touches. He grabbed your chin making you face him again, his thumb brushing under your jaw.

-I imagined fucking you on your desk every day for the last two weeks. I was hoping to ask you on a date after we arrived from our mission. But then… -His thumb released your lower lip again from your teeth and you smiled at him.

So at the end you both were idiots falling for the other. For weeks.

-Was it as good as you imagined? - Your arms embraced him, a wide smile spreading across your face. It was weird how much you were enjoying this new intimacy. -So, so much better. - This time he kissed you gently, taking his time as his fingers brushed against your cheeks. -Would you allow me to court you properly?- You sighed blissfully. Who would have thought that the God of Mischief was so soft. -I'd love to. But I'm afraid that we can't keep working together. -Why is that? - His eyebrows almost touched his hairline as he looked at you confused. -Well…for starts, I could never concentrate working on my desk next to you ever again.

And with a big smile he kissed you again.

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[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, size kink (I mean, this man is literally 6’4🙄), tummy bulge, bit of overstim, cumplay if you squint

A/n: sorry for being inactive bubs, my sister got in a bad fight w/ her boyfriend and he left the country and took all their shared money savings with him, refusing to pick up his phone, and it was pretty fun to watch. Hope you enjoy this writing💖

Loki was stressed and tired. Tired of always having to maintain the image of calmness and prudence suitable for a member of a royal family. Of his father always underestimating him, instead preferring the older of his two sons. Of said older son aka his brother Thor, overly confident in himself and his abilities which always leaded to him getting into big troubles, at the same time throwing tantrums at every smallest inconvenience

All he needed was some stress relief and you happened to be more than willing to help him out. That’s how you ended up huddled on his huge bed, body rocking with every brutal thrust of his hips, dick plunged deeply inside of your quivering heat, writhing orgasm after orgasm from your shuddering body

You’re laying on your back with Loki settled comfortably in between your opened wide legs, strong hands firmly pinning you down to the mattress, keeping you in one place. Your skin is shiny with sweat, you can feel Loki’s cum drying on your thighs and chest, bringing a slight shriveling feeling but you couldn’t care less. You run your fingers up his sides lovingly, caressing his soft skin with light touches. Your hands come up to man’s shoulders, resting there, digits play with his silky black hair

- Keep your hands up, - Loki rasps breathily in between deep thrusts, forcing his huge cock inside your squelching pussy, slipping out until only the tip is left inside and then slamming his whole length back in. His grip on your hips is firm, long pale fingers dig into the plushy skin, surely leaving dark marks in their wake

- But I wanna touch you, - you whine weakly, lips jutting out into a little pout as you look pleadingly at your lover

Ferocious rutting of Loki’s hips comes to a halt; tall man crouches over, his face is hovering right above yours intimidatingly, noses almost touching as his dark obsidian eyes glare into yours coldly, his long silky hair frames his thin features, stray locks fall down onto your cheeks and neck, tickling sensitive skin there

- I said keep your hands up, - Loki says quietly, putting heavy emphasis on each word. His voice is low and husky, sternness of his tone almost makes you shrink as long-haired man keeps staring down at you admonishingly, daring you to defy his order

You swallow heavily, doing as you’re being told, putting your hands off your lover’s broad shoulders, obediently resting them on a mattress right above your head. Loki hums in approval, resuming the jutting of his hips, plunging his dick in and out of the snug sheath of your cunny. Delicious drag of his throbbing shaft against your velvety walls makes your back arch up in pleasure, eyes flutter closed at the strong sensation

- Good girl, - black-haired murmurs sweetly, thin lips curl into a mischievous smirk and the quick change of his demeanor makes you mind go fizzy, the bottom of your stomach tingles slightly at the praise

He hooks his hands under your bent knees, yanking you towards himself what causes his dick to nudge deeper into your sopping cunt; thick cockhead hits your cervix just right, stretching you out to your limit. You let out a wail of pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull

- Fuck, doll, just look at that. You’re so small, barely fit me in. I can see my cock moving inside that pretty pussy of yours, - Loki murmurs softly, airy chuckle leaves his throat. His right hand lets go of your hip, resting on your belly instead, slim fingers trail abstruse patterns on the silky skin, causing goosebumps to break out

You rise your head a little, peering down at where your bodies connect and you finally understand what he is talking about. On your lower stomach, right beneath your navel, there is a distinguishable swelling forming every time Loki ferociously slams his cock in your drooling pussy, his fingers tracing the outline of his dick in your tummy. He notices your intense gaze and buries himself inside you to the hilt, stilling his thrusts and staying motionlessly, allowing you to have a better look at what is going on

You mewl thickly when Loki presses his thumb especially hard against the bulge, your head falls back onto the plushy mattresses and man resumes his movements, slanting his hips into yours deliciously, balls hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that rock the air of the chambers along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as Loki’s dick drags along every sweet spot inside of your pulsing walls; the hand that was previously massaging your tummy slides a bit lower, deft fingers rub and toy with your swollen clit, making you thrash in heavy pleasure underneath himself. You grip on the sheets above your head, still not daring to move your hands from their position, thighs wrap around man’s lean torso, seeking some kind of support

Your stomach tightens as you get nearer and nearer to your release and finally, the dam within you breaks, flooding your whole being with a mind-blowing pleasure. It feels like pure electricity surges through your body and your tired muscles shudder violently, making Loki guffaw in excitement, planting light smack to your left thigh

The sight of you falling apart on his dick along with the hectic clutching of your walls pushes Loki closer to the edge; he keeps pummeling your squelching hole, chasing his own release, overstimulating your sensitive body with wide meaty thrusts, making you tremble underneath his bulky form. He pulls out, finishing himself in a few final strokes, releasing his perky cum all over your pubic and quivering pussy with a low groan

Loki swipes the head of his cock over your puffy glistening folds, smearing and smudging his cum all over them, making you jolt harshly at the contact with the overly sensitive nub of your clit, mean chuckle tumbles through his chest at your pathetic cry, your thighs tremble uncontrollably on each side of his body

He leans down, connecting his lips with yours in a lazy wet kiss, tongue slipping in your mouth easily, tangling with yours in a messy dance. You finally decide to move your hands from their position, resting them on top of Loki’s nape, drawing him in even closer to which he happily complies, almost laying on top of you

He breaks your kiss, a shiny string of your shared saliva connecting your lips. Your body sores from multiple rounds of sex and Loki runs his warm hands down your sides, resting them on the concavity of your waist, fingers softly rub your skin there. Black-haired peers into your eyes lovingly, mischievous smile tugs the corners of his lips upwards and he rasps breathily agains your lips, his words bring blush to your face:

- C’mon sweets, one more time. I know you can give it to me🤍

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[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 8

THaTH Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki and Violet reunite. Violet gives birth. A/N: I wanna give a big thanks to @michelleleewise and @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA readers and for helping me along with my unhinged ideas. Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 1.8K Tags/Warnings: Pregnancy. Early labor. Pain. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The pain was blinding. Your vision was fading around the edges as you tried to focus on something, anything that might relieve the pressure taking over your lower body.  It was as if God himself wrapped his hand around your pelvis and back and squeezed. It came in full force, and He was not giving you any mercy.

You were taken to a brightly lit room. There were many people in black orderly uniforms standing alongside the walls, ready and willing to be of service. Two of them tended to you and took you away from Thor’s embrace. Hands were flying everywhere as they stripped you and placed you in a lightweight silk shift.

“Loki? Where’s Loki?” you cried out.

“Thor, fetch your brother,” Frigga whispered.

“But Father would never allow that,” he answered.

“I’ll deal with your father. You get Loki here any way you can. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother.” Thor nodded as he ran out of the room.

“It’s too early. It’s too early,” you kept repeating to Bruce who was holding onto your hand.

“Vee, it’s gonna be ok.” Bruce squeezed your hand, and rubbed your shoulders, comforting you the only way he knew.

“Why…how, Bruce? It’s too early. Please…” you cried. “My baby.”

“I…I don’t know, Vee. But right now, let’s focus on getting that baby out.” He nodded, his nerves betraying him. “I’m sorry I’m not Loki. But I’ll be here for as long as you need me, ok?” You nodded as you breathed through your mouth.

In. Out. In. Out. The occasional screams of agony tear from your lungs as you try to wrap your head around what’s happening.

“Lady Violet, my name is Gilda. I’ll be your midwife today.” The woman said to you gently. You nodded at her while keeping Bruce right by your side. “We have set up the healer’s bath as a birthing pool for you, milady. The soul forge on top would be able to help us assess the baby and help you along. All right?” You nodded and agreed. “Ok let’s get you in.” Gilda went to your opposite side and helped walk you along to the bath.

“Do Asgardians normally give water births?” you asked, your curiosity winning over your wincing pain.

“Some do, milady. However, it is the preferred method of the Jotunns. And since…” Gilda looked up at you, contrite. “I apologize for being so bold, milady.”

“That’s all right. Since the baby is half Jotunn, you thought it would be significant to honor this method. I appreciate the fore…aaaahhhhhgggg…the forethought,” you screamed.

“Your contractions are getting closer together. Let’s get the soul forge over you and we can begin.”

“No! Wait! Loki. I need Loki. Please,” you begged.

“There isn’t much time, milady.”

Thor ran down the corridor. Beings of all shapes and sizes hollered and screamed at the sight of the god of thunder. Some were loud and angry for being put in there by the prince himself.

Thor descended one more flight of stairs until he found the one Loki was in privately. His cell was bright and furnished. A contrast to the dark and desperate appearance of Loki wallowing in the corner of the cell.

“Loki…” Thor huffed.

“You’re a tad too late, brother. The sentencing was done hours ago. It was stupendous!” Loki’s crooked smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Loki!”

“I believe, Father tried to sell tickets…”

“LOKI! Will you shut your insufferable mouth for just one moment?!” Thor yelled and suddenly looked around to see if there were any guards in sight. Thor placed his hands on the lock by the door and the electric borders fell.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked confused. He got up, ready to run, not wanting to waste any time.

“I arrived with Bruce and Violet moments ago.”

“Violet is here?!” Loki asked shocked.

“Yes. She is in labor. Come I’ll fill you in on the way.”

“Where? What room?”

“Healer’s temple. The baths.” Thor said only seconds before Loki grabbed his arm and transported both of them into the hallway of the temple. Thor looked around to orient himself and pointed at the door to his left.

Loki didn’t waste any time as he opened the door and searched the vast room for you. Healers and dignitaries crowded around to bear witness to the birth of the next royal line. He heard you first before he saw you. Your screams of pain were loud and heartrending. “Darling.” He said pushing through the crowd. Running over to you. Reaching for you.

“Loki? Loki!” You held your hand out reaching for him too. And as you both crossed your fingers together and finally held each other, a sense of peace entered your body, making you lose your breath and hitch. He was here and he felt like home. Memories of those long nights sneaking behind the compound where his hands, the same hands that caressed your cheek and held your face, were now finally holding you.

Tears fell down your face as you held on to him tighter. You were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. And you didn’t think you could handle that right now. “My beautiful Violet. I’m here. I’m here,” he whispered, leaning over you and kissing your forehead.  Loki started looking around. “Who the hell are all these people? Did you want them here?”

“I…I don’t know. I just thought…they needed to be here…” you answered.

“Everybody out!” Loki screamed as he pointed to the door.

“All right, you heard him! Anybody who is not necessary, out!” Thor yelled, ushering other bystanders and chambermaids. Frigga hugged both you and Loki tightly before leaving the room. Thor clapped his brother on the shoulder for support and followed his mother out.

“Loki. I watched her as best I could.” Bruce came up to him.

He shook Bruce’s hand, “I am grateful to you, my friend. I can never thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me…and my family.” Loki said holding you tighter. Bruce gave you a small kiss on the cheek as he said goodbye too and left the room. The only people who were left were Gilda and two other nursemaids.

Loki stripped bare down to his tunic. “Are you ready, my heart?” He asked as he picked you up and carried you over to the large tub. You shook your head as more tears fell from your face. You held on to your stomach as he lowered you down into the warm water. You were submerged up to your chest in the shallow tub. The shimmering fabric of your tunic floated around you like a halo making you look ethereal.

Loki stepped in shortly after you, making you pause. He pulled you gently in front of him as he sat behind you and cradled you in between his legs.

“I’m never letting you go again.” He said adamantly in your ear. You relaxed into Loki, his strong hands cradling your hips. His lean frame protecting you, lifting you up and supporting you, reminding you that you didn’t have to do this alone.

“I’m sorry, Loki,” you started to cry. “I’m so sorry.” You repeated the words in between your screams. Over and over. Loki shushed you wiping your tears, a useless endeavor with his wet hands.

Gilda stood at the foot of the tub as the two maidens placed the soul forge above you. She took one look at it and was about to say something, but you had screamed at the top of your lungs. You grabbed Loki’s knees and squeezed. Your fingernails digging into his skin.

“Ok, milady. Push.” Gilda ordered, kneeling down and reaching into the water.

“I’ve got you, Violet,” Loki said into your ear. You nodded, answering his devotion as you screamed out some more. Your head rolled back as he wiped the sweat off your brows. “You’re doing great, my love.”

After what seemed like hours of pushing, and breathing, you felt momentary relief. You felt your life, all the love and knowledge you had acquired since your birth, pushed out of your body. Your breathing came in easier but was still ragged. You sobbed when you saw Gilda pull your babe from the waters and heard the first cries of your newborn child.

Loki held onto your face, kissing you endlessly, sighing soft praises to you. “You did it, my love. You did it. You are radiant, mother goddess.”

You cried, extending your arms out to hold your baby. Gilda handed it to one of the maidens. “Tressa, place this mirakel in one of the smaller soul forges.” Gilda turned to you, seeing your look of anger and disappointment. “Not yet, milady. You still have one more to deliver.”

“One more?!” both you and Loki yelled out instantaneously. As if it were being summoned, you felt another contraction. Gilda pointed to the soul forge atop of you. “I was going to mention it, but there was no time.” You both looked up, and the quantum field generator showed you an image of another small baby, still inside your body.

“Are you ready to push again?” Gilda smiled.

You nodded, as you barred down and held onto Loki’s hands. His nose running alongside your face, whispering nothing but encouraging words to you. “My darling Violet,” he chuckled. “Always giving me more love back than I give you.” He kissed your temple. “Two miracles in one. I will forever be grateful.” With those beautiful words, you felt his love. You pushed one last time and the third love of your life was born.

You were so exhausted. So overwhelmed. Gilda took the baby and handed it to another maiden who wrapped them and placed them lovingly in the soul forge along with their sibling.

“I want to see them,” you cried.

“You will, milady. But let’s clean you up first.” Gilda instructed. In an instant, Loki picked you up and transferred you over to another tub. The clean waters ran over you and Loki as he joined you.

“Gilda, please tend to the babies. I will look after my wife.” He said in a low voice.

“As you wish your highness,” she said smiling. “Shall I inform her majesty, the Queen?”

“Yes, please. But no visitors at this time.”

“Yes, your highness.” Gilda left to tend to the babies, while one of the handmaidens delivered Loki’s announcement.

Loki’s voice was soothing and gentle as he washed your body. He took great care with you and healed what he could. “I’m afraid the rest will have to be looked at by Gilda or perhaps one of the other healers. Do you feel all right, darling?” he asked.

With fatigue creeping its way to you and the events of the last two days overwhelming you, you couldn’t help but give in to the tiredness. You nodded your head and closed your eyes.

“Sleep, then. I’ll watch over you. I’ll watch over our family.”

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[classickook]

how about forever? | loki odinson

pairing: loki odinson x asgardian!fem!reader

summary: when loki miraculously shows up after faking his death, you’re not too happy to see him. (takes place around ragnarok’s timeline.)

warnings: angst with fluff, some swearing, mentions of death

word count: 2.1k

a/n: why do i keep writing random oneshots instead of working on my main series lol 🙃 also this is my first loki fic so i hope it’s somewhat decent?

asgard had always been blessed with perfect weather: greenery all around and blue skies for miles, the golden landscapes reflecting the gilded sunlight’s rays in unlimited warmth and comfort; however, today seemed to be exceptionally more beautiful than usual. the flowers smelled a bit sweeter and the birds overhead flew by with increased vigor.

something was noticeably different in the air, but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

a slew of asgardians were gathered about the courtyard, enjoying a performance of sorts to celebrate the gods as food and drink were passed around, and joyous energy and laughter were shared. it was a good day, especially for you, and you were staring to feel happy for once in quite a long time.

that is, until the familiar green and gold garb of a certain god crept into your peripheral. your face felt hot as hurt and anger washed over you upon realizing that the view before you was not an illusion or a figment of your imagination.

“you lying piece of shit,” you seethed, shoving at his hard chest and feeling pleased that he stumbled back a step. “you had me thinking you were dead!”

“with all due respect, darling—” loki started but you quickly cut him off.

“don’t call me that,” you warned, poison dripping off your tongue. “is this a joke to you, oh, great god of mischief?“ you asked sarcastically.

silence fell upon the courtyard, including the performance up front that was now on pause, as you dug into odin’s infamous son with pure hatred and spite, like a predator feasting upon its kill.

you walked toward him with fire in your eyes, burning him with your stare. he stepped back as you approached, his hands raised in surrender, until you practically backed him into a corner. “how dare you,” you said through gritted teeth. “how dare you manipulate your abilities for some sick, twisted joke like this. as you can clearly see, i’m not laughing.”

“i know. i know,” he said as he carefully lowered his hands back down to his sides as if he were afraid you would lash out at him for moving. “and i’m sorry, i am. i know that’s not enough for what i did, but i can explain everything.”

“explain what? that this was another one of your little schemes to manipulate those around you? to have us mourn your death for nothing just so you could get a little kick out of deceiving all of asgard?” you scoffed. “you make me sick.”

“i know,” he repeated desperately, brows pinching together over his blue eyes that seemed almost vulnerable, glossy. “it was wrong of me and i realize that now. just let me expl—”

“no,” you said firmly, pointing an index finger into his chest. “you shut your mouth, laufeyson.”

he flinched slightly at your tone and the use of his true surname, the remaining ties to his hidden form always clinging to him no matter how hard he tried to bury that part of himself. you should’ve felt bad, you knew that, but you were far too angry with him to sympathize or be reasonable.

“i don’t want to hear it. just leave me alone—for good this time.” you turned on your heel and stormed off, leaving loki behind in a sea of silent and confused onlookers to stare after your retreating form. if you had glanced back for even a moment, you would have seen the shadow of sorrow and guilt that crossed the god’s features over his actions and how much they had hurt you. but you didn’t. it took everything in you to not turn around.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you made the trek back to your quarters, slamming the gilded door shut and dropping to your bed with a broken sigh. now in the privacy of your room, you could let the façade melt away to reveal the heartbroken girl that was hiding just beneath the surface.

you had missed him without a doubt, but he didn’t need to know that. the god of mischief didn’t need to become aware of your feelings for him and how distraught you were upon word of his death, going about your daily life afterwards with that pinching sorrow niggling in your chest no matter how hard you tried to tamp it down.

you loved him. foolish of you, really, to be drawn to someone so deceiving and untrustworthy, yet somehow you grew rather fond of him over the years. he always managed to make you laugh and his countless tricks between boring lessons were always the highlight of your day, but this—this was taking things too far. it was disgusting and unforgivable for him to lead you on like that just to fake his death in a display of his unmatched power.

all those months of sleeping in an old shirt of his until the scent of him was no longer present, cuddling against his pillow and hoping he would visit your dreams—anything for just a tiny, fleeting remembrance of him to get you through each day of your mourning period.

it turned out that all of those tears and moments locked away in your room were for nothing. you felt like such a fool; he had made you feel like this.

humiliation washed over you as your varying stages of grief settled in and you realized that, more than anything, you were just sad. angry at first, but now… it was like your heartbreak from before was repeating itself all over again, like you could never fully rid yourself of his memory or his impact on your life, whether dead or alive.

your head dropped into your hands as you cried over him for the nth time. god, how stupid could you possibly be? only you would fall for the god of mischief and grieve for him like a lovesick girl, all naive and juvenile with your feelings.

a small whimper passed your lips as you fell back on the bed, your head meeting the plush of your silk pillow and allowing the familiar comfort of it to soothe you.

you hugged your arms against yourself and closed your eyes, hoping that sleep would take you just for a little while, just a few peaceful moments of escape from this feeling that you just couldn’t move past, no matter how hard you tried.

as your tense limbs finally relaxed and sleep welcomed you in its blissful arms, you heard a faint knock sound against your door. it could only be one person, one god who you dreaded to see more than anything else. why couldn’t you have fallen asleep already? why couldn’t you avoid this confrontation with the man who stole your heart and died along with it.

the knock sounded again, a bit louder this time, and you rolled over in bed to stare at the wall with your back facing the door. “go away,” you said, hating how your voice cracked, drawing attention to your dismay as you wept in the privacy of your room. not so private now, it seemed.

“please, darling,” the voice asked quietly yet it traveled its way over to you as if the speaker was right by your ear. “please let me in.”

you bit your lip until the taste of iron flooded your mouth. you wanted to scream or cry or fling your pillow at his face, but instead, you offered a weak, “come in.”

the door clicked open followed by hesitant footsteps against the floorboards. you refused to face loki, choosing to remain facing the wall as the saltiness of your tears dried on your cheeks.

“may i sit?” he asked softly.

“…fine.”

the rustling of fabric met your ears as loki sat on top of the covers along the edge of your bed, keeping enough distance between your bodies to be considered appropriate. then, a gentle hand rested on your shoulder, his thumb stroking you through the thin material of your gown in soothing motions meant to offer some semblance of comfort. it only made you want to cry more. oh, how you had missed his touch; just being in his presence like this was enough to capture the breath from your lungs in a vice-like grip.

“do i really mean so little to you?” you asked suddenly.

his hand stilled. “what? no! no, of course not. darling, look at me please,” he requested as he coaxed you onto your back so he could see you fully. you complied and felt a sort of dread settle in your stomach at the way his face fell upon seeing your wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

“oh, y/n,” he breathed, brows knitted in genuine confusion and concern. “why would you think that?”

“because you left me. you had me to believe you were dead,” you replied quietly with a slight shrug. “where were you all this time and why didn’t you come back sooner?” your voice raised gradually as each question left your lips; exasperation over what he had done and desperation for some sort of answer evident in your tone.

“i know, i’m sorry. i know,” he repeated again and again, voice clogged with tears as his guilt multiplied, “and you have every right to be furious with me, but i’ll explain everything to you, i promise. there’s so much i need to tell you, and i will. i’m not going anywhere now. i’m not leaving you again.”

“you don’t even realize what that did to me, do you?”

his eyes squeezed shut and you noticed a tear sliding passed his closed lids, trickling down his pale cheek to collect along his sharp jawline. you hesitantly reached up to wipe it away with the pad of your thumb, deciding to stay there a moment longer as you gently cradled his chin in your palm. loki’s own hand raised to rest against yours, slender fingers intertwining as he tilted his head enough to press a soft kiss to your palm.

“i really am sorry,” he whispered, breath warm against your skin.

you sniffled lightly before retracting your hand from his grasp, ignoring the small noise of surprise that rose in his throat as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his waist in a lover’s embrace.

“i missed you,” you muttered into the familiar green and gold material of his clothing.

his head lowered to rest his cheek against your hair, pressing a soft kiss there as he held you close. “you have no idea how much i missed you, darling. i’m sorry i didn’t come back sooner. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, and i’m sorry you had to suffer on account of my actions.”

you nuzzled against him, allowing yourself to relax and release all of your anger and sorrow and rage as he held you. after all this time, you finally felt like you could breathe, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you could see the world clearly again.

“i’ll make it up to you, i swear it,” he whispered fiercely. “and even then, if you’re still furious with me, i’ll understand and i’ll leave you alone for good… like you wanted.”

you sat back and lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyes just as glossy as yours probably were. “i’ll let you explain, loki. i’ll give you that chance, but if you ever do something like that to me again, if you deceive me in any way, as the god of mischief or as loki odinson, i’m done. do you understand?”

he nodded quickly as if scolded, which he essentially was, and raised his hands to your cheeks, his palms cool against your heated skin. “i understand. i’m not betraying your trust ever again, you have my word.”

your lips twitched slightly as a small smile threatened to break through. “for now, though… could you just hold me for a while?”

his cheeks pulled up in a sweet smile, eyes crinkling at the corners in pure relief. this was his second chance and he wasn’t about to fuck it up. not with you, not this time.

“absolutely,” he replied, tugging you back against his chest and lowering the two of you onto the bed, his arm wrapped snuggly around your waist. “i’m here for as long as you want me.”

you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him that you had missed so much, the real thing in front of you rather than an old shirt or pillowcase. a genuine smile stretched across your lips at having him in your arms again, the reminder of your heartbreak temporarily shoved to the back of your mind as you relished in his presence.

“how about forever?” you asked.

you practically heard the smile in his voice as he answered, “sounds good to me, darling.”

[writings-of-my-own]

Haven't I given enough? - Loki x Reader

Summary: Losing Loki to the hands of the Mad Titan pushed you towards the Dark Arts. A tale of grief and loss but above all, a story about unmeasurable love and sacrifice. What will a broken heart do when granted some hope? How will you react to the possibility of finding him alive?

You always knew you would go first. It was natural, it was the order of things. An immortal god would outlive a feeble mortal. This is how it was supposed to be. How it should have been. Never in your darkest nights did you imagine being left without him. This feeling, this nauseating realization tore you apart. You couldn’t stand. You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything really for months after it happened. 

You could still see that moment so clearly, during the day when it would suddenly hit you while you would run an errand and you would have to hold on to the closest stool and remember how to breathe. But during the nights it was so much worse. It was like every dream would transport you back into that minute of terror. It felt like it lasted for a lifetime then but it was actually just a mere minute in which the Mad Titan got a hold of your lover’s throat, squeezing the life out of him right before your helpless form. The darkness of the night felt like a curse to you. The burden of your thoughts, the taste of the blame you took upon yourself, the lingering smell of his blood, they were all ghosts floating above your head, eating you alive. Before Loki, you were surviving. 

You never knew what living truly meant until he fell into your life. Like a drop in the ocean, he fitted perfectly. Loki rescued you from yourself and you broke through the most impenetrable of his walls to bring him back to light. And now you were crawling through life, while every moment seemed more gruelling than the one before. No lighthouse could guide you back home. Your home was long gone, it disappeared on that cursed spaceship on that damned night.

Thor used to call you sick when you would regularly throw up or suffer from migraines after hours of crying out your very soul. He might have been right, if being sick meant that you get shredded apart by your grief, only to be torn from the inside out harder each time you think that it might have lessened its grip on you. Then you were sick. 

You felt like you lost all sense of reality after he was gone. He was perfect, your Loki like you have dreamed him into existence. You were only loved in your thoughts, in the scenarios you were daydreaming about, in the books and movies that you inserted yourself into. And then there was Loki. And there was love. And after him, you were left in utter despair. 

Loki was patient above everything else. And in a way, you knew this was your greatest fear when it came to love, to be rushed, to be pressured because you were too late and because you were at fault for that, they said. But for him it did not matter, he was patient. He loved you from afar at first and then he loved you gently and in such a fragile way as if he was afraid you would break. As if he was fearful that he did not deserve you because of the nonsense the world was making him believe to be true. But each time he would withdraw his hand away from you after someone’s disgusted looks, you would pull him in even tighter than before. You would kiss him straight on the mouth, caress his cheek, and whisper words of love and adoration to his cruel mind.

It was frustrating really, how much you loved him. No words could do your feelings justice and you often felt like you were failing him by not being able to express how deeply dear he was to you. He was a stranger to these affections. A reassuring smile, a gentle touch, he imagined that the universe was mocking him with such goodness. He has been torn to pieces time and time again throughout his life. And whenever he managed to start building himself back up, that cruel fate of his found a way to kick him back to the ground again. So he was terrified when you showed up in his life. You were too good to be true, Loki thought. In the beginning, he would drag his eyes away from each of your smiles, berating himself for looking and for believing that they were directed at him. 

‘Stupid, worthless man, you truly believe you deserve this kindness?’ 

The barbaric voices of doubt were hissing at him, the words reverberating from every corner of his mind. One should understand though, he wanted it. He craved all of the love that you had to offer. Even then. Even after all the inhumanity that he suffered, the deepest pits of him yearned for a love so pure. When he was younger, Loki used to do a lot of people-watching. He saw how every person he ever knew was granted the luxury of love in one way or another. And he would scoff and criticise and berate them for falling for such a stupid trick. And then, in the loneliest hours of the night, he would send silent prayers to whatever deity there was that might have been listening, asking for the smallest fraction of what everyone else got. And when the day was particularly cruel, he would taste the saltiness of his tears on his lips and hug himself to sleep, chanting that one day it will be his turn. Aeons passed and his day never came. He started resenting love. The word disgusted him or so he wished and he swore that he would stay away from those intrusive thoughts that his heart would burden him with. 

Walls came up and the yearning for love was gone from the surface at least. 

Mortal and small as you were, you burst through his shields like a boisterous storm. Loki found himself yearning for your presence, lingering on a look or a small moment of approval from you like it was the very air filling his lungs. He hated it. He tried to chain his heart to the darkness with snide remarks or ruthless sarcasm but your firey nature only bit back at him and it enchanted his mind and soul even more than he would care to admit. But you were also so good. So very good and kind and loving that the shadows lurking and nagging in the corners of his mind would retract from how bright you shone sometimes and they would let him be. You would bring him moments of peace he has never deemed himself worthy of. 

Peace was a concept you completely forgot about, it was many moons ago that you had something similar to it and no matter how wrong it may sound, you didn’t crave it anymore. You wanted revenge. You wanted Thanos to pay and you wanted to see him suffer. For what he did to Loki. For what he did to Thor. For what he did to you. So you started planning, therefore you hid. 

You found a haven in your magic as it reminded you of him. You didn't plan to turn towards the Dark Arts, nor did you plan to spiral out of control at the rate you did. But you sought revenge, it was imprinting itself in your heartstrings and your blood. It controlled you. You became sick of rules or limitations, of notions as loose as right or wrong, villain or innocent. 

You obeyed these rules and held your morals in high regard. You did everything right. And yet, everything in your life is wrong. You couldn't help but wonder, if you would have had these powers when Thanos came for the Tesseract, would Loki still be alive? But Dark Magic always comes with a price. There are haunting voices in your head that taunt you, that chant gruesome thoughts for you to follow. And each time you give in to another spell, a black scaly layer of skin appears on our fingers. But you stopped minding it. You embraced the burning sensation of your newfound power and you promised yourself that you will find the Mad Titan and make him pay. 

The Avengers have been tracking him for years but to no avail. He seemed to have crawled into the deepest hole in the Universe. It looked like you would never avenge your beloved. Every part of you that you sacrificed in this mad pursuit of yours seemed to have gone in vain. Until one day. 

The door anything but flew from its hinges when Nat stormed into your quarters, informing you of a Stark ship returning with Bruce inside. He had been missing for a few months, crashing somewhere unknown and unreachable in his Hulk form. You figured he only recently managed to take control as Bruce, finding a way back home. Nat was livid, she couldn’t believe that they found him and she barely spoke three words to you, alerting you of the news before she took off towards the roof. 

You gathered your scattered pages of spells in a small pile and followed her where the ship was landing just as you set foot into the chilly air of November. Your hand was keeping your hair in place, as the wind from the propeller was hurtling chaotically around you. Thor, Steve and Tony appeared by your side in seconds and you took a step back towards them, letting Nat approach the metal doors that were separating her from her beloved. A spang of jealousy tugged at the darkest part of you, wishing that you could ever get this chance of ever reuniting with your missing soulmate. Only, unlike Bruce, Loki was not missing. He was gone. You shoved your selfish thoughts aside and watched your two friends embrace and whisper to one another until Bruce’s eyes settled on you. 

Like a match struck into his mind, he detached from Nat and wildly grasped your and Thor’s hand. If it were not for his iron grip, you would have completely dissolved into the hard cement. You had to shake your head lividly when you heard him and yet, you didn’t believe it. Bruce’s next affirmation sent you spiralling out of control and the logical part of you told you he might have gone insane.

"We have to go get Loki, fast. They have him. He is alive.”

No.

It couldn’t be. This was a trick. It was one of those venomous voices in your head that were playing with you again. You wriggled your hand out of Brue's grasp and you backed away, still shaking your head, like doing so could bring you back to the real world where no one was playing tricks on you. You used to be tormented by deceivingly beautiful dreams like this, where someone would bring Loki back to you or you would find him yourself, safe and sound. Then, no matter how the story went, just as you thought you reached him, he would be violently snatched away from your grasp and made to suffer unmentionable things in front of your helpless eyes.

Thor steadied you, your anchor and companion through all of this hurt, with a firm but trembling hand on your back, and that snapped you out of your impending, self-induced doom. You locked eyes with him and you saw it. Of course, the ever-optimistic God of Thunder would believe this. You wanted to, so badly. But each time your eyes would travel to Bruce, you expected a maniac grin from Thanos, laughing mockingly at you. It never came.

"Do not talk nonsense, Banner. My brother was subjected to the barbarity of the Titan. He is gone," Thor's voice grew raspier, his gaze accusatory to the words Bruce dumped on the two of you.

"Listen to me! He is on Sakaar, they found him on the remainings of the ship, heart barely beating."

Loki. Your Loki, you beloved, your salvation. Your chest was thundering, your blood was in your mouth. You clenched your hand onto Thor's forearm, allowing your entire quintessence a few seconds of solace. This was your dream of dreams, a wish you chanted to the Gods and deities for months until you gave up on faith. For a sparing moment, the whispers in your mind silenced themselves, the magic cursing through your veins felt warm and light. 

You were snatched out of your reverie only seconds after. Worry overtook your blood and you splurged thousands of questions Bruce's way. 

"Is he well? Why didn't he come with you? Why did you leave him there? Are you sure this is true?"

At the same time, Thor was voicing questions of his own.

"Who found him? Is he safe? How can we reach him?"

Bruce's gaze shifted to pure seriousness.

"I could not get him out of there. I need you two to listen to me and listen without letting your feelings get in the way," you felt as though that last remark was directed more at you than at Thor, who was holding his own as well as he could. Meanwhile, you were an indescribable mess.

A deep breath helped you gain some composure and you nodded at Bruce, urging him to go on.

"Sakaar is fraught with danger and deceit. Depravity lurks in every corner of the planet and you cannot get in or out without triggering numerous alarms. The ship that Thanos terrorized fell on Sakaar and guards gathered to inspect it in seconds. And they found Loki. Did you ever wonder why the ship was getting pulled into the opposite direction you two tried to stir it to?"

Bruce paused for a moment and you pondered upon that fact. Something strange happened to your ship that night after the Titan left. It started a free fall into what seemed like a dark abyss, like a force was pulling it violently and in the grief and desperation that was choking the two of you, Thor grabbed you and deserted it, barely making it out alive. You struggled against his grip then, wanting to join Loki, wanting to follow him into the darkest depths of the Universe, crying and screaming and begging Thor not to tear you away from his body.

"The people of Sakaar are magic syphons. When Thanos came, Loki's magic was at its peak, trying to protect Y/N. He threw a shield around you, a shield that took almost all of his will and power," you found a tear slip, as Bruce's gaze softened to meet yours again. You never knew that. That even in his final moments, he fought to guard you.

"You were passing their territory then and they sensed this immense leak of power. They tried to take it. The ship landed on Sakaar and they took Loki in. Only they realized that they were wrong. The power they sensed was stuck to you, it was your magic they were hunting, Y/N. I often heard them speak of it while I was in my cell, the guards went on and on about the magic of deceit, the one only you possess. But they sensed Loki's magic as well and saw two purposes in him. They made sure that he was back on his feet enough before they started to exploit him. They are syphoning his magic for themselves but they also keep him hoping that you will go for him, so they can imprison you and steal your powers for selfish, hungry reasons," Banner's tone was apologetic but firm while he spoke these horrors into existence, his gaze never leaving yours. 

"I heard ..." the scientist wanted to say something else then but he cut himself off, pitying you. He wanted to spare you the details of the torture Loki had to endure. The people of Sakaar were not merciful. 

Your life was at stake and Loki was well aware of that. He thought of you. No matter what they were doing to break him, draining him of his life and magic, he would close his eyes and go to you. You were the only thought keeping him from giving up alongside the hope that one day he would return to your arms. They would whip him and drown him, skin him or burn his body, inflicting magical illusions of you hurting. Still, he would close his eyes and search for you. As his body was giving up on him, he was not giving up on you. The mere idea of you was the only item in existence that kept him sane. The horrors would get worse with time, and his magic would get weaker but his devotion and love for you were imprinting themselves deeper into his DNA. 

One particular night could have given his location away if only you would have chosen to believe the agony that was now his reality. You were haunted by the ever-present terrors of the nighttime as they often came around. It was a hot night in June when you fell asleep after hours of crying. You prayed that the realm of dreams would take you away from what you had to call your reality but what you witnessed in your nightmare was infinitely worse. A crippling sensation was running down your spine as you found yourself in the corner of a suffocating, unlit dungeon. It was the first time you saw Loki in a dream other than that of his death. He was there, in the middle of the chamber, brought to his knees and in chains, heavy metal chains that were dangling from his wrists and his ankles. Three men -if you could call them that- with anomalous markings on their faces and small horns coming out of their skulls were circling him. 

You gasped forcefully, so loud that for a moment you slapped your hands over your mouth, scared that those horrifying creatures might have heard you. But the bizarre thing was that they didn't. You were a mere invisible spectator in this dream, not an actor as you often were. Loki's head was hung low, his hair matted with blood and falling over his face, shielding it from your view. You made a step towards him and called out his name. No reaction. Your hands were trembling terribly as you called to him again, making another step when you heard a raw voice speak.

"You know, I always wanted to test how much heat a Frost Giant could endure before they break," the tallest one spit out, as you finally saw the two burning iron blocks he was carrying in his gloved hands. The other two men advanced on Loki, ripping his dirty shirt off his back and the sight that greeted you made you sick with grief and despair. His entire back and torso were a reddening open wound. He had deep scars running from his neck, down his spine and disappearing under the hem of his pants. Much more scars that you remembered. They were gruesome and you found your eyes too weak to be able to look at them without wanting to scream. Blood was still dripping from some of them while others looked a few months old. The tissue around some wounds had no blisters. They were torturing him with heat. You felt like throwing up. And his chest, oh his chest. It was glowing blue and purple from the aggression it endured, wounds as large as fists growing darker and uglier.  

The monster holding the two iron bricks sent a nod towards his companion on the left. As on cue, he fisted the back of Loki's hair, raising his head, making his fatigued gaze meet that of the tallest one. It was the first time you saw Loki's face since you got here and it made you sob. 

"What have they done to you?" you whispered, placing a hand over your mouth. His eyes were lost in deepening violet bags, his lips dehydrated like he had not seen water in aeons. He looked worse than dead and you made a motion, trying to run towards him, wanting to cup his face and patch every wound you could cover with your hands but you found your body glued to the floor. No matter how hard you struggled, you were caged. 

You realized again that this was a dream. You took one last look into Loki's hollow eyes and urged yourself to wake up. You could not withstand this nightmare. 

Wake up, wake up. Please, wake up.

You kept on telling yourself, as the tall creature kicked Loki in the ribs with his boot. He groaned, but the sound was so devoid of intensity, he might as well have been dead. 

"Now, you will tell us what you know if you want me to stop."

"Go to Hell," Loki's voice came out so harshly, like even muttering these three words sent knives down his throat but his eyes were icy, hatred dripping out of them and he kept his head high, his expression regal and above all of them as he took on spitting at that monster's feet like he was spitting venom. 

"We are in Hell already," the horned beast laughed, slamming the two iron bricks on each side of Loki's chest forcefully. 

Just as they collided with his pale skin, a scream so hoarse and painful ripped right through Loki's throat. It was the worst sound you have ever heard in your life and you instantly fell to your knees, tarnishing in your invisible prison, screaming for them to stop. Loki roared in pain once more and you started crying, begging, pleading with the unhearing beasts to let go of him.

"Stop, I beg of you! Stop!"

Nothing seemed to work, as this infinite grief was stretching into eternity. Mocking both of your torment, the torturer pressed harder. You thought he might as well just have killed your beloved judging by the cries of pain that were ripping his chest cavity open.

"Loki!" You roared and at that exact moment, his eyes blew out wide open, staring straight into yours. And you woke up.

You found yourself screaming his name in your waking state as well, crying without an ounce of control. Ice-cold sweat was dripping down your face and back and you did not make it to the bathroom as you emptied the contents of your stomach right there on the floor next to your bed. You cursed your mind for conjuring such nightmares and ended up not sleeping for two days after that.

Planets away, Loki thought he was going insane after all this torture. He could have sworn that he saw you in that room, on your knees, crying out his name for a second. Just as his eyes bore into yours, you vanished. It could not have been anything but a cruel illusion. His mind was losing its edge and wake and he must be going insane, he thought. That sight of you, no matter how heartbreaking though, kept him alive for months. 

Neither one of you knew that during that moment, the Universe was merciful enough to bring you two together. Just for a second. You dismissed that vision as a nightmare and Loki thought it an illusion. You would soon find out that it was a clue all along.   

Bruce was responding to question after question coming from Thor, repeating the same information over and over and you got out of your clouded mind to cut them both off.

"We have no time to waste, I am leaving for Sakaar in an hour," your voice came out determined and harsh, snatching your hand away from Bruce but Tony got ahold of you in a millisecond, finally intervening.

"Did you listen to anything Banner said? Sakaar is a suicide mision. "

"And you want me to do what? Abandon Loki? I failed him enough as it is. Let go of me, Stark," a cold stare and a forceful pull were not enough to make Tony let go of you. Thor came between the two of you then, standing by your side.

"Tony is right to an extent. Sakaar might be a suicide mission, but more than anything it is a trap set out for you, Y/N. They want you. I will go. Alone, " Thor told you, his tone final as Tony sighed, exasperated and cut you off before you could protest again.

"You two are both dim right now. You cannot go alone Y/N, and neither can you, Point Break. You cannot do that because we are coming with you. If Sakaar is so hazardous, you will need a team."

You wanted to argue again. You were truly grateful for their help but you could not ask them to place themselves in danger for you. Steve spoke before you could voice your thoughts though.

"We want to do it and we will, Loki is an Avenger and we will bring him home."

You heard Bruce and Nat agree. Thor, on the other hand, was still hesitating.

"Y/N, my brother would kill me if he knew I deliberately took you to a planet that is actively hunting you down."

"And he would also kill you if he knew you were trying to stop me from doing what I wish."

It was true. No matter how dangerous a situation would be and no matter how protective Loki's nature tended to get with you, he would always let you choose for yourself. He would never force you into being anything other than yourself and Thor knew that.

You turned towards everyone else, then. 

"Suit up, get your deadliest weapons and meet me here if you want to join. We leave at sundown!" Your tone was stoic and final.  

Everyone ran inside to prepare and you took a moment to inhale a deep breath. Loki is alive. You could not believe it and yet it was true. Your only wish, the most impossible of dreams. For the first time in 11 months, it felt like your heart was beating. A hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your trance. Thor returned seconds after he left and he looked at you for one moment before he crushed you into a hug. You both started crying. You have not cried in a while, being too devoid to conjure any tears. 

"We will bring him home," Thor said between sniffles. You pulled back for a moment then, looking at him.

"You have to promise me something and you won't like it."

The God of Thunder was a resilient man, even after all the anguish he suffered. He was always doing the honourable thing and he loved his brother dearly. Though they were qualities you admired about him, you knew they represented a threat to the mission this time. 

Drying your cheeks with the back of your hand, you spoke your next words pleadingly.

"We go there to save Loki. That is our goal. No matter what happens, Loki comes home. And if it comes down to trading lives, you trade mine, you-"

"We will all come back home. Together." 

The prospect of losing either one of you was something Thor did not want to hear a word about. Yet, you pressed on. 

"You cannot know that. You heard Bruce. I want us to be prepared for anything. And Thor, I am prepared to sacrifice myself if it comes to that. But you know what someone else might do in case I am in danger. You know Loki would rather die than let me get hurt and I want you-, no, to Hell with that-, I need you to swear to me that if it comes to choosing, you choose him. No matter his pleas and threats and wishes. Loki goes home."

You could see the doubts fighting behind his eyes. He was a man too just to take such decisions. But you needed his word.

"Y/N, I cannot-"

"You can and you will. Loki goes home. Swear it to me on Odin's name."

He had no choice. He knew how deep your loyalty to Loki ran, it was pointless to argue with you about that, even without his help, you would do what you set your mind to when it came to his brother.

"Thor," your tone was pleading, with the edge of a warning.

"Fine. I swear Loki has priority."

"On Odin's name?"

"On Odin's name."

The two hours you had to prepare passed in the blink of an eye and there you were, boarding the Quinjet alongside Thor, Tony, Bruce, Nat, and Steve who were joined by Vision and Valkyrie, the two remaining Avengers in the compound who were not gone on missions. You felt immensely grateful to every one of them for their presence. The flight to Sakaar was about to last for a few hours. It was a solemn, silent one. People were cleaning and sharpening knives and weapons, putting on pieces of armour. 

The Asgardian armour that was adorning you was of a matte black, darker than the night itself. It was a gift from Loki after one of your almost-failed missions when you got severely injured. One snake on each of the shoulder blades was circling your forearm, it was a bewitching piece of work. 

You wanted to think some strategies through for you had time to spare. But the only thing that was going through your head was Loki. How you had failed him when you knew he would have saved you from the depths of Hell itself. So you stood in silence. For hours and hours on end, you stood feeling your power burn inside of your system, tarnishing your lungs and squeezing at your heart, making it shrink more and more. It was on you. This time it was all on you. You should have searched for him to the ends of the Nine Realms. 

Thor called your name softly, drawing your attention towards him. He took the empty seat next to you and you knew this was not something you would like by the already apologetic look in his eyes. 

“We know that the people on Sakaar can track you by your magic, therefore Tony came up with an idea that you might not be fond of. On Asgard, we have a certain artefact, much like snuffling cuffs that stop the one wearing them from performing any spells but they also make their magic untraceable.” 

Your eyes fell to his hands, finally noticing the two thick cuffs that he was holding sheepishly. He made a small pause, giving you the chance to protest. You didn’t. You were pondering this, he realized so he went on.

 “I have to put these on you and only I can take them off. I will do it as soon as it is needed, alright?”

 It was for Loki and everyone else’s safety and no matter how much you despised the idea, no matter how incapacitated it made you feel, you gave Thor a short nod. You were a great fighter as well, you had other skills to spare. 

“Fine, but the moment the fight starts, in the possibility they caught up, you uncuff me,” you said, giving Thor access to your wrists. 

What you did not consider was that these cuffs would nullify any drop of magic from your body. Even the illusions you cast on your decaying hands. Thor clasped the metal in place and retracted his hands in shock when the illusions dropped and your scaly fingers were on full display. You pulled your hands to yourself when the God tried to reach for them again. 

“Y/N, what is this?” His voice was barely above a whisper, barely audible to you. “You promised me you would not let this pursuit of yours alter who you are.” He sounded disappointed, and hurt like you knew he would. Thor suspected your inclinations long before anyone else could but you soothed his worries, vowing you had it all under control. You might have failed to keep that vow. 

“It is just an unimportant side effect, I am not hurt and I can hold my own. I did what I had to do.” 

“You did not have to compromise yourself, you could have come to me,” he shook his head incredulously. He failed you and he failed his brother. If Loki knew that he left you to your own self-sabotaging devices for this long, he would be furious. As if his skull was transparent to you, you could see all of these thoughts running through his mind and it made you realize just how much he was also hurting. You did not want to add to that in any way. “Thor, I promise you I am fine. I am still in control of my magic and I did not hurt anyone. You were there for me more than I could ask of you and you were in pain too. No one could blame you for anything.” 

Grasping his hand, he finally tore his eyes away from your fingers. He wanted to say something else when Steve’s voice came loudly for everyone to hear.

 “We touch down in 15 minutes, everyone. Thor, how do we go about our plan?” The God of Thunder stood tall in the middle of the spaceship then, clearing his throat. 

“Tony and Nat drop us near the location that Bruce pointed us to and we go into hiding the second we touch the ground. Y/N’s magic is masked, therefore we should be untraceable if all the attention stays on the Quinjet. You drive the sentinels away from us, far enough so we can get in, retrieve Loki and get out, but not so far that you won’t be able to be back on call. The team on the ground follows my orders, we reach the Arena and we break into the dungeons, making as little fuss as possible. Y/N’s cuffs come off only if necessary and only if we are found. We do not leave without my brother and we do not use any form of magic.” 

“Copy that,” Valkyrie nodded and everyone got into their assigned position. 

The plan seemed to run smoothly, no matter how much your palms were sweating and how hard you wanted to rip those cuffs off. You landed, went into the nearest tunnel and Bruce lead the way as Tony and Nat drew the threats away from all of you, bringing the chase to the sky. It all went well until you reached the Arena.

That whole arena was engulfed by silence, a silence so deafening that it made you want to scream. You had to be senseless not to realise that you had stepped into a trap. They wanted you there and you just walked through the gates and offered them what they wished for. But one should always be careful as a wish could become the most poisonous of nightmares. 

A nightmare in black armour - that is what you were to them. The darkness of your magic was boiling through your veins, the need for vengeance uncontained. 

"Let's split up and look for entrances, this monstrosity has tons of underground levels," Bruce said, kneeling to touch the ground and observe it. 

This place was making you uneasy but you were set on turning it upside down if there was a chance that Loki was kept here. The surface that you all had to cover was vast, filled with obstacles and unnatural roots coming out of the ground. You did not wait for anyone to direct you in a certain direction, you took it into your own hands to advance towards the largest gathering of roots and thorns, using your daggers to cut through them and see what this wall was guarding. 

You felt Thor's presence behind you before he managed to speak. He was following you around, trying to seem casual, when you knew that he was scared. For you, for Loki and because of you. You saw the way he looked at your charcoal-like hands now and then, how his gaze would flick from them to your tired eyes. 

"I am not going mad, Thor. Stop stressing," you insisted, your back turned to him while making your way through the walls of roots. 

Swinging his Asgardian steel sword, he tried to mask his intentions behind a chuckle.

"I am merely joining you, my lady. I did not suggest such a thing."

"Yet your eyes have been saying it for months." You huffed, partially because of the effort you were putting into cutting the roots with your weapons and your bare hands but also because of exasperation. It was going too slow, you were growing nervous and expectant therefore you placed the daggers back into their place and swung a wakandan spear into view.

"Whoa, where did you get that from?" Thor's eyes were wide, surprise reading all over his features as he took a step back. "Is that vibranium?" He approached you slowly, inspecting it with amazement written all over his features. 

"It was a gift from Wakanda, as a sign of gratitude from King T'Challa," you turned your back to your task at hand, finding it much easier this way.

"Oh, excuse me, my Lady. I forgot everyone likes you," Thor's tone came teasingly. You knew what he was doing, trying to ease your nerves and distract you from how much stress was washing over you in waves.

You swiftly turned on your heel to face him, taking the blonde God by surprise and having to duck from his sword that was about to cut through a thick plant.

"Lady Y/N, I could have killed you," he said, picking up the sword that he dropped out of shock.

"Come on, Thor, you couldn't get rid of me so easily," you started walking backwards, rolling your eyes jokingly at the God when you heard him shout at you and pull you towards him.

"Y/N, watch out!"

As you collided with his robust chest, you slowly turned to face two metal doors carved into the ground. You were on the verge of falling through them, had it not been for Thor's intervention. You both stared at the entry and then at one another, a mixture of relief and dread shared between you. 

You found it, found the entrance to the dungeons. As you knelt to touch the cold doors, Thor urged everyone in your direction. Your trembling, cuffed hand was hovering just above the middle of the opening, bracing yourself for what was coming next. Just as your fingers barely traced the outline of an inscription, Bruce's scream came tearing through you like daggers.

"Do not touch it!"

But it was too late. An explosion threw you into the air, far from the doors, making you fall on your back, loud alarms resonating off of every corner of the arena, scratching your brain, the dust rising around you clouding your vision. In an instant, the doors in the ground flew from their place as hundreds of silhouettes were emerging from behind them and from every corner you could spot, running towards you. Blurs of oddly coloured flesh were clouding your vision and the back of your head was pounding aggressively. A sort of urgency washed over you then so you shook your head a few times. You jumped to your feet, still dizzy, spear in hand and screamed for Thor.

"Come here and uncuff me. NOW!"  

It all happened so fast, the fight already raging around you. Steve was shouting instructions while taking down some odd-looking creatures and you had seconds until dozens of them were about to reach you. They were gruesome, horned beasts in semi-human form, with dark green, punctured skin and they looked so familiar. In the haze, you could not place them yet. You threw one look in Thor's direction and saw that he was stuck, fighting some battles of his own so you took your position, spear ready to tear through skin and bone and attacked. 

They kept coming, dozens of these monsters, lurching for you, stretching out their hideous hands to snatch you but you stood your ground, piercing their hearts, slashing their throats while looking around to find that entrance again. With a thud, Thor landed behind you, swung Mjolnir twice and took out every enemy for a one-mile radius. He quickly turned to face you, panting and releasing your hands from their magicless prison with a swish of his hand. The cuffs fell, causing a deaf sound to resonate around the space and in an instant, your veins were on fire. You placed your spear in its holder. You needed no weapon but yourself now. 

"You get him out when I give you the signal. Steve already knows, my magic knows no bounds to its harm," you sternly told Thor and took off, giving him no opportunity to protest.

Wide grins were plastered all over your foes' faces as you unleashed your power. If this makes them so happy, you thought, you were going to be kind enough and give them a small taste. 

You stared at the ground and solely by the expression on your face, one could easily tell that some devious idea flicked through your brain. The corners of your mouth turned upwards, into a grin that overtook all of your features and the moment you placed your hands on the dirty ground again, your eyes lifted. A deadly stare made the blood of each of your enemies freeze for a second, and then you mumbled an incantation and the ground shook itself to pieces. 

It was pure chaos. Holes in the ground were eating these beasts alive, closing over them, burying them into the cement and stone. It was horrifying. You met Thor's eyes for a brief second, and a small flash of terror adorned them but it was gone as fast as it came. Your path was clear now. 

"Go get him!" Thor shouted, holding some more creatures off, fighting back to back with Vision. Your eyes spotted the opening again and you sprinted towards it. A knife came for you from the side and Valkyrie screamed for you to duck, escaping it by millimetres. You were almost there. There were screams all around you but for a moment, everything stilled as you jumped into the opening in the ground, landing on a steel floor.

The hallway that greeted you was warm, dark and neverending. It was quiet, too quiet for your liking. You started running along the corridor, always keeping an eye out for anything that might hurt you from behind, taking your daggers out again, just for good measure. After a few minutes, you finally spotted a weak hue. It made you stop in your tracks. It was coming from under a thick set of metal doors and it was emerald. Loki's magic. He is here. He has to be. Something strange washed over you at that realization, something warm, almost sunny. It felt like your body could suddenly sense him and you were finally registering what all of this meant. He is alive, your love, your lifeline. And you felt scared. For the first time since you stepped on this sinful planet, you were frightened. What if you failed? What if your power was not enough? You would perish and suffer before you would let Loki die once more. He would hate it if you would ever voice such thoughts aloud because you knew he feels the same way. He was ready to meet his demise for you when Thanos came. You were prepared to do the same thing now. 

Placing your hands on the solid metal, you took a breath in then the doors forcibly flew out of place, hitting the walls and ringing when they met the floor. Your knees gave out when your vision adjusted to the darkness.

Loki.

“Oh my God,” your voice shook, the sound of your name whispered in disbelief falling from Loki’s lips just as you exclaimed. You were by his side in a second, throwing yourself on your knees, for he was chained and knelt to the cement, your eyes levelling his hollow ones now. 

“You found me,” he whispered, his eyes watering, his mouth hanging open as he could not believe the sight in front of him. You reached your hand out gingerly, towards his way too sharp cheekbone, tears already spilling from your eyes, silently. Your mouth was dry and you were so scared of touching him in case he was not really there. When your skin met his, he sighed and leaned into your palm. Made for him. You were specifically crafted for him, he thought. He was real. You could not register everything of how fast it was happening. The love of your life was resting on your scarred palm, cold as ever to the touch. After months of praying for this, you finally had him back. Loki opened his eyes again, registering your bewildered expression. 

“I am right here, darling,” he spoke, voice so hoarse it scratched your heart. 

“Oh, my love, I am so sorry,” you wrapped your arms around him in an instant once he spoke, snapping back to reality, trying to be as gentle as possible with his frail form. He leaned into you, still restrained and you distanced yourself from him for a moment, realizing his position.

 “Treasure of my heart, do not apologize for anything. Oh, how I’ve missed you,” he murmured, as your vibranium daggers cut his restraints. The moment he was released, he crawled on his knees, closer to you, pulling you back into his chest. He was shaking. 

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. No one is going to hurt you ever again.” Reassurances of all sorts were pouring past your lips for you were desperate to bring him any sense of comfort you could muster. And you meant it. You had him now and you would rather suffer pain like no other than ever let anyone touch a hair on his head. 

“You came,” he kept whispering in your hair and your heart was healing and breaking at the same time. “I love you so much, I never thought I’d see you again,” you cried out, your lips caressing the crown of his head as you spoke, cradling him into your arms. Your fingers were gently stroking his hair, as he held on to you with what seemed like all the power he had left. He looked so broken, so hauntingly empty and pale. You could feel his bones poking from under his skin as one of your hands was tracing his back, his ribs sticking out so much that you felt them pressed to your stomach as you were hugging him. But he was here, in your arms. Where he belonged. You let go of him and it took every ounce of will in your system to do so, his hands still on your waist, as yours pressed to his hollow cheeks again. That is when he saw them. Your hands. His whole face dropped and you swore you wanted to crawl into a hole in shame and just vanish.

 “My dear heart, what have you done?” He took your palms in his, bringing them closer to inspect your skin. You wanted to retract them, pulling yourself away a bit. He reinforced his grasp on you and finally looked into your eyes. You expected a couple of things. Terror, dismay, disgust. Nothing of the sort was there. His eyes were pooling with the same devotion and tenderness they always held when he was looking at you, but you could see a tinge of sorrow. For what you had to do.  

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide yourself from me,” his voice was so soft, hugging you in ways you have yearned for your entire life. He understood. Of course he did. You shook your head and leaned back into him. 

He was barely stable, trying to mask his trembling and winces of pain for your sake but it was a dead giveaway. His eyes were buried deep in their orbits, empty and adorned by violet bags under them and his whole face looked skeletal. 

Do not cry, not in front of him. This is not about you.

You kept telling yourself but to no avail, he was coming undone into your arms despite his best efforts to seem collected and sobs tore your chest cavity to shreds. “Oh, what have they done to you?” The words evaded you before you could stop them and even now, Loki tried to comfort you. “I have been through worse, Skatt. Don’t deem me so weak,” the ghost of a smile rested on his lips but you kept shaking your head. He raised his bony hands, trembling, cupping your face as he rested his forehead on yours, cold sweat rolling down his skin. You closed your eyes, tasting his smell, ravelling under his touch. He caressed your lips with his, catching your sigh in his mouth and you melted into him as you always did. 

Everything that he was became everything that you were for you forgot where his essence ended and yours began. Hasty heartbeats suffocated your chest, you never thought you would touch those lips again. You needed to get out of here now that you had him but letting go of him was the cruellest curse one could place on you.

 “We have to go, baby. Can you stand?” You finally asked, still knelt in front of him and he nodded, trying to push himself up but having his knees give up from under him. You stood up then, wrapping a hand around his waist and lifting him. He tried to place as less weight on you as possible but the moment his arm came behind your shoulder, he fell onto you completely, like a dead weight. 

“I will get us out of here, I promise.” The promise that you made did not manage to get cold on your lips when another voice cut in. 

“You really thought I would let you go so easily, precious Y/N?” The hairs on the back of your neck stood up in terror, hurrying in your steps but Loki was too heavy and you were too slow to try and cast a spell when an odd force pulled you away from your lover and up into the air, making him fall to his knees again.

 “Y/N, no!” He screamed, reaching his hands out for you as he fought so hard to get up and he almost did when a dirty boot collided with his ribs and he was on his palms again. “Get away from him!” You were struggling in the invisible grip, directing a spell at your attacker but nothing came out of your hands. You tried again, this time speaking the incantation into existence, tarnishing in the transparent claws. Still nothing. Panic clouded your mind and you screamed spell after spell but it was in vain. A screeched laugh came out at that and your hands were violently thrown behind your back, tied with a magical cord. You were dangling one foot in the air, your eyes never leaving Loki who was struggling to get to you, crawling on the dirty floor. 

“Release her, now, or I will have your head,” Loki threatened, lurching towards the hidden figure with fury in his eyes but he was thrown back by the same force you were held captive by. That horrific laugh came out anew, but this time, you had a face to associate with it as the creature that hit Loki faded into view. 

“This is entirely too entertaining, your magic won’t work here,” you gasped after hearing his words but most importantly because of his face. His abnormal, punctured, dark green face that you could recognize anywhere. He was in your dream, the tall torturer that burned Loki in that dungeon many months ago. Throwing a quick look around, realization dumped on you harshly, as the dungeon you were in was the same one from that night too. How could it possibly be? With a motion of his hand, the tall man made you move towards him, the strange force pulling you in until he was in your face.

 Loki struggled in the grasps of this magic but to no avail. 

“Truly a bewitching artefact,” the man said, tracing his fingers along your cheek. You turned your head to the side, wishing to get away from his filthy, murderous touch. 

“Get your hands off her, you worthless creature,” Loki roared, wearing the most threatening expression you have seen on him. He was fighting against the restraints and it was draining all the life out of his already feeble body. You were here because of him, stuck, exposed and vulnerable and he was going insane. All of the relief he felt at seeing you had been washed away as if it had never been there. Being tortured for years to come sounded like a way gentler fate to him than having you put in any position of harm. 

“You do not get to make demands, prisoner,” the Sakaarian barked, turning towards him for just a bit, waving his hand so that a thick cloth appeared, covering Loki’s mouth. You were searching your mind for every possible spell that could get you out of here but nothing was happening. Why was your magic not working? 

“Stop trying to wield any magic in here, it is to no avail. You thought I would imprison two highly dangerous sorcerers and not use runes? It is only the magic that I wield that will work in this place.” 

“Let him go and I will give you anything you want,” you jumped straight into bargaining, realizing you had no other choice, Loki’s life being the only thing on your mind. You heard sounds coming from Loki as he tried to protest, vehemently shaking his head. 

“There is nothing you can give me that I won’t take from you anyways, little witch. But I suppose I have no use for him anymore.” That was enough from you. He could take anything away from you if it meant Loki goes free. You instantly nodded and agreed. You heard your God again, struggling and begging you with the look in his eyes to take those words back. 

In a different situation, Loki would muse at the devotion you carried, carved in your veins for him. He would thank fate for this undeserving kindness and be amazed at how much love you could spare for him. But not in here, not like this. He wished that you would abandon him, desert him, hate him. He wished he had never kissed you that first time, that he had never met you if it would guarantee you would not be in this position right now. He did not deserve such love, such fidelity. 

The Sakaarian approached Loki slowly and you started to apologize to your lover. 

“I am so sorry, so sorry. Please leave, run away as fast as you can, Loki please, for me,” but just as you thought it was over, just as the creature dropped Loki from the magical cage and let him fall to the ground, you saw him kick Loki in the stomach and laugh. 

“No, stop!” Your scream resonated off every wall and the monster turned to you, holding Loki up by the hair, a knife conjured and drawn to his throat. 

“I could let him go or I could make this so much funnier for all of us and gift you his head on a spike. So you cannot say I am not merciful, that way you could always look at him when you miss him,” he laughed and you broke. 

“You bastard, get away from him. I beg you, just ask for anything in this world and you will have it. Torture me, take me. I am right here, drown me, skin me alive for all I care but please, please I am begging you, put that knife down,” you were crying, screaming, trying to get on your knees, doing anything in your power to keep Loki alive. He was crying as well now, looking only at you and wishing you would stop. Wishing you would let him go. The Sakaarian dropped Loki and launched himself at you. 

“You do not wish for any of that. You have no idea how much pain I can inflict. How much pain your dear God has suffered at my hands. And I would enjoy for you to see that, I would love to see you watch as I am burning him and whipping him, beating him to a pulp, would you like that of me?” You threw your head forward with incredible force at that and broke his nose. Pools of blood were spilling out as he held his hand to the wound, cursing you. Loki felt a laugh rattling in his chest. A laugh. For the first time in what felt like an eternity. Of course you would not go down without a fight, no matter the form it took. 

 In this madness, you did not notice the green glow that was surrounding Loki. In his time here he learned a couple of things about his torturers and one of them was that they were powerless without someone else’s magic. And the magic that was impregnating this hell was his own. He was drained, broken and ruined but there were no ends to this Universe he wouldn’t go to for you. No efforts he would spare. The moment this monster wrapped his hand around your neck, choking you for your disobedience, Loki exploded. His magic grew brighter and stronger and everywhere you looked, there was destruction. Pure destruction disguised in a green mantle, circling the body of its victim, clutching at it. The torturer was ripped away from you with such force that it seemed like he'd never even been there. Loki brought him to his knees, squeezing the life out of him with his magic. 

“You die by my hands today, you disgusting creature,” a movement of Loki’s hand and the man at his mercy was screaming in anguish, reaching at his throat to try and breathe. “Death is much too kind for what you deserve,” Loki continued as the flesh on the Sakaarian’s back was ripping itself wide open, blood staining his shirt. A dagger appeared in Loki’s hand and in an instant, it penetrated the creature’s chest, straight into his heart as his whole body fell unbreathing on the floor. Loki’s own body gave up on him and his magic dissipated as you caught his form seconds before his knees met the floor.

“Get out of here, Y/N, more of them will come for you now,” he begged desperately, trying to push you away with his hands as frenzy clouded his vision, hoping that would urge you to desert him. You reached for his face, cupping it, making him look you in the eye.

"I am not leaving you, don't fight with me on this. Come on, we have to go," you pulled him up, supported his body weight and threw his hand over your shoulder before he could protest, hurrying out of this Hell and back to the surface. Loki was exhausted though and despite the effort he put in to keep going, he would fall limply and you would have to stop and help him up, encouraging him, whispering words of endearment to him to keep him from giving up.  

"Brother!" Thor's voice came thunderously the second you set foot back into the arena. In an instant, he was at your side, taking his brother's weight off of you and crushing him into a hug.

"Ouch!" Loki exclaimed, his injuries still so fresh but he hugged Thor back. "I've missed you too brother but you are crushing me," Loki's muffled voice came from Thor's chest and the older Asgardian released his hold, still supporting Loki who, even now, was stubborn enough to insist that he could stand on his own. Chaos was raging and unleashing itself in waves all around you hence your brain kicking into action.

"Where are Tony and Nat? We need to get out of here." 

Throwing Mjolnir towards the nearest targets approaching the three of you, Thor spoke fast, "They ran into an inconvenience. It appears an airstrike is keeping them away. Until they reach us, we have to keep resisting."

"Fine, I will secure this area while you keep Loki safe," you instructed. You could see how much Loki hated this idea by how his face contorted the instant you muttered the words.

"Stop patronising me, love. I can still fight," Loki countered, rolling his eyes in displeasure.

"I know you can, big boy," you winked but your face told him your decision was final as you instantly took off heading straight towards the most crowded part of the arena. 

"Guess we're stuck on the sidelines, brother," Thor shrugged and placed himself in front of Loki, keeping any unwanted guests away. 

"Are you a fool? We have to go there and fight," Loki frantically pointed his hands towards the middle of the arena where enemies were pouring out like water from every crack in the wall, suffocating the remaining team.

"Your lady will have my head if I endanger you in any way. She is right, you know? You are in no condition to fight, Loki, and I will not risk it for your ego. I barely got you back. She barely got you back."

Loki would not stand for this. You were battling more than a dozen enemies at once, the entire team was carrying fights around him as he was incapacitated and obligated to stay and watch. It will not do. Turning around to eliminate some approaching targets, Thor's attention was diverted from the youngest prince who saw this as a prospect to help. Some Sakaarians were rapidly emerging from the side as the God of Mischief tried to conjure whatever magic he had left but to no avail, he was completely drained. He could not even conjure his precious daggers, no matter his efforts. Ever the sneakiest person in the room, he managed to get to Thor without being noticed, stealing a blade his brother was carrying in the back of his belt. It had to be enough for now. With crippled steps, he advanced towards the closest creature drawing blood.

On your side of the arena, things were running smoother. Your power was ecstatic, finally being let out. A powerful blast coming from the side destabilised you and you were thrown straight through the doors in the floor, falling on your back into the tunnels. Enough with the games.

You dusted yourself off and a criminal hunger whispered in your ear. You were going to devour them. Bit by bit. For what they did to Loki. For laying even a single finger on him or throwing him a single look. You ascended the tunnels up the stairs with a different glow. A darker one that covered you like a widow's veil. Because that is how you felt for 11 months. Like a vengeful, ruined widow. No price you will make them pay will be ransom enough. You emerged back into the arena, blood dripping from your brow and even the dust appeared frightened by you, parting like the sea, letting you come through. There was a fury and determination in your eyes that made your enemies squeak. You heard their bones tremble in their bodies for the darkness and despair of the night were your allies. Your ebony magic was hugging your form, hair wild, eyes feral.

Untouchable. Eternal. Infinite. 

Loki watched you in awe while everyone else was looking at you with fear in their eyes. Even your friends. But not Loki. Never your Loki. Even now when you appeared to have surrendered your light to other forces, he still believed in the good in you. After all this time, there were moments like this when you could not fully comprehend the love he carried for you. You could not have asked for it in your wildest, most courageous of dreams. 

You would not tolerate it. Any more seconds of abuse, any foreign hands scarring him with immeasurable cruelty. Loki was your soul, he was your entire galaxy. You would not stand him falling into despair again. His suffering was a curse so much more wicked than any hurt that might be inflicted on you. You could take them hurting you. You couldn’t take even the passing thought of him being endangered in any way. The scars on his pale skin were in stark contrast to his frail form. Oh, how you wished you could kiss away every burn and every wound, how you wished you could show him a kinder fate. But the past was unforgiving, unmendable. You had the future still. And you were ready to give your future up for his. 

You needed no bolt, no push. It was a natural decision. An instinct rooted into your entire being. It felt like something ancient inside your system snapped, a peculiar need to keep him safe. So you nodded at Thor and his eyes went wide. With sadness and disagreement. He followed your instructions anyway, pulling Loki off the ground and disappearing in such a rush, up into the sky that your lover didn’t get the chance to register what was happening until it was too late. Good. You knew he would die protecting you. He almost did so once. It was your turn. 

Once every one of your friends deserted the arena, you ignited a spark within yourself. It came with a burn that made you want to vomit, a dark, primitive force surged through you, replacing your blood, leaking out of your skin in spiralling shadows hugging at your form. Your magic was pouring out of you through every patch of skin, a shade of black darker than your armour, more fearsome than the night clothing you. Seeing you alone in the field, your enemies achieved a false sense of security. They increased their use of magic. No matter. You could handle them. Blasts of power were flying from your hands when four leash-like strings of maroon magic grasped your ankles and your wrists. They were restraining you. The contact made you twist and turn, your veins almost giving up under the pressure of your own power trying to escape. A scream cut through you but it was shortly muffled by another whip of magic circling itself around your mouth and neck. You could not move for a few seconds and in the heat of the moment, your enemies smirked at your defeat, struggling to keep the magic in place, using these leashes to lift you off the ground. You suffocated for a second, your vision becoming blurry as the restraints were burning and squeezing so tight, you felt life drip out of you. 

Your eyes fluttered close for a small moment and as you felt your body give up, a glimpse of Loki flashed before you. It was just a passing image of his face but it was everything you needed. You remembered why you were here, you remembered how close to him you were and how close your happy ending was. The mere thought of Loki made darkness explode out of you. You would be damned before you would let anyone tear you from him once more. There were shadows all around you, taking a human-like form, advancing on your capturers and in an instant, the scarlet magic that was keeping you, prisoner, dissipated. You remained floating in the air, a few feet above those monsters and a smirk so dark and wicked overtook your features. 

“Watch it!” You warned the creature to your right, the one that was previously conjuring the magic that was silencing you. Two clawed shadow demons you produced jumped on him from the back and you squeezed your right hand in his direction, watching as his eyes were blown out of his orbits the harder you squeezed. With your other hand, the other four Sakaarians were lifted off the ground and as your fingers meet your palm in another squeeze, they were suffocating and losing their sight, blood pouring down on their cheeks, terrified screams and pleads ringing in your ears like a melody. Good. Their screams were music to your ears.

The shadows that exploded out of you were taking different forms of various disasters, wolves skinning some creatures alive, waves of darkness drowning others. It was pure terror. It was consuming you. The voices in your head were so loud, their whispers so hoarse and untamed as you unleashed the worst of yourself onto them. For Loki. Everything you ever did was for Loki. Your magic was hungry, it was vicious. It coated the entire arena, terrorizing every single living thing that was meant to harm you. And you stood above them all, floating in the air, with your hands as dark as nightmares and your eyes as hollow as a shell. Your power was only ever increasing but your body was slowly giving up on you.

As your enemies turned to ashes and you fell to the ground to your knees, you felt a warm breeze overtake you. Something familiar and comfortable wrapped itself around your waist and your body was met with heat as it got teleported somewhere else. 

“Please, my love, please look at me,” your head was cradled between two big palms and the voices all around you were ecstatic, accusatory, worried. One rich tone stood out to you in particular. The one that was begging you to wake up. The one that belonged to Loki. The moment your eyes fluttered right open, you were met with your lover’s chest, Loki bringing you close to him so swiftly you melted into his tired arms. His chest started shaking immediately and you heard his sobs resonate all around you before you departed from him just enough to meet his gaze. You were both knelt on the metal floor of the Quinjet and his hands were on each side of your face, holding you a bit harder than necessary. Tears were pouring out of Loki’s eyes like midnight rain, warm and unstoppable and you did not realize you were shedding some tears of your own. 

“You stupid girl,” he cried, placing a sloppy and wet kiss straight on your lips, while still holding your face. You laughed. It felt surreal. You were speechless, a trembling mess while he was ecstatic, terrified, shaking his head, sniffling, kissing you and berating you and adoring you at the same time. 

“Why did you do that?” Kiss. “You could have died.” Kiss. “My wonderful, silly girl.” Another kiss. His tears were mixing with yours, your lips wet and hot and hungry for him. You took his face into your palms and pressed your lips to his again. Longer than before. With more yearning than before. 

“I’ve got you, I finally got you,” you muttered more to yourself than to anyone else as you were both crying on the floor, in each other’s arms. And then he did something that made you burst into more violent sobs. He kissed your hands. Your stained hands that made everyone around you recoil, he held them and kissed each knuckle with adoration. 

As he pressed his lips to the last one of your knuckles he whispered lovingly, “You have always been my salvation, Y/N.”  

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[raqnarokr]

Forbidden romance with Mob!Loki

“We could just leave. Together”.

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[itsybitchylittlewitchy]

Damn, someone's loki fic nearly made it to the silver screen.

If someone hasn't written this as a fic then my entire life is a lie

[bettercallwillow]

rewatching loki so here's a little blurb bc hes just the best

warnings: daddy kink, oral (f!recieving), fingering, orgasm denial, praise

"Daddy, please.." you whined, your fists clenching the silk sheets below you so hard your knuckles were coloured white, "M'so close, please let me cum,"

"Not yet, darling," Loki mumbled into your cunt, the vibrations from his voice making your back arch impossibly futher, "Be a good girl and hold on, yeah?"

You let out a huff of frustration that morphed into a loud moan when Loki pushed two fingers inside of you, making it even harder for you to not fall over the edge.

He set a steady rhythm, curling his fingers with perfection as his skilled tongue danced across your clit. You were falling apart with every touch, the pressure in your lower abdomen almost painful at this point.

"I can't- I can't hold it any longer, daddy," your breaths were ragged, your throat sore from all the noises Loki had you making.

Loki sped up the pace of his fingers and you cried out, throwing your head back into the pillow beneath you. "Cum," he ordered before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking like there was no tomorrow.

A pornographic moan rolled off your tongue when you finally gave it, moving your grip from the bedsheets to Loki's hair, pulling him further into your pulsing cunt, "Daddy!"

A chuckle sounded from him as he felt your velvety walls spasm around his fingers, the thought of it soon being his cock exciting him more than he already was.

[binxiboo]

The Bookstore on Midgard

Marvel Masterlist // Full Masterlist

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

It had become a ritual. Whenever Loki was visiting from Asgard, he’d come hauling a selection of books ready to trade for your finest Midgardian recommendations. This had started after you caught him reading while everyone else was off on a mission, leaving the two of you alone at the compound. You were silently lingering behind him; one peek to observe what he was indulging in resulted in your investment in the plot. Your presence, however, did not go unnoticed.

“You don’t have to read from over there you know?”

“Oh. I-“

“Come. Sit here, I’ll read it to you.”

You didn’t need any persuasion at the god’s gesture. The day turned to evening, the story so riveting that you didn’t notice the time passing until several loud voices echoed through the building.

After that interaction, Loki promised that on his next return to your world, he would bring you some of his favourites for you to read on your own time. He followed through on this promise and was met with a pile of your favourite novels which he took back to Asgard with him, a smile playing on his face.

Every visit was unexpected, but the way the days progressed once Loki arrived was repetitive. Not today though. Today Loki turned up with a plan. Not that he would tell you what it was, no. Instead, he instructed you to get yourself ready for an outing and wandered off before you could question any further.

With questions building in your mind, you hurried back to your room, threw on an outfit you deemed acceptable for public attention and checked yourself in your bathroom mirror. By the time you were finished, the dark-haired god was already waiting for you outside your door.

With an evaluation of whether you were ready or still needed to grab something, Loki casted some magic and, before you could comprehend it, you were on an unfamiliar street.

“Loki,” you whined, “I hadn’t even picked up a bag!”

“You don’t need one.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m not telling you, just,” Loki holds his hand out, “come.”

You place your hand in his grip, trusting in his intentions, and blindly follow. Loki pulls you towards a building across the road from where he transported you. He held open a door and ushered you through. One quick glance up was enough to make you gasp and stop on the spot.

“Ah, I was right, you do like it.”

He’d taken you to a bookstore, except where the books were organised into genres, the area of the building was decorated accordingly. You were drawn to a forest section with vines dangling from the ceiling. Green bean bags adorned the floor for readers to comfortably experience the stories. You noticed how the lower shelves of the section had books more aimed for younger readers and the higher shelves had stories for more mature readers.

Loki followed your eyes around the space, paying attention to what you were intrigued by and attempting to guess your thoughts.

“They want to be a space open to readers of all ages, since everyone should be able to enjoy books.”

“How did you find this place, Loki?”

“I did some research.”

You didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

“I love it, but I’m going to walk out of here needing to come back because you’ve left me with no way to buy anything…”

You were determined to prove your need for a bag. It was also pure torture for him to bring you to a shop filled with books without any way to pay for them.

“Ah, but you see,” he produces a wallet out of his pocket, “I haven’t.”

“You have money, like… legal tender money?”

“Well, while you were taking your sweet time getting ready, I spent some time with the lovely Tony Stark.”

“You conversed with Tony? Just to get some money to take me to a bookstore?”

“Some sacrifices are worth making.”

“Wow…” you hold your hands over your heart. “I’m so blessed.”

The god chuckles and gestures at you to pick some books. You turn back to the shelf and go to pick up a book drawing your eye to its artwork when you hesitate. You work to earn. You have enough money to buy your own haul of books. There are less fortunate people in the world that could use this money Loki has acquired from Tony that could literally have their lives saved. You couldn’t help but feel guilty at indulging in your desires once that though had entered your mind.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my dear?” Fondness creeps into his voice.

“I don’t need Tony’s money to buy books. There are more people who could use that man’s fortune than I can on books.”

“Darling, you deserve a treat that you don’t have to pay for.”

You turn to look at him, eyes widening and watering slightly. A sigh escapes your pouted lips. It takes Loki one look at you to glide forward and take you in his arms, comforting you in the artificial forest the two of you were stood in.

“You help people every day, you see terrible things and fight for others even when you aren’t being paid to. Y/N, believe me, you deserve a few books courtesy of the billionaire.”

You step back from his embrace to look him in the eye and sniffle slightly. You contemplate for a minute to accept the work you do on the daily, and nod.

“Okay, I guess I can get one or two.”

“Tony definitely gave me enough for more than that, love, there’ll even be enough to buy some books to donate to the store’s community project.”

“They give books to the community? Ugh, could this place be any more perfect?”

Loki chuckled at your change in mood, humoured by your joy at the goodness of others. He then proceeded to follow you around the other sections of the store talking you into handing him every book you try to convince yourself you don’t need. He also reminded you at every section to pick up a few books to leave in the collection box at the check outs before you leave.

Eventually, the two of you walk out of the building hauling a bag of books each after leaving twice the amount of books for the store’s charity partnership. Both of you felt an overwhelming feeling of goodness as you made your way back to the compound.

Maybe, you thought, I should speak to Tony about a regular donation to that community book partnership…

[michelleleewise]

Bewitched

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: somnophilia, thigh riding, masturbation, spells gone wrong, "sex-pollen" type fic, swearing, dirty talk, loki speaking Norwegian, swearing, mildly explicit smut, unprotected sex, penatration (p in v), fluffy ending.

Summary: you borrowed a book from Loki's personal library, and weren't prepared for the consequences.....

A/n-graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This story inspired by my dear @mochie85 and her amazing story "Pheromones". Thank you so much my dear for all your help and support!! This story absolutely got away from me, it's definitely longer so be prepared 💚💚

You walked into Loki's room, slowly closing the door behind you making your way to his overly large book case. He had been away on a mission for the last week, but told you to feel free to borrow whatever you wished. Carefully putting back the ones you had borrowed you browsed his large collection. Running your fingers along the spines you couldn't help smile, knowing you were one of the only ones, if not the only one allowed in his room, let alone allowed to borrow his books.

Over the last year you had grown close to the God, being born with powers you didn't understand, let alone control had made your life burdensome. You didn't have many friends, your family had basically disowned you, dropping you at an orphanage. Apparently you were too unpredictable for them to handle. But Loki had taken you under his wing, helped you understand your abilities, even training you to control them. On more then one occasion telling you how proud he was of you....calling you his "little witch" making your heart flutter.

You wandered over to his personal books, ones he had been able to save and being back with him when they had to leave Asgard and come to earth. You pulled out one of the larger volumes, Your fingers running over the golden runes inscribed on the cover. Tucking it under your arm remembering you could translate it with your phone you walked back towards the door, glancing around seeing his daggers displayed on the wall, his desk neatly organized not a thing out of place. A warm feeling running over you picturing him laying on the couch reading...sitting at the desk writing some long letter, his long slender fingers wrapped around his pen.

A shudder running through you thinking about those fingers gliding aross your skin, gently wrapping around your throat as he took what he wanted from you, claiming you for his. You shook the images out of your head remembering he was your friend, your mentor, your teacher. He would never see you as you saw him. Sighing you hugged the book to your chest, grabbing the knob turning the lights off as you closed his door, smiling as you made your way back to your room excited to see what knowledge the book contained.

"AGAIN!" Loki yelled, throwing another green blast at you, deflecting it just in time as another came out of nowhere knocking you off your feet. You laid on your back trying to catch your breath when he came over looking down at you "have you not kept up your training in my absence?" He asked crossing his arms "y...yes...i...have." You panted grabbing your chest "then you would not be so easy to defeat. On your feet, we are going again." He said sternly walking out of your vision. You sat up watching him walk to the other side of the room, he looked powerful, regal, you would give him the world if you could. "I said up...now!" He yelled making you jump.

You got to your feet, bringing your hands up holding them out emitting a purple glow, watching his glow green. "This time you shall have no warning, you must react on instinct y/n." He said as you nodded, planting your feet in a defensive stance, watching him slowly stalk around you. Your anxiety rose as your eyes followed him, traveling between his hands and his face seeing him smirk. You saw something in your peripheral, turning slightly to see what it was you were hit in the chest hard by Loki's seidr, once again landing on your back. "Y/n where are you? You are not focusing!" He yelled as you sat up rubbing your chest.

"Loki, I'm only....ow human. What do you...." you were cut off as he drug you up to your feet, gripping your shoulders "you are not merely human y/n, your are...more." He said clenching his jaw "and I expect more from you then what you are giving me." He snapped as you looked to the floor "i..I'm sorry, it's just.." you started "don't be sorry, be better. How am i to be sure you will be alright out there hmm?" He asked as you looked back up at him, the green of his eyes seeming to glow "how will I know...." he started, feeling his thumb rubbing your arm, his eyes shooting to your lips and back. "Loki..." you whispered when he dropped his hands "I expect better next session." He said storming towards the door, leaving you alone with your wounded pride.

You made it back to your room, the look of disappointment on Loki's face was burned into your mind as you walked to the bathroom. You knew when he came back from missions he was like this. Harder, firmer, more demanding, but it didn't hurt any less seeing that look. "I'll never be good enough." You sighed, turning the shower on you slipped your training clothes off, throwing them in the corner as you stepped into the shower, the hot water making you wince as it hit your sore muscles. You wanted to be better, to impress him but it seemed to be a losing battle. You sighed, wrapping a towel around you you walked into your bedroom. Putting on a tank top and some sleep shorts you walked into the living room.

Flopping down on the couch you saw Loki's book on the coffee table. You hadn't had a chance to look at it yet with everything that had been going on, but now would be as good a time as any. You got up, grabbing your phone and a piece of paper and pen you sat back down, opening the book to a random page seeing the runes running along one side, a picture of a heart engulphed in flames on the other. You slid to the floor, opening your phone you went down the page finding the word for each rune writing down the translation, smiling as you reached the end. "Ok, now let's see what your saying." You said to yourself leaning back.

Hearts Desire

Suns shine, and moons shimmer,

Love and passion meet in shadow,

The fire burns, the flames grow higher,

The body yearns, the hunger grows,

Only sated by your hearts desire...

As you recited the last line you saw the book begin to glow on the table, the runes shimmering with a gold light on the page before suddenly stopping. "What the..." you said to yourself, running your fingers across the page feeling a shock in your fingers making you pull your hand back. "Ooook, I think that's enough reading for tonight." You said, carefully closing the book you put you phone down as you stood up feeling light headed. "Time for bed." You said Turning the lights off you climbed under the covers. Knowing you had another training session with Loki tomorrow you closed your eyes, willing sleep to take you.

You rolled over, groaning as the blankets stuck to your damp skin. Looking at the clock seeing it was just past midnight you sighed. You put your hand on your forehead wiping the sweat away "why is it so hot in here?" You breathed, throwing the covers off you went to stand feeling your knees try to buckle. "I better not be getting sick" you said to yourself slowly making your way to the thermostat seeing it was still set at a cool sixty degrees. "What the hell." You turned on the ac, going back to bed you layed down, the cool sheets making you sigh as you closed your eyes trying to go back to sleep.

Images flashed in your mind. Long dark hair...deep green eyes that seemed to penatrate your soul...long fingers running up your thighs, moving up to slowly caress your clit..."Come to me darling...I need you." You heard furrowing your eyebrows feeling the fingers slide down towards your entrance. "Come....now!" The voice growled as the fingers pushed inside you waking you with a gasp. You shot up, looking around into the dark room seeing you were alone "Holy hell." You panted rubbing your eyes. You scooted forward feeling the wetness between your legs, your body covered in a sheen of sweat "maybe a shower will help." You sighed, scooting off the bed, the friction of your shorts against your core making moan as you braced the wall. "That must have been some dream." You thought making your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the cold water, stepping inside you let out a deep breath. You felt like your were burning from the inside out. You closed your eyes standing under the spray when the images returned. You hand slowly sliding down between your thighs, opening yourself up as you saw Loki...standing before you In nothing but his leather pants, slowly stalking towards you with a hunger in his eyes "come to me pet...I must have you." He purred, reaching out his large hand he wrapped it around your throat, his eyes boring into you. You worked your fingers through your folds, circling your clit feeling a shiver run through you as he leaned down, feeling his breath on your neck "I will give you pleasure as you have never known...all you must do is...come." He said sternly.

"L..loki..." you moaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you, pressing your thighs together at the feeling. You opened your eyes seeing the white tile wall "god...if only." You panted. You finished washing up, wrapping a towel around you you grabbed another tank top and clean shorts you sat on the bed, the pressure on your core making you moan. "What is happening?" You said to yourself shaking your head. You had dreamt of Loki before...numerous times but usually a little self care would sate your lust until the next dream, but now it only seemed to make things worse. You slipped your clothes on, feeling your body begin to heat up again, worse then before. "A...am I dying?" You said to yourself, gripping the side of the bed goaning as another wave of pleasure rolled over you.

Your eyes shot open remembering the book, the letters glowing as you read from it. "Oh shit...I cursed myself." You said rubbing your temples feeling sweat beading on your skin. "L...loki! I need to talk to loki, he'll...ahhh...know what to do." You moaned, slowly standing up feeling another wave push through you. Looking over seeing it was past two in the morning. "Well, I hope he's awake." You sighed, making your way to the door, nails digging into the handle as a another wave washed over you, your core feeling like it's om fire "I....ahh....better hurry." You moaned, quickly making your way to the elevator you pressed the button hard as the next wave hit you making you knees buckle. "Aahh fuck.." you moaned gripping the wall.

You made it to his floor, slowly walking out of the elevator you braced yourself on the wall, another hit you hard bringing you to your knees. "Holy shit..." you panted, standing up you felt the wetness between your thighs soaking your shorts. "L..loki..." you moaned making it to his door. You pressed your forehead to it, sighing as the cold wood met your hot skin. "Loki..." you breathed, knocking to be met with silence. Your thighs clenched together as you tried to knock again, still not getting a response you gripped the handle, turning it finding it unlocked. "Oh thank God." You sighed slowly pushing the door open.

You stepped inside, quietly closing the door looking around the dark room. Your body shivered as the scent of pine and sandalwood washed over you. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts "Lo..." you started, wincing feeling the skin under your ear burn, putting your hand over it feeling your skin hot to the touch. "Fuck.." you whispered looking back across the room, seeing the bedroom door slightly ajar. You walked towards it, you mind getting hazier the closer you got. "L..loki..." you whispered, slowly pushing the door open, the moonlight streaming through the window giving the room a soft glow when your eyes met his sleeping form, biting your lip seeing the sheet pooled around his hips, revealing his bare chest.

You opened your mouth trying to say his name, a moan coming out in its place as you gripped the door knob, leaning over as your head swam. Squeezing your thighs together you stood up, your vision hazy as you walked towards the bed, slowly making your way across the bed, running your fingers along the soft sheets looking down at him. You stood at the side of the large bed, his long hair splayed across the pillow making your hand twitch, you needed to touch it...now. You leaned down, slowly sliding back the sheets hearing him groan lightly as you climbed in next to him, carefully scooting towards him pressing your front to his side hearing him sigh.

You leaned up on your elbow, reaching your hand up you gently moved his hair exposing his long neck, smiling seeing a small freckle under his ear. You leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to it, his skin warm on your lips hearing him groan. You continued peppering small kisses to his neck as your hand slowly slid across his stomach, moaning as your fingers found the light patch of hair that traveled down. flattening your palm your hand slid down, feeling his muscles tense as your fingers grazed his adonis belt. "Loki.." you whispered against his skin as you went lower, your fingers running through the tuft of hair just above what you wanted most. "Y/n.." he moaned softly, freezing hearing him say your name, looking up seeing his eyes still closed.

Was he dreaming about you..you thought as your lips pressed back to his skin feeling his head turn slightly. Your pressed your thigh over his as your hand found what it was searching for, smiling feeling him hard as you slowly wrapped your fingers around him, groaning as you realized you couldn't get them all the way around him. "Mmm..god..." you moaned into his neck as you slowly moved your hand up and down, stoking him as you teeth grazed his skin. You groaned feeling him twitch in your hand as his hips rocked upwards meeting your strokes. "Mmm... I need you so bad." You whispered into his ear hearing his breath hitch.

You slowly rocked your hips against his thigh in rhythm with your hand. Tightening your grip you stoked him harder, your lips traveling to his collar bone as you squeezed your thigh against him, the friction on your clit sending electricity through you. "Y...y/n..." he groaned as your teeth grazed his collar bone. "Loki..." you breathed into his skin feeling him stiffen "w...what are you...ahhh...." he hissed grabbing your wrist stopping your movements. You looked up at him, his eyes wide as he stared at you "i...I need to feel you." You panted, releasing your grip on him you threw your leg over him, straddling his hips.

"Wait...y/n..." he trailed off trying to grab your hands as you tried to shift the sheet off of him. "P..please loki i...i need you." You panted, lifting your hips trying to get the sheet out from under you. "Y/n...stop this at once." He demanded as you looked into his eyes, a shudder running through you "i..I cant.." you whispered, leaning back you reached for the sheets again "Y/n...wait..." he said as you felt another wave slam into you, bracing yourself on his chest you rocked your hips against his erection, moaning at the friction when he suddenly bucked his hips, flipping you onto your back as he settled over you, pinning your wrists above your head in one large hand. He took in your appearance, seeing the sweat beading on your skin, your skin like fire under his hands. "What are you doing y/n?" He asked sternly as you dug your nails into your palm "i..need you." You whispered.

"You are not yourself, What did you do?" Loki asked sternly eyeing you. "Nothing! I just....please...." you pleaded, bringing your hips up as he pushed them back down with his other hand. "Y/n, I will not ask again, what..." he started as his eyes went to your neck, reaching up he grabbed your chin turning your head "all I did was borrow a few books while you were gone." You said shakely, feeling sweat pooling on your skin as his eyes met yours again "which books?" He asked still gripping your chin. "I..I don't know i..." you started "Dammit woman, which ones did you take?" He yelled making you shiver "i..I don't know the title...I just t..translated a page." You said shakely feeling your eyes burn. "P..please loki...I feel like I'm dying." You said feeling a tear escape your eye, traveling to your hair as he turned your head back.

He released your chin, his fingers ghosted over the skin of your neck, moaning when he touched where it burned the most, your thighs gripping his sides feeling another wave of arousal wash over you, your walls clenching around nothing. "Hearts desire..." he whispered splaying his large hand against your neck. "It appears you borrowed one of my spell books and...enchanted yourself." He said as his eyes met yours again. "A..m i...am I dying?" You whimpered feeling another tear fall as he wiped it away with his thumb "no my dear, you are not dying, not yet anyway" He said "but, your condition will worsen until you body becomes too hot and starts to shut down." He said feeling your forehead "how long ago did this happen?" He asked "a..a few hours or so." You said as he nodded. "H..how do I make it s..stop?" You asked shakely as he looked down "the only way to cure Hearts Desire is to become one with the one you...love." he whispered as your eyes widened.

A sob escaped you as he released your hands, leaning back slightly watching you "i...im s...sorry loki, I...I didn't want you to find out like this, or ever. i..." you cried, covering your face with your hands "I'm s...sorry." you said again as you shifted, trying to get out from under him when he grabbed your hips. "Where are you going?" He asked making you look at him "i...I've ruined everything with my stupidity and...." you rambled, feeling his finger prsss to your lips, it taking all your will power not to wrap your lips around it. "You need to calm down darling, your getting warmer." He said shifting closer to you "did you not hear me, your condition will worsen." He said sternly "i am going to help you." He said cupping your cheek "n..no! You don't have to do that, i..I'll just..." you trailed off "pleasure yourself? It will only make it worse." He said, gripping the sheets as you felt another roll through you, your nerve endings igniting making you whimper.

"Those sounds...you have no idea what you do to me my little witch." He groaned, pressing his hips to yours, feeling his erection rub against your clit "g..god....loki...." you moaned wrapping your arms around his back. "Let me take care of you." He whispered, leaning down pressing a kiss to your neck making your hips jerk. "I can smell you..." he groaned, rocking his hips into you as he leaned back, hooking his fingers under the band of your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs "no panties hmm?" He purred, tossing them across the room. "I...they were dirty." You stuttered as he lowered himself back between your spread legs. "Oh, im sure they were my little vixen." He smiled, leaning down pressing a kiss to your collar bone.

You moaned feeling his hand slide up your thigh, slipping between you as his teeth grazed the top of your breast "mmm....you are soaking darling." He said, his long fingers gliding through your folds making you arch up into him. "P...please Loki...." you panted, screwing your eyes shut. You felt him shift, pulling the sheet from between you as his cock pressing into your thigh, precum smearing across your skin as he lined himself at your entrance "open those eyes for me, I want to see you as I take you." He growled. You opened your eyes, looking down seeing his cock begin to push into you. "Look at me." He said, as your eyes shot up to his "så vakker.." he whispered, pressing his hips forward, your nails digging into his back as he inched inside you, stretching you to your limit.

"Norns! Your so...warm, so...aahhh tight." He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours as he jerked his hips forward, knocking the wind out of you as he bottomed out. "Holy...fuck..." you panted, spreading your legs further apart as he pulled out to his tip, thrusting back in. You felt your body tingle as he slowly rocked in and out, keeping his pace slow. "L..loki....harder....fuck me....harder." you growled, sliding your hands down to his ass pulling him into you. "A...as you...mmm...wish." He growled, pulling out as he slammed into you, jolting you up the bed "oh fuck...yes..." you yelled, burying your face in his neck biting the skin under his ear hearing him growl.

"F...fuck....I can feel you...ahh squeezing me darling." He panted, snapping his hips hard, his pelvic bone hitting your clit with each thrust making your cry out. "I..I'm gonna..." you breathed, digging your nails into his cheeks as he pushed you up the bed. "Mm...min lille heks...ahhh...hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg." He said, slipping into his native tongue making you shudder. "kom for meg ... melk kuken min." He growled, slamming into you hard, your head hitting the headboard as your orgasm flooded over you, your walls clenching hard around him "c..come with me loki...fuck...let me feel you." You panted, feeling him twitch inside you as his hips met yours, holding himself in you as he spilled deep inside you. "Fuck...y/n J...Jeg elsker deg." He panted, dropping his head to your shoulder, his warm breath fanning against your skin.

He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay next to you as you stared at the ceiling. You pulled the sheet up covering yourself feeling your skin start to cool off, your mind clearing as you glanced over, seeing his eyes closed. You looked back to the ceiling, a knot forming in your stomach as you thought about what just happened. "Your thinking too loudly." He said making you look over at him, your eyes meeting his. "Im...I'm sorry Loki, about all of this." You said, pulling the sheet back starting to get up when you felt his hand on your shoulder pushing you back down as he leaned up on his elbow looking down at you

He reached up feeling your forehead smiling "how are you feeling my dear?" He asked tucking your hair behind your ear "b..better." you said looking down. "Is it true?" He asked, his eyes staring into you "umm..i...well you see..." you tried, looking back to the ceiling, feeling his fingers genlty grab your chin making you look at him. "Yes loki, it's true." You said gripping the sheet. He leaned down gently pressing his lips to yours, his tongue slowly sliding across your bottom lip. A warmth filled you, your toes curling feeling his tongue gently pass your lips, cupping your cheek as his tongue tangled with yours, his lips impossibly soft against your own as he claimed your mouth, biting your lip as he pulled back looking at. "Be mine y/n." He breathed, pressing his forehead to yours "i..what?" You asked tilting your head up "I have wanted you for so long, i would like to court you." He said smiling "y..yes Loki, I would like that very much." You smiled back as he pulled you towards him, laying on his back guiding your head to his shoulder "get some rest my dear, we can talk more tomorrow." He said running his fingers through your hair as you wrapped your arm around his middle "and y/n...no more books." He said making you laugh "ok, no more books." You agreed, closing your eyes slipping off to sleep listening to the steady beat of his heart....

Translations-

hvor jeg har lengtet etter deg-how i have longed for you

min lille heks-my little witch

Jeg elsker deg-i love you

kom for meg ... melk kuken min-come for me...milk my cock

så vakker-so beautiful

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Last Updated: 2024-02-26

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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ A Love of His Own by 4everdramaqueen • 〔A᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you."

✑ Awful Things by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Fresh off the interrogation, Loki is emboldened to make a move."

✑ Back in Your Arms by sserpente • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Imagine [working for] the T.V.A. [after wreaking] havoc across the sacred timeline in a desperate attempt to bring Loki, your husband, back to life. When the T.V.A. captures [his Variant], all the pain and grief... finally makes way for relief and [unconditional love]. [However] when you finally meet again... he doesn't know who you are..."

✑ Control by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki loves to be in control, but it looks like the trickster has just as much fun when you take it."

✑ Enjoy the Little Things by starks-hero • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Whilst stranded on Lamentis and attempting to reach the ark, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic."

✑ Escaping the T.V.A. by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki escapes and ends up alone in the room where Mobius showed him the clips of his life. He finds a tape with [your] name on it, his former best friend and love-interest. Curiosity got the better of him and he decides to play the tape, which lead to something even Loki hadn't forseen."

✑ He's Me She's Mine by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki gets jealous... Of himself...

✑ Love that Could Have Been by aurora-star-wars • 〔A〕 •

Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train

✑ My King￨Prt. II by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "He Who Remains tempts Loki with a throne, with Asgard, with you… How long will paradise last before it starts crumbling?"

✑ Nothing Gold by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Loki thought you were gone forever but suddenly there you were. In the TVA library and you didn't recognize him."

✑ See You in Another Lifetime by munsons-maiden • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Loki is forced to watch his life play out on the T.V.A. screen —and his future catches up with him."

✑ Special Care by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F〕 •

Synopsis: "After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that."

✑ Through the Whole Universe by wewritesoyoucanenjoy • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You're] new to the T.V.A., and Mobius leaves [you] in charge of Loki."

✑ Timeless by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "While doing some research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives."

✑ To the Daisy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You're] a librarian working for the T.V.A. and [you] can't help but take a liking to Loki, the newest threat to the Sacred Timeline. The two [of you] bond over poetry and well, things might just take off..."

✑ Yggdrasil by smolvenger • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Your husband, the god of mischief, has made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, and the world...he lives, but now he is alone...that is until you choose to join him in his solitude and make a life there."

✑ A Sleepy God by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

✑ Absolutely Not by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

✑ All it Took was a Timepad by x-childish-x • 〔F〕 •

✑ Always by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Archived by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Arrogant by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Comfort by randomfandomimagines • 〔C〕 •

✑ Goodbye by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Honeymoon, the by smolvenger • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Kid, the by dyns33 • 〔A᜶C〕 • 𑁍 •

✑ Last Minutes by laufeyamp • 〔A᜶C〕 •

✑ Loki's Theory by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Mischief Wrath by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ My Loki by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Nexus by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Pie Thief by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Pulled from the Timeline by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Revelations by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔F᜶A〕 •

✑ Warm by munsons-maiden • 〔F〕 •

✑ Loki Falling for Mobius' Daughter… by bakugousaysdie • 〔F〕 •

✑ Loki Falling for You, a TVA Agent… by oswildin • 〔F〕 •

See Also: Navigation || Loki Odinson Master Index

Authors: @4everdramaqueen || @anonymousfiction211 || @aurora-starwars || @bakugousaysdie || @beyondspaceandstars || @dyns33 || @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds || @fluffyfantasticducky || @gone-to-fight-the-fairies || @laufeyamp || @lokisgoodgirl || @muddyorbsblr || @munsons-maiden || @oswildin || @randomfandomimagine || @smolvenger || @spilledkauffie || @sserpente || @starks-hero || @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction || @wewritesoyoucanenjoy || @wheredafandomat || @writings-of-a-british-fangirl || @x-childish-x || @yetanotherhiddlestoner ||

[geeky-politics-46]

Dance With Me

Kinktober 2022 - Day 4: Accidental Stimulation with Loki

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: A single moment between friends brings up hidden feelings, and other things.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - swesring, teasing, exhibitionism, this one isn't really smutty but still

One of the best things about Loki was that he loved to people watch.  He could spend hours watching and studying the way people moved through their day to day lives. It was like Jane Goodall and the chimps. It was admittedly something you loved to do as well, but he turned the hobby into an artform. He could read the subtlest changes in someone's body language from across a crowded room. So how he was so oblivious to your little crush was beyond you.

Even now as you both stood at the railing on the 2nd floor balcony looking down at the sea of partygoers he seemed blissfully unaware. It was probably for the best. He was a God. An Asgardisn prince. You were just you. Not that that was a bad thing, but you were definitely not in the same league. 

"Dance with me."

You suddenly found yourself pulled from your thoughts at his surprise request. You tried not to choke on your own spit as you worked to process what he said. Studying his face for any hint of kidding.

"Beg pardon?" 

"I'm bored, and according to my brother and Stark I must stay at least another hour. So… dance with me. Keep me entertained."

A playful smirk danced on his lips and his eyes sparkled as he repeated his request. Did it really count as a request? When he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him to the open floor you decided he wasn't really going to let you get out of it.

It took you a moment to get out of your own head and really start moving to the music. Between the strangers around you and the gorgeous Asgardian god in front of you it was a recipe for your self-conscious instinct to take over. 

You turned around to face the opposite direction and tried to stay calm when you felt Loki's long fingers settle on your hips. He also took a step forward into you, standing so close you could feel the heat from his body radiating against your back. His head tilted down so he could whisper in your ear, "relax darling, it's just me."

Yeah, that was part of the problem. 

Eventually you closed your eyes and let the vibrations of the music move through you. The steady thump of the bass synching up with your heartbeat. Your whole body starting to sway with the melody. Your hips settling into drawing a horizontal figure eight as your arms stretched and your back occasionally arched. Before long you forgot about where you were and even who you were dancing with.

That is until you rolled your hips and suddenly felt something. Your breath hitching in your throat as you remembered it was Loki standing behind you, and that was definitely not his phone or a gun that you just felt in pants. Your heart rate suddenly started racing, but instead of pulling away in shock your curiosity was piqued. 

You made the same motion with your hips, overexxagerating the shape you made and let your ass stick out a little extra. Sure enough you felt yourself brush against something hard, and large. This time though, as your hips rubbed against his hard cock you felt Loki's fingers dig into your hips a little harder and a small groan fall from his lips. Such a sinful sweet sound.

Seemingly entranced from that small amount of friction, Loki pulled you back so your body was flush against his. Your small frame engulfed by his tall lean one. His long arms wrapping around you completely. Your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. 

You let your arms draw across the top of his and let your body melt back against his. You were completely absorbed in each other. The rest of the world faded away and the only thing that mattered was the electricity buzzing between you both. Your own body now responding to his arousal as you felt your own slick gathering between your legs. 

With each roll of your hips Loki's breath grew more ragged. Each time your ass pressed back against his cock a new beautiful sound falling to your ears. His breath tickling the shell of your ear as he nuzzled his face into your hair. You had to find your own urges to moan and grind against him lewdly. Your hormones were on overdrive at the stimulation and you knew even a kiss at your neck would have you ready to fuck right there in the middle of everyone. Hell you were already practically dry humping.

Time seemed to be standing still, until all too soon it ended. The end of the song seeming to break the spell you were both under.

The new silence between you as thick as molasses once you came back to your crowded surroundings. Without warning Loki pulled back and removed all contact from your body. A chill coming over you at the sudden loss of his warmth. 

The last thing you heard before you turned to see him quickly retreating, was an "I'm sorry." His body had betrayed him and now he didn't know what to say to you. So he did the only thing he could think to do, the only thing did many nights after being around you. He left before you could turn him down. 

Better to spend his night in his mind, indulging in fantasies of all the things he wished he could to with and to you, than come clean and risk losing you. He may technically be a God, but you were a Goddess far beyond his worth.

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[springdandelixn]

Missed Chances and Broken Promises - Part III

Summary: Choices have been made and the consequences must be endured.

Warnings: Angst—that’s my warning

Characters: Loki x F!Reader

A/N: It's snowing in February. How weird is that? Haha Stay warm, babies and just a little note, this fic was inspired by LANY's song Up to Me.

p.s. This is a continuation of my Loki University AU fics Secret Serenade and Study Buddy.

Your feedback and reblogs would be very much appreciated. Enjoy! ❤️

A year and five months. That’s how long it has been since Loki has seen his friends.

A year and five months. That’s how long it has been since he left you crying in your apartment.

He never should have opened Vision’s message. Never should have allowed his curiosity to win over his judgment. He was very much aware of the reunion Steve and Sam had planned for their friend group, Thor pestering him every chance he got to coax him into attending. 

Loki chose to stay away, chose to do what was best for the people who have chosen to shun him after your break up. But most of all, he chose what he thought was best for him for he wouldn’t know what to do if he ever saw you again, wouldn’t know what to say or react if you ever did decide to speak to him. 

Your eyes begin to bore into his head, puffy and full of tears as you begged for him to stay, telling him how much you loved him and wished it was enough. But he’s made his decision and it led to him walking out of your apartment and your life. He could still hear your cries then from beyond the wooden barrier, how the anger rolled off of you as you cursed at his name and soon followed him out and shoved him from behind. 

“I never want to see you fucking face again, you coward!” The last words you gave him before shutting him out of your life.

His hand tightens around the glass when he picks up his phone, a heavy breath escaping his lips when he opens Vision’s text again and stares down at the image he attached for Loki to witness. Everyone looked so happy, even Natasha who rarely showed a smile was doing such, her arms wrapped around an older man he’s never seen before. 

But what takes his attention the most is the sight of your face. A wide smile kissing your lips as you stared at the camera, both your arms wrapped around Thor and Wanda respectively while they hug you from each of your sides. You still looked the same, just the way he remembers, how he wants to remember you; happy and carefree, the woman he fell deeply in love with. 

Loki fights the urge to ask Vision about you, to ask if you’re already seeing someone new or if you finally got the job you’ve been working so hard to get. And he almost does, already tapping on his phone and composing a message to convey his thoughts to his best friend. But he only stops when Clarice’s name pops up on the screen, the silence of his office disturbed by the annoying ringtone.

He’s been dodging her calls since yesterday, telling her more of his lies about preparing for a business merger that his father asked him to present. Yet the truth of it is that he wants to be left alone while he wallows in his misery and shields her further from the guilt that continues to claw out of him. As he no longer thinks he can continue keeping up the charade of a loving partner.

He should feel guilty for what he’s doing, and he does, but even if he wants to save her from a loveless life ahead, he can’t. He made his bed and he has no other option than to sleep on it for he knows that the cost of his happiness would all be worth it in the end, especially knowing that he’s done his parents, most of all his mother, proud. Right?

He sighs when his phone finally goes silent, deleting his message altogether before turning off the device and shoving it in his drawer. No more distractions, he scolds himself and slouches against his chair, swirling the contents of his glass before finishing it one gulp and succumbing to the task of sorting out his thoughts, and most of all, his emotions. 

Clarice is a fantastic woman; gentle, caring, and very much selfless in almost everything she does. He’s even bared witness to such traits when he accompanied her to a charity ball once, pledging a generous donation to an orphanage that wants to help their unadopted children adjust to society, even showing excitement when she was invited to meet the children herself.

She’s also a great lover, a giver if Loki would put a label on it, showing such desire just to please him and show him that she’s attentive of his needs. It prompts Loki to give back the same energy and try his best to love her the way that she does him. 

But most of all, his mother adores her, probably even loves her more than her own children. A fact he’s proven when he formally introduced her to his family, the Lady Frigga overflowed with happiness that she began calling her ‘daughter’; the word constricting Loki’s heart, not out of joy, but of dread that his fate has already been sealed shut. 

“She sounds like a great woman, beautiful too.” Thor’s words push to the forefront of his mind, their conversation during the small family reunion that night coming to life. 

“She is.” Loki responds, indifference painting his face. “She helps in charities, too, just like her father.”

“Jonathan Richards, right?” Thor inquires. “The one who owns the country club mother frequents?”

“The very one.” Loki drones, his eyes darting across the hall to look at his mother doting on Clarice. But his ears pique up and his attention is pulled all the same when Thor utters your name, his eyes focusing on this brother and feeling the air around them growing tense. “What about her?”

“Have you talked to her? Or seen her recently?” His brother asks but all Loki could do is look away and busy himself with his drink.

“I—I haven’t,” Loki admits and wills himself to keep a stoic facade. “She didn’t handle my departure well and she was very clear that she never wanted to see me again.”

“You broke her heart, brother.” Thor says defensively yet calmly. “She—maybe you two could still work things out. I know you still love her and I know she does too.”

“Why do you seem so adamant about it?” Loki says, the irritation rolling through his tongue. “We’re over brother. That’s the reality. I’m with Clarice now and I’ve never seen mother so happy about any woman I’ve been with, only her.” He sighs and shakes his head before looking up at Thor seriously. “I’ve moved on and I know she has too, so it’s best that you do as well because whatever frivolous dreams you have of us getting back together, it will never happen—just let it go.”

“Okay—I won’t bother you anymore about it.” Thor concedes, holding his hands up in surrender. “But I just want to ask you one last thing.”

Loki groans and rolls his eyes before facing his brother once more. “What is it?”

“Yes, mother is happy, maybe even father,” Thor begins. “But are you?”

Until now, he still thinks of Thor’s question that night, haunting him, mocking him and makes him question himself if he’s truly made the right decision. And each time, he finds himself reeling back in and going through the list of why he should be with Clarice, why she’s the better choice.

Gentle.

Kind.

Beautiful.

Selfless.

His mother loves her.

He keeps trying to look for something wrong that would completely put him off of her, but ultimately, there’s nothing—except for one.

She's not you.

The ringing of a phone startles Loki awake, eyes squinting as he tries to push away the sleep, seeing darkness shrouding the entirety of his office. He looks at his office phone, the red light blinking continuously as the ringing continues to echo throughout the space. He thinks it’s Clarice, looking for him again and decides to send it to voicemail, but it’s Thor’s name that shows up on the screen instead, surprising him and causing him to answer the call. 

Muffled music plays in Thor’s background along with indistinct chatter, Loki grunting as he imagines his brother wasting away at a club and still acting more like a college student than a grown man. He winces when he hears his brother burp a greeting, Loki rolling his eyes afterwards as he waits for an opening to answer back. 

“Are you drunk, brother?” He asks.

“Maybe—a little.” Thor gurgles. “Loki, looooki, I have wonderful news to tell you,”

“Where the hell are you, Thor?” Loki groans in irritation. “Are you calling because you need a ride home?”

“No—no, no, no,” Thor slurs then laughs loudly, his attention seemingly getting pulled by someone. “I just wanted to tell you something about…”

He says your name and immediately, Loki stills, his chest tightening once more just from the utterance of your name. He swallows thickly and stands from his seat, pacing by his desk as he feels his pulse quicken by the second. 

What does he have to say? Why now of all days? His mind races, the possibility endless that whatever Thor would tell him would break his heart. So he decides, then and there that he should completely cut ties with you, that he shouldn’t even know an inkling of what has become of your life to avoid his from further derailing. 

“No, Thor. Whatever it is, I don’t want anything to do with it.” He says sternly.

“But—”

“I said no!” He’s almost shouting and he feels he’s startled his brother when he goes quiet. But it’s too late for him to reel back now, his emotions spiking immensely and his sanity spiraling into oblivion. “I told you I’ve moved on and that I’m happy with Clarice. Why can’t you accept the fact that nothing will ever happen between her and I any longer?! Why are you so fucking caught up in our lives when you should be busy fixing yours?”

“Loki—”

“Father wanted you to run the family business but I’m the one carrying the weight of it because you refuse to grant his wishes! It should be you looking for a suitable wife, not me! Yet there you are, partying with your friends and it’s like none of you even grew up!”

He fumes, all the pent-up sorrow and pressure from the expectations surrounding him bursting all at once. He grabs the tumbler sitting idly on his desk and throws it across the room, glass shattering and scattering against his marble floor. 

“We’re no longer in college, brother and you better start getting your shit together!” He shouts.

Silence once more fills the call and Loki sighs, slumping back into his seat, pressing his fingers against his temple to try to quell the anger within him.

“I’m sorry—” Thor murmurs, his drunken state seemingly subsiding from the onslaught of Loki’s rage and Loki could feel his heart soften for his brother. “I just—”

“It’s alright, brother. You’re drunk.” Loki states before letting out a deep breath. “Just—call me when you get home and please, for the love of god, drink some water.”

“I will. Thank you, Loki.”

Before he could even respond, Thor drops the call, the sound of the dial tone filling his ears. He places the receiver back and stands from his seat, walking over to where he threw the glass and picking up the shards from the ground. He went overboard and he shouldn’t have shouted at his brother for the choices he made. It wasn’t his fault and yet he’s throwing the blame his way. 

Regret begins swirling within him as his heart decides to go against his head, and the desire to know what Thor was going to tell him about you begins to eat at him. But maybe, it’s for the best, he tells himself, that I don’t know. He’s already a few steps out of the gutter and knows he has to resist any temptation to completely set himself free.

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[mochie85]

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 7

THaTH Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: Loki faces his father, Odin, on Asgard. Violet tries to find a way to get back to Loki. Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 2K Tags/Warnings: Lots of angst. Pregnancy. Early labor. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Loki landed in Himinbjorg, stumbling forward. The cuffs around his wrist kept him off balance and unable to use his seidr. Heimdall stood regal and unmoved as he welcomed the younger prince home. Behind him, stood The King of the Nine Realms, Odin. Along with the highest trained einherjar poised and ready with their weapons pointed at Loki.

“Why, hello father. What a wonderful sight to see you greet me home,” Loki sarcastically smiled, simulating the bravado and confidence of a hero being applauded upon their return.

The Allfather grunted and turned without saying anything more. His deep crimson cloak billowed as he made his way on his chariot back to the palace. The einherjar positioned themselves around Loki, prodding him to follow.

“Welcome back your highness,” Heimdall said with a bow. Loki just sneered back at him, angry at the turn of events and Heimdall’s participation in all of it.

Upon exiting the temple, Loki’s first steps on the Bifrost bridge were greeted by his mother who walked alongside him. “Shouldn’t you be in the chariot with Father? Wouldn’t you be embarrassed to be seen with the lowly prince turned criminal?” He asked looking straight ahead.

“I have never been prouder of you, my sweet boy,” the Allmother stated. Loki simply looked at her. His features did not betray the shock that he felt inside. “Stand proud. Chin up. Back straight. I walk beside you,” she smiled.

“Thank you, Mother.” They walked along the long stretch of the Bifrost on foot. The Queen’s hand tucked neatly under his arm.

The einherjar kept their weapons to their sides, not wanting to point them at Loki and subsequently their Queen. The citizens had all bowed down in her presence as they walked past the city streets. No one had seen the cuffs adorning Loki’s wrist.  

It was a blessing to have the support of his mother. Even more so to have her pride. What did he do? He’s done nothing but break his promise to his restitution. What’s more, is that he made poor decisions that not only cost him his life but the life of the one he loves and now the child.

The child! The child is still alive! How could Violet lie about that? Why did she run away? So many questions ran through his head, and he wasn’t sure what to believe anymore. He was shocked, first and foremost. Angry, second, that you had lied to him. Relieved that he had found you and then a new worry. That he might not be there to see you give birth to his child. He knew what this was. It was a second chance. A fortune that he was granted to make things right.

As Loki continued walking in silence next to his mother, his mind wandered back to Midgard where you still were. Were you ok? Were you taking care of yourself? You looked so beautiful and radiant. Was it the glow of pregnancy or were you happier not having him in your life?

The warm afternoon air gave way to the cold breeze of the palace’s corridors. Loki was led straight to the throne to await the decision of his ruthless father. He stood to attention at the bottom of the dais. His mother squeezed his arm before letting go and left to join Odin by his side.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Odin’s voice carried with it a finality and heaviness that could bring anyone to their knees.

“What would you like me to say? Tell me. Because anything else that I say, which doesn’t fit with your explanation of things, would just be left unheard,” Loki said uncaring.

“Why do you insist on making things so difficult?”

“Who made me this way?!  Who named me The God of Lies and Mischief?! If everyone, including yourself, sees me as nothing more than a troublesome, villainous god, why bother being anything else? You have all made up your mind. I tire of trying to change it. The only person who ever saw me for who I was, was Violet.”

“Yes, the poor Midgardian you decided to dally with. The cause of your indiscretion. I have half a mind to bring her here and…”

“Don’t you dare touch her!”

“I will do as I damn well please!” Odin screamed out as he stood up. “And you would do right by staying quiet and repentant as I decide both your fates!”

Frigga placed her hand on her husband’s arm, hoping to quell the anger rising in both.

“You have proven that you cannot carry out your sentence on Midgard. Thor had hoped to rehabilitate you on that rudimentary planet. But I see now that you are both fools. You will carry out your sentence here in the lower dungeons.”

“Darling…” Frigga tried to intervene.

“And no one shall change my mind on the matter. I have said my final verdict and it shall be carried out.” Odin finished, ignoring the quiet please of his wife.

Loki stood resolutely. The inner turmoil waging war inside him made his face contort in pain and anger. He refused to grovel for his freedom. Refused to beg like a commoner praying for some divine intervention. But it was not just his life now. This was for Violet and the miracle that he and you had created.

Loki wordlessly fell to his knees. His eyes traced the marble veins of the floor, taking a beat, wondering what he could say to Odin to let him have another chance. “I…” Loki swallowed. “I beg of you to reconsider. It is not for my life, I plead. But for the life of my…”

“Your beloved?” Odin scoffed. “Who is she to have my son, a god, on his knees begging for his life?”

“As your…son, I plead…no, I beg…I have wronged her, Mother.” Loki spoke directly to Frigga. “Not a day goes by where I have not wanted to apologize. And she is by no means absolved of fault, but I have yet to speak with her. All I ask is that…is that I see her. Stay, with her…”

“How dare you…” Odin was interrupted by a strong grasp on his shoulder. Frigga had stood up and had not taken her eyes off her beloved son.

“Who am I, if not the goddess of hearth and home, to deny my own son a prayer?” The Allmother decreed. Loki lifted his head and for once was filled with hope. Frigga had a distant look in her eyes. As if she were watching a movie that was filtered through a dirty window.

“Guards! Take him away.” Odin ordered. The closest einherjar grabbed Loki by the arms and hoisted him off his knees. As he was escorted down to the lower dungeons. Frigga had returned from her journey and smiled, “All will be well, my darling. Have faith.” Her voice echoed in his head before he descended into despair.

“Thor, please. You have to bring him back!” You grabbed his chest plate, shaking him as you spoke. Callum had ushered the three of you back into his bungalow. He could see how visibly distraught you were. The reappearance of Loki in your life had been looming over your head for the last couple of months. Callum wanted it to happen sooner, but not in such a dramatic spectacle as it did just hours ago.

“Violet, where have you been?” Thor asked. “My brother has been worried sick about you. He barely eats and sleeps as it is. What made you think you could run away like that?”

“Vee, where did you go?” Bruce asked.

“Here. This whole time with Cal.”

“How are you? How’s the baby?” he followed the question.

“The baby?!” It was then that Thor looked down and noticed the bump protruding from your abdomen. “I thought…I thought…” Thor pointed a finger down to your stomach. Then back up at you. Then back down to your stomach.

“Stop it!” You grabbed Thor’s finger and held on tight as you stared into his eyes. “What are they going to do to him, Thor?”

Like a crack of lightning, Thor’s expression changed. “It won’t be good, dear sister. This will be his second offense. Father will not take that lightly. He might be in the dungeons, permanently.”

“Permanently? He promised to come back.” The thought of never seeing Loki again filled you with dread. Isn’t that what you wanted? Why you left?

 “Why did you guys come here? What made you think that it was ok for him to ignore his conditional release?” you asked angrily.

“To look for you, Violet!” Bruce yelled back. “You were injured! Then on top of that, you asked me to do something horrible and keep that baby a secret. Loki loves you! He went crazy these past few months trying to look for you. And honestly, we were scared too. How could you leave just like that?”

“I…” your lips started to tremble. You had hurt more than Loki, you realized. “I’m sorry, Bruce. Thor. I didn’t think that it would…I never…” More tears ran down your face. You held yourself tightly as your resolve came crumbling down. Your lungs gasped for air as the crushing weight of what you had done came bearing down on you.

You asked Bruce and Stephen to do a horrible thing. You undervalued the opinion of the one you loved the most and decided that he was better off without you. Now, he’s gone. Possibly forever. And it was all because you were too scared to talk. Too scared to admit you were less than. What a surefire way to prove your self-doubt correct.

“Would you believe me if I say I was only trying to do what I thought was right?” You mumbled incoherently through your cries. Callum came in and wrapped his arms around you. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” You cried into his shoulder.

“We know you didn’t, Vee. But the truth is, we’ve been worried sick about you. Loki was too far gone with worry. He even turned Thor into a frog!” Bruce declared pointing to Thor.

“Tis true, milady. I had mucous on my skin days after he changed me back.” Thor said reminiscing with a grimace on his face.

“He loves you, Violet. I hope you can see that. Especially now.” Bruce said. “He sacrificed his freedom to find you and hopefully bring you home.”

You stared quietly at Bruce. A plan was forming in the periphery of your mind. The pieces were falling into place, but now wasn’t the time for thinking. You were going to do exactly what you were good at. And that was running. “Thor. I need to see him.”

“I can’t help you, dear Violet. Once my father has commanded his return…”

“Take me to him. Take me to Asgard!” you demanded.

“What?” “No!” “Absolutely not. Not in your condition.” All three men shouted at once.

“I need to see him. To apologize. To let him know that I was wrong. And to let him know that I never stopped loving him. Please, Thor.” All three looked at you, with varying degrees of concern and worry on their faces.

“Well, Father never said anything about Loki not having visitors.” Thor mused.

“You can’t be serious?!” Callum yelled out. “Can you at least wait till after the baby comes?” he said directed at you.

“No. It has to be now. I don’t know what they’ll do to him, Cal.” You responded.

“OK if you go, then I’ll go with you. There’s no telling what the Bifrost might do to you in your condition.” Bruce decided.

“Really, Bruce?” You looked at him with fondness in your eyes. You had all but forsaken the Avengers, but he was still looking out for you. You hugged him tightly and whispered, “Thank you. I’m so sorry I put you through that. I’m so sorry, Bruce.”

Bruce hugged you tightly, “It’s ok. You’re forgiven. Just…just don’t do it again.”

“Ok. I promise.”

“To Loki or anyone else that cares about you! Understood?”

“I promise,” you said smiling. “Ok, Thor. I’m ready.”

“What about me? Colonel Rhodes is gonna be furious!” Callum said.

“Cal, I have to do this. Loki risked his life to find me after I was selfish and cowardly. I have to save him now. Please tell Rhodey I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to both of you. Ok?”

Cal sighed and gave up. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, “Just promise me this isn’t a goodbye. That I’ll see you and my niece or nephew soon.” His words made you realize something. You’ve been running way too often if even Cal thinks that he might not see you again.

“I’m sorry that you had to ask me that, Cal. Know that I never mean to run from you. You are my family. You will always be home for me.” You hugged your brother fiercely. He always looked out for you. “I’ll be back soon.”

“You better!” he said narrowing his eyes. You squeezed him one last time before turning to Thor. He opened his arms, and you stepped in, hugging his midsection tight. Bruce, on the other side of him, doing the same thing. Thor lifted Mjolnir into the air and called out for Heimdall.

You were instantly surrounded by a kaleidoscope of light, blurring and changing. You felt a pull from up above as if you were being stretched but your feet were heavy and stuck on the ground. Then you felt it. Like you were being freed from the bounds of Earth. As if the gravitational ties that once held you were sprung free and you catapulted into the space beyond. You held on tighter to Thor as Bruce screamed like a banshee in your ear.

In what felt like a rollercoaster slowing and stopping, you arrived feet first onto a gilded marble floor. Thor patted you hard on the back which started your breathing once again. “Are you all right, Violet?” Thor asked concerned.

“Y-yes,” you coughed. “Just needed time for the air to catch up with my lungs!” You took deep long breaths, holding your chest and wincing at the minute pain in your abdomen.

“Welcome to Asgard, your highness. Lady Violet. Doctor Banner.” Heimdall greeted all three of you.

“Good to see you Heimdall. Is father…”

“I have announced your arrival. He is awaiting your appearance in the grand throne room.”

“I thank you,” Thor said nodding in his direction. You looked up at Heimdall. The vision where he helped you did not do him justice. Physically, in the here and now, he was much more impressive. So much grander and brighter. You nodded once in greeting, and he returned it with a smile.

As the three of you made your way down the Bifrost bridge and past the town, you felt a mixture of wonder and sentiment, watching all the places where Loki might have spent his childhood.

When you arrived at the foot of the dais, you were feeling more winded and tired. A slight pain constricting in your lower abdomen and around your back.

“What is the meaning of this?” Odin boomed in the large hall.

“Father, this is Doctor Bruce Banner and Lady Violet Moreau. She wishes to speak with Loki.” Thor introduced you. At the mention of your name, the Allmother stood up.

“This is Lady Violet? The one that has captured my son’s heart?” she smiled as she came down the steps. She came up to you and held out her hands. You bowed down before her. Then placed your hand on hers. “But you are with child!” Frigga noted.

“Yes, your majesty.” You realized how this must look. Exactly what Loki’s parents had warned him and Thor about. A mere nobody coming to the palace claiming that they carry the future line of The Nine Realms. Expecting royal treatment. “I didn’t scheme to entrap him, your highness.”

“Call me Frigga, darling. And NO, I have not once thought that. We had not once thought that,” Frigga said forcefully, looking at her husband.

“I don’t want to make any claims, your majesties. All I ask is to speak…to speak to Loki. And perhaps discuss a few things.” You started wincing and your breathing got erratic. You squeezed Frigga’s hand as a small whimper left your lips.

Frigga’s eyes went vacant and far but quickly came back to their rightful blue. “It is time,” she said holding onto your hand. You screamed in agony as the pain got worse and worse.

“Violet, are you ok? What’s happening? Speak to me?” Bruce said next to you. “Have you been counting your contractions?”

“It’s too early. It’s too early.” You kept repeating.

“Prepare the healer’s bath!” Frigga yelled out to the closest guards.

“What is happening?” Odin demanded. Thor just shrugged, not wanting to get in the way.

“She’s going into labor!” Bruce yelled out.

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