#loki x abused reader

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The Savior ~ A Loki x Reader story~

Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

[vbecker10]

Can you do a jealous ex where reader is with Loki and the ex starts getting mad and starts texting and calling reader constantly then one day she forgot her phone and Loki reads the texts and listens to the voicemails then reader comes home to a concerned Loki because reader got hurt somehow?

She's Mine Now

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You and Loki have only just started dating and you're worried your ex-boyfriend will ruin everything. You've been able to hide how often your ex contacts you but one night he calls over and over while you are with Loki. After finally admitting to Loki what has been going on, the God of Mischief takes matters into his own hands.

Warnings: controlling ex-boyfriend, jealous ex-boyfriend, some vague mentions of previous abuse (nothing specific), arguing, swearing, threatening language, name calling, Loki being super protective

A/N: I'm so so so sorry it took me ages to get to this. I'm finally going through my request box and I loved this the minute I saw it. I changed it just a little but I hope that's OK. Thank you for sending it! I hope you like it! 💚

Also... I realized as I was proofreading this that I never named the ex-boyfriend so it's whatever you want it to be lol pick any jerk you know haha

Loki sits on the end of his couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers run slowly up and down your arm. You've only been together a month but you have completely fallen for him. You look up at him and smile when he laughs at the movie you selected.

He notices you watching him and kisses your nose causing you to giggle. "The movie is more interesting than I am, I assure you," he jokes.

"I've seen it," you respond but rest your head against him again.

Everything about him makes you want to tell him how perfect he is and how deeply you love him but you are afraid to. A small voice inside you keeps holding you back from opening up to him the way you want to. Every time you told you ex-boyfriend you loved him, he would tell you that you sounded clingy or needy or desperate. You don't want Loki to feel the same so you keep those three words to yourself.

Loki's fingers move from your arm to your back, moving in slow circles. You close your eyes and focus on how calming it feels but then his hand moves further up. He begins playing with your hair, his eyes still fixed on the screen, a small smile on his lips. You try to keep your thoughts from racing as you feel a familiar pit growing in your stomach. He's upset, he doesn't like your hair this way, your inner voice starts to spread panic throughout your body, he's going to grab a fistful of it any second and yell at you. You tense as his fingers gently run through your hair and he notices the change in your behavior.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks, he removes his hand and looks down at you concerned.

"Yea, I just-" you look down and begin playing with the sleeve on your sweater as your mind replays what happened the last time you got a haircut without talking to your ex first. "I'm sorry, I- I was going to ask you before I cut my hair. I know I should have but I was only going for a trim so I thought it was okay but then I saw a shorter style I really liked and I just went for it but-"

He cuts off your words suddenly when his lips met yours, your whole body responds to his kiss and the feeling of his hand softly touching your cheek, relaxing you instantly. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours so he knows you are listening to him. "It's your hair darling. You can do what you like with it," he gently plays with the ends of your hair. "You don't need to ask me to do things like this," he says as if it is obvious.

You nod and remind yourself for the hundredth time that Loki is not your ex-boyfriend.

He settles back on the couch, bringing you with him easily, his arm around you. He smiles and adds, "I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you that you look beautiful today."

You blush and bury your face against his chest, the heavy feeling inside of you vanishing completely. He kisses the top of your head and goes back to watching the movie. You close your eyes and force the images of your ex-boyfriend's reaction from your mind, replacing them with Loki's words.

Half an hour later your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You lean forward to try and reach for it but Loki keeps his arm around you. You giggle and try again but he doesn't let go. He looks down at you and smirks, "Where do you think you're going?"

Your phone continues to vibrate. "I need to answer my phone," you roll your eyes.

He looks back towards the TV and dramatically puts his foot on the edge of the coffee table, sliding it further away from you as he straightens his leg.

"Loki!" you laugh as a smile spreads across his lips. He finally loosens his grip so you can get up. You pick up your phone but as soon as you see the number, you end the call and put it face down on the table.

"Who is it?" he asks.

"Wrong number," you answer with a shrug but the laughter is gone from your voice.

You sit heavily next to him and he waves his hand to bring the table back to its original spot. He doesn't respond but you know he can tell you are lying, his expression has become serious and his eyes remain fixed on your phone. Before you can think of a better excuse, your phone begins to vibrate again. You grab it and hang up quickly without stopping to see the number, you know who is calling.

"Who is it, Y/N?" he asks again, his tone is curious but you can feel your nerves getting worse.

"It's no one," you tell him as you tug on your sleeve again.

He sighs at your response and turns off the TV. "I don't like being lied to," he says as he faces you.

"I know," you shrink away from him, waiting for him to yell or tell you to leave.

"Y/N," he reaches out to touch your chin lightly, wanting you to look at him but you flinch away from his touch involuntary. He pulls away as well, giving you more space instead of invading yours. You look up after a moment and instead of seeing anger in his eyes as you expect, he looks sad.

You know in your heart Loki would never hurt you but your instincts had forced you to distance yourself from him. When your ex was upset because you had lied or had done something he thought was wrong, he could be unpredictable.

Your phone vibrates again and he sighs as he picks it up off the table. He hands it to you and says, "Whoever it is must really want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to him," you tell Loki, trying to hold back your tears. You toss it away from you wanting it as far from you as possible. It skims over the top of the coffee table and lands on the ground in front of the TV.

"Who keeps calling you, Y/N?" he asks again and this time you know you need to answer him.

You tuck your legs underneath you and move further away from Loki, wrapping your arms around yourself. He shifts his body to face you but doesn't move any closer. "It's my ex-boyfriend," you tell him, you try to keep the fear from your voice but you know he hears it.

"The one Wanda told me about?" he asks, his eyes glance towards your phone and you see a flash of anger cross his face.

You nod but don't say anything else, you had barely mentioned your ex to Loki for so many reasons. You aren't sure how much Wanda told Loki but it was obviously more then you had ever shared with him.

"Please talk to me," he says, moving towards you slowly, testing to see if you will pull away again. "I don't understand why he would still be calling you. I thought you ended things with him months before I met you."

"He started calling and texting me again a few days after our first date," you finally admit to Loki. "I don't know how he even found out about us..." your voice trails off as you look down.

You feel Loki move closer to you again and your body tenses as you prepare for an argument or worse, you shouldn't have hidden this from him, it was as bad as lying.

"I'm not texting him back I promise. I always ignore him. I don't want him to call me but he just keeps doing it, I've asked him to stop but he won't," you say quickly, all in one breath. Loki opens his mouth to say something but you are too afraid to give him a chance. "I didn't want you to be upset, that's why I didn't tell you, I wasn't trying to hide anything or lie about it, I'm sorry," you feel the apology pouring out as it had so many times with your ex. You cover your face with your hands but can't stop the first few tears from escaping.

"I'm not upset Y/N," he says softly. He gently touches your hands and slowly takes them away from your face, "I'm worried about you, that's all."

You look at him, not having expected that response. When your ex found out you were texting Wanda after work, he had been furious. He had never met her and didn't want you telling a stranger anything about him or your relationship.

"I'm sorry," you mumble quietly, not even sure what you are sorry for anymore.

"Please stop apologizing," he says in a calm voice, "You haven't done anything wrong." He wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nod and without thinking you answer him, "Sorry."

He gives you a half smile and puts his arms around you, pulling you close. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your cheek to his chest as he rubs your back slowly. He holds you and sighs, "I don't know what he did to you... and I will never ask you to tell me," he adds when you look up at him, "But I need you to remember that I am not him. I never want you to be scared of me, you can tell me anything."

"I know," you wipe your eyes again. "I'm sorry-"

He raises an eyebrow at you and you let out a small laugh. "There's that beautiful smile I love so much," he smiles in return.

A few hours later, Loki lays awake staring at the ceiling, wishing you hadn't left. He has told you on numerous occasions that he sleeps much better when you are curled up in his arms. Unfortunately, you need to run an errand before work tomorrow so you had gone back to your apartment after the movie finished. Closing his eyes, he rolls over but sits up quickly when he hears a faint buzzing sound.

He gets out of bed and follows the sound into his living room. Loki looks around as the buzzing gets louder until he finally sees your phone lighting up on the floor just under the tv stand. You must have forgotten you threw it there when your ex-boyfriend was calling. He was worried when you didn't text him to say you arrived home like you always did, so at least now he knows why.

He stands still for a moment, watching it ring as he debates what to do next. The call ends and he bends down to pick it up then he takes a seat on the couch. After a few seconds, it vibrates once more notifying him that there is a new voicemail.

He sits back, phone in one hand with his other hand over his eyes. Loki trusts you more than anyone he has ever known, on Midgard or on Asgard and doesn't want you to think he's invading your privacy. It's not you he wants to check up on, it's your ex-boyfriend. Everything he knows about him, he heard from Wanda in one very short but eye opening conversation. She only told him what little she knew but it was enough for Loki to know that you deserved better. He sounded like a man you weren't safe with and your reaction to his calls tonight confirmed that for him. Loki would do anything to protect you so he takes a deep breath and unlocks your phone.

Thankfully he remembers your password, you had told him what it was last weekend so he could send himself some pictures you took together at the museum. He opens your call history and covers his mouth with his hand in shock. Fifty-three missed calls in the last week alone, he stares at the number in disbelief. You hadn't answered a single call but still he attempted to reach you over and over. Most of the calls came in groups late at night, like they had while you were watching the movie.

He opens your texts, feeling both guilty for looking around and angry knowing what he will likely find. He smiles a bit when he sees how you've saved his name in your phone, Mischief 💚, but immediately frowns when he sees an unsaved number right below his conversation with you.

He clicks on it, at first he barely reads the words, he just scrolls further and further down hoping to find the end. He sees text after text after text, some are long rants while others are a single insulting word and it seems to go on forever. Once a day is a text from you pleading with him to leave you alone but it only seems to enrage him.

Loki quickly goes from upset to angry to furious as he reads the threats and insults your ex-boyfriend had thrown at your over the last few weeks. He grinds his teeth as he thinks about you being afraid of your ex and the things he has done to you. He sits back and types out a lengthy reply but at the last second he deletes it.

With a smirk he sits forward with his elbows on his knees and begins to type a new, much shorter message. He hits send and waits a few moments. Your phone vibrates when your ex replies and Loki turns off your phone before going back to his room.

You look both ways and cross the street quickly, excited to finally see Loki for lunch like you do every day. You spot him sitting on his usual bench just past the entrance to the park, lost in his book. You smile when he looks up, his book vanishing as he stands. He hugs you tightly then leans down to give you a kiss.

"I missed you," you tell him, his arms still around you.

"Then you shouldn't have left last night," he smiles. "Oh, I believe this is yours," he takes your phone out of his pocket.

"Thanks. I can't believe I forgot it, that was really stupid," you shake your head. You had realized when you got home last night that you had left it at Loki's but it was too late to go back.

Your heart stops when you realize its your ex-boyfriend. You look up at Loki, one of his arms is still around you but his eyes are fixed to your ex as he approaches with a wide smile and outstretched arms.

"You are not stupid," he corrects you and before you can respond you see someone walking over to you.

He continues towards you and when your brain finally registers that he is trying to go in for a hug you free yourself from Loki and quickly back away. Loki moves in response, putting himself easily between you and your ex which causes him to stop.

"Seriously Y/N?" he says, already sounding annoyed with you. "I drove all the way out here for lunch with you and you won't even give me a freaking hug? You're lucky I accepted your ridiculous invitation after you kept ignoring me."

Loki says, "Y/N did not invite you here, I did."

"Oh really?" he's looks from you to Loki and seems unphased that he is face to face with the Prince of Asgard. "What, are you looking for some tips on how to control her better?" he laughs to himself. "Of course, if you've decided you're done with her, I'll gladly take her back. I put years into fixing her, wouldn't want that to go to waste."

You take another step back as his eyes find you again and they roam up and down your body. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn a skirt and you cross your arms tightly around yourself. He always commented on how you dressed, he had so many opinions on what he wanted you to wear.

Loki notices how uncomfortable you are and brings the attention back to himself. "Do not look at her, this conversation is between you and me," he tells your ex.

He sighs and says, "Fine, what do you want?"

Loki holds his anger at back and in a controlled tone says, "You will apologize for how you treated her in the past and then you will leave, never return here or contact her again."

He almost laughs and says, "I treated her the way she deserved. She needed to learn how to behave and you should be thankful I trained her as well as I did."

Your eyes dart from your ex to Loki and your heart races with anxiety about what might happen next. Loki doesn't respond at first, you watch his fist clench and his jaw tighten. He looks like he is holding himself back from lashing out with every bit of strength he has.

"You have no idea what she was like before. When I first met her-" he tries to look at you but Loki cuts him off.

He walk steadily forward, glaring at him as approaches. "I will not stand here and listen to a pathetic mortal like you speak poorly of Y/N. She is kind, funny, generous, creative, beautiful and so much more. She never deserved to be mistreated by the likes of you. Y/N is a queen and I will ensure she is treated as such."

You can't take your eyes off of Loki, you've never had anyone speak about you this way before.

Loki stops just in front of your ex and says, "If you ever speak to her, text her or see her again, I will make sure you suffer greater than any human on Midgard has ever suffered before."

Your ex-boyfriend looks at him in shock but it quickly morphs into anger, he does not take being challenged or threatened well. He takes a small step backwards and says, "You can't just threatened me like that. You might be some fancy royal on your planet but here your just another asshole. If I want to talk to her, I will. She was mine once and I could take her back if I really wanted to."

As soon as the words come out of your ex's mouth, you know he finally pushed Loki too far. Loki's full armor and tall horned crown appear in a bright flash of gold and green. Your ex goes quiet in an instant as you are both reminded that Loki truly is a God among men.

The God of Mischief looms over him, staring down at him, daring him to speak again. Loki raises one hand and suddenly your ex is picked up by his throat, a green mist surrounding his neck. He tries to claw at it but Loki's magic brings him closer, until they are eye to eye. In a dark voice, Loki says, "She's mine now."

Your ex-boyfriend looks utterly terrified and a part of you can't help but enjoy seeing the fear in his eyes after all the pain he inflicted on you. You watch, your heart still pounding quickly. As much as you want your ex to suffer, you are afraid Loki will go to far, you've never seen him so angry. Look had worked so hard over the last few months to gain the trust and support of the Avengers, if he hurts your ex he will have to face serious consequences. As much as you hate your ex-boyfriend, its not worth risking Loki's future with the team or with you.

Loki's magic brings him closer, until the are inches from each other, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground. "Do not doubt for a moment that I will do what needs to be done to protect the woman I love. Is that clear?" Loki asks and he nods rapidly in response.

Loki releases him from his grasps and he falls to the ground. Getting up quickly, he runs from the park without looking back.

Loki's magic vanishes, his crown and armor fading away in the breeze as he turns to face you. The determination and rage in his eyes is gone, replaced with his own nervous fear. Your eyes remain locked on him as he slowly walks towards you.

"Y/N," he asks softly. You don't answer, your mind still processing the events from a few moments ago. "I'm sorry, I never meant to let my temper get so out of control but I just couldn't bear to listen to him talk about you for another moment," he explains and you nod in understanding.

He reaches out to take your hand, looking down as your finger interlock and sighs. "I told you not to be afraid of me and then I showed you exactly what kind of terrifying monster I really am. I never wanted to scare you, I only wanted him to leave you alone."

"You um..." you pause, biting you lip as you think. "You said you love me?"

"Loki," you close the distance between you and touch his cheek with your other hand. "I could never be scared of you." He looks at you slowly and you smile, he breaths a sigh of relief and smiles in return.

He laughs and relaxes completely, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Darling, I have loved you from the first time we spoke," he tells you. "You mean everything to mean."

You reach up and kiss him, his hands move down your back to hold you flush against his body. You look up, still pressed together and say, "I love you too. Thank you for keeping me safe from him."

You rest your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head. "I promise, I will always protect you, you just need to tell me what is bothering you," he swears.

You smile when you look into his eyes and see how much he means it. He leans down to kiss you again and between breaths he whispers, "Mine."

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[pics-and-fanfics]

Take it or Leave? (part 1)

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader (established relationship, sorry he’s not really in this one)

Warnings: toxic/abusive mom/parent person?, mentions of Reader having to take care of her younger sister bc their mom is a piece of shit. Also, my beloved friend, Angst >:) Mentions of past rape and attempted rape.

Summary: You finally let everything out, getting out the anger that’s been boiling for years.

A/N: This has been rolling around in my brain for like a week or two, and I finally decided to write it. Plz don’t get mad at me, bc this may or may not be my way of dreaming how to leave when I get the chance.

PLEASE, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MENTIONS OF RAPE OR ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSULT!

Other works on my Masterlist. :/

You toss your bag on your chair, collapsing onto your bed. You only had a few more months, just had to put up with this for a few more months. “Y/N! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” You swallow, groaning. Not even half a minute, and the shouting has already started.

“I was at work, like I told you I’d be before I left for school this morning, just like I told you last night, just like I tell you every day.” you say, wincing when you hear the door bang open. “I needed you to be home! I had to stay home because of you, instead of going out with my boyfriend!”

You suck your teeth, mentally cursing. How old was your mother? Oh right, she was 38, and you were 17, turning 18 in a few months. 3 months, 1 week, and 4 days to be exact.

“I HAD TO STAY HOME TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER! I TOLD YOU I HAD A DATE TONIGHT AND YOU HAD TO STAY HOME!”

You wait for her to finish screaming at you, fiddling with your necklace your boyfriend had given you. “LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!” You slowly look up, careful to keep emotion off of your face. “DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!”

“Oh my god, what do you want from me? ‘Look at me! Don’t look at me like that! Are you going to say anything? Don’t talk to me like that!’ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”

Smack! Your head whips to the side, and you feel your heart skip a beat, a pit forming in your stomach as the sting finally registers. You reach your hand up, then pull it away, seeing blood. Tears started to gather in your eyes, and you stubbornly willed them away.

“You are under my roof, you follow my rules, you eat my food. I put clothes on your back, a roof under your head, and this is how you treat me?” your mother practically growls, and you can feel her glaring at you.

A laugh escapes from your chest, and you throw your head back. “You? You? You put clothes on my back? You feed me? Since when? I want- I want- No I need to know, because, if my calculations are correct, I’ve been taking care of me and Amara since I was 12! I feed her! I buy her clothes! I make sure she has money to eat lunch at school! I make sure she’s done her homework, I’m the one who asks how her day’s been!

“You don’t do shit for me, or her! You haven’t! For years! 5! Years! I’m the one she went to when she got her first period, first boyfriend, first breakup, first anything major! Not you! Never was.” The words tasted sweet, yet bitter, sour from years of not saying them, sweet from finally letting go.

“How. Dare you! YOU LIVE UNDER MY ROOF, YOU RESPECT ME! YOU-”

“SHUT UP!” you scream, getting up from your place on the bed, finally realizing how much taller you were than your mom. “Respect? You want to talk about respect? Then go talk to your boyfriend, who’s tried to fucking rape me! Or maybe your brother! WHO ACTUALLY DID! AND YOU STILL LET HIM AROUND!” You could feel heat radiating around you, but you didn’t really care at the moment, you were finally saying something.

You heard your sister’s footsteps running up the stairs, and you raced to the door, but were beaten by your mother, who slammed the door into your face, making you screech.

“Y/n?” Click! You bang on the door, screaming. “AMARA! GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!” you beg, pulling frantically on the door knob.

“Amara honey, don’t take another step. Your sister’s grounded, just ignore her. I’ll take care of you while Y/n learns her lesson, alright?”

“DON’T LISTEN TO HER!” You grab a lamp off your desk, beating on the door.

“I promise, I’ll be better, sweetie. I’m sorry.” your mom’s voice said, and you screamed. “NO! SHE’S LYING! AMARA!”

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Loki played with the necklace he’d gotten to match yours, feeling guilty he hadn’t told you he’d put a tracing spell on it. It’d only activate when you were in trouble, or played with the necklace. He was feeling uncomfortable, his necklace had been getting hotter and hotter-

Loki sat up from his seat, realization hitting him like a truck. “What’s wrong?” Thor asked, and Loki waved him off, even though he was getting up. “It’s none of your business.”

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Welcome tooooooo… MORE CLIFFHANGERS AND DRAMA! What you gon’ do ‘bout it? I don’t know if I want to write a part 2, so let me know in the comments!

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[ashdreams2023]

hey i was wondering if you could do a headcanon where Loki’s s/o has an abusive father if not that’s fine :)

Loki x reader with an abusive father

Tw: abuse

Loki didn’t have the most perfect relationship with Odin, though seeing somebody else struggling with father related issues hits a little too hard

When you two started dating he was surprised that you still live with your father, but he wasn’t going to judge

Then he started noticing things, like how you don’t want him to come visit you ever while he’s at home

The days you would come to see him and he could clearly see you were crying before

You would stop talking to him for days and he wouldn’t know why then tell him you were busy

In reality you were locked up and your phone was broken

Broken too many times you had cheap doubles

Loki would have had enough when one day you came limping

"Loki it’s not-" "you expect me to watch him kill you!?"

He would insist you stay with him until you get better

It makes his blood boil when he sees bruises on your skin

When you eventually get better, he takes you both to your house and face the man himself

Loki knows he can easily end his life with just his strength alone but chosen to give him one first and last warning

"They will come live with me from now on, and if you ever think about taking them back I will make sure your life becomes a living nightmare that never ends"

If your father doesn’t take that seriously he got a surprise for himself

"What are you gonna do to him?…"

"What he deserves"

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For a Mortal Chapter 2

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist

< Part 1 | Part 3 >

Pairing: Dom!Loki x f!Reader

Warnings: Self esteem problems, self deprecation, ⚠️abuse (past, not from Loki)⚠️, minor breaking and entering

Contains: Angst, maybe a little fluff, brain not processing the literal god, descriptions of sensual fluffiness

Word Count: 2.2k

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A/N: Chapter 2!! This was inspired by this ask by @michelleleewise​. This is my first attempt at writing any kind of fan fiction, so please be kind. Thank you so much to @vbecker10 and @soubi001 for all the help with this chapter!! I'm so sorry that it took so long, inspiration hasn't been showing its face for this series.

You groan, hearing the all-too-familiar 10 am alarm blaring next to you. Why you had never turned off that damned alarm, you’d never know. It’s not like you had anything to do that day, but it wasn’t good for your mental health to stay in bed. Turning off the alarm, you stare at the ceiling. Did last night really happen? It couldn’t have . . . right? Magic, gods, teleportation . . . it couldn’t exist in real life. That was ridiculous. . . wasn’t it? You haul yourself out of bed, gingerly pressing the bathroom door open. Everything was just as you’d left it. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and a combination of makeup and sanitary products littered the counter. Notably though, where you remembered placing a pine scented green candle last night was only a few drops of green wax. You stare at the empty counter space, ignoring your phone when it starts to ring. How was it gone?? Did Loki take it back? How were you supposed to contact him again? You sigh and rub your eyes, already wanting to crawl back into your bed. Last night was definitely too good to be true. Your phone began to ring again, Caller ID showing your friend Sobhana – Soubi for short – on the screen.

“Mmmh . . . Morning . . .” you groan.

“Hey! Someone sounds like she had a long night,” Soubi teased.

“Something like that . . . Either that or I’m losing my mind. What’s up?”

“Val and I were gonna grab something to eat at that Thai place you like. Wanna come?”

“Thank you so much for thinking of me, Soubi, but I don’t have money to eat out. I’d love to see you guys though, would you want to come hang out later today?” You heard Soubi laugh a little on the other end of the line.

“Don’t use your customer service apology on me. Did I ask if you had money? I got you, we’ll meet you there at 11:30. Sound good?” Soubi stated, leaving no room for arguments. “You can repay me by filling me in on all the work drama. I swear, that boss of yours gets dumber every time you tell me about him.” You burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. Every time you talked to Darren Albright, the stories got more and more unbelievable.

“Deal, and this weekend I’ll make you and Val some of that baked mac and cheese. We can have movie night at my place.”

“Movies sound great! I’ll always brie up for them, even if you pick the ones that are pasta-tively cheesy.” You could practically hear Soubi’s grin as you groan at her awful puns. She had more puns ready for any situation than anyone you’d ever met, and you absolutely adored her for it. Plus, two can play at that game.

“I better get ready, or I’m Ghouda be late.” You poke back at her, only lasting a couple moments before dissolving into giggles. “Yeah, no, that was bad. Yours was so much better! I’ll see you at 11?”

“You’ll get on my level one day, see you then!” Soubi hung up with a click, and you were left to search your closet for something clean to wear.

You hadn't said much since you’d arrived at the restaurant. If Val and Soubi noticed, they hadn’t said anything so far. You mumbled your thanks as the waiter set the plate down in front of you, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh.

“Y/N, you’re really quiet. That isn’t like you, what’s going on?” Val spoke up from across the table, concern in her eyes.

“It’s just . . .” You take another deep breath. “So, I might be going crazy. I had this . . . this dream, I guess? I dunno. I wouldn’t really call it a dream, it was so vivid, I could have sworn it was a memory, but I’m not sure what else to think.”

“Well, what’s going on?” Soubi inquires from your left. “If there’s something weird going on, you can always tell us.”

“Okay . . . Well it started after Darren called me last night.” You spent the next  thirty minutes filling your friends in on the previous evening’s crazy adventure. From the candle to the shower, to the almost – almost – platonic domination. “He didn’t even push for sex! Like I said, it’s like he could watch my memories . . . he knew exactly what I liked, but also what to avoid in order to make sure I was comfortable.”

“Wait, after all of that you didn’t fuck him??” Val almost screamed, and you had to fight back a giggle when she realized that people were looking. 

“No! We talked for a while, there was some gentle hair pulling while we made out, but he didn’t try anything unless he asked first or I initiated. I’m sure it would have been amazing if we had, though . . . I wonder what it would be like to fuck a guy who knows exactly what I want.”

“Sounds like an in-depth knowledge of sin and temptation are in your future and this god person is there to give a self guided tour.” Soubi’s comment almost made you blow soda out of your nose, and you take a few minutes to stop yourself from choking. Val was the first to regain control of her laughter.

“Soubi’s got a point though,” Val stated, wiping a tear from her eye. “He sounds too amazing to have been anything other than an imagination.” 

“See, that’s what I thought at first, but there’s these little green droplets of wax where the candle used to be.”

“Used to be?” Val raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. That’s really weird.”

“I mean, that’s physical evidence. That definitely means SOMETHING was there.” Soubi’s eyebrows creased. She wasn’t ready to say it yet, but she was definitely getting worried. “Do you have any makeup that could have left it? You accidentally melted that lipstick while trying to fix a break in it a while back.”

“You have a point, but I’m absolutely certain. I don’t own any makeup that color, and it was the exact same green with the same pine scent lingering. I have absolutely no idea what else it could be. I think I may be going crazy . . .” Your gaze drops to the table. You really didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other explanation. Some kind of psychotic break was the only logical explanation.

“Crazy, nothing, I’m worried that someone has been in your apartment.” Soubi muttered under her breath. “If someone was in your place, that’s really dangerous. They could have laced your food with stuff, or even the candle somehow. A hallucination would explain the god man appearing in your bathroom.” You glance at Val out of the side of your eye.

“I mean . . . It’s totally possible, but we still love you. I think you’re fine though honestly, you’ve been going through a lot lately, especially with your crappy job. I’m sure your mind is just looking for a way to deal with it while you're sleeping. Maybe get some extra locks though?” You smile softly, grateful to have friends with your best interest at heart.

“Yeah, extra locks seem like an amazing idea. But speaking of my crappy job . . . I believe I promised Soubi an update. Darren called me yesterday to tell me that I haven’t been doing anything for the company.”

“What??” Soubi hissed. “Didn’t you build an entirely new backend to make intake smoother?”

“Yup.”

“And you do all the upkeep on it, right?”

“All by myself, I don’t know if he even knows how it works.” A wicked smile creeps across Val’s face.

“You should quit. It isn’t like he’s paying you anyway. Just quit and wait for him to come crawling back to you when he realizes how much you actually do.”

“As satisfying as that could be, he’s an Albright, he might make sure that I never work in the film industry again, and I’ve worked way too hard to get here.”

“Do you really think he’d do that?” Val inquired.

“Well . . . no, not really, but I also think that if I walk, I’m never getting my job back. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, and if I step out of Darren’s company on terms like this, then I can’t use him as a reference. I’ll be back to square one . . .”

“Hey, look at me?” Soubi asks. “ You won’t be starting from square one. You’ll be starting from experience. I’ve seen you grow so much over the past year and a half, especially after you finally cut off contact with your ex. We’re going to support you no matter what.” You beam, taking a deep breath and feeling a moment of peace for the first time in the last couple months. Your life had become so hectic, but Val and Soubi had remained your constant. As long as you have your friends, you can get through whatever this curveball turns out to be. 

Your laptop dings with the fifth email from Albright.  Even though he accused you of not doing anything, you still seemed to be getting a lot put on your plate. You look over the new client application, grabbing your mug of hot chocolate from your side table. The application was for a new marketing client, and they were only asking for a basic social media consultation and re-do of their old logo. You sip your mug as you spend the next few hours going over the company site and social media, compiling a list of suggestions and replying to Darren’s email with your recommendations. By midnight, you had sorted through all the new clients and organized materials for the current client, plus re-worked part of your backend system to make finding client information easier. You stand, making your way to the kitchen. After depositing your empty mug in the sink, you grab a cup of water to take with you to bed. Today has been hard, but you won’t let it get the better of you.

The next two days passed without anything of note happening. Your days are mostly spent messaging the group chat with Soubi and Val (Soubi has nicknamed it My Taste in Buds a while back) and job applications. You needed income from somewhere, and Darren wasn’t cutting it. Coffee shops, restaurants, and even some retail stores had been checked off the list, but it was Saturday and you weren’t likely to hear anything  back on the weekends. You close your laptop and head to the bathroom. A hot, steamy shower sounds like the most amazing thing right now.

The water pours over your skin and the steam fills your lungs. You’d finished washing ages ago, but it was nice to take a moment to breathe. In here, nothing could bother you. Not Darren, not bills, not unanswered job applications. You could stay in your little bubble and pretend for just one moment that everything was okay. You’d been able to sit with the events of your dream, and process. Val was right, this was probably your brain rationalizing. The human brain is such an amazing thing, it never stops working. It probably took spots of stuff on your counter and the amount of smut that you read and turned it into a coping mechanism while you slept. You had to admit, it had been nice. His slender fingers sliding through your hair. The gentle way he spoke. His voice had been both masculine and ethereal. Both commanding and comforting. The way he had spoken to you after he pulled you away from your shower . . . The softness wasn’t something you were used to. You barely knew the man – god, if he was to be believed – but he was more considerate of your wants and your needs than anyone you’d ever dated. Hell, most of the people who called you a friend didn’t seem to care. Outside of Val and Soubi, it seemed that most people kept you around because of things they thought that you could do for them. It made perfect sense that your brain would supply a tall, dark, and elegant man with a voice as smooth as velvet to help meet the needs in your life that were left unfulfilled. You spend a few more moments reminiscing on the dream, focusing on how his hands felt on your skin as his lips brushed yours, waiting for you to close the last breath of space between the two of you instead of just taking what he wanted. He was too good to be true, and almost definitely couldn’t exist outside of a dream. You toweled off, wrapping that towel around yourself before reaching to grab another for your hair. You pause, sniffing the towel. Something didn’t smell right . . . It wasn’t the towels, and it wasn’t the clothes you had piled on the floor . . . You grabbed the knife that you kept in your bedside table for protection and quietly made your way towards the living room and the front door. As you stepped out of the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks. You recognized the scent, but what was it? You take stock of your apartment. Everything seems to be in place, the door is locked, the windows are closed . . . What could that smell be? Then it hits you. It’s leather. Leather and sandalwood. And sitting on the side table next to your laptop is a familiar green pine tree  scented candle.

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MCU Fanfic

Genre: Fluff? I guess? Character: Loki Laufeyson Reader: Non-binary, they/them, queer

Request?: Yes Prompt: "I've seen scary and you sir are not it. You don't have his smile."

Warnings: Implications of past abuse to reader

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Anything For You

Loki x male!reader

Requested on ao3 by lucaphobic:

“I already read your Loki/male reader fanfic and it was so adorable, I loved it! I was wondering if you could make more fics like that one!”

So this is absolutely nothing like my last male reader. I was like hmm what should I write and then I went bonk-fuckin-yonkers with this plot. If you want me to make a male reader fic that's more like domestic fluff like the last one, please let me know and I'd be more than happy to oblige lol

Warnings: parental abuse, angst, v angsty, but also pretty cute, takes place during Thor 1 right before everything goes wrong, Frigga knows everything, kinda homophobic parents tbh, idk if any of the plot makes sense

Word Count: 2708

ao3 link to fic

Loki Masterlist

Trips to Asgard were few and far between. Due to its usual good standing with Vanaheim and most other realms, there was hardly any need to visit. If anyone needed to be sent, it was usually an ambassador, ready to take the King of Vanaheim’s beliefs and transfer those over to AllFather Odin in political discussions. Very rarely did the royal family have to visit themselves.

However, on some rare occasions, such as large celebrations or Thor’s coronation, the royal families of other kingdoms found themselves invited.

That is how you, Prince of Vanaheim, came to be standing amongst the Asgardian royal family. The AllFather, Odin, his wife, Lady Frigga, their firstborn, Thor, and the youngest, Loki, all greeted you one by one as you followed behind your parents. You were the only son to the King and Queen of your realm, and many people had already rested the weight of the world on your shoulders, with expectations set as high as the tallest branch on Yggdrasil.

As you passed Loki, greeting him with a closed fist on your chest and a bow, you bit the inside of your cheek. It would be most inappropriate to smirk at your Prince. Though, as you straightened to your full height and began walking once more, you caught the hint of a smirk on his own face.

Though it was not forbidden, your kingdom expected a princess, not a prince. Asgard’s throne was always traditional, as well. It was always man and woman, king and queen. You could court as many men or women as you wished, but you knew, with every side sneer your father cast your way, he expected a lady at your side.

This is why Loki and you began meeting in secret.

You wandered the Palace, armor exchanged for more casual attire. Guards would bow their heads respectfully as you passed, though your mind was elsewhere, paying them no mind as you clasped your hands behind your back and meandered the halls.

Asgard’s palace was always something to behold. Pure gold, immaculate tile, breathtaking balcony views. And several good hiding spots.

You glanced behind you quickly before stepping into a side corridor, following the familiar path until you were in a hall without guards. Your heart raced at the idea of being alone. You barely had time to look around in search of your lover before you were backed into a nearby pillar and hot lips were over yours.

You recognized them instantly. Your hands wound their way into Loki’s raven locks, tugging at the strands as though to reassure yourself he was real. He groaned into your mouth at the attention, especially as your short nails scratched at his scalp. Even when you pulled away for air, he continued to trail kisses along your jaw and neck. He brushed aside the collar of your shirt and bit down by your collar bone, marking you as his once more.

A grin lit up your face at the action. Every time you had the chance to visit Asgard, he would mark you. It was never visible to anyone other than yourselves; a secret seal for your eyes only.

He sighed against your skin, letting your shirt fall back over the deep purple mark in favor of kissing along your jawline and stopping at the corner of your mouth. He knew your skin, your laugh, your smile, your muscles - everything about you was familiar and comforting. He knew your body and your soul better than he knew the books in the Asgardian library; better than he knew himself.

“I missed you, dearest,” he whispered. Sincerity filled every word, love dripped from every syllable. He pressed his forehead against yours, eyes roaming your handsome features, soaking in your smile and your blushing cheeks. “You’ve been away far too long.”

You breathed a laugh, cupping his cheek to hold him there for as long as you could without getting caught. “I have no control over that, love, and you know it.” It was teasing, light. You wished you could roam the Realms more freely, come to Asgard regularly, see your lover at the drop of a hat. But you couldn’t. “Your hair is longer.” You played with the ends, accentuating your point. “Is Frigga having you grow it out?”

His smile could light up all the darkness in the world. He never believed you when you told him, rather insisting yours could instead. “That, among other things,” he answered. You knew when his nose bumped against yours that he was anxious to know what you thought.

“I like it,” you assured. “Long hair suits you very well, love.”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, chaste but grateful. When he pulled away, you pulled him in for one more. It was worth it for the chuckle he let out, swallowed between your lips with a smile. He pulled away once more, but wouldn’t allow you to pull him back in.

“Come, dearest.” He took your hand and pulled you from the pillar, flashing a handsome grin as he did. “We must catch up.”

-

“You should look for a bride while you are here. Asgard is full of many fine women - surely one would interest you enough to wed.”

Your mother had been lecturing you on marriage all morning. It seemed you being married and set to take over the throne was much more important than Prince Thor being crowned himself. You’d tried several times to bring up the blonde prince and the coronation, but she just wanted to scold you for being single. As far as she was aware anyway.

You remembered the throws of passion Loki had kept you in all night. It was truly a wonder you could walk normally at all today. Your mother seemed to notice you weren’t paying attention, scoffing when she saw the slightest smile on your face.

“I don’t know what you find so amusing about all of this,” she seethed. You let the memories of last night fade away and straightened your expression into a neutral one. “Your father is already searching for suitors. Should he find one-”

“I understand, mother.” You didn’t want to think about it. Being sold off to the highest bidder when you already had Loki was not an appealing thought just after breakfast. “I will,” you sucked in a breath, “try to look.”

“Good.” She nodded, mostly to herself. She spoke of speaking to Lady Frigga, or perhaps talking to your father - you weren’t listening - before she left you by your lonesome.

You soon felt arms around your waist.

“Another lecture on marriage?” Loki’s voice hummed into your ear. When he noticed you glancing around in search of guards, he was quick to run his hands down your shoulders, urging your shoulders to relax. “There’s nobody around, dearest, you can relax.”

You still didn’t like being out in the open like this, when anyone could come around the corner and see the two of you together. But you trusted Loki. You sighed and leaned back into him, resting your head against his shoulder. “Father is looking for suitors.”

He seemed to know exactly what that meant. While his hands had been rubbing up and down your arms, the information made them stutter. He resumed his ministrations as though nothing happened, wrapping an arm around you to keep you there. “What are you going to do?” His voice was soft and unsure. He was worried.

“I don’t know what I can do, Loki.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, humming in thought. Neither of you noticed the movement behind you.

-

“Are you mad?! What were you thinking, running around with Prince Loki?!”

You stood straight and still, unflinching as your father circled you. Lady Frigga and your mother were the first to find out about your secret relationship when a chambermaid walked into their meeting of tea and small cakes and whispered into Frigga’s ear what she had seen. Loki’s mother, sweet as she was and always accepting, was not distraught with the news. But when she relayed it to your mother, well…

“I was thinking of love, father,” you answered the clearly rhetorical questions. He raised his hand to hit you and you glared hard into his eyes, challenging him to do just so. “I would very gladly denounce the throne for him, if that is what has you so upset.”

He lowered his hand with an upset growl. Your mother was pacing a small section of tile in the corner, biting the quick of her thumb and anxiously watching to see how this would all unfold. “You would give up your entire life for some spoiled princling? He will not even be given the throne-”

“I don’t care about any throne!” You gestured wildly, trying to make your point, trying to get any message through your father’s thick skull. “I would give up every book I own, every privilege I have, everything and anything to be with him! I do not care if he is a king or not! He is my everything! And you are the spoiled one, with a wretched mind and a cursed heart, if you cannot see that!”

He did hit you then. Your face stung with pain, throbbing as blood rushed to the area and stained your cheek red. Your chest heaved, trying to take in the air you neglected during your speech. You didn’t turn your face back to look at your father. The King of Vanaheim.

“You will stay here in your chambers until after the coronation. As soon as Thor is crowned king and we are back home, you will be forbidden to step foot on Asgardian soil ever again.”

You didn’t watch as your father and mother left you alone. The night sky peeking through your window was much more interesting. The door shut, a lock clicked, and a ragged breath tore itself from your chest.

You would never be able to see Loki again. That thought felt like someone was ripping your heart out, brutally. Damn you for being born a prince instead of a princess.

-

Loki knew something was wrong when you did not show up for dinner. He had sat down at the table with his family and then watched every person who walked through the large doors after. He saw your parents. Your father grinning, though it was strained, and your mother wouldn’t stop messing with the sleeve of her dress.

Frigga noticed as well. The banquet set to celebrate tomorrow’s coronation had just begun, luxurious food brought out by servants and drinks being poured all around. Loki was just about to make some excuse in his mind as to why you weren’t there enjoying the festivities when he felt her hand on his arm.

“Go find him,” she whispered into his ear. She only smiled knowingly when he looked at her in surprise and confusion. She squeezed his arm once, before turning back to her own meal as though nothing had happened.

Loki didn’t hesitate for long before he excused himself and tried not to run out of the hall to find his lover.

The knock on your door startled you. You’d been long since crying, yet too overwhelmed with your emotions to wipe away your tears. It was not often you were allowed to cry and you wished to embrace it.

“Who is it?” you called, trying to hide the waver in your voice. You didn’t want your father to know he got to you.

“Darling?”

You immediately rushed from your spot on the bed and to the door. Oh, Norns, your lover was just on the other side. He was just there. So close. “Loki, why-”

“You weren’t at dinner,” he answered. He grew more worried by the second. “My love, why don’t you open the door?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “I can’t.” You grimaced as you pulled the handle for effect, nearly startling Loki on the other side. “My parents locked me in here until after the coronation, like a child.”

You could hear him hum through the wood of the doors. His voice was so relaxing, but the thought of never hearing it again sent your heart into panic. “It’s a tricky spell,” he informed you. “I forgot how well-versed your parents are in magic.”

“And yet they neglect every thought of me also learning.”

He chuckled. You could just see his eyebrows raising as he said, “Perhaps for moments such as this.” He was quiet for a moment, in thought. “Your room has a window, correct? Where does it overlook?”

You reluctantly left the door, going to your window to open it and see just where it lets out. You recognized the flowers and cobbled paths immediately, running back over to the door with a renewed hope. “Your mother’s garden.”

“I wonder if she knew all this time.” And he thought you were both being so discreet. “I’ll be there soon, dearest. Wait by the window for me.”

And he was gone. You missed his presence immediately. Loki had such a comforting aura about him, and even through the doors you could feel it. You didn’t let yourself get too disheartened. You would see him again.

You moved back over to the window and watched the flowers sway in an invisible breeze, studying every entrance into the gardens for any movement. You’d almost lost hope after a few minutes.

But then there he was.

He’d clearly been running. With all the guards and servants in the main hall to help with food and such, who would be there to judge him, or even to keep him from you? You watched his head whip around, searching all of the windows until his eyes finally landed on you. The smiles that lit up your faces could scare away any darkness in this world and the next.

He ran to the trellis below your window and began climbing like a mad man, almost falling more than once in his scramble to reach you. You had to pull his heaving body over the sill, but even his exhaustion couldn’t stop him from wrapping you in his arms and kissing you, over and over, until he grew light headed.

“Oh, my dearest,” he awed. His thumbs ran over your red cheeks, wiping away dried tears and sadness, making space for the smile that lifted your lips. He kissed you again, pulling away shortly after to kiss your forehead. “Tell me everything that happened. What did they say?”

You told him everything, just as he asked. You told him what your father said, what you said (it had earned you the softest smile you’d ever seen on his face and a soft peck), and how your father hit you before he left. Loki’s jaw had clenched at that news. His thumb caressed over your cheek where the mark would have been, and you assured him that it didn’t hurt anymore. (“The fact that he hurt you at all is unacceptable, dove.”)

You were more than happy to simply wrap your arms around him, rest your head on his chest and tangle your fingers in the ends of his hair. He rested his cheek on your head, hands cradling you to him. His mind raced with ideas and plots and schemes. He didn’t want to lose you, certainly not so you can be handed over to some rich lady who did not know you, who did not want you. He especially did not want to leave you with your parents, not with the knowledge that they had hurt you.

He sighed softly, pressing a kiss into your hair. “My love, I have a plan, but…” He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “We must go to Jotunheim tonight, and I cannot promise that what transpires after will be consequence free.”

You studied his blue eyes. You didn’t know what he could be planning. Loki had always been good at thinking several steps ahead of everybody, playing people like a game of chess. But right now, he just wanted what was best so you two could be together.

You nodded. “Anything for you, Loki.”

You were going to ruin Thor’s coronation.

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**MASTERLIST**

You can't stand your job as the arrogant Loki Laufeyson's personal PR rep, but when the quinjet crashes on your way to a summit and leaves you and your cocky co-worker stranded on an uncharted island, you force yourself to work together for your survival. When Loki contracts a devastating disease while awaiting rescue, his feelings for you change, and you find your tropical nightmare turning into the ultimate paradise you never thought it could be.

PAIRING: Avengers!Loki x Reader

GENRES: enemies-to-lovers, castaway romance, comedy, smut

CONTENT WARNINGS (18+ ONLY): some verbal abuse and Dub!con; descriptions of plane crashes, injuries, and disease; smut, look for individual warnings

Chapter 1: "Thanks, I Hate You"Chapter 2: SOS Chapter 3: Loki Atoll Chapter 4: ChickadeeChapter 5: An Uneasy Peace Chapter 6 ---Coming soon

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The Savior ~ A Loki x Reader story ~

Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.

Chapter 16: The warmth of Ice

I feel so useless.

I was always 80 steps ahead of everyone, but when it comes with y/n I feel like I am a billion steps behind.

Soulmates are supposed to protect and cherish one another, and so far I am doing a horrible job at this.

I was the reason she got caught by hydra in the first place.

I let myself feel sorry for my fathers ruling, and didn't fight him enough to check if she was actually dead.

I then let my anger lead me to the dark path of Thanos.

Now my lovely y/n is sleeping in my arms, with no powers, after experiencing excruciating pain and I don't know what to do.

It's moments like these where I need mother, she would know what to do.

I brush the hair of my soulmates face and give her a kiss on her forehead.

" I'm sorry y/n , I know i have failed you."

She stirred slowly in my arms and cuddles closer to me, and nuzzled her face under my neck.

She looked so peaceful when she slept, not an ounce of fear or pain in her; a look I dream to see every day in her when she is awake.

Unfortunately the peace did not last long, as she was startled and woke up when my big oaf of a brother came barging in with the loudest voice ever.

" LOKI .. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE"

" reindeer we all tried to explain to him, but he just won't listen."

My brother suddenly pulled me from y/n's tight grip and pushed me against the walls.

" YOU BROKE THE RULES, FATHER IS FURIOUS; HOW DID YOU EVEN USE MAGIC "

Before i could even finish my sentence, someone managed to pull Thor of me and pushed him onto the ground with a strong force.

" Don't ever hurt My Loki again"

I looked up only to see that Y/N was the one who overtook Thor, who was glowing with rage with red eyes I might add.

Tony and I looked at each other with surprise in our eyes.

I was too surprised to the point that I almost didn't fathom the fact that she had called me hers.

My brain was trying to understand how she was so strong, and my heart was well almost in my arse.

" Lady, Y/N your eyes ... I mean Loki broke the rules"

" Loki, saved my life he is still wearing his chains; if you actually asked him instead of using your strength you would know."

My beautiful y/n's eyes glowed even more red and I could see her body wanting to attack Thor again; I grabbed her from behind and hugged her.

" Darling, I'm okay it's just a brotherly fight ; Thor would never actually harm me."

I could feel her tense body calm down from my touch and then she looked at Thor who was on the ground with a confused look.

" Thor.. I am so sorry... I I don't know what came over me."

" y/n I think it's time to take a quick trip to the lab.." Stark said.

Y/N nodded hesitantly and I grabbed her hands and then we all followed Stark down to the lab while I quickly helped Thor catch up with everything that has been going on.

Thor apologized and looked at me with a sense of pity at my circumstances.

Despite how I have despised my brother the last few years I was happy to have him here with me because honestly I just feel incredibly lost.

As we came closer the lab, the tighter the grip my soulmate had on me, I could hear her heart pounding a little bit faster and that's when I remembered that she may be scared to go down to the lab.

I stopped walking, and everyone stopped as well.

" Can you guys give us a second? We will catch up with you." Thor and Tony got the hint and moved forward

" Darling.. I know how scary this may be for you, but know that I am not leaving you and that I will get James too to make you feel safe. Also if it is too much for you know, you don't have to go. You have a choice."

Her eyes watered and she hugged me tightly.

" I don't deserve you Loki."

My heart broke... how could she even think that?

It was I who was undeserving of her. An evil Freak like me should not have someone so pure and kind.

" Darling... how can you say that.. you deserve everything good in this life, and I .. am not even the best."

" I am a Freak Loki, ever since you have met me it's been a cycle of weird and odd days."

" I wouldn't replace a moment with you for the world."

" You don't get it"

" Then help me understand."

" You deserve a normal girl who is not damaged goods."

I was angry.

I wanted to destroy everyone who contributed to my soulmate thinking about herself that way.

" You think you are a freak?"

She nodded

" Darling.. i am the only freak here." I said as I transformed into my Jotun Form.

She gasped and looked up at me as I grew taller in my Blue Skin.

" I told you I was a freak... this is what damaged goods actually looks like."

Y/n went in and hugged me tighter this time.

" I love you in every form Loki."

Never did I imagine that I would feel such warmth in my heart in my Icy form.

~AUTHOR'S  NOTE ~

Hello again✌️

I know I haven't posted in a while.. doing my masters degree soo well it took some time , but I am back baby

[queer-n-here]

C..can i be Anon 🍷? Also i have a lil request, chuuya overstim + edging if u can 🙏🙏

Ofc bro! Welcome to my annon fam! (I did add you to the annon fam thingy on my pinned post earlier hehe) But look:

Same same. So here's the fic.

Also... Who wants a Loki x reader fanfic? Cuz I was watching Thor: Ragnarok yesterday and I have a scenario in my head that I can't get out. Lemme know if y'all want it!

Contents: Edging and overstimming Chuuya

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, biting, mentions of nipple play, edging, dacryphillia, overstimulation, rough sex with gentle after care.

Fuck, Chuuya couldn't take it anymore.

You'd been at it for hours, for fuck's sake. You kept fucking him, over and over and over again, and not removing your hand from the base of his cock, not letting him come.

And even now, holding the back of knees and pushing his legs further apart, you kept going.

Chuuya, his face stained with tears and throat already hoarse, couldn't even think anymore. He just pushed his face into the crook of your neck, sobbing and begging senselessly for the release that you were holding away from him.

"Please, please, please, please, [Name], please..." It became his mantra, begging you so pathetically, even though he could barely form words with that brain of his turned to mush.

"You wanna cum, Chuuya?" You said, teeth gritted against the feeling of him clenching around you so hard it was getting hard to thrust in and out. "You wanna cum so bad?"

He nodded furiously, sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead, eyes puffy and red from all that crying. His entire body was covered in hickeys that you'd left him, and his nipples were still swollen and erect.

"Hmm... Should I let you?" You muttered, slamming your hips into his with such brute force that his head hit the headboard.

Chuuya cried out, fingers gripping your shoulders so hard that his nails had long sunk into your skin.

"Go on then," You took pity, finally, finally, and let go of his dick, placing your hands on either side of his head instead to support your weight.

He came from the third thrust, his body jerking and spasming under you as ropes of come shot out of his dick, painting both your abdomens white. He fell back against the bed, arms falling limply on either side as he huffed and panted, bruised chest heaving.

But fuck, you weren't done with him yet.

And by the time Chuuya realised that, he was already crying again from the overstimulation, feeling your dick continue to rearrange his insides, hitting all the spots that were even more sensitive and sore now. He whined, thighs trembling as you wrapped them around your waist before thrusting in again.

A couple rounds of sex later, everything beneath Chuuya's waist was so numb he couldn't hold himself up on his legs for the life of him. You'd ripped orgasm after orgasm from him, up untill he was shooting blanks. You didn't look like you were stopping anytime soon, but Chuuya felt like he would pass out if this went on anymore.

"[Name]," He said, voice hoarse from all the abuse. "[Name], I can't... I can't go on anymore..."

It was too much.

You could tell from his blown out pupils and the way his soft dick faced down that he was right for once. He genuinely couldn't take anymore. So you pulled out, jerking yourself off till you came over Chuuya's already cum-stained thighs, and then lay down beside him.

He was a mess. You took him to the bathroom to clean up, and he fell asleep in your arms inside the bathtub, letting you wash the bodily fluids off of him.

You knew you'd been tougher than usual on him today, so you didn't say anything, cleaning him up gently and pressing chaste kisses into his temple even though he was asleep. After drying him off, you took him to your room and tucked him in in the clean sheets.

"I'll go clean up your room, too, okay baby?" You pressed another soft kiss against Chuuya's forehead, watching him sleep peacefully.

[pics-and-fanfics]

Take it or Leave? (finale!)

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader (established relationship)

Warnings: toxic/abusive mom/parent person?, mentions of Reader having to take care of her younger sister bc their mom is a piece of shit. Angst, abuse and violence, some fluff bc even i need it after that much angst.

Summary: You finally escape, and Loki gets to hold you in his arms once more.

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BANG! You scream, picking your head up, feeling something dripping down from your nose. You try to breathe through it, but it felt like it was full of snot. You breathe through your mouth, feeling something trickle slowly into your mouth. You tasted blood.

Oh- Did she just break my nose, you think. You push yourself up, until you get knocked back down, a crushing weight on your back. You couldn’t even breathe, you were seeing double, and- who was yelling outside?

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Loki watches as a girl gets shoved out of a house up the street from where he was standing, yelling coming from inside. He watches as the girl rushes to the door, yanking on it, banging on it with her fist, shouting.

Loki rushes up, the necklace charm growing hotter with each step. Were you inside? Was- Was- Were-

“LET ME IN!” the girl begs, and Loki walks faster towards her, the house, and hopefully you.

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You reached out, the hilt of the knife just out of reach on the floor. You could feel yourself dying, the blood flow to your brain having been cut off, the oxygen levels in your body dwindling as your vision turned black.

You finally manage to grab the knife, and stab behind you, feeling the weight lift off of your back. You gasp, taking air into your chest as you roll over, making sure you could see.

Derek was freaking out, a knife in his side, and you smirk. That’s what he deserved, being a dick to you and Amara, for even stepping foot in this house.

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Loki stood next to Amara, having learned her name, watching through the window. He watched as you shakily stood up, your face swelling. Loki runs to the door, reaching for the doorknob as it opens, and you walk out, limping.

“Are you alright?” Loki asks, and your eyes widen before your arms wrap around him. Loki feels tears soaking through his shirt, and smiles, knowing you were safe in his arms.

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You winced, getting looked over by Banner. He’d already confirmed you had a broken nose, which you weren’t too happy about, and you had 3 bruised ribs. Amara was fine except for a small scratch you’d caused pushing her outside, which you still felt bad about.

“How- Ow- How’d you even find me?” you say, gripping the table harder as Banner softly pokes at your ribs. You knew you needed to make sure nothing else was broken, but it still hurt so much!

“I may have, uhm, put a tracing spell on your necklace in case something like this happened, or you felt unsafe.” Loki says, looking at the ground, his hand slipping from yours. “I- I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I didn’t want you to think badly of me.”

You smile, your hand reaching up reflexively to play with the charm on the necklace. “I may be upset, but I’d never think badly of you just because you took precautions to keep me safe, Loki. Ow, what the fuck?” you say, turning to look at where Banner was just barely poking you. Then you saw it. Blood, slowly dripping down your side.

And you’d been wearing a red shirt.

“Darling? Are you alright?” Loki asks, and you nod, squeezing his hand when you feel him grab onto yours. “Y/n?” Amara says, and you hear the fear in her voice. “I’ll be alright, Amy.” You smile, grabbing her hand and kissing the top of her head.

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Loki watched from outside the room as you smiled at him one last time before you laid down, a mask getting slipped over your face. Apparently, there had been broken glass on the floor, and you’d rolled onto it, lodging it deep in your side.

Loki sat with your sister, waiting, talking to her, finding out more about you and her. The more Loki heard, the more desperately he wanted to murder that woman. How dare she call herself your mother when she wasn’t even motherly?

But everything was going to be fine, she and her boyfriend had been arrested for abuse and neglect, and you were pressing charges for everything they’d put you and your sister through.

Everything would be fine.

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Loki sat by your side while you rested, still asleep after the surgery. He was getting used to the incessant beeping of the machines around him, even though it still annoyed him. They were making sure you were alive, and would alert people if that were to change.

“Loki?” He picked up his head from where he’d laid next to you, still sitting in the chair. “Where’s Amara?” Loki smiles, stroking your face with his thumb. “She’s out in the waiting room, sleeping. Would you like me to go get her?”

You shook your head, pulling on his hand. “She’ll be cranky. Trust me, I’ve had to wake her up for school too many times. You look uncomfortable, come here.” You reached for the sheet, wincing.

“Are you alright? Do-” You laughed, and Loki relaxed. “Just forgot I got stitches, is all. It’ll take time, but I’ll be fine. Now come here, I’m cold, and I know you’re uncomfy.”

Loki laughs lightly, kissing your forehead before slowly climbing into the hospital bed with you, his head above your heart. Everything was going to be okay.

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Thank you so much for reading, I very much hope you enjoyed the rollercoaster that was this small series! Let me know if I should write a prologue, because I kinda want to add a little more to it, but not as an official part, more like an extra, so you can stop here if you like this ending!

Okay, I realize I’m rambling, so I’ll shut up in a minute! Again, thank you so much for all the likes and comments I’ve been getting on this series, and I very much hope you enjoyed, and hope you know that each comment and like made me smile. 🙂

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[michelleleewise]

Chocolate and promises

Pairing: Loki x female reader (eventually)

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, slight mention of blood, hitting, mentions of bruises and injuries (not graphic), toxic relationship, reader needs a hug, possessiveness, controlling behavior, self deprecating thoughts, minor dark themes, loki comforting reader

Summary: your friendship with Loki and grown over the last two years, until something threatened to take it away

A/n- this chapter will have two parts. A&B, it was too long for one part lol.... Graphics by: @harlequin-hangout 💚💚

Part one--part two: a-

You ran down the hall making your way to Loki's room, wanting him to be the first to know, You bounced on your feet knocking on the door hearing shuffling on the other side, smiling as the door opened revealing.. "oh..hey, is Loki in there?" You asked smiling at the man. "Whose asking?" He huffed crossing his arms. Another jealous one..you thought to yourself "y/n...best friend. And you are?" You asked holding your hand out watching him look down his nose at it "Jason.." he sneered keeping his arms crossed. "Well..Jason is Loki here?" You asked again when the door opened further revealing your Loki.

Hello my dear, how are you?" He asked stepping into the hall wrapping you in a hug. "Great! I have news, but your bodyguard here wouldn't let me pass...I must not be on the list." You said as Loki turned to the man. "Just because I shared my bed with you for the night does not give you liberty to tell my friend anything, am I clear?" He snapped seeing Jason's eyes widen "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He said stepping back "your right, it will not. See that you are gone when I return." He said turning back to you "what was your news darling?" He asked guiding you down the hall to the kitchen.

"Oh yes! Allen asked me to move in with him!" You screeched as loki rounded the island grabbing the kettle "isn't it a bit soon y/n?" He asked seriously filling the kettle "we've been dating six months loki, dont be such a prude." You snarked sitting on the stool "I beg your pardon?" He feigned offense, one hand on his chest "I thought you would be happy for me." You said seriously "I am dear, I just don't want you to rush into anyrhing." He said smiling "some of us don't have as much time as you old man." You snarked "well if your just going to call me an old maid.." he started "no! No..I just...I'm happy." You said smiling as Loki walked around the island "if you are happy then I am." He said pulling you into a hug.

"And everything is going to be great! You'll still see me here, and don't even think your getting out of our movie nights." You smiled hearing him laugh "Well I should hope not, what else do I have to look forward to?" He asked grabbing two cups from the cabinet "Oh I don't know....jason." you smiled seeing him glare at you. "Sorry about that by the way." You said looking down "you did nothing wrong, he had no right to say anything. Besides...he wasn't that good anyway." He said shrugging making you laugh "oh..so no loss then?" You asked as he slid a cup to you "Darling, as long as I have you, I'll be fine." He smiled "ooo careful, your bordering on sentiment." You said sipping your tea. "Only for you my dear." He smiled.

Loki looked at his phone for the umpteenth time seeing no messages, sighing as he set it down. It was going on six months since you moved out of the tower and he felt like he was losing you more and more each day. He sat back in his chair looking out the window thinking about the last few months. He had noticed your behavior slowly start to change from your happy, bubbly self that he adored beyond reason, to a quiet reserved shell. The drastic change unsettled him, as well as your change in wardrobe. Where once you wore bright pastels, were replaced with blacks and greys with the occasional dark blue. Not to mention the only skin showing was from your neck up and your hands. It gave him an uneasy feeling.

"Friday...is y/n in the tower?" He called out to the ceiling "no Mr Laufeyson she is not." The AI responded making him sigh. He hated what he was about to do but for you he would walk through Helhiem barefoot. He got to his feet and made his way down to the labs. His mind raced with possible scenarios as the elevator traveled down. If that insignificant human hurt you he would end him in the most painful way he could imagine. He was pulled from his thoughts as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.

Stark!" He yelled across the lab making Tony jump "geeze Rudolph give a guy a heads up." He said holding his chest "I need to know where y/n is, I have not heard from her in quite some time." Loki said crossing his arms. "Oh, she put her notice in." Tony said sitting down "what does that mean?" Loki snapped staring at him "it means she quit, she isn't here anymore." Tony explained "what..why?" Loki asked taken aback "something about her boyfriend wanting her to stay home or something" Tony said running a hand through his hair "but I told her she's welcome back whenever she wants." Tony explained. "Very well, thank you stark." Loki said turning around. "You've seen it too...haven't you?" Tony called out making Loki stop "whatever you do...don't get caught." Tony said, loki nodded before heading back to his room, something was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

You heard the doorbell ring, hurrying to the door before it woke Allen, opening it seeing Loki standing there "H..hey...what are you doing here?" You asked looking around "I have not heard from you, so i.." he started "I'm fine..really." you hurried fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater. You looked up seeing him frown. "Sorry I haven't messaged, I've just been really busy." You said smiling. "That's quite alright dear, I was wondering since you missed movie night, Stark is hosting a small evening for us, and I wanted you to join me." He smiled watching you. "Oh...um I don't know." You trailed off looking down when Loki gently grabbed your hand.

"Please darling, i..I miss you." He said, looking up seeing his eyes soften. "How can I say no to you." You said seeing him smile "then I shall see you there?" He asked "yes, I'll be there." You agreed when Loki leaned forward wrapping his arms around you making you stiffen before he stepped back looking at you "I'll see you tonight " He smiled turning to leave as you slowly closed the door. "Your not going." You heard from behind you making you jump. You turned heading for the kitchen "have you been talking to him again?" Allen asked making you freeze "what did you tell him?" He continued stalking towards you. "You took my phone, how could i...." You were cut off by the back of Allen's hand hitting your cheek, knocking you to the floor, touching your lip seeing red on your fingers.

"Are you talking back?" He snarled looking down at you. "No, I just..." you trailed off as his fingers threaded through your hair pulling harshly "I think someone needs taught a lesson." He said, pulling you up dragging you towards the bedroom "Allen stop! Your hurting me!" You yelled as he opened the door pushing you inside. "You know what to do." He snarled, kicking the door shut. You walked towards the bed, closing your eyes hearing his belt buckle "I think twenty should do it? Don't you think?" He asked walking up behind you. You stayed silent knowing that was the best option.

You laid awake, wincing when you rolled to your side, your eye and cheek stinging. You waiting for Allen to doze off, listening as his breathing evened out you knew it was now or never. You slowly crept out of bed, padding to the closet to grab whatever clothes you could find in the dark before going to the door, looking back hearing him snore you slowly opened the door, slipping out. You walked to the living room quickly throwing on the t-shirt and sweatpants, grabbing your shoes as you tip toed to the door. Slowly opening it to freezing as it creaked, looking back to the bedroom door praying he hadn't heard. After a few minutes you carefully slipped out closing the door behind you. You released the breath you had been holding as you bent down slipping your shoes on, looking up and down the dark street you sighed, starting towards the tower.

You slunk down alleyways and backstreets until you saw the top of the tower, taking a quick look around before making a run for it. You knew Allen would be awake soon, If he wasn't already and he would definitely notice you missing. You heart raced as you made it to the end of the alley across from the tower, your eye throbbed and your lip burned where it was split but you were so close you could taste it. If you could just make it over there everything would be fine. You took a deep breath, looking up an down the street before bolting to the doors, pulling them as hard as you could but they wouldn't budge. "Shit!...Tony!...Loki!" You yelled as loud as you could knowing they couldn't hear you.

You heard a car up the street, hurrying behind the building trying to hide when the car stopped. "Y/n! I know your out here!" You heard Allen yell making you blood run cold. "Just come home and I'll forgive you." He said when you heard footsteps rounding the building. "You know I love you I just got upset, let's talk about it." He continued. You looked around seeing a dumpster against the building, quickly running over lifting yourself in "stop making this harder then it needs to be!" He yelled when you heard a door fly open "Al, hey...what are you doing here? You heard Tony's voice. "Oh hey Tony, y/n and I had a small disagreement and she left. I thought she might be here." You heard Allen say back making you scoff.

"Well I haven't seen her, but if I do..." he trailed off "what is going on?" You heard a deep voice "loki.." you whispered, feeling a tear run down your cheek "hey lokes, Al here lost y/n." Tony said. "What did you do to her?" You heard Loki ask sternly "that's none of your business." You heard Allen snap back. "She's my friend, so I'm making it my business!" You heard Loki yell before the scuffle of footsteps "ok, ok calm down, Al go home. I'll call you if I see her." Tony said when you heard footsteps retreat. "You will not call him!" You heard Loki yell "of course not! But I wanted him to leave." Tony said. You released the breath you were holding, shifting to lift the lid of the dumpster.

You peeked out seeing Loki holding his daggers and Tony with his blaster on "Hey guys...it's just me." You said quietly, lifting the lid higher "Oh my God..y/n?" Loki said, rushing over he lifted you out like you weighed nothing, setting you on your feet but not letting go "what were you doing in there?" He asked brushing trash off your clothes "he was right behind me, i..." you trailed off feeling your eyes burn. "Well he's gone now, let's get you inside." Tony said holding the door open. Loki gently grabbed your arm guiding you, keeping your head down so your hair would cover your face. Making it upstairs you walked into the common room seeing it empty.

"Ever the insomniacs huh?" You laughed "Well i was headed to bed, y/n your welcome to any room you like, just let me know." Tony said heading back to the elevator "ok, thank you Tony." You said looking down "anytime kid...Loki." Tony said stepping onto the elevator. "I should probably find a room." You said keeping your eyes down, not wanting him to see how weak you had been when you felt his fingers under your chin, slowly lifting your head up to look at him. His eyes meeting your one, traveling across your face when you felt his thumb lightly brush you puffy cheek "l..loki...i..." you tried, feeling a lump rise in your throat when he wrapped his arms around you, gently cradling your head to his chest

"I am sorry y/n, I should have come sooner." He whispered, pressing his cheek to your head "no, it wasn't your fault loki, it was.." you started when he suddenly pulled back "no, absolutely not. None of this was your fault." He said through gritted teeth "I will have his hands for touching you." He growled beginning to pull away "no loki...please. he's not worth it." You said grabbing his shirt "he does not deserve his pathetic existence." He snarled trying to pull free "Please, don't go...stay with me." You whispered making him stop and look at you, his eyes softening "very well, anything for you darling." He said relaxing. "Help me find a room?" You asked looking down the hall. "If you wish, you could stay in my room tonight, everything is already set up." Loki said smiling.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose." You said fidgeting with your sweater. "You could never impose, come on let's get you settled." He said holding his arm out you looped yours around his as he guided you towards his room. "I'm not displacing Jason am i?" You asked smiling hearing him laugh "I would throw him out of the window for you dear." He said making you laugh "haven't you done that before?" You asked nudging him with your elbow "and I will again." He said looking over smiling at you. You made it to his room as he opened the door waving you in first. You looked around, smiling seeing nothing had changed.

"If you wish you can take a shower, there are towels In the bathroom, have you eaten?" Loki asked turning the lights on "um. No.." you said pulling on your sleeve "ok, I will make you something while you get cleaned up." He said walking into the small kitchen. "Loki.." you trailed off, his eyes meeting yours "Thank you, for everything." You smiled "I would burn the realm for you dear without hesitation." He smiled back. You walked to the bathroom closing the door with a soft click before pulling your sweater over your head, grimacing seeing the bruises littering your skin. Slowly running your fingers over them you finally let yourself feel as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Sinking to the floor you brought your knees to your chest quietly sobbing as the weight was lifted. Your life wasn't your own, it was Allen's. He had taken everything from you, and you were too weak to stop him. You thoughts spiraled when you heard a soft knock on the door "everything alright darling?" You heard Loki ask "yes, I'm ok." You called back wiping your face. "I have some sleep clothes for you when you are done, they are on the bed." He said "ok, thank you." You said standing up. Looking in the mirror at your puffy face you sighed "i want my life back." You said to yourself, walking over to the shower turning it on.

You came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel seeing Loki reading in the living room "I'll be right back" you said trying to duck into the bedroom, but your were sure he saw. You quickly dried off, slipping the clothes on he had left, smelling his cologne on the shirt making you sigh. You grabbed the towel throwing it in the basket seeing his cloak hanging by the door. Thoughtlessly reaching your hand out feeling the material "how is that so soft." You said grabbing it wrapping it around your shoulders seeing it engulphed you as you wrapped it around you. You walked into the living room seeing Loki set his book down "I see you've taken to claiming my things again." He laughed, standing up. "Oh i...um sorry I can put it back." You said starting to take it off when Loki grabbed it pulling it back over you "no, you are welcome to anything you wish darling." He smiled.

"Now, come eat." He said guiding you to the couch, he sat down patting the space between his legs holding up a hair brush "come darling, sit down." He said as you sat down on the floor between his knees, seeing he made you grilled cheese and soup. "T..thank you Loki." You said, feeling the lump return to your throat as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "You are welcome, now eat while I work my magic." He said making you smile. You took a few bites of your sandwich, feeling the brush glide through your hair, closing your eyes sighing "tilt your head Darling." He said as you shifted, laying your head on his thigh feeling his fingers seperate and twist your hair.

"Did you know, where I am from when we go in to battle and return victorious we place a braid in our to symbolize our strength and courage." You heard him say, your scalp tingling feeling his fingers gently glide through your hair "and you my dear have ridden through Hel and emerged triumphant." He said tying the end of the braid setting the brush down. "Darling.." he trailed off, looking down seeing your fast asleep. Running his fingers along the braid you shifted slightly, his cloak slipping down your shoulder revealing a bruise traveling around your neck, clenching his fist he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as you nuzzled his leg making him smile.

He got up, cradling your head he lifted you up carrying you to the bedroom gently laying you down tucking his cloak around you. Slowly backing up he felt your fingers wrap around his wrist "loki...please.." you trailed off, eyes still closed "yes darling? Do you need something?" He asked watching you "stay.." you mumbled pulling on his arm "I don't know y/n.." he said when you scooted over pulling him with you "please.." you whispered. He sighed, flicking his wrist changed into a shirt and sweatpants he laid down next to you as you curled up to his side, nuzzling your face into his shoulder making him laugh. He ran his fingers through your hair hearing you sigh. "Sweet dreams, my little valkyrie." He smiled closing his eyes.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Your Mark On Me, Part 15

Summary: things are no good.

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit. Dead dove do not eat

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit dark content, kidnapping, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of stealing money, degradation (not for sexual play), spitting, hitting, pinching, slapping, restraining, mocking, blood, human auction, forced removal of IUD, realization of voyeurism, sexual recordings without knowledge, dark imagery 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.4K

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Rage. Blinding hot rage that boils every ounce of his blood. Hating himself doesn’t even cover it. Leaving you the way he did as a broken shell of the woman that he first met. You had shown resilience to his impossible needs. You had fallen so hard, and he still withheld how he truly felt for you.

The threat was enough to not just chill him all the way to the core of his being, but the video — whoever it was had caught him. Caught exactly what you meant to him on video. Words he had never spoken in years, and they had the evidence. Coupled with the threat of not only you, but Bucky’s Shy Violet. His unborn son. And Steve could not be responsible for that much pain.

Steve can barely see as he flees the hotel he left you in. A crumpled mess. A true depiction of the barren wasteland he left your heart. People don’t love as deeply as you did, and have someone rip it out with scars that may never heal. He’s an example of that. And he did it to the only person who he had ever truly been in love with.

He meant every word to you this morning, even the ones you would never hear. Why did this person, this entity hate him so much that he would threaten three people that had no part in this scheme? He had to tell Bucky. He also had to be able to visually see, and he can’t put anything into words except the red hot coils of desire to burn down the world.

Questioning if what he did was the right answer. He was told they knew his weakness, and you would be removed from his life. He beat them to it. He took away the person that they knew was his the one that would destroy him. But who? Who hated him that much to want to destroy him? Clearly it was competition but there was only one person, or people that were competitive with Steve.

“Sam?” The other man sighs. Hearing Steve's voice as wrecked as it was didn’t take much to realize what the idiot had done. “Who’s watching her?”

“You put Loki outside. Told him to watch her for a few weeks. Said that you figured she would move on. But you’re a fucking idiot.”

“They,” he yanks the steering wheel to the side of the road, throwing his car into park before pressing his palms into his eyes, and wills the tears to not spill over his lashes, “They were going to kill her and Bucky’s Shy, and…your family.”

“Figured as much. I told Nat to get the kids to the safe house. Just like you should have done with Dove. With her and Bucky there everyone would have been safe. You’re too fucking irrational. You don’t think. You should have discussed with me, and we could have came up with a plan. But you didn’t like that I heard what you said,” Steve pulls at wads of his hair, and he slams his fist on the steering wheel. “Love doesn’t make you weak.”

“I told you that you didn’t hear anything,” still in this world of denial and wanting to protect his ego. His pride? Protect anything but the person he truly cared about. You.

“You love her. You’re a coward that couldn’t even tell her to her fucking face. Is a million dollars really going to make up for what you did? You’re the problem here, Steve. She was the solution. Go back. Go get her, and I’ll take her to the safe house. I’ll leave Nat and Bucky with the kids, and Shy, and we will figure out what the fuck is going on,” Steve shakes his head. You hated him. He made sure to make you feel worthless to him, and hope that one day you could move on.

The thought of another man touching your flesh sears into his mind. Thinking this dumbass could ever hold you and love you the way he did. It was a toxic love, but he found serenity in your bright glow. The devil came to find his goddess of spring. The link that kept his underground hell blooming into the most beautiful chaotic garden.

Every morning he could see the sun shining on your face like you were the beacon, and it was trying to find you. But instead, Steve did. He tried to dim every bit of your light, and instead you changed him. And how did he repay you? He left you, his beautiful goddess, a void. Gave you every opportunity to turn into the darkness that he helped flourish. Instead, you were making him lighter.

You had a link to the depravity of his world that was Lark, and one wrong move and you would become a demon to addiction. A beautiful woman lively turned into a servant for drugs and the underbelly that he helped create. Try and be noble all he wants, he still sold a lie to users. He catered to the whims of one of the most powerful things in the world. Addiction.

“Sam,” he says as he starts to turn the car around. “I made a mistake.”

“Get your girl. I’m calling Bucky. We’ll keep her safe, and we finish this once and for all. It’s time,” without hesitation and very little thought Steve knows exactly where the threat came from. Peggy. The one who set this all off to begin with. No doubt a woman who thought she had broken Steve would be infuriated that he had managed to actually fall this time. The purest form of love. Childlike. He was in fact so in love with you it hurt him.

Pained every inch of his inky skin. He was only trying to let his Dove out of her cage, and let her fly alone. He was no longer the cage that kept you trapped. He was made pure again, and was a dove right along with you. He wasn’t meant to set you free, he was meant to fly out of his own cage with you.

He fucked up. He knows you may never forgive him for this whiplash, but if it meant that you were going to keep your life, that was the burden he would have to bear. He would carry the weight of that on his back for the rest of eternity as long as he knew you were alive and well. He had to. Because he was in love.

You don’t cry. You barely blink. Couldn’t even move to clean yourself off as per his request. That towel lays haphazardly on his spilt cum, and you stare up at the ceiling trying to make this a nightmare. He was a liar. That wasn’t Steve, and as much as you wanted to cut etches of his story off his skin, you wanted him to hold you even more.

It is a bizarre feeling to hate and need the same person. Time has no meaning on this bed. Earlier today you saw him for the man he used to be before Peggy tried to destroy him. And then he burned that man at the stake as he became the monster you first met. The lord of the underworld, and he brought you down into his depths, but maybe it was all one sided.

Watching as the room spins around you in a humiliating and dizzying haze. It’s why he couldn’t look at you. He has fought and fought his true feelings, and because he couldn’t accept them he had to remove the seed that was sprouting in his heart. The seed that was changing winter into spring and you saw lightness and color that once resided inside of his soul.

You hate him. And still, you’re in love with him, and you need him to hold you and tell you that wasn’t him. That he was sorry, and he was so in love with you and he was done fighting, and you doubt that moment will ever come. If you could close your eyes and never wake up that would be the most fitting. You didn’t want to see anything anymore.

“Dove?” Your eyes stare blankly up at the ceiling, and you swear there’s a pattern to the odd appearance of it. Dots that you feel are just the stars, and they’re covering you in a warm blanket. As warm as the fuzz that is thrown over your body.

“Sissy, how much money did he leave you?” Your blinks start to slow down, and you hope that they’ll eventually close forever so you don’t have this sickening feeling in your stomach. “I’m going to take this and invest in — things, yeah. You don’t need it. You’ve got your school you can bounce back on, okay?”

If there is one thing you wished it was that Steve could have quit fighting the inevitable. That he would have just admitted the feelings he had for you, and the two of you could run away. Money and power are just as dark of an addiction as the drugs he sold. And he was letting his addiction win.

“Won’t you let me get you dressed. You don’t want to leave here naked. And — he didn’t love you. That mess on your stomach is how he treats the girls he threw away at the club. Used their warm flesh to fill a need, and then…”

“You’re lying,” your eyes finally focus on your sister, and you turn and look away from her quickly. She no longer was the vibrant older sister you once knew. Either Steve had been lying about your addiction and usage, or she had found another supplier. “What happened to you?”

“You should look in the mirror,” you didn’t want to look at your face. You’d look like a bird with clipped wings that could no longer fly because that’s just what you feel like. “Get dressed.”

“What are you doing with the money?” You inquire. But she doesn’t respond just goes towards your bag, and opens up one. Tossing over a dress, and you finally take stock of what’s going on. Sitting up in the bed so see her clinging to the bag with cash in it. The stupor you were once in now is a dull pain of the past hour. “Lark?”

The door opens up to your room, and scramble to cover yourself. You know him. “Dovey, it’s time for you to go. He’s been waiting on you,” tears flood out your eyes as you shake your head. “You really want him to see you with Steve’s cum on your stomach. Your pussy fucked out, and tits hanging out? Now,” he clicks his tongue, snapping a finger at Lark, and your sister scurries out of the hotel room.

“It’s just you and me,” grabbing at your foot, he pulls you down to him and you kick and scream. Biting every time his hands touch you. Your reason to fight became apparent because whatever is wrong is worse than the empty gut you have now. “He threw you away!”

“Fuck you!”

“Keep fighting me, and it’s you that’s going to be fucked,” clearing his throat your room is flooded with men, and they all close in on you, struggling to hold on to your body before with one snap, you go into blackness. A darker world than you have ever ventured to. A world where things will never be the same. Left and broken, now stolen and restored. Fight is still there.

Steve sprints to your bedroom, racing through every part of it. Knowing without seeing physically that you’re gone. His hands pick up and throw everything in its path. Destroying the room just like he destroyed you. The luggage with clothes is still here, but the suitcase with money was gone.

Lifting up the mattress he flips it over, standing in the fucking room that was devoid of you. You were gone, and he can’t shake the feeling that you were taken. Stolen from this room, and from — he can’t even say himself anymore. Because he left you. You weren’t his to steal. He fucked up.

Chest heaving as his mind races on where you could be. He has an idea of who took you and it sickens him. He sees what Lark has become. Rumlow was the worst kind of drug dealer, because he dealt in more than just drugs, he dealt in women.

“Steve.”

“I fucked up,” he turns around. Eyes pleading at Bucky. “Why are you here?”

“Sam’s with the girls. I’m risking my life and the chance to see my future son because I can’t imagine what you’re going through. You fucked up, but I can’t let you wonder your what ifs or wonder where she is. I can’t let you lose the love of your life,” Steve shakes his head, the anger turning into the worst pain he’s ever felt in his life. As the last of his humanity is wrenched from his fingers. “Why can’t you say it? Does she mean that little to you?”

“She means more than any amount fucking words, Bucky. She means everything. Shy and Ember were threatened. Nat and the girls, and a lot don’t even know that Sam and Nat are together and have kids. Why do they want her?”

“They’re trying to make your kingdom crumble. The dark lord of the seedy underbelly. Ruled by fear and power. For a drug lord you had some morals, if that’s what you want to call it. And there’s…”

“Peggy,” Steve gulps, glancing around the room that is as messy as his head. Disheveled in every crevice. He has to clear his mind if he’s ever going to find you.

“I want you to make me a promise,” Steve nods. Taking a few deep breaths to center himself. It ends now. He won’t hold back. It’s time to burn the world down to save you. Rumlow’s entire organization will disintegrate. He doesn’t even care where the two of you end up. He needs to know you’re alive, and living the life you want. And he hopes you still can find a place to put him in it.

“If we find Dove, I need you to tell her exactly how you feel, you coward. Quit waiting until the girl falls asleep before you say it.”

“Deal.”

“Let’s go save a dove.”

You could look at Steve trying to destroy you as a good thing. There’s a numbness that courses through your veins, or maybe it’s just a sleepy fog since the moment he walked out that door. Staring at the sleeping form of the man that tattooed you while your arms are restrained above your head, you wonder how you slipped this far into this world of darkness. Your will to fight dormant and resting. Now you observe. Paying attention to everything while you remember every bit of this moment. Something eventually had to help.

You don’t hate Steve. In fact the reason he did what he did seems to be to avoid this bullshit right here. Protecting you from whatever this hell is, but he failed. He let the wrong one watch you. And your own sister somehow played a part. You’d cuss him for the fool that he is when he comes to rescue you. And then allow your exhaustion and anger to rain down him with a fury that is hibernating.

Your eyes start to droop a bit. The adrenaline and heart shattering moments hitting a climax so high that your body is spent. There is no time for fear, and no time for anger. It’s survival. Steve would find you, and you would kick him in his perfect balls for ever hurting you. Even though the idea of him throwing that door open to save you like a scarred Prince Charming was looking damn fine, you can’t ignore what he did.

“How long has it been?” A sickeningly sweet voice walks into the room, and her beady eyes look you up and down. “What is she wearing?”

“Whatever I could put on her. You said you didn’t want Rumlow to see her the way I found her. You’re still so concerned with him leaving you for someone else?” His head bounces to the side with the force of the smack she connects to his face. “Why else do you need her covered?”

“I don’t need to see what cunt Steve’s been shagging. Pretending that she was the only one while he was fucking Rumlow’s whores at the club,” you roll your eyes, but refuse to comment. Sam kept tabs on Steve, and even told you he’s never seen him so much as glance at another woman. Her tactics of wearing you down were futile. You couldn’t sink any lower. The bottom has already been reached and all in a few short hours.

“You’ve been fucking like rabbits, and he still hasn’t fucked a baby in you?” You spit on her, gaining a slap against your own cheek. Her red painted nail wipes of your saliva from her face before she embarrassingly rubs it on your face.

“That’s rich coming from a double crossing bitch. You can only smack me when I can’t fight back?”

“You’re a bitchy one, aren’t ya? So tell me, sweet princess, how have you remained without a bastard?”

“It’s called birth control, you idiot.”

“One I need to cut out of your arm? Or rip it out from between your legs? Or do you trust the pill?” What the fuck was this woman getting off on? You aren’t even sure what her fucking problem was, or why it concerned you so much. “Rumlow has suffered with his business, while Steve flourishes. He needs to be destroyed, but I much prefer slow torture,” her fingernails connect to your arm, and she uses far too much pressure to slide all over the delicate skin of your arms before her eyes zone in on your lower body.

”Remove it.”

“What the fuck? No!”

“Stick another fucking needle in her neck and remove it,” she is psychotic. More than Steve could have ever realized. “You know your pretty sister? Yeah, it was easy to break her spirit. It’s funny what money and drugs can get people to do. What would destroy Steve? To see you broken from another human. To see you as a ghost of who you were. A zombie that he can’t even recognize. You know how many people are willing to bid for Steve’s precious Dove? Use your body to work out their frustrations on their biggest competition. Your sister sold you out for money and drugs, but the good thing is she is no longer being pimped out. But you — Steve will never want you again. Remove it. She can be someone else’s problem.”

Her stilettos click out of your room, and Loki stands up to walk closer to you. You flail, screaming out obscenities and no towards him. Having very little room to get any leverage over him. They were all fucking mental. “No! Don’t touch me.”

”It’ll only sting for a minute. You keep getting stuck with this, you’re going to have a bigger problem,” his voice is cloying in your ear as he grabs your face. Coming closer to you with a needle before it drives into your body.

“No! No! Please, no!” Another wave of blackness. Falling into an oblivion of a dark void that has no end in sight. Whispering out, “No,” one more time, and crying because no one can hear you. Being stripped away from the only salvation you knew, and now becoming the exact opposite of what Steve desired the most in you. Untouched. She wanted to sell you, auction you off while Steve can either be searching for you, or pretending you never existed.

You just want to go home. Home to the cabin, and pretend that he was coming home to you. Hold onto happy moments while your humanity is ripped from you. You hate her.

Your head lulls back on your shoulders, and the dingy light of the room tries to filter through the darkness, and you try to grasp it. Hoping that light can save your soul from the monster Peggy was forcing you to become. You hate her.

He didn’t like it. He hated it. Hated that you were ever put in this position, and he had himself more to blame than anyone. The very thought of something going wrong just wasn’t an option. He didn’t need anything to go wrong. He needed you. He needs to know that you are okay, and you were free to live a life.

The thoughts of you choosing a life that didn’t include him was on his mind, but he couldn’t think of that. Everything had to be perfectly planned out. He knew that Peggy was a vindictive bitch, while Rumlow was a pathetic one. He assumes that they’re hoping for an appearance by him.

It wasn’t a secret what they were doing. Everyone knew they were putting you up for auction. The reception went from an absolutely no because they knew Steve’s vengeance would be grisly to the ones that were drooling and licking their jowls at a chance to fuck Steve over. But retaliation would happen. To all of them. There would be a retribution on every single person that participates in the selling of you.

Every last one of them will get the fiery death of his dreams, and if you wanted to facilitate he would let you watch as they all burn. He failed in the one thing he promised above all else and that was to protect you. He’d make it up. He would get you. Or he would watch it all burn.

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There’s moments in your life where you freeze up. Your body goes into autopilot, and you’re just there. Going through the motions. While your body is numb to every poke, prod, and movement by someone else. Your mind is on high alert. Listening to every door open. Absorbing every conversation. Your eyes take stock of all that is around you. Memorize every face as you dream about their demise.

You knew there would come a time when you had to identify people because you still hadn’t given up hope that Steve would keep his promise. Rumlow was a boastful idiot and he was letting everyone know who he was going to have up on that stage. Steve would hear about it, and you didn’t doubt that he would have fun in taking care of everything.

That’s not to say that you didn’t want to add another scar on Steve’s body, and you wanted to scratch him, and maul his perfect face, but you need him to wrap those stupid beefy arms around you and carry you out of this disgusting place. You know if you allow your mind to go into the dark places that you would lose all hope, and you’d never stop crying. Or worse become the devil Peggy was trying to make you.

You didn’t even speak to them when they’d ask you questions. You’d just stare at them blankly as they pinched, slapped, and pushed you around. You wouldn’t allow yourself to let them break you. Not yet. When this is all over you could have those moments of clarity, but right now it’s just to survive. And that meant focusing on everything.

You even knew it took Loki exactly thirty-four steps to get to the chair that set outside of your cage. And another forty-two steps to get to the door. You knew that he was the biggest coward of all, and needed to hide behind a more powerful man. Scheming and lying through his teeth while he collects secrets and information as his own form of currency.

He was loathsome. Peggy was the worst bitch you had ever met in your life. A woman who didn’t want Steve, and also couldn’t bare to see him happy with another woman. The kind of woman whose ego got in the way of the bigger picture. While Rumlow was describable he had bigger reasons for doing this. Peggy’s reasons didn’t go past needing to make Steve feel emasculated.

Disgusting woman, all dolled up for a pretty picture. Steve wasn’t a hero, but he could admit it. She wants to act like there was a moral high ground that she was part of, and still involved with another drug lord. That man just didn’t ask questions. You’d come to learn that Steve did, and that’s why Peggy had to ruin him.

“Are you still sore?” It is a stupid question when your arms were always extended above your head, the fact that she made people remove something so personal from you. Sore didn’t even begin to describe it. “You still mad at me, princess? And if you fucking spit on me again…”

You roll your eyes up to meet her, a sinister smile tugging at your mouth. “Ghastly woman. It’s what you deserve. You can pay for Steve’s sins. They always do,” another one of her tactics is to make you think you were nothing but a fleshlight to Steve. But you knew better. “Do you know how many girls that he has made become a sex worker? Rumor has it he filmed porn right in the club.”

Blah blah blah. You did actually talk to Steve. You also listened. It’s something she didn’t do well. Cocky little bitches never wanted to be the quiet little girls that people think aren’t threatening. Like you. She sees a weak submissive bird. You weren’t weak, and you weren’t dumb. You had more knowledge than she could even fathom about the ongoings of Steve’s enterprise. And there’s one thing she forgets, those sex workers Steve employed had a choice. She had removed yours.

“Are you going to play your game of not talking again?” Smirking, you roll your eyes before concentrating on her shoes. You weren’t going to give her the respect to look her in her face. “You’re such a spoiled child. Did your daddy Steve not spank you enough?”

“Nope,” Steve was not your daddy. He was your Captain.

“You do speak,” god, she’s a pompous twat. If she was closer you would spit on her, just for telling you not to.

“I don’t make it habit of talking to trollops,” with a painted red nail, she slaps you across the face, and your mouth fills with the pungent taste of metal. You gather it in your mouth, waiting. She is already getting closer to you.

“You fucking bitch. I will enjoy seeing you sold, and I will revel in the ways that they use your body to fuck over Steve. And that man never cared for you. You were just warm wet flesh,” one step too close to you, and you let her feel the blood she brought with her slap. The red paints her neck such a brilliant color and you chuckle, “You were just a whore to him. Let him fuck you raw. Intimately. Wanna see?”

Spinning on her heels, she snaps a finger at Loki, “I want Steve fucking her stupid on a loop. Let her watch every moment that was ever a lie. Break her fucking spirit, so she knows Steve never loved her. He couldn’t. Because he loved me, and will always look for a replacement. But there's only one me,” if only she knew that the love that Steve felt for her was nothing compared to how he felt about you. You knew it. He told you.

The sound of his voice stings as the monitor is lit up with the two of you. Precious moments stolen, and there is no telling how many people had seen this. You keep your eyes on Steve, more than you ever did while he was pumping into you. Steve never said the words, but he also couldn’t act. The way he stares at you with so much passion and love, versus the anger he had when he broke up with you. Such a lying coward.

You sniffle, refusing to let any tears cloud your vision or run down your face. You were becoming immune to the physical pain, but seeing a private beautiful moment with Steve hurts so deeply. Even the way he paints your skin with his fingers after making love. Yeah, Steve fucked you and would fuck you hard, but what you just witnessed was sweet. Almost like the first time.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Loki staring at you, and you twist your head to gaze back quickly, causing him to flinch. “When you came to our home…”

“It was just a place for him to hide you and fuck you. Don’t make it seem so domestic.”

“Was this your plan all along? Fuck Steve over?” He shrugs his shoulders, moving to turn back around after making a face with Steve’s grunts on the television. “He’ll enjoy torturing you.”

“You think very highly of yourself. Where were you at when I found you? Broken, naked, and used on a bed. Let’s not forget the money your sister stole from you. What do you think she’s going to do with that much money? Face it, Dovey, everyone around you used you and then left you. Steve for your tight cunt, and your sister for money. You’re better off this way.”

“Don’t call me that,” you wouldn’t let him win. Lark’s involvement is the most painful. Your therapist long ago told you drugs changed people. But inside of that body was still your sister. Somewhere.

“Don’t cry, Dove,” he mocks you as a single tear falls from your face. There’s no sincerity in his voice. And you want him to suffer from your own hands. “I finally know what it sounds like,” and you can’t wait to hear him plead for his pathetic life. His time will come.

You gulp as someone pulls on your leash. Fitted with a dog collar, and lingerie. You stare out blankly at the crowd as words about who you are and what the bidding starts off as begins. Faceless people litter a small crowd, and raised paddles keep being held up.

You try and focus on all their faces, see who is bidding the highest, and it is a zoo. Going so fast it makes you dizzy, and you sway on your heels. The price goes too high for average schmucks, and it seems it is a war between two people.

Both the man and woman are masked, and gloved, and neither have Steve’s features. You feel yourself for the first time slipping into despair. Feeling he didn’t actually care at all, and this is the result. Being sold like cattle.

“Two million,” the man say with finality, and the woman shakes her hand, refusing to pay that much. He left you. You really were worthless to him. Played in his stupid games.

“Sold to Mr. Wolf. Come collect your new pet,” the masked man stands up without a word. Pulling the leash from your handler before scooping up in his arms. Vacant. There’s nothing left. Steve left you to rot.

“I’ve got her,” he says into your ear, and it’s a weird sensation, causing goose pimples to arise on your skin. You didn’t have any idea why he was talking to you. You just need to forget the life you once came from.

The harsh light of the outside stings your eyes, and you start to regress in your body. The fight is finally over, and you just are in disbelief. “We’re out of the building. Clint, lock it down. Steve, I’m taking her to the safe house.”

“Steve?” Your body starts to tremble as the tears you have held in for far too long pours out.

“Shh, Dovey. I’ve got you, sweetheart. We’re going someplace safe, but Steve and a few others are burning this down. “Do you know if Peggy was in there?”

“She was bidding,” your words are whispered and confused, using a hand to squeeze on his metal arm, “Bucky?”

“I’ve got you. I gotta get you away,” he places you into the car, buckling you up before he gets in the seat himself. “We’re outta here. Send them right back to hell. Dove, were there any other girls up for auction?” You shake your head no, starting to curl into a ball. Your arms are still so stiff and sore. “She was all. You’ve got free range, Steve.”

Steve’s mouth curls into a gruesome grin. Eyes blazing as he heads towards the building, “Peggy is mine. Fucking bitch.”

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Ok so what about Male Reader X lady Loki and it's revealed he has a son he adopted because he looks like his been abused and when Loki meets the kid she finds out it's her son Finrir and his lost his memories after escaping his imprisonment

Lady Loki approaches Y/N’s apartment…

Y/N: are you sure you want to meet my son?

Loki: of course. I’m all in with you now

Y/N opens the door and Loki gasps…

Loki: Finrir?! My son!! You’re alive!!!

Loki picks up the young toddler and cries…

Loki: I’m so sorry I lost you. How? How are you here?!

Y/N: Fin is your son?!

Loki: yes. This scar is from the giants who took him.

Fin: M-Momma?

Loki: yes baby. Momma’s never leaving you again.

She kisses her boy over and over, crying her eyes out…

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The Maid - Part 4

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts), swearing, mentions of torture and rape.

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You don't see the king for a few days following your conversation in the kitchen, however, he specifically requested you be placed back as his personal maid exclusively and indefinitely.

You were surprised to have not seen the snake in a while, assuming he had taken some time off. However, once word got out that the king specifically requested you as his maid, the energy in the maid's quarters shifted negatively towards you.

The guards, albeit not the snake, continue to beat you every chance they got.

"You think you're special because the king requested you?" one asked as he hit your face.

"Is that why the snake is missing? What did you do to him? What did you say to the king?" he yells at you as he grabs the collar of your shirt and punches you once more. You can hear the bone of your eye socket lightly crack.

"We knew you're a witch. You cast a spell on him. That is the only reason he chose you. Admit it!" another yelled at you and kicked your side.

"Where is the snake?! Did you curse him you filthy witch?!"

"Maybe we have to burn her at the stake!" one shouts.

"Maybe, the king chose you because you're just a really good whore" followed by another slap.

"Shall we indulge in what the king is so intrigued with, hmmm?" they snicker as they approach you menacingly.

You're too weak to fight back as they tear off your night shirt.

Doubled over in pain, they notice the bandages around your torso.

"Oh, what is this? I heard the snake had you whipped. Who would want to fuck a whore with such ugly scars?" he spat at you.

"That's revolting. How could anybody ever want you. You're disgusting." another spat at you again.

Your eye is swollen, lip bleeding. They laugh as they walk away and leave you in agony, bleeding and barely conscious on the damp stone floor.

You cough as blood spills to the ground and you push yourself up to walk back to your cot.

Exhausted and in pain, you leave your bandages on, without airing out your wounds and cleaning them. You can feel that they ripped open again, blood spilling onto the bandages, soaking them once more.

You're too tired and broken to care.

You fall to your bed, laying on your stomach and pass out.

The next day you are scheduled to clean the kings office. You wake up and notice your cot is stained with blood, so you go to the common bathrooms to bathe. You turn around and notice your night shirt is also soaked in blood. You take it off but it sticks to your skin, and you observe your back. They bandages are soaking wet and the skin around looks yellow.

You're eye is purple and swollen, your lip is split so badly it hurts to speak.

Banner isn't here for another few days, you ran out of the balm, medicine and have no spare bandages. You decide its best to leave them as is, and simply wash the rest of your body with a cloth. You convince yourself that you can survive a few more days before his return.

You're slower than usual, your back pulsates in pain, unable to properly heal from the constant movement of your work and the never-ending abuse from the guards. You can feel yourself getting warmer and stickier everyday, sweating more than usual.

Walking to the kings wing proved to be extremely difficult in this state. Every movement cause pain to shoot through your body, crumpling you over and having you groan out loud. It takes you significantly longer to reach his office, for which you are scheduled to clean for the day.

Unfortunately, it is the one area of his quarters that requires the most stretching to get between shelves and corners. You sigh and grab your supplies.

Taking a deep breath you start to climb the ladder and stretch to clean the top shelf of the library. You hiss as you work, doing it as quickly as possible to minimize the pain.

Are the consequences of the king's disappointment in my subpar work better than sustaining the current pain I'm in?

You slowly walk down the ladder.

Taking deep breaths you focus on finishing the each task and distracting yourself from the pain. It has been long over 2 hours by now since you started cleaning. Clinging onto the library, you feel your head spinning, you're panting and sweating.

You place your head down against the shelf to steady yourself.

The door to the office opens with a loud click and you pause in fear. You hear shoes clicking on the tile, bracing yourself with fear that it is the snake or any other maid manager that has come to reprimand you for being so slow.

"P-Pardon my tardiness. I- I am aware of my sluggishness. I am unwell and f-finishing soon.'

You're shaking, you can't bring yourself to turn around and face who may be there. Suddenly, you feel yourself swaying, your vision gets blurry. You grab onto the shelf to steady yourself but your weakened state has you slipping. Somebody catches you and you scream out in pain from the pressure on your back. The last thing you hear before passing out is "What happened to you?".

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You wake up, laying down on your stomach. You shiver at the cold and realize your back is exposed. Your heart starts beating erratically as you push yourself up in an attempt to flee.

"No! I'm sorry, please!" you scream as you try getting yourself up.

Your shoulders are pushed down roughly and your head is forced down to look at the ground. You being to sob and shake.

"No... please.... stop..." you whisper between sobs.

"Hold her down. This is going to hurt."

Your head snaps up at the familiar voice. "Banner?!"

He simply shushes you and tells the man holding you down to keep me still.

You hear some liquid sloshing out of a bottle and spilled onto a rag. The doctor approaches you and places it on your back, dabbing the flesh. You screech in pain.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. It's severely infected. I have to clean it with alcohol. Be brave for me." Banner says to you as he continues cleaning your wounds.

You're screaming and crying out in pain until you can't anymore. Eyes sucked dry from tears and throat raw from screaming.

Suddenly you hear the door burst open.

"What is going on?!" he sees your wounds as you lay bare on the table.

"Norns, what happened?" he says in disbelief.

"I don't know. I went looking for her and found her in your study. When I approached she fainted and screamed when I caught her. That's when I noticed her back. Her entire attire was soaking in blood and sticking to her open wounds. I have to clean them, they're severely infected. She may die." Banner explains.

"Couldn't you have knocked her out first?!" he questions angrily.

You can't see who is speaking and you can't hear over the pulsing in your ears. You're mind is focused on the pain in your back that you don't notice him and Banner approach you. One more dab to your wounds and you pass out from the agony.

He curses and grabs the rag out of Banner's hands.

"Bring her to my chambers, carefully. Make sure nobody follows." He commands to the guards.

"I need to figure out what is happening within my castle's walls. This is not how I rule my palace and this is not how I will let the guards treat my staff." He turns on his heel and walks out.

Reaching his chambers, the guards gently place her on her stomach in his bed. He reaches his window and opens it, as his beloved pet flies to the ledge. The crow caws for greeting.

"Hello my pet. I have a job for you. Find out what is happening in the maid's quarters. I want names and details. You have never failed me, don't start now. Report to me by morning." The crow caws in response and flies away.

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Part 5

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Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.

Chapter 17: I am a Mu….?

Everyone was at the lab at this point , trying to understand what the hell was going on with me.

Feeling nervous was an understatement, when I found myself hooked up to the wires of the lab.

Having Loki and Bucky here with me though helped me withstand the time here.

" Okay, so these are y/n's scans now " Bruce said as he displayed my scans on the screen.

A red glow was evident in my body through the scans.

" These where her scans on her first day."

A second picture showed up and this time there is a green glow.

" The first picture looks like Loki's core powers" Thor stated.

" So, why the change?" I asked.

" Here is what I know " Bruce started " Like we said before, y/n your power runs on energy; when you use your healing you sleep and when you used your force field you eat a shit ton to compensate the energy."

" I think we already established that." Loki stated with annoyance while I gave him a let the nice man speak look.

" Anyways.. y/n you are on your period, and in a normal female this is state that usually drains women of their energy, it leaves them weak."

" I don't feel weak."

" Do you have any cramps ? "

" No"

" Sore breasts?"

" I beg your pardon " Loki stated angrily

" Calm down big boy, these are all symptoms of the cycle " Natasha stated with a smirk.

I blushed and shook my head in disagreement.

" Now if we zoom on the scans, under the red energy source there is still the green essence, but it is focused on the reproductive areas."

" Seriously does everyone need to be here while we talk about my girlfriends delicates ?"

Tony and Natasha laughed and I was blushing like crazy and my heart skipped faster when I heard him call me his girlfriend. That was a conversation for another time.

I held his hand and gave him a kiss on the inside of his palms and that seemed to shut him right up, as he tried to hide his blush.

" So, her powers are still present then , just focused on her um .."

" her uterus yes " bruce said.

" Why?" Natasha asked.

" Well from my research about people like you y/n is that you guys each have a power that helps you in a way that comes full cycle. Meaning, essentially your powers are meant for keeping you safe, and healthy. So, when you body experienced it's first period it saw that as an attack from yourself and that's why it focused solely on this. However this also left you vulnerable to the outside world and that's why your super strength suddenly appeared."

" So, sleeping beauty is basically a wear-wolf , and her period is her moon?" Tony said while laughing.

I rolled my eyes at his nonsense.

" So my super strength only comes out when I'm on my period?"

" That's the theory."

" Lame" tony stated

" Your superpowers come from a suit stark" Bucky remarked

" An yours from a shot and a metal arm."

" So, is she going to go through all that pain again? Every cycle"

" I don't think so as you actually healed her wounds so in theory they no longer exist now . However, if new wounds arise later on that she heals then they will come back again in her cycle."

" Can't we just stop her period." Bucky asked?

" I mean I wouldn't recommend that, she is still young and stopping it means removing her uterus and that means bye bye babies."

" We are not going to do that." Natasha stated firmly.

" I don't think I want children though." I stated and I missed the look of shock and hurt on Loki's face.

" You don't know what you want." Natasha states angrily

" And you do?"

" Are you an idiot? You don't have a blessing and remove it?"

" You call this a blessing?"

" Guys calm down, we aren't making any decisions now. Y/N Natasha is right on one thing, you can't do that on impulse. You have to think."

Bruce intervened knowing this was a sensitive topic for his soulmate.

" Wait a minute, I want to go back to what you said earlier.." Thor asked " You kept saying from the research about people like here... what do you mean by that."

Bruce frowned that Thor caught onto that and from the looks that he is getting from Loki , he won't be able to ignore Thor's questions.

" Well , um Y/N is what you call a mutant.."

" I am a Mu...?"