#loki snippets

[catyo90]

Can you please do an imagine where the reader is Loki's wife and a guard flirts with her, and Loki gets protective and jealous and shows the reader who she belongs to?

Marriage Ties

The day was a call for celebration, while it was for the recent victory for Asgard there was a hidden celebration for you and Loki. It had been a year since the wedding of a lifetime. The vibrant drinks and food made you smile as Loki was across the hall speaking to Odin and Thor about the battle. You smiled to yourself as you sipped the fragrant wine as your eyes caught his like a spell.

"Y/n?" Sif said as you brought your attention back to her.

"Forgive me. You were saying?"

"Oh you both are impossible sometimes. I'm surprised Thor hasn't let the cat out of the bag about it."

"We didn't want to bring too much attention to it. After all, its more fun to celebrate it in private."

"Ugh...please don't go into detail." she smirked as she looked at the now empty tankard in her hand. She motioned that she would be back as she looked for one of the servants.

You couldn't help but laugh at the rambunctiousness of the room. Many soldiers were cracking open barrels of ale while some were already drunk under the table. You finished off the last of the wine to suddenly see one of the guards of the palace walk up to you. The heavy smell of alcohol covered him head to toe. Clearly too drunk for his own good.

"Ah my good lady. You are even more fare than Freya and Sif combined. Would...hic.. would you..."

You brought a hand up to the guard. Stopping him from prattling on before he went too far.

"Good sir, I believe your mind is running far in drink. One. I am married to Loki. Two, your far too bold for your own good. If you would please leave me to my own. i would be grateful." you were walking past the guard before you felt a yank on your arm. The guard had grabbed your wrist.

"Oh come on love...No lord like Loki would know how to please a woman like you. Give me a chance and you will change your mind."

You were about to speak before an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you behind their frame. Loki stood in defiance of the guard as another hand was brought up to the guards neck with a knife in hand seated in the crook of the armour.

"Oh my I do believe I misheard you. Care to repeat what you said to my darling wife for me. Then again if you speak my knife may just go a bit to close...for your comfort." The knife was moved just a tad closer as you looked up at Loki seeing his eyes were seething with anger.

The guard stumbled back a bit but feeling the knife inch closer made Loki tsk at the poor sod.

"Ah ah ah. You may not leave until you apologize to me and my wife for your boarish behavior."

The guard looked at you and Loki and started to shake a bit from the glare the god gave him.

"I apologize to my prince, my lady....please."

"That's better." Loki said making the blade disappear with a flick of the wrist causing the guard to grab at his neck in worry as he walked away.

You looked around to see the incident caused a little bit of a stir but with the sudden crack of a barrel against the tables with mead pouring out, soon the celebratory actions resumed.

Before you could say anything you suddenly felt a whisp of magic engulf you and particles of gold and green surrounded you for a moment. You looked away to see Loki had teleported you both outside on the balcony where all the guests would not dare interrupt. Loki walked over to the balcony placing his drink down sighing to himself as he looked lost in his own world.

"That could have gone worse." You say standing beside him finishing the last of your own drink.

"or better in any case. Perhaps I should have turned him into a snake. No....no probably a mouse. Easier to hunt."

You brought a gentle hand to his shoulder feeling the turmoil in his mind.

"My love, will you look at me."

He took a breath as he turned his gaze to you. The look in his eyes, a recognizable pain. Many of the guards as many other Asgardians feared him for his gifts. Some believed he was too sly for his own good.

"Do you remember the day of our wedding. How many looked upon you like you cast a spell on me for my hand."

All Loki could do was nod and his head hung as the memory of leering eyes and hushed whispers throughout the hall echoed.

"Well they were right in a way..." You brought a gentle hand to his face raising his look up to you.

"The moment I saw you...the spell was cast from my heart." You say with a smile.

He smirked as he straightened his stance wrapping an arm around your waist.

"If I recall correctly, you snared mine the moment you talked to me."

"Can you blame me?" you said bringing a hand to his looking out at the vastness of universe, the stars glowed like fireflies the sounds of the whole world faded away for a moment. In that moment it was just the two of you enjoying the company of each other.

He turned to you, a familiar, mischievous smirk playing on his lips, and extended a hand.

“Care for a dance, dear wife?” he purred, his eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.

You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand in his. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and as he pulled you closer, a faint shimmer, like heat haze, began to ripple at the edges of your vision.

The glittering lights of Asgard blurred, the distant music faded, and the solid stone beneath your feet softened, giving way to something yielding and fragrant.

When the world solidified again, you were no longer on the balcony of the royal palace. Instead, you stood in a hidden glen, bathed in the soft glow of bioluminescent flora and the gentle murmur of a hidden waterfall. The air was sweet with the scent of unfamiliar blossoms, and the canopy of ancient trees above you was so dense, it felt as though you were truly alone in the universe.

Loki’s smirk deepened, a glint of triumph in his eyes. “Far more private than a balcony with leering eyes, wouldn’t you agree?” he whispered, his grip still firm on your hand.

“A little trick I picked up. This glen… it’s one of my few secrets.”

You gazed around, utterly captivated. The air here was alive, not just with the scent of blossoms, but with a vibrant, almost tangible energy. Tiny, iridescent lights drifted through the air, and the bioluminescent plants pulsed with a gentle, hypnotic rhythm, painting the moss and leaves in shades of emerald and sapphire. The waterfall, previously a gentle murmur, now sounded like a soft, melodic sigh, the waters shimmering like shattered crystals.

“It’s… incredible, Loki,” you breathed, turning to him, your eyes wide with wonder. “How… how did you do this?”

He gave a low chuckle sounding pleased.

“A touch of illusion, a dash of spatial manipulation, and a great deal of practice. Asgard is full of hidden corners, if one knows where to look, and how to make them truly hidden.”

He gestured with his free hand, and a small, perfectly formed stone bench, covered in soft, glowing moss, materialized beside the waterfall.

“Come. The party can wait. Here, we can truly speak, or simply exist, without the clamor of the masses.”

He led you to the bench, releasing your hand only when you were seated. The moss was surprisingly warm beneath you, and the gentle spray from the waterfall was cool on your skin. Loki settled beside you, his gaze sweeping over the glen, a rare, unguarded contentment softening his features. For a moment, the trickster god seemed to melt away, replaced by something quieter, more profound. The silence that fell between you was not awkward, but filled with the soft hum of the glen, a shared secret in a world of grandeur.

You leaned back slightly, allowing the magic of the place to wash over you. The air felt cleaner, sharper, yet incredibly soothing. You found yourself simply watching him, this complex being who had whisked you away to this intimate, impossible sanctuary. He seemed to sense your gaze, his eyes flicking to yours, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Do you find it… to your liking?” he asked, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“More than words can say,” you confessed, a genuine warmth spreading through you.

“It’s beautiful, Loki. Truly. And thank you for sharing it.”

He merely nodded, but the way his shoulders relaxed, the subtle shift in his posture, told you your words had pleased him more than any grand compliment. You simply sat, bathed in the soft glow, the sounds of the glen a lullaby, and the company of the God of Mischief a surprising, perfect comfort.

The gentle hum of the glen, combined with the profound peace of Loki’s presence, began to lull you. Your eyelids grew heavy, the vibrant lights of the flora blurring into soft streaks. You fought it for a moment, not wanting to miss a single second of this magical experience, but the tranquility was too potent. Your head drooped slightly onto his shoulder, and you felt yourself drifting, the last conscious thought being the quiet contentment of being truly safe, truly at peace, beside him.

When you stirred next, it wasn't on the hard stone bench. You were lying on something incredibly soft, yet firm, enveloped in what felt like the finest silk. A delicate, sweet scent, different from the glen's usual aroma, filled your nostrils.

You blinked, opening your eyes to see the same glowing flora, the same shimmering waterfall, but now, directly under you, was a magnificent bed. It appeared to have sprung from the very earth, its frame crafted from smooth, dark wood that seemed to grow from the moss, adorned with intricate, glowing carvings. The mattress was plump, covered in sheets of deep emerald and sapphire, and a plush, fur-lined blanket was drawn up to your chin.

Loki was lying beside you in the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that familiar, knowing smirk. The soft glow of the glen played across his features, highlighting the sharp planes of his face.

“Sleep well, my love?”

He inquired, his voice a low, amused murmur. He shifted slightly, a subtle invitation in the movement, and the warmth of his presence beside you was a comforting anchor as you snuggled into his embrace.

Both of you shifted, nestling deeper into the soft bedding, and instinctively, you turned towards him. Loki’s smirk softened, and he lowered his head, resting it gently against the pillow beside yours. His free arm curled around you, a light, protective weight across your waist, drawing you closer until you were pressed against his chest.

The fur-lined blanket was pulled higher, cocooning you both in warmth. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your hand, a comforting rhythm that mingled with the gentle sounds of the glen. You sighed contentedly, allowing yourself to relax fully into his embrace, the last vestiges of the world outside this magical sanctuary fading away. For the first time in a long time, you felt utterly, completely at home.

[thosegayoldmen]

Seven Something Sentence Sunday

Thank you for all the wonderful tags guys! So many of you lovlies today! 🥰 @elodiah, @insomniaflarrow, @kcscribbler, @lokimobius, @devilbearingtrouuble, @distracteddream, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mobiusismycomfortcharacter & @wolfpup026

Here's a little something I tapped out today, it's meant to be part of a 5+1 fic I'm attempting and this was the first scene that my brain decided it wanted to try 😁

Definitely more than seven sentences, but I'm a rule breaker! 💪😤

Loki scrubs at his hair with the towel, feeling the rest of the cold water clinging to his skin sliding uncomfortably down the line of his spine. He'd already peeled his sopping wet shirt and tie off the moment they had stepped foot back in the locker rooms, hating the feeling of it clinging to his skin.

Ordinarily he would have dried himself before they'd returned from the timeline, but the sudden downpour had caught them all by surprise, and the timedoors were open and being stepped through before Loki had the chance to do much of anything.

With a sigh, he lets the towel slip down to lay around his shoulders, opening his locker and rummaging around for something clean and dry to put on.

Beside him there's a small thump, the mutterings of a ‘dammit’ and a similar sigh to his own. Loki smiles fondly as he listens to his friend struggle to get out of his armor, peeking around the open door of his locker with an amused grin.

“Having trouble?” He quips, prompting his partner to turn and glare at him. Mobius’ hair is still dripping wet, plastered to his frowning brow as he struggles against his rain soaked clothes. His own towel lays discarded on the nearby bench as he fumbles to reach for a buckle under his arm, clothing squeaking in the otherwise empty locker room. Loki chuckles as Mobius’ wet fingers slide uselessly over the clasp for the fourth time.

“Stop laughing and help me out, would'ya?” With a fake roll of his eyes, Loki steps up behind him with hands outstretched to assist. A smile still pulls at his lips and something warm and familiar settles in his chest, despite the cold chill of his still damp skin.

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[realcoffinpuppy]

One Fated Advocate: Loki x Reader Snippet.

“Dearest,” he calls to you softly, trying to ease you, “just listen to the stars and let them guide me to you. I don’t want you to fade.” 

Every word that slips past Loki’s lips sends you spiraling more and more into confusion. Why had he been calling you starlight? What was this threat if it wasn’t him? You still had your immense doubts, feeling almost petrified by all these unanswered questions. So when you had turned in hopes for those gentle and brightened shores to greet you a way out, a twisted nightmare ensued that led you all the way to Manhattan, New York. 

The clear skies you’d wish to see were clouded and filled with debris. The smell of fire, rubble and blood fill your nose as you run further and further into the hellscape that was your past. 

Chitauri whirr and zip overhead in a fast pace; the force of their tailwinds sending you forward on the ground with a hard and long scrape against the concrete. You can see the trail of blood from your palms paint the ground beneath you; the pain from your head throbs immensely by impact. 

You can hear Iron Man’s pulsators zip by, cascading bright lines above to further stop the evil that floods your hometown. Though your attention doesn’t stick on the hero for too long when another stampede of frightened people burst from behind you in trepidation of what is pushing them along. In a hurry, you scramble to your feet and bound the same way. 

In all honesty, you’re not sure what it is exactly that you’re running from if not the Chitauri above. The feeling of dread drowns you into a mindless heap of terror as you take cover underneath a car next to a closed alleyway. You don’t know where else to go and it’s the only thing that was close enough to shield you from any eyes or danger. 

The car you are hiding underneath is picked up and launched into a nearby building, causing more debris and chaos to fall upon you. Your screams are halted by the dust that infiltrated your lungs and you cough trying to get up once more. 

“You insignificant cattle will always kneel.” 

Loki, The God of Mischief, stands before you with a gaze that you completely recognize and it sends you to freeze. It only furthers his amusement as he glares down at you. That is until those tendrils that you see are vine-like encase you in a shield, protecting you of whatever plans that Loki had. It’s sudden, fast and instant.

“I didn’t realize it was this bad…” Loki’s voice echoes in your head and you’re already quick to try and escape the confines he’s got you in. 

“Let me out,” you gasp and heave, trying to claw through the glowing ropes, “out! Out!” You beg.

You’re soon transported back into a place that looks where you always wanted to be. There’s the distant shores, trees, calm and quiet. Loki reappears with a small whoosh of magic and in fear you fall backwards landing on the sand. The glowing vines fade off as you pathetically attempt to catch your breath. 

Loki looks contemplative and anguished as he looks at you. For a long moment, he says nothing and waves a slightly glowing palm in front of himself, showing himself on a lonesome throne. 

“I am sorry, for everything, my dear starlight—”

“Stop–,’’ a gasp, “calling me that.” you shakily get up to your feet and clench your fists. 

“I will keep you safe.” Loki promised, “I will. You don’t understand and that’s okay but you just have to listen. It’s only a matter of time before—”

A thud of the ground makes you nearly fall again and Loki’s eyes dart around, seeing the cracks in the sky and below. In a desperate attempt to keep you safe once more, a ball of powerful light shoves you back with immense speed and sends you flying backwards. With the forces pushing you further and further away from what was your imagined oasis, Loki’s voice follows. 

Just listen and only trust me. 

Your back smashes against your mattress and you gasp before jolting up in a cold sweat. Silence aside from the bustling city outdoors reaches your ears, almost as loud as your thudding heart. 

Bucky is not going to believe this one. 

[agent-birdnoises]

Sometimes I like to think about Loki and Mobius kissing for the first time, with all the sparks and fire and careful tenderness. And then Loki pulls back, scowls hard and announces, "You taste like that atrocious radioactive pie from the Automat!"

Before Mobius has a chance to react to that in any manner, though, Loki swiftly goes back for another kiss because sometimes you just have to make sacrifices for the greatest things in life, right?

[in-my-loki-feels]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @kcscribbler @elodiah and @distracteddream for the tags! Here's a little more of the Avengers AU follow-up that got a little angsty on me. <3

“You were gone from my sight for a time.” Heimdall’s words were a low rumble. Loki looked up and found golden eyes staring back. Under that piercing gaze, he felt flayed open, his most secret thoughts revealed. When the Mad Titan had found him floating in the Void, rescued him only to let the Chitauri have their fun first, Loki had been too proud to call for help. It was only when his defenses were completely crumbled, when he was left alone in his cell for weeks, that he had begged Heimdall to return him to Asgard. Silence had been his answer. He had cursed the guardian then—his pain and fury later fueling the course Thanos set him on—but if what Heimdall was saying was true… Loki swallowed and looked away, his eyes stinging. If the Mad Titan had not so thoroughly hid Loki’s presence, would Heimdall have pulled him home? There was no point in asking now, but as he looked up and met Heimdall’s eyes again, he thought he knew the answer.

No pressure tags for @blackbirdofasgard @wolfpup026 @silentxsymphony @thosegayoldmen !

[tension4mari]

Freak like meeee

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♡︎ Sum~ Just a snippet of Sub!Loki 😩

♡︎ Warnings~ 18+ NOT KID FRIENDLY!!, Female reader!, smut, Cursing , light bondage, Male receiving, Pet names from both sides, Loki calling reader ‘ma’am, & mistress, reader calls loki ‘Darling’ & ‘Baby’ Ooc Loki!, porn no plott!!

Proofread!! First time writing for Loki 😩 And i love itt!!

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ꕥ”Ughh” a small groan came from the mouth of the God of mischief he was in complete shambles. Underneath a mere mortal who should have no right of treating a goddess like this.

ꕥ She had him tied to the headboard of the modest bed frame. “Y/n’.. please.. i need this more than anything” she heard the God call from under her.

ꕥ”Hm? Is that so?” She coo’d under her breath to the arch of his neck, he could feel her warm breath on his pale neck. “Yes, i really do..” he moaned with shut eyes. “Well! If you really did you wouldn’t haven’t forgot to call me the right name? Now.. call me what you must but don’t be expected to be rewarded after, dear.” She says grinding on him before slowly getting up looking him in his green eyes.

ꕥ”Wait, wait wait wait! Im sorry Ma’am forgive me please. Im sorry! It was a mistake i promise.” You stare at him for a quick second before replying to the desperation. “Awe, isn’t that cute darling? Begging for me? I feel so special..” She replies before letting her hand guide itself to his hardened dick.

ꕥ”euggh please..” Loki moans again, bucking his hips into her hand more. “Did i say to move? Stop acting so spoiled before i stop completely!” She replies squeezing his cock with much force. “I-im sorry-“ she hears him reply. “Thats more like it.”

ꕥHaving enough from the teasing she makes her way back onto the bed, sitting between his spread legs, “Im going to take such good care of you baby..” she says eying him carefully. “You would like your mitress to do so.. wouldn’t you dear?” he’s hypnotize by the look in her eyes. “Yes.. i would like so very much..” he says “Hm?” She says lowly “Mitress…” he says giving her what she wanted “Ahh! Thought so..”

ꕥShe makes slow moves on his pink flushed cock, Moving her hands up and down in a slow pace before going a bit faster. She could her the God moaning is pleasure and pain under her, the pain only being from how long she was holding off on him.

ꕥEnough with her soft hands she moves her face towards his aching cock, licking a long stride of her tongue on his dick. “Are you ready for my mouth dear?” She doesn’t wait for an answer before taking him fully into her greedy mouth. “Fuckkk! Feels so good. D-don’t stop” Loki says. Hands shaking in the rope she has tied around his hands.

ꕥ”Mhm!” She groans on his cock, he feels the vibration from it and bucks into her mouth more. “Shiitt” he says feeling himself coming over the edge.

ꕥHe know he shouldn’t come without her permission, thats why he open his tear filled eyes, staring at her between his toned thighs giving her a desperate look for permission to come. She looks up at him with half lidded eyes and a mouth full of cock before she nods her head giving him permission to release himself into her wet mouth.

ꕥIm coming!!” He yells out before finally releasing himself into her mouth. She sucks a bit more to overstimulate him just a little “No! No more, please. i cant do it Ma’am!” He begs her to stop. “Ahh~ of course darling, i know you cant take anymore.. I’ll stop, for your sake.” She says after pulling herself off his limp cock.

ꕥIn less than 3 minutes she has the ropes untied from his wrist and ankles. Shes laid on her stomach, hands on her face and feet kicking up and down on the edge of the bed. Watching Loki slip his clothes back on. “How’d i do Loki? Did i do good?” She says admiring his perfect side profile.

ꕥYou did good..” he’s hesitant to say your name but then quickly catching himself. “Y/n..” he says after pulling his shirt over his head. “Ahh~ i knew it..” she says smiling at him harder “Don’t get used to me like this,mortal…” He says after pulling. She knows the given name ‘Mortal’ was supposed to hurt her.. She didn’t care not one bit ”Mhm..Sure” she says softly laughing. “Tsk..What am i going to do with you..” he says before leaving the room.

ꕥHe’ll be back for round two later on~” she says rolling over onto her back.

ꕥLoki heard her, his face is now flushed red with embarrassment because she hasn’t told a single lie.. He surely will be back!

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He is so UGHH 😩😩

[stargirl720]

POV sibling telepathic/instant communication and understanding when bitches got dumb ideas. Loki is 103 yrs old, and thor is 597.

“We can’t really get close to the entrance without the alarm sounding through the fortress. But I can cloak us, if you’d like, and we could knock them out rapidly,” Loki suggested.

Thor smirked, turning to look at his younger brother. “I have a better idea.”

Loki immediately disliked the look on his face.

“What is it?” He asked with a grimace.

“Do you remember –“

“- Oh, no. You are not doing this to me!” Loki whisper-shouted at his brother. “No! It was funny when I was three feet tall and one-hundred and fifty pounds, but I am a grown man, and you will not be –“

Well. He tried.

“GET HELP!” Thor shouted as he stumble towards the guarded doors, dragging the limp form of his brother next to him, an arm around his waist. “Somebody, please, he’s dying!”

Their enemies all looked between each other, baffled at the approach – until Thor finally got close enough.

“HELP HIM!” Thor shouted as he launched his brother at the four confused guards, knocking most of them out in one move.

Loki wheezed on top of them, struggling to his feet before kicking the head of the one still conscious. “Brother, you’re an ass sometimes,” he hissed, rubbing his aching back. He’d only gotten mildly stabbed in the endeavor, thankfully.

“You love me anyway,” Thor said as he jogged forward, and he chuckled. “It works every time.” Then he kicked through the front door, and the group of six got to work on beating the ever-loving shit out of the group of seidr-wielders.

[crystalclearwright]

He told me I was born to be a King.

Then he told me that my birthright was to die as a child, cast out.

So what else did he lie about, besides my origins?

Did he lie every time he said he loved me?

[tealdropsworld]

Wip Wednesday

Thanks for the tag: @thosegayoldmen !

ahem, about that Valentine’s Day fluffy domestic fluff with some on brand bickering that I’ll eventually finish…

A sudden idea hits Loki out of the blue, as if he just got struck by one of Thor’s lightnings—

“Loki?” Then Mobius calls his name and squeezes his leg underneath the blanket, and Loki forgets it all. Loki can’t help it—Mobius looks so ravishing with his unruly hair that has been getting quite long and portraying a tantalising view of his bare torso because the upper buttons on his shirt are left undone, the lamp light reflecting on the silver hair on his chest… it all makes Loki’s mouth water.

Loki wants Mobius all the time; he wants him forever.

“Earth to Loki?” Mobius waves a hand in front of him. Loki tries to get his mind out of the gutter.

“We aren’t even on Midgard…” he argues.

“Don’t cha say, smartass.”

Tagging: @elodiah @lokimobius @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kcscribbler @kusakichan15 @in-my-loki-feels

And basically everyone else who wants to do it 🫶

[galaxythreads]

This was never going to be a happy story. Thor + Loki

Like Smoke in the Air, Remedial // Stars, Hide Your Fires, charlottelennox // my body is a cage, moonmagicked // Twist of Fate, waterandsilver // You Screamed For So Long We Forgot To Care Anymore, galaxythreads // i almost made it through a year (of choking down my fears), unintentionallyangsty // You Screamed For So Long We Forgot To Care Anymore, galaxythreads // A Moment Of Peace, Loxxlay (kenobster) // Drawing Keys With Water, galaxythreads // Appropriation, TheThirdMarauder // The Dedicated Brother, storyteller_of_the_forest // Premonition, Sundial_At_Night // speed the collapse (scatter what remains), 100indecisions // Stars, Hide Your Fires, charlottelennox

[cosmic0artist]

Loki cracks open one bleary eye just as the bed dips beside him, and then a weight presses against him, warm and solid and unmistakable.

Thor.

Loki blinks sluggishly as his brother tucks himself against his side, the blanket pulling slightly as Thor wriggles beneath it. His golden hair is messy, sticking up in every direction, and his blue eyes are wide and watchful, filled with concern far too serious for a boy of his age.

“You’re sick again,” Thor whispers, frowning.

Loki sniffles, burrowing his face into his pillow. “Go away.” His voice is hoarse, scratchy.

Thor, of course, does not go away.

Instead, he shifts closer, throwing an arm over Loki’s smaller frame, holding him the way he always does when they are supposed to be sleeping but instead whispering secrets beneath the covers late into the night. Loki makes a weak noise of protest, squirming, trying to turn himself away. “You’ll get sick too.”

“No, I won’t,” Thor huffs. “I’m strong.” He says it with all the confidence of a child who has never fallen ill a day in his life, and Loki resents him deeply for it.

Still, he does not push him away.

Thor is warm, but in a way that soothes, not irritates. His grip is steady, his presence solid, grounding. Real. Loki sniffles again, his throat tight, and Thor presses a kiss to his temple, as he’s seen their mother do countless times before.

“Amma always kisses us when we are sad,” Thor says simply, peering at Loki's face. “Did it help?” Loki wants to tell him no. He wants to be irritated, wants to shove him away, wants to curl in on himself and wallow in his own misery. But instead, he only lets out a small, exhausted sigh, his body relaxing into the comforting presence of his brother beside him.

“…A little.”

[thosegayoldmen]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @elodiah! (I'm very very early today so only future Elo got to me first 😋)

Some more of that patching up fic! Slowly but surely working my way through this one. 😁

TW. Minor mentions of blood

Loki pulls the knot of Mobius’ tie loose, popping his top two buttons one handed in an impressively swift movement. It almost seems practiced, and Mobius tries not to think about who else Loki might have had the pleasure of rehearsing on.  Nimble fingers pluck the buttons free, jerking him abruptly as Loki yanks his collar to the side. Before Mobius can begin to protest at the rough undressing, Loki slides the antiseptic wipe into the newly exposed space, dipping into the warm hollow of his collarbone where the blood has begun to pool, and firmly silencing him.  Goosebumps break out across Mobius’ skin, and he fights the shiver that threatens to run through him as Loki slowly starts to drag the wipe up the length of his neck, following the trail of blood. It's cold, it's wet, but it's still not entirely unpleasant. Especially when Loki’s other hand is cupping his cheek, and his gaze is on him so intently. Maybe there’s something to be said about how willingly Mobius offers up his throat, or the way he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as Loki stares down at him - but Mobius is having trouble thinking about anything right now. Anything except how suddenly close Loki’s face is to his, that is.   He automatically tilts his head further into Loki’s hand, cheek pressing against his cool palm as he allows him more room. The bob of his throat is all the reaction he allows himself, swallowing any potential sounds he might otherwise make with a soft click. 

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @blackbirdofasgard @kcscribbler @thosegayoldmen @andthekitchensinkao3 and @distracteddream thank you!

Sharing a snippet from Chapter 15 from Dividing Lines, co-written by the amazing @lgwilt

Don fidgeted as the elevator rose, wishing he hadn’t bought the flowers. He wasn’t sure if he and Loki were at that stage yet, let alone if they were even a couple. Or maybe he should have bought something more expensive, like roses or lilies, instead of the out-of-season daisies he currently held in his hands? 

The elevator dinged and the woman disembarked, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she passed. Don sniffed at his shirt. It smelled clean but maybe he should have worn something nicer, like that cashmere sweater Loki bought him instead of an old college t-shirt. He glanced at his dishevelled reflection in the glossy elevator walls. He probably should have combed his hair, too. And texted Loki to let him know he was coming to visit his apartment for the first time. Hell, anything would have been better than what he was currently doing – showing up unannounced, in rumpled clothes with wilted flowers. 

Just as he’d decided to push the elevator button back down to the lobby – leaving the visit for another day – the doors opened and all of Don’s worries about his clothes, his hair, and the flowers faded away.

Not tagging anyone specific since it’s late in the day. Consider this a tag back though for the next week!

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A snippet from a Doctor Strange x Reader x Loki Odinson WIP

I had to write it if only for myself. Loki and Doctor Strange are confronted by the rest of the Avengers about their connection to Reader

"So what the hell is going on with you three? Are you a throuple or something? Do Asgardians do poly, Thor?" Tony addresses the elephant in the room with no hesitation.

Thor looks distinctly uncomfortable at the blunt question, glancing over at Loki as though trying to find the right words. However, before he can speak up, it’s Loki who addresses the room without a hint of shame in his voice.

“As it stands, yes. We are a throuple.” He replies, his bluntness and confidence throwing everyone off. The Asgardian God doesn’t seem bothered as his cool eyes look around the room, taking in the reactions of the rest of the Avengers as they process the revelation.

"That's not exactly true," Stephen interrupts before the group can get raucous with their impending questions. "The both of us are engaged in a relationship with her...simultaneously...but the two of us" He points between himself and Loki, "Do not share any affections toward each other besides respect and general human decency."

Everyone is surprised at the revelation, with several mouths dropping open. However, Tony is the first to break the silence.

“So, wait, lemme get this straight. She's in a relationship with the Sorcerer Supreme and the God of Mischief.” He says incredulously, sounding as though he can’t comprehend the idea.

From a wheelchair at the door the woman of the moment responds, "Yea that's what they said, Stark, you losing listening comprehension at your age already?"

Loki rushes forward, "Darling, you should be resting."

"Sweetheart," Stephen addresses you with a stern tone obviously displeased with you being outside of the infirmary.

"I couldn't leave the two of you to the wolves when this concerns all of us. Now wheel me into the room. My arms are tired," You tell the men. Stephen moves behind you and pushes you as Loki makes a space between the chairs the two of them were seated at. Once you're settled Loki sits down and takes your right hand.

Stephen sits and whispers in your ear "You are as stubborn as an ox woman. If it's too painful just tell one of us and we will bring you back to the infirmary."

You nod and smile at Stephen as he sits down and take your left hand. You could feel everyone watching you. Tony is staring at you like he's never seen you before.

"I have a casual relationship with the both of them that started several months ago. I wouldn't say we are a throuple or even separate couples really. But we care about each other and spend time together privately. That is why I was a target for the kidnapping, because they somehow knew that Loki and I are involved." You explain to the room.

The room is quiet following your statement, with most of the members of the team still trying to process the revelation. However, Tony once again is the first one to jump in.

“Several months?" He repeats, his eyes widening in incredulity. “You’ve been getting it on with the God of Lies and the Wizard for several months and none of us knew? Seriously?”

"Honestly I'm a little surprised we never got caught once." I chuckle, wincing when it jostles my ribs.

Loki rubs his thumb into your hand and smirks "We were rather adventurous on occasion."

"Ignore these two, we all use various magic to keep our privacy," Stephen insists though he does blush knowing that you have definitely taken some risks and had some close calls with being caught. Stephen’s cheeks flush slightly pink despite himself as he remembers all the times you had almost got caught.

Meanwhile, several of the other Avengers are giving the three of you looks of disbelief at some of the words being thrown out. Clint raises a hand to speak up, “Exactly how adventurous are we talking here?”

"Nope, no do not answer that," Natasha finally interrupts, "You guys are acting like teenagers. They are three consenting adults in an expanded relationship. it's not weird it's just not the norm. Stop asking about their private escapades. I'm more interested in how she got these two to agree to it. I had thought both of them were the alpha male type."

"Honestly, Loki has more of a verse/switch/Omega vibe and Stephen is more Alpha male," You chime in, feeling the pain meds really kicking in now as your vision gets blurry.

Meanwhile, Tony looks positively giddy at the mention of Loki being anything but an Alpha type, a smirk on his face. “Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, a submissive. I never thought I’d hear the day.”

"No, Tony, I am pansexual, and personally sharing is neither here nor there. I am also not merely a submissive I am a switch and can partake in all roles of debauchery depending on my mood and my partner. Stephen here is the one that likes to tame the brat." Loki says casually, like this isn't an incredibly inappropriate conversation. You glance at Stephen and can tell that the part of him that is possessive isn't all that pleased with having his sexual exploits discussed in front of everyone.

Stephen is definitely not enjoying this conversation whatsoever, the displeasure on his face evident. However, it’s not just Loki’s words that are bothering him, but the way that Clint, Tony and Thor are looking at him as well.

“The Sorcerer Supreme is a…dom?” Clint remarks, his eyes flickering over to Stephen, his tone amused.

This comment is the last that Stephen can handle, and he finally snaps back. “Is there anything else concerning our personal lives that you’d like to discuss?

The bite in histone and the rumble of his deep voice makes you smirk knowingly, without realizing it you say your thought outloud, "There he is."

Loki snickers as well, having clearly caught onto what you’ve noticed. However, Tony, Thor and Clint remain blissfully clueless, the latter of the three continuing to push.

“Oh, come on, Strange. I don’t mind hearing about your bedroom prowess. I’d like to hear all the juicy details.” Clint pushes, clearly intrigued by Stephen's obvious discomfort. You come to his rescue.

"How about this? Loki is the king of foreplay and teasing and any kink you can think of he has tried which means he is a well of knowledge and slow pleasurable torture, as much as he can easily get both of us off with a quickie. Stephen has an enormous cock that really just makes me understand the whole 'fucked dumb' concept really well because he has taught me a lesson or two with that third leg about teasing him." It becomes apparent to everyone that you're a little high from the pain meds but then they register what you just said, and the reactions are amusing to Loki and equally embarrassing and ego boosting for Stephen.

Loki’s smirk widens into a toothy grin while Tony and Clint’s mouths drops open in shock. Thor actually looks a little impressed, while Cap just looks like he very much regrets being involved in the conversation.

However, it’s the reaction of the Sorcerer that’s the most interesting, with a deep dark blush immediately staining his cheeks a bright pink. He opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out, which causes Loki to snicker once more.

"In a totally not gay way, I need to see it." Tony finally breaks the silence.

“Oh my god.” Stephen finally manages to choke out the words, his cheeks now an even darker shade of red due to the comment.

Clint bursts out into laughter and Thor doesn’t even try to hide his own amusement, clearly enjoying the reaction. Cap is still looking horrified, but even he’s not able to quite hide the hint of a smile at your words. Loki meanwhile just smirks even more as he watches the Sorcerer’s reaction.

"Tony it's as thick as my forearm." You reply in a very loud stage whisper, not caring that it would fuel Tony even more.

"That's it, drop trou Strange, there is no way she's telling the truth. And if she is I also need to know." Tony said.

Stephen is now practically speechless, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the words to respond.

“Wha- No. There’s no goddamn way I’m dropping my pants Tony.”

"Tony!" You are definitely loopy as you nearly fall out of the wheelchair and onto Stephen's lap with Loki's help. Loki, for his part is now standing making sure your swaying figure doesn't slide off the Sorcerer's lap. "He's mine, you can't look."

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the ever-early @elodiah, of course.

I am super secretive in WIP-land this week, so have some dialogue that I'm pretty sure isn't going to make the final cut in the next chapter.

“Thor seems to think he’s telling the truth.” “Thor’s judgment calls on family character are not exactly my idea of a gold standard.” “No, but he does know his brother,” Steve points out. “And that one, that Loki, is not his brother. He can control time. That’s powerful magic, and something Thor said he’d never seen before. Loki didn’t get that from the Cube.” “Thor also said the bureaucrat could play the magic whack-a-mole game. Which he’s categorically refused to do in front of the rest of us. So how much of all of this is just smoke and mirrors?” “Good point.”

No-pressure Tagging @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @lokimobius @thosegayoldmen @in-my-loki-feels @impulsemuppet

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks to @distracteddream's President Loki snippet from last week, I found myself returning to my beloved Bad Things 'verse, specifically the collar fic. :3 I was able to untangle the part I'd been stuck on and make good progress on it, so hopefully I can finish and share it sometime soon. 💚

Thank you @thosegayoldmen @elodiah @lokimobius @tealdropsworld and @kcscribbler for the tags! <3

Loki heard the outer garage door rattle open, then keys in the lock. Don did a double-take as he came into the kitchen, seeing Loki waiting with his arms crossed. For a moment, Loki thought he saw relief flash across Don’s face, before he turned to shut the door.  Loki knew when Don caught sight of what lay on the table because he went very still. Then he too-casually turned back to face Loki. He had a plastic bag in one hand, his keys in the other, and a motorized drill under one arm. “What is that?” Don said.  Loki had to force his lips apart to respond. “You’re well aware of what it is.”  Don glanced at the collar then back at Loki. “I mean what is it doing here, on the kitchen table?”  When Loki said nothing, Don finally put two and two together. He sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.  “Loki, I’m not going to punish you. You’re an adult—a god,” he added dryly. “You make your own decisions and you live with the consequences.”  The last word made Loki’s skin prickle. Did Don have something worse in mind? “It’s not a punishment,” Loki said, even though it was. “It’s…an offer.”  Don only stared at him, a slight frown on his face that Loki couldn’t read. Loki shifted uneasily. Don was usually such an open book; he didn’t enjoy not knowing how this conversation would end.  “Let me fix the door and then we’ll talk.”

I was rushing to post, so an open tag this time! <3