#loki x disabled!reader

[vbecker10]

This might be an odd request, but could you please write a Loki x disabled!reader fic where the reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder and is having a really bad brain fog day? Like they can’t remember what someone two seconds ago kinda bad? I know it’s very specific but I never get to see my disability portrayed anywhere so I thought I’d give it a shot. Thanks for your consideration❤️

Don't Forget

Pairing: Loki x female/disabled reader (Y/N) - established relationship

Summary: You and Loki have been together just over a year and you moved into his apartment three weeks ago. He has been on a mission for the last five days and you are determined to make his homecoming special since it is the first time he's been away since you started living together. Unfortunately, you've been so busy and stressed trying to get things ready that you're FND symptoms become worse and you worry they will ruin your plans.

Background Info: Female reader has Functional Neurologic Disorder (FND) with the following symptoms - numbness / temporary paralysis in legs which requires the intermittent use of a wheelchair, light sensitivity, heat intolerance and memory issues. I know that these are not all of the symptoms of FND and there are several types and degrees of severity but these are the symptoms I included based on the request.

A/N: @fallingfastfailingfaster thank you so much for this request! I really really hope you like it! 💚💚

You turn off your alarm and reach over for Loki but his side of the bed is still empty. You sigh but quickly remember he will finally be home later today. A smile spreads across your lips, it's been five lonely nights and you can't wait to see him again.

You throw off your sheets and realize, much to your disappointment, that you can't feel your legs. They are completely numb and unresponsive when you try to move them. The muscles in your legs had been weak last night but you hoped they would be better this morning even though you know that isn't how it works. You groan as you sit up, today is not the day you want to deal with this. You reach for your wheelchair which thankfully you placed nearby last night and transfer yourself before heading out of the bedroom.

You roll into the living area and turn the lights on then quickly turn them off again as they instantly hurt your eyes. They seem far too bright this morning so you decide you'll just have to do without them. Pulling open the curtains instead, you let the morning light in then head to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee because coffee makes everything better.

When you roll over the threshold into the kitchen you pause. The green glow of Loki's seidr travels through the kitchen and you smile, watching it transform the room. The base cabinets become shorter, enabling the countertops and appliances to lower to an accessible height. The sink cabinet reconfigures so you can roll your chair under it to use it better. All of the handles on the upper cabinets lower so you can reach them without stretching as far, they already have a shelf system which allows you to pull them down so you can grab what you need.

You sit back while the kitchen renovates itself and remember the first morning after you moved in with Loki.

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You needed to use your wheelchair since you were exhausted from moving and he was shocked by how difficult it was for you to use the kitchen. He asked if you would prefer he had the kitchen adjusted by Stark's team of contractors but you told him no.

"You're too tall to use the kitchen if you lower everything so I can use it," you told him as you struggled to reach the toaster which was pushed against the back splash.

He moved it towards you then smirked, "You figured out my master plan."

You laughed and said, "I forgot who I was talking to for a minute. What master plan does the great God of Mischief have now?"

"To avoid doing the dishes ever again by making it nearly impossible for me to use the kitchen properly," he chuckled. He leaned down and kissed your cheek lightly.

You shook your head but couldn't hide your smile, telling him, "That is a horrible plan."

You reminded him that you wouldn't always need to use your wheelchair so redoing the kitchen permanently might not be very helpful to either of you. He had thought it over for a few hours, digging through some of his old books before he finally found a spell he could adjust slightly for the perfect solution.

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You reach the coffeemaker easily and turn it on then go back to your bedroom to get dressed for work. Half an hour later you pick up your bag from the coffee table and head to the front door. Your attention catches on the small sign you hung by the door. One of your oldest friends gave it to you as a joke when you moved in.

"Keys," you say out loud as you jingle them in your hand. "Wallet, phone, tablet," you read off the next items as you double check your bag on your lap. "Coffee," you read the next item, "Ahh crap!" You return to the kitchen to find your coffee lukewarm at best, still sitting in the coffeemaker. You sigh and check the clock on the stove, thankfully you still have enough time to make a second cup.

You put a lid on the cold coffee and place it in the fridge, deciding you'll have ice coffee tomorrow. You grab a post-it note from the side of the fridge and write 'ice coffee' in large letters hoping you'll see it when you are getting ready tomorrow. You put it between the note reminding you to pick up the cupcakes at 2PM and a picture of you and Loki in the park.

You smile at the picture, it was one of the first you took together when you started dating just over a year ago. Your memory for little daily tasks may be worse than terrible some days but thankfully you could remember every second you spent with him.

You pull yourself away from the memory and head towards the door again, ready to leave for work. Reaching for the knob, you suddenly you remember why you had gone back into the kitchen in the first place and rub your temples in annoyance. You head back to the kitchen and sit in front of the coffeemaker, afraid if you look away for even a second you will forget it once more.

You head straight to Agent Hill's office when you get to the floor where you with. You remind her that you will only be working until noon since Loki is arriving around 4PM.

"Are you sure you want to work today?" she asks, looking at your chair and not you. "If you're not feeling well, you can take the day off."

"I'm fine," you assure your boss. If you took off every day you didn't feel 100%, you would work around five days a year.

"You have plenty of sick time," she continues to insist you aren't well enough to work. You fight to not roll your eyes, just because you needed help getting around today didn't mean you were suddenly incapable of working.

"I told you, I'm fine," you repeat, keeping your voice even. Before she can respond, you take your tablet out of your bag and ask her, "You need the paperwork for case file X-176 and H-778 today right? The rest can wait until tomorrow, I think." You check your notes to make sure you get all your work in before you need to leave for the day.

"Yes, just those two files," she answers. "But like I said, if you need the day-"

"I'll have them to you soon," you promise then turn your chair away from her, not allowing room for her to make another comment.

You sigh when you close the door but only a second later you run into another annoying problem. Steve and Sam are walking down the hall in the direction of your office and you know the second you make eye contact with Steve what he is going to do.

"Good morning, Y/N," he says in his typically cheerful voice as he grabs onto the handles of your wheelchair.

"Hi Steve, hi Sam," you greet them both. "You don't need to do that," you tell Steve for the hundredth time.

"Its not a problem," he answers then continues his conversation with Sam as if you are simply an object he is moving. You know he means well but every time he does this, your mind returns to a post you saw on Pinterest a few years ago. It showed how to install small plastic spikes onto your handles so people can't just grab them and push you around. Nothing made you feel less independent then having someone just roll you around without even interacting with you.

Thankfully Loki never does that. He always asks if you want or need his help before touching your chair, he has never assumed you can't do things by yourself. He knows you are fiercely independent and he always supports you, it is one of the many, many things you love about him.

You rest your head on one hand with your elbow on the desk, hoping your headache will go away before Loki gets home. It started pounding as soon as you closed the door to your office this morning and hasn't let up.

Your office is the same temperature as always but you fell like it is ninety degrees. You drink another sip of water and close your eyes for a moment, feeling your heart beating faster. Wiping away a bit of sweat from your forehead, you ask J.A.R.V.I.S what the temperature in the room is for the fifth or sixth time. Again, it tells you the room is seventy degrees but your body doesn't believe it. You roll to the window near your desk and open it as much as you can reach to try and let the breeze in.

Your alarm goes off a half an hour later and you look at it curiously, wondering why you set it. When you check the message attached to the alarm you smile, your done for the day finally and Loki will be back in a few hours. You check your email for a third time to make sure you sent Agent Hill the two case files that were due today and shut down your computer.

Thankfully your memory issues weren't an issue when it came to doing your work today. You had notes and reminders all over your desk and computer so you wouldn't miss a step. Loki had suggested you write out your whole process one day when your memory wasn't so foggy and it was incredibly helpful for days like today.

You leave your office and make your way back to your apartment, luckily avoiding Steve or anyone else who wanted to be helpful. You decide to get changed quick before heading out to run your errands, the final task of the day is to pick up the cupcakes you ordered.

Loki has a substantial sweet tooth and the bakery you ordered from is special to you both. It was only a few blocks from the Tower and it was his favorite one in the city. He had taken you there after you saw a movie on your first date, sharing pastries and talking until closing. You surprised Loki with a treat from there a few weeks later when he came back from a short mission to Russia. It quickly become a tradition, whenever Loki came home after being away for a week or longer, you would pick up something for him from there.

He would sometimes bring you one of your favorite pastries and a small bunch of flowers when you were having an especially rough time with your FND. You really appreciated the way he would try and make you smile no matter how badly you were feeling.

Even though Loki had been gone less than a week, you still wanted to surprise him tonight. Since it was the first time he had left since you moved in together, it felt like something you wanted to celebrate. You had planned on making a home cooked meal as well. It was hard not to laugh at how eloquently he complained about the food SHIELD provided when he was on a mission.

You get off the bus at the grocery store and try not to be too annoyed. It is always such a pain to take public transportation with your wheelchair but what was really bothering you was that you should have done this errand already. You had meant to grocery shop two days ago, when you had the day off from work but you got distracted doing your laundry and other things. By the time you remembered that you were supposed to pick up the ingredients to make dinner, it was too late to go out.

You wait on the long line with your basket of groceries resting on your lap, thinking about the last time you came shopping here with Loki.

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"No, that one," you giggled and pointed to the cereal on the very top shelf.

"This one specifically?" he asked and you nodded when he grabed the box without having to stretch at all.

"You are so useful," you told him when he added it to the cart he was pushing. You rolled next to him down the aisle.

"I knew you were only keeping me around because of my height," he joked then kissed the top of your head.

"Its not the only reason," you smiled up at him. "But it's definitely on the list."

"Speaking of," he paused. "Is this everything that was on the list?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted with a frown when you glanced into the partially full cart. You had left the list on the kitchen counter with your reusable bags, of course.

He took your hand and said, "Take your time."

You bit your lip and looked at the cart, trying to compare it to the list you had written while eating breakfast. "Something is missing," you felt sure of it. Loki stood quietly with you, not rushing you while you thought. "Eggs," you looked up at him excitedly when it finally popped into your head.

He smiled, "To the eggs." He followed you to the back of the store, as he had three times previously that trip, never once complaining.

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You smile to yourself, still thinking about Loki, as the line finally moves. He is one of the few people you know who has never made you feel stupid or annoying for not being able to remember things. You told him once when you first started dating that you couldn't stand it when people treated you as if you weren't smart because of your memory issues and it hurt. Since then, he has always encouraged you to find the missing piece yourself first and only fills in the blanks if you ask him to.

You put the finishing touches on the lasagna and slide into the oven as your phone chimes on the counter. You pick it up and see a text from Loki telling you he's back. The smile on your face fades quickly as you realize this means you had lost track of time. You had hoped to meet him at the landing pad, you wanted to see him the minute he was home. Apparently you set up your alarm to remind you to go down and meet him, but you forgot to turn it on.

A few minutes later you hear the front door unlock and you wheel yourself into the living area to greet him. He opens the door and immediately bends down to kiss you, wrapping you in a tight hug. When he finally releases you from his hold he smiles and says, "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too," you look up at him, you couldn't be happier to have him home.

He walks back towards the door to hang up his bag then turns on the lights without thinking. You instantly raise your hand to cover your eyes and look down as the over head light feels painfully bright. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, noticing your discomfort. He comes to your side and waves his hand, dimming the lights. "Tell me when it is okay, sweetheart," he says.

You lower your hand slightly and when it no longer hurts you tell him, "That's perfect, thanks."

He kisses your cheek and then asks, "How you are feeling?" He moves towards the couch and you follow him.

"Have the lights been bothering you all day as well?" his tone is a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"I'm fine," you answer but he raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, you know he wants the truth and not what you tell everyone else. You admit you are having a rough day, "When I woke up I couldn't use my legs at all and my memory is absolutely gone today."

You push yourself onto the couch next to Loki and he shifts so his arm is around you. "Yeah, I didn't even turn them on what I got to my office. It felt like the room was on fire today too, it gave me such a headache," you tell him.

"I'm sorry you didn't feel well today," he runs his fingers through your hair slowly. "Have you been pushing yourself too hard?" he asks and you shrug, not looking at him. "I know you want to do everything but you need to remember to rest." You nod and he pulls you closer.

"-and then I told Thor that if he wasn't on the jet in the next two minutes, I was going to have them take off without him," Loki chuckles.

"You did not threaten to leave your brother in Siberia," you put your hand over your mouth.

"I had been away from you long enough," he smiles and you lean towards him, kissing his cheek. His smiles vanishes and he looks into the kitchen, "Is something burning?"

You turn to look towards the kitchen, "Oh no! Did I forget to set the timer?"

He gets up quickly and shuts off the oven before opening it and freeing a cloud of black smoke. Your heart sinks as you get back in your chair and go to the kitchen. He puts the charred remains of your lasagna in the sink and waves off the smoke so the fire alarm doesn't go off.

"I can't believe I ruined it," you look down.

Loki kneels in front of you and touches your shoulder gently, "I'm sorry, I know how hard you worked on that." You fight to hold back tears and he says, "It's okay, darling. We can order take out tonight, have a bit of dessert and watch a movie. This weekend you can show me how you make your famous lasagna."

All of a sudden you feel a tightness in your chest, "I forgot to go to the bakery." You begin to lose the battle to hold back your tears. "I burnt dinner, I messed up getting a dessert, I couldn't even get myself together to go down and see you when you got off the jet," you look down as the first tear slips down your cheek. "I wanted to make your first homecoming since we moved in together special but it's ruined because of my stupid, useless memory," you cry.

He leans towards you and you wrap your arms around him, resting your face on his shoulder. He rubs your back slowly and quietly says, "My homecoming is not ruined." You look at him and he smiles, wiping the tears from your cheeks. "I can't tell you how loved it makes me feel knowing how much effort you put into tonight," he tells you.

"Even if it was a total disaster?" you ask.

"Even then," he risks his answer and you breath a small laugh. "I know you are upset about dinner and dessert, but I'm just glad to be home with you." You nod and lock eyes with Loki, he smiles and strokes your cheek gently. "Your memory is..."

"Garbage?" you suggest.

"I was going to say 'not the best'," he shakes his head but you smile a bit.

"But garbage works," you joke, feeling slightly better.

"Will you be quiet and let me try to be romantic for a moment?" he laughs and you pretend to zip your mouth closed. He sighs and starts again, "Your memory is not the best, we can both agree on that, but I never want you to forget how much I love you. You are smart and beautiful and strong, pushing through each day even when you are in pain or your body fights you. You are the most amazing woman in the nine realms and I am so lucky to be able to call you mine."

You smile as Loki talks and when he finishes you pull him to you, kissing him deeply. "I love you too," you tell him. After a moment, he sits back and you wipe away the last remaining tears.

"I have an idea," he says. "I think you need more triggers for your memory."

"What do you mean?" you ask.

He points over your shoulder towards the door as he answers, "You haven't forgotten your keys once since you put that up."

"That was just a joke," you tell him.

"But it works," he responds.

You sit on the couch as Loki unpacks the Chinese takeout onto the coffee table. "Are you sure you're okay with doing all of this to your apartment?" you ask when he hands you a pair of chopsticks.

"Y/N, this is your home now too," he reminds you gently. "I want you to feel comfortable here and I want it to work for you, however you need it to." You kiss his cheek and he smiles.

After the two of you finish eating, you begin thinking of ways to adjust your new home to suit you better. Loki asks J.A.R.V.I.S to reprogram all of the lights to be on dimmer settings so you can still use them when you're light sensitivity is acting up. He has the program automatically ask you to set timers or reminders for all of the appliances in the kitchen, including the coffeemaker. A few hours later, you are both tired and decide any other changes can be made in the morning or as you think of them.

He helps you into bed and you push yourself onto his chest so he can hold you. He runs his fingers up and down your back lightly and you close your eyes. "I'm so glad your home," you tell him in a quiet voice.

"So am I," he replies, kissing your forehead. "Don't forget, I love you."

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Hiiiiii I love your blog and all of your writing (especially your little fanific they comfort me a lot)

You can ignore this request, but do you think you can write something for a disabled reader trying to take care of themselves like do every day things (taking a shower or cooking) and the more and more they mess up things the more frustrated they get (and maybe regress) until someone (either stucky or loki if you don't mind) swoops in and takes over to help and let's them know that it's okay to need help

Thank you for listening I hope your having a good day

It's hard.

A/N- Eeee! Hello! I'm so glad you like my blog, my entire goal is to make stories that people can love. I hope I made your request okay! I know i changed it somewhat but I might use this idea a few times. Thank you so much for it, and if anyone else has a request please send them!

Masterlist - All my work!

Warnings ⚠️: Disabled reader, Mentions of ignorant family, reader struggles with their own body, Loki helps reader to shower and get dressed, Loki carries reader, fluff, let me know if I miss any!

CG!Loki Laufeyson x Disabled!Gn little reader!

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You had always struggled with being able to function, or to be able to even properly care for yourself. This included everyday things, things like eating, making your own bed, even walking was hard to do.

Your parents rarely believed you when you would tell them something was wrong, even after numerous hospital visits, the different doctors telling your parents you were just dramatic, didn’t help. You were in constant pain but throughout your life, you learned to bear it. To never complain about it. To shut up.

However when you started to regress from it, from the pain, from being beaten down for your pain, it all started to feel better and hurt all at once. You were in a state of a child, in the pain of a dult, and by yourself. This was hard to handle all at once, it meant alot of nights were spent in bed wondering why you.

When you met Loki, you were cautious, you didn’t know how he would react. Would he tell you that you were faking just like the others? Would he believe you? Did you believe yourself?

Loki eventually found out a few months into you both being together, he picked up on your little clues, how you avoided lifting heavy things, or how you sometimes would stomp your feet a little more after a long day. When you would curl into his side on days the pain was just unbearable. He helped you go see doctors and get meds that were supposed to help, but they only lessened the pain enough to manage.

Today loki had gone out to go get you guys breakfast and you decided to shower, or attleast attempt to. You had clambered out of bed pretty easily, your body seeming to play nice today. You gathered the items you need to make yourself comfortable after and during the shower, before you headed into the bathroom.

You and Loki had decided to let today be a little day, so you had your favorite pjs on for after the shower, and you were ecstatic to be able to spend the day with loki. You slowly and carefully got undressed and climbed into the shower, some of your favorite music playing in the background.

You were successfully getting through the shower before everything started to hurt. The hot water began to burn, and your vision started to get blurry. It was like your joints were starting to play a painful prank on you. You tried to carefully sit down, but slipped and fell slightly onto the shower floor.

You began to cry when you heard the bathroom door open, and Lokis soothing voice coming through.

“Darling? You okay?”

“D-Dada!” You stutter out scared.

Loki immediately swoops into the shower gently helping you sit up properly before he turns off the shower and switches it to where he can fill the bath up. He pulls his sleeves up before gently pushing the hair out of your face and checking you for bruises.

“Baby what happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I slipped” You mutter out softly.

Loki gently kisses your head before getting a washcloth to help finish cleaning you up. He carefully and gently helps get you cleaned up before starting to help you wash your hair. He leaves gentle little kisses throughout your hair, making sure that your comfortable and that you feel safe.

“Baby you know i’d help you in anyway when you dont feel good right? I know its hard to ask for help but you my darling deserve the care and love. Don’t be afraid to wait for me or to ask me for help, thats why im here right?” He softly cups your cheek, making sure you see the sincerity in his eyes.

You only are able to nod as a response, your eyes filling with tears as you’d never felt more loved.

Loki gently helps you out of the tub, helping you to dry off and to get dressed, kissing your nose when your in your comfortable pjs of choice. He scoops you up into his arms, kissing your cheeks and carrying you to the living room where he has pillows and blankets ready for you and your favorite movie ready to hit play.

He sits down with you on his lap as he covers you in blankets and kisses your head. You buries your face into his neck, peaking out just enough to be able to see.

“Dada than’ you. Its hards to asks for help sometimes.”

“Its okay for it to be hard, dada will continue to love you either way.”

[jiyascepter]

───── May

So I decided that I should be making my monthly reading lists to promote some fellow writers even more, even if one person reads a fic from here it would change something, wouldn't it?

(idk if tumblr would let me tag so many writers at once, but the links to fics work so pls check out their profiles too!)

And also if I ever want to reread them it would be easier to find 👀 I'll try my best to make these lists every month ✨️

So here are some lovely fanfics I've read this month, please make sure to give them some love by commenting or reblogging, it means a lot to us writers 🤍

Fluff: 🥰 | Angst: 💔 | Hurt/Comfort: ❤️‍🩹 | Smut: 🔥 | Dark: 🖤 | Humor: 😆

@ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Loki's Island Fever [Avengers!Loki x reader] | ongoing 🔥😆

@vbecker10

Talk to Me [Loki x f!reader] Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 is wip | ❤️‍🩹🥰

@lokischambermaid

From The Horny Misadventures of Nomad Steve:

Disciplinary Action [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥

Positive Reinforcement [Nomad!Steve Rogers x Agent!reader] 🔥😆

@lokisgoodgirl

Distractions [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Like a Queen [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Also check out her upcoming series : The Rite

@buckys-wintersoldier

His name, his property [Dark!Steve Kemp x f!reader] 🖤🔥

Glazed (donut) Holes [Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x girlfriend!reader] 🔥

Teasing [Dom Bf!Bucky x Sub gf!reader] 🔥

Little Perv co-written with @lanabuckybarnes [Stepbrother!Bucky Barnes x Stepsister!Reader x BestFriend!Steve Rogers] 🔥

Bucky Offers You a Better Job [CEO!Bucky x Assistant f!reader] 🔥

Domination [SoftDom!Bucky x Sub!reader] 🔥

How Love Works [Ransom Drysdale x reader] 🥰

@foxherder

Loki imagine (based off The Avengers) [Loki x reader] 🥰

@vbecker10

Help you bear it [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

You Can't Hurt Me [Loki x f!reader] ❤️‍🩹

What Prank? [Bucky x f!reader] 🥰😆

Running Into Trouble [Loki x f!reader] 🥰

Whatever It Takes [Loki x f!reader] 🥰 slight🔥

The Dress [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

Don't Forget [Loki x Disabled Female reader] 🥰❤️‍🩹

@loki-cees-all

Keeping Score [TVA!Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@sarahscribbles

Vanilla and Honeycomb [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@bookishtheaterlover7

How Long Could We Be a Sad Song? [Chris Evans x Secret Girlfriend!Reader] 💔

@muddyorbsblr

Curiosities [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

@mischiefmaker615

Feral [Frost Giant!Loki x f!reader] 🖤🔥

@buckets-and-trees

Give Up [Alpha!Bucky x Fem Omega!reader] 🔥

@simplyholl

The Interview [Rockstar!Bucky x f!reader] 🔥

Truly Desperate [Loki x f!reader] 🔥😆

@lulubelle814

The Accident and the Misunderstanding [Tom Hiddleston x Reader] 💔🥰

@sergeantbarnessdoll

You Stayed [Steve Kemp x reader] 🥰

@buckysdarling

If You Wanna Come, Give My Brother Some [Steve x reader x Bucky] 🔥

@mrs-illyrian-baby

No Sacrifice Without Blood [Vampire!Loki x reader] 🖤🔥

@divine-knight-hand

A Show Of Temptation [Loki x f!reader] 🔥

So yeah these were all the amazing stories I read this month, make sure to give these a read ! Also if you have any fic recs please let me know ;)

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Hi S. Can I request hc for Hades (RoR) and fem s/o? S/o is having a bad day and Hades comforts her intimately? 18+ and fluff please. Have a good day/night!

After a long time, guess who is back again? I finally finish my studies and I'm just chilling right now. So, as I'm in a Hazbin Hotel, HSR, Wuthering Waves and ZZZ brainrot And, I'm trying to get back at my feet for writing - if this isn't good is because of that :< (Also if any of you noticed that I didn't put dialogues with the S/O, it's mostly for her to also represent people with disabilities that makes them rely on sign language and everything <3) Also! If anyone is interested in Hazbin Hotel AU's, I have an > alternative Account < for drawings [what will include my au's <3] and also, I will probably start posting some X reader and long fanfics in my AO3 account. Also, I post some arts in my Twitter <3 Click on the pink text to go to the links <3 —— —͙ – -✰ Fandom: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no ValkyrieCharacters: Hades. Warnings: Smut! —— —͙ – -✰

Hades x S/O: Feelings.

Hades is a simple man: The world could BURN and he wouldn't bait an eye, he doesn't care about humans, about other gods - except for his beloved, Persephone and his Brother. You and Persephone are the only ones who would make Hades go against his brother, against everything he worked so hard to maintain. Hades has no limitation when the topic were the two of you. Even if he wasn't in a romantic relationship with Persephone, this would be the same. You, bless your soul, already knew about his completely devotion - First of all, he never tried to hide it. Anubis, Thanatos and other gods associated with death noticed his demanour since the beginning. [And Thanatos is oblivious as fish swimming in the sea.] Not only that, but also: Loki RUINED your outfit, Hermes had to get you to the underworld - you were so close to breaking down in front of Loki...

This whole event was too much for you, especially because Hermes wouldn't let you interact with him. You had to go to Hades's room and already saw him, he was just with his pant while he seemed to be a bit... Tired, but, he just needed to look at you to have a smile.

"My beloved... What a pleasure seeing you" He looked at you and got closer, taking your hand after seeing the ruined outfit and the dirt, he was immediately pissed "What happened? Who did this to you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer him properly, your words were left to nothing as you sobbed, the gibberish you were saying didn't make him understand what was happening, but he knew that you needed a hug... And a bath.

"Come on, my beautiful wife... Let's take a bath"

Hades would spend his whole time just bathing you, hearing you spill your heart to him, telling him about everything that has gone wrong... And he would tell you how amazing you were, how strong you were and to praise you as you continued your story. Only when you were finished telling him everything, he would start to clean you up, he would dare to pick a cloth for you, he would just carry you - again - to his room and lay you down to the bed.

"My wife... Would you like me to sing you praises?" He always said that before going at you... And, as anyone would say. You just nodded. He was imediately, holding your thighs, letting space for him to be in between them "If you want to stop, just say 'Stop', okay? I wouldn't want to overwhelm you." He was always sweet, he always putted your own pleasure as his top priority... He didn't care if he didn't have a shot, if he didn't touch himself... He could be satisfied with just making you feel pleasure.

He started as always, kissing your clit as one of his hand started to do circles through your entrance until he started to push his fingers in and out, he was relief at hearing your moans and pleads to be faster. He just gave anything that you asked him, he started sucking your clit as his fingers started to get faster. As a reflect, you imprisioned his face against your thighs, you felt like you could suffocate him - until you remembered that gods don't need to breath. Hades didn't even cared with how much your legs trembled as he guided you to a much deserved orgasm.

He drinked it, drinked and licked anything left. He - as always smiling and looking at you with pride and love - would just take of his gloves and touch your face. "Do you feel better, my love?" After losing your senses for a second or so, you could only rely on your lips reading to tell him Yes. He would lay at your side, holding your waist and softly caressing your cheeks. "You can sleep if you want to, my beloved wife... I will wait for you."

The day was too much for you... But at least, you would sleep peacefully with your husband at your side, hugging you as if you were close to disapear.

—— —͙ – -✰ The next posts will be: OC x Reader, ROR x Reader and Hazbin Hotel x Reader. Stay tunned <3 [Hazbin Hotel will include Oc's, but they are just there for plot - Since it will be a long fic.]

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Avatar

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Teen wolf

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Doctor who

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Lord of the rings/the hobbit

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My hero academia

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Demon slayer

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Tokyo ghoul

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Durarara!!

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Skyrim

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Ackley bridge

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The vampire diaries

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the watcher

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911

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Downton Abbey

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Kingsmen

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Bones

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Buffy the vampire slayer

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The walking dead

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[x-neurodivergent-reader]

💗 Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love! 💗

Oooh, thank you!

I'm going to include some headcanon lists here as well, since I don't really have five fics that I still love tbh - but here we go!

(I ended up going on some little tangents about why I like each fic, so it's all under the cut.)

Sealing the Void (Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader)

It's been a while since I've reread it (or any of my fics, for that matter), so I'm not sure how the writing holds up - but I've always seen this one as my best fic. Not only did it come from an emotional place for me, but the dynamic between a reader who loves cats, and the Master not caring for them, but being fond enough of the reader to put that aside, was fun to write! I'd still like to finish the sequel to this someday.

2. Adoration Equation (Loki x Autistic!Reader w/ Dyscalculia)

My final Loki fic, and a cute one to end on, if I do say so myself! It was neat to write Loki and the reader going on a mission together, and to show them already being in a fairly new relationship, where they still have some things to learn. Being a oneshot where the two discuss the reader's disability in one conversation, I feel like this fic uses a similar-ish concept to Learning From You, but does it a lot better.

3. Headcanons: Loki with an S/O who stims

Last I checked, this was my most popular piece of writing on this blog (until a certain Doctor Who one I'm also going to list at the end), and I can see why! I liked thinking about ways Loki would interact with a partner who stims in different ways (especially thinking about things specific to him, such as his Jotun form). It's just a nice, feel-good set of headcanons for anyone who stims, and likes the dark haired alien prince!

4. Headcanons: Dhawan!Master x Autistic!Reader with a special interest in urban exploration

This one combines two of my loves - The Master and urban exploration - to some fun results! I enjoyed writing my ideas for how the Master could be playful or annoying while visiting abandoned places with the reader, and how he would have a penchant for those with darker histories. I had a look through both these, and my similar headcanons for the 13th Doctor, and I have to say that the Master would be more fun to explore with!

5. Headcanons: 13th Doctor comforting a neurodivergent S/O

Since my other favourites only involved either Loki or the Master, I had a look to see if there were any 13th Doctor imagines I particularly like - and this one was quite sweet to read through! Considering her canon admittance to not being good at comforting people, I think the idea of the reader outright telling her how to help them, and her working with that, was the best approach. It was interesting to think of how her ability to help might change when given a specific idea of how to do it.

And now for an honourable mention, because why not?

6. Headcanons: 10th Doctor x Autistic!Reader established relationship

Despite the fact that this isn't one I've seen as being particularly special, it's the piece of writing on my blog with the most notes. It might only be because it involves the 10th Doctor. Or it might be because it genuinely is pretty cute! After reading through it again, I think it does deserve to be on this list.

My writing skills are rusty as hell right now, so I think these are all worth reading, until I start improving again.

Thanks again for sending this to me!

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Hey everyone! I've had this blog for several months now and I'm only just getting around to do this hahaha oops

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(going to briefly mention some heavy topics in point 6)

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I mostly write gn!reader, with afab!gn!reader for most of the smuts I write, but I also write tranmasc, fem, and masc readers. But by default I typically write gn!reader. I also never use y/n. If the reader has a nickname I will put it in the A/N

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Fandoms/Characters

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Cassian Andor

Bix Caleen

Din Djarin

Jyn Erso

Moon Knight

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Steven Grant

Layla el-Faouly

Triple Frontier

Santiago Garcia

Frankie Morales

Benny Miller

Will Miller

Marvel

Loki

Sylvie

The list may change as my interests do but you can never go wrong with Poe Dameron (or another Oscar character)

Any characters that are italicized are my preference in each fandom. For moon knight, I like them all equally

MASTERLIST

[salted-snailz]

me reading fics where I’m a badass super hero as if I’m not physically disabled. one can dream, can’t they?

[lloki]

Would I lie?

Disabled Avenger, gender neutral reader

Platonic fluff, hurt comfort, loki x reader

It was one of those days that had me feeling worthless. Another mission missed because of my body. An ache spreads through my chest as I remembered past missions I'd gone on and how much I was able to help. As I got older my health declined more and more, to the point where I was basically the compound babysitter.

It broke my heart.

I wanted to be with the team, I wanted to make a difference. But instead I stood in the kitchen, sadly washing a few dishes as my body began to ache again. Tears stung at my eyes in frustration, I couldn't even do simple tasks without pain. A few stray tears rolled down my face as I continued to wash, pushing through the pain that only became more apparent.

I heard footsteps approach the kitchen and quickly wiped my face on my sleeve. It was Loki, he was the only one who didn't go on the mission, and I was hoping he had plans other than just keeping me company. His presence was my favorite to be in, but I didn't want to hold him back. He deserves to go experience a win with everyone else, not be stuck here with me.

"Hello darling." He greeted as he grabbed a drink from the fridge.

"Hey." I said a little colder than I'd meant to.

Loki approached me and placed his hand on my lower back, eyes furrowing when he saw my face.

"Have you been crying?"

I sighed, willing my tears away before they could start again.

"It's.. It's nothing, Loki. I'm just gonna finish up here and head up to the library."

Loki hummed and walked away, or so I thought until I heard a chair scrape against the tile floor. He sat down in the kitchen, taking a drink from his flavored water and watching me expectantly.

I turned off the water and dried my hands, turning to face him and leaning against the counter.

"I really don't wanna talk about it.."

Loki tilted his head at me. "Being silently in pain has never helped anyone, and you should know that. You're the one who taught me that."

I pushed my way off the counter and walked towards him. I took his hand in mine and tugged lightly, he got the message and stood.

"Alright, I'll talk but can we at least go the library?"

He now took the lead, pulling me by my hand.

"Of course."

♡♡♡

We sat the library on one of the couches, I rested my head on Loki's shoulder and let out a heavy sigh. He ran his hand through my hair and down my neck in a rhythm in an attempt to soothe me, but it tickled just a bit. After awhile of comfortable silence I finally spoke.

"It's.. I'm upset about me."

Loki quirked and eyebrow. "You?"

"Yeah, me. What I can't do, it's eating me alive. I'm in pain all the time and that I can handle, that I'm used to. But seeing the world move on without me, seeing my spot in the team be filled by better and faster members just.. Hurts."

Loki pressed a kiss to my forehead, resting his temple against the top of my head after. He breathed a sigh before he spoke.

"You're not useless, even if you feel that way. You make this empty shell of a building into a home, and that's more important than being out there."

I chuckled but there was no humor in it.

"Yeah, knowing Sam's favorite meal and what show Natasha wants to watch is more important than saving the world."

Loki tsked. "They need you, love. They're tired when they come back, and you're here to give them love and make them feel at home. They light up when they talk to you. I know how good it feels to be at the receiving end of your affection, it is truly something of magic."

Tears began to flood my eyes again at his kind words, but my self hatred wouldn't rest.

"That's sweet of you Loki, but it isn't true. They could do without me but the world couldn't do without them."

Loki sat up and faced me, a hurt expression on his face. "This team needs you."

He shook his head, sincerity behind his eyes. "Would I lie?"

A shocked laugh left my mouth. "Yes!"

Loki furrowed his brows. "Would I lie to you?"

I breathed out a heavy breath. "No.. No you wouldn't."

Loki wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug. It was the tightest hug he'd ever given me, almost like he was holding on for dear life. He sucked in a deep breath and placed a kiss on my head. I held on just as tightly.

When he finally spoke, he whispered into my hair. "Don't ever doubt your place on this team. They need you. I need you."

Tears finally fell from my eyes, cascading down my cheeks onto Loki's shoulder. He held me while I cried and we stayed like that long after the tears had stopped. When I finally pulled away he just looked at me, some kind of mixture between worry and admiration.

A tired laugh escaped me. "I'll be fine, I promise. It was just a bad day."

Loki dried my tears with his sleeve. "Good, because I mean it. I need you."

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Hiiiiii I just read your new loki fic with a disabled little and I was amazing to read especially when it's relatable like that I have a bad relationship with my health 😅

If your comfortable with it I really feel that a stucky x disabled little would be a perfect match cuz bucky is disabled (just in a cooler way with the vibranium arm) and iv been reading how you write bucky and Steve and they just want what's best for they're little so I need to read them helping the reader be more comfortable with they're disability.

You can ignore this but I just wanna say I love your blog and I hope your having a great day

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Hurts.

Masterlist - All my work!

A/N - hiii! I am so sorry your request took a little bit because I wanted to make it similar yet different to my story "It's hard." because everyone's experience with pain and why they don't feel comfortable with others when in pain, or for why they have bad relationship with their health is completely different. I wish I could include everyone in each post, and if you'd like to share your story with me I'd love to know, your never alone in your battles. If you have any feed back please let me know!

Warnings⚠️: mentions of rough family life, parents saying meds should fix the pain, ignorance of how pain affects someone, negative regression, mentions of bucky in hydra but nothing significant, please let me know if I missed anything!!

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader

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Bucky understood what it was like to be in unbearable pain, feeling like your entire body was being ripped to shreds. He had been stuck being experimented on for how long? When he told Steve about how he felt on a daily basis even after not being experimented on for a while, Steve did his best to learn how to help him out when the pain just made it unbearable.

This meant that steve tried hard to figure out the best ways to help anyone who was in severe amounts of pain. He tried epsom salts, different type of ointments, mental care, anything he possibly could think about to make bucky comfortable. 

So when they met you, you didn’t seem out of the ordinary for them, to them you were seen as such sweet person and you were pretty confident. When people would talk to you, you helped them out if you could, or were polite in saying you couldn’t. 

You had originally met the two in a library when Steve and Bucky were looking for different types of books to try and learn more about the world today. You were trying to reach for the book on the highest shelf, and pain was shooting through every fiber in your body. You were exhausted and uncomfortable when you saw Steve's shadow behind you and got spooked. You jumped and nearly fell over from moving too quickly off your tippy toes. He gently grabbed your arm to stabilize you before smiling at you and apologizing for scaring you.

He asked if you needed help with getting the book off the shelf and you quietly said yes. It was one of your favorite childhood books, you read them sometimes when you regress, although  he didn’t need to know that. You felt bad making him do it for you, even though he asked. You know it wasn’t anything significant but you had never been able to accept help. 

Your family barely paid any attention to your pain, you were thrown on meds that did nothing when you were a kid and they stopped caring. Everytime you said something you always got “Well, did you take your meds?” “Your meds worked yesterday, don’t lie to me” Meds this, meds that. It got to the point you stopped taking meds and never asked your parents for help with your pain. 

When you were able to finally get into doctor offices by yourself you got meds that helped somewhat, but you still never felt as if you could rely on anyone else to help with your aches and how you felt on the inside. You had meds which meant that you should be fine and learn to deal with the pain on your own. Right?

You had seen the duo in the bookstore quite often after the first interaction, learning they were together and they were shocked when you told them you had no clue who “captain America” or the “winter soldier” was. You never really payed attention to the world outside of your bubble, you couldn’t relate to a lot of people so you shut off a lot of the outside. 

Eventually they asked you out, and from then on is history. But something you still hadn’t told them about was the chronic pain, and the regression that came from it. You had times where getting out of bed was the worst idea ever, showering was beyond out of the question, and regression was the only option your brain had.

You’d regress young enough that you could toddle and make it from point A to point B, but past that you had no survival when you were in so much agony. This means there became times you didn’t eat for hours, you’d sleep longer than you should, and there would be times you didnt respond for hours to anyone.

Bucky and Steve got super worried on days you never replied, they tried to let you have your space, thinking that it was something that you just did, but when you didnt show up for a date at their place, they ran over, thoughts racing.

They knocked on your door which woke you up, but you had no energy to attempt in getting up. Not knowing it was them, you assumed it was a package and tried to go back to sleep when they knocked louder.

Steve continued to knock while bucky prayed that you had left a key outside to your apartment incase you lost yours. He looked under a brick and practically ran to get your door open. Thank god that he remembered people put keys under rocks.

When they got in the apartment, the quickly rushed to find you. Scanning and worridly running around.

“Y/N??” Steve shouts, checking the bathroom.

“Sweetheart?!” Bucky yells as he opens the door to your room, where he finds you crumpled in pain, your room darker than a cave.

“Please, stop screaming.” You mumble quietly, you clutch your stuffie to your chest, your regression starting to set in after being brutally awaken.

Bucky quickly comes and sits by your side, helping to pull the blanket away from your face, looking at you with complete and utter concern.

Steve eventually comes in with some things in his hands, bucky looks at him puzzled before connecting the dots.

See, Bucky found you, but Steve found your regression and safe room. Where you had soft toys and padding everywhere. It was something you had filled with everything that you could need for when your regressed, and when it hurt too much to move.

The two knew what age-regressors were from tony, seeing as him and Stephen were the proud caregivers of Peter and Wanda. So when Steve saw your pacifier and heating pads, and anything else that might help, he grabbed it all.

“Baby, can you tell us whats wrong?” Bucky softly asks, tucking your hair behind your ear, Softly rubbing your thigh with his thumb.

“Hurts.” you mumble out softly, you slowly flip over, and bury your face into bucky's stomach. His scent fills your lungs, and he slowly starts to rub your back, holding you closely. 

Steve comes up behind Bucky, his face contorted to a face of his own pain. He hated seeing you so upset, and mowing you were trying to fend for yourself, by yourself, hurt him.

“Do you want your pacifier darling?” Steve gently asks, he wasn’t sure if you knew he had found your room, and wasn’t wanting to freak you out.

Hearing him ask that question, you looked up from bucks embrace with pure terror. How did he find it? Why was he so calm about it?

Bucky softly cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead before pulling you back into his embrace, rubbing small circles on your back before he speaks calmingly.

“Doll, we know about regression or age-dreaming, there's nothing to be afraid of, we promise.”

You relax into his hold before slowly nodding. Steve hands you your paci and you slide it between your lips and just rest against bucky, the pain minorly subsiding with the extra pressure of his hug.

“Baby, I know that the pain can be hard to handle, but you don't have to go this alone, you'll never be alone now that we're here. Whatever we can do, we want to do it. Please never feel as if you have to fight this battle alone.” Bucky manages to barely whisper out, fighting his own emotions.

Your tears begin to fall, hearing words you've never heard before. You’ve had to fight by yourself for so long, that maybe them knowing wasn't for the worst.

“Your not alone anymore, never alone. We're with you now. The pain doesn't have to be suffering anymore, let us help.” Steve sits next to you and buck, rubbing your back and leaving little kisses on your head.

You slowly nod, wanting someone to be there, maybe this time, you'll be able to accept the help. The right help.

[realityhelixcreates]

Dance of The Spheres Chapter 1: Terran Tarantella

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom:  Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: drugging, kidnapping, implied murder

Characters: Loki(Marvel), Heimdall(Marvel)

Additional Tags:  Loki Goes Overboard, But When Doesn’t Loki go Overboard, Mature Reader, Disabled Reader, Political Intrigue

Summary:   

“I see a bad moon a-rising

I see trouble on the way

I see earthquakes and lightnin’

I see bad times today”

                       Creedence Clearwater Revival

A small group of men, and one woman gathered in a small room; the kind that seemed like a storage closet from the outside, the kind that had cameras installed, but not functioning. Beyond this room, the basic hustle of running a government rushed on, but within it, all heads were turned to a handful of hand written documents scattered over the table.

“And you're absolutely sure this translation is correct?” One of them asked.

“Yes.” The woman said. “Well, as much as I can be. Old Norse is a contentious language, but this is written so much more clearly than most of our primary sources.” She gestured to the letter in question, written in gold ink on purple parchment. It was a museum quality piece of work, and it would likely never see the inside of one. Its contents were just too incriminating. Especially since the President seemed to be seriously considering it.

“Hm. Well then, we should probably chose someone shouldn't we?” He said.

“Mister President?” The translator asked. “Are you sure? I've been quite plain about what this says. What is being asked of us. It's...reprehensible. And frankly, I am surprised that King Thor would even allow it.”

“Ma'am, this is a culture that is old beyond reckoning.” Another man-one of the generals? She couldn't keep them straight-piped in. “An alien race on top of that. It's only to be expected that they would have customs that are unfamiliar, even repugnant to us. We should keep an open mind.”

It was ridiculous. She knew for a fact that many of the people in this room and beyond held virulent hatred for several cultures that existed on Earth. There was no reason they should be showing this kind of cultural sensitivity to a bunch of aliens who just showed up and started making demands. Especially that one...

“I ask you to understand that sometimes we make hard sacrifices for the good of all.” The President said. “Asgard is a galactic superpower.”

“Was.” She pointed out. “Now they're a bunch of refugees.”

The President gave her an annoyed glance. “They will no doubt regain their power shortly. Their technology is wildly advanced. And if we go along with the occasional weird little whim they have, they will be grateful. So America gains access to Asgardian tech. Imagine how many people could have their lives bettered by Asgardian friendship.”

The translator couldn't help but wonder since when this man gave a shit about bettering the lives of others. It was disgusting, that this was probably just another path to money and power for him. Even moreso that no one else in the room was questioning this, even a little bit. They were all known for eating scraps from his table anyway, and likely looking to grab some of those benefits for themselves. At what expense?

She decided to start looking for another job.

“Asgardian friendship would certainly be a boon for our country.” She said. “Do you have further need of me?” She wanted out of here badly now. She didn't want to be in the room while they made this awful choice.

“No.” The president said. He tapped one of his men on the arm. “Escort her out, would you?”

With relief, she followed the man out of the room.

She never made it to her car.

                                                                               ******

Loki wandered through the dark and cramped byways, to the furthest reaches of their new settlement, past the places where the rest of his people felt safe, past where even he felt safe. These outside places were no longer the haunts of petty criminals or undesirables exactly, not that he feared such unsavories. No, these rough walls were now the lair of the most notorious and hidden Asgardian of all. So mythical was she, that almost no one knew she still lived.

Gullveig the witch. If stories were to be believed, she was the first witch. If stories were to be believed, she had been killed three times, and returned each time. If stories were to be believed, that meant she was now beyond death.

If stories were to be believed, that meant he was as well.

But that was not why he was here.

In all the whispers, in all the screamed confessions, all the gibbering of those who had visited her, her power was very real. Real and terrible, for she could grant any wish, any wish at all, and sometimes that was far more than the wisher actually wanted. Word a wish poorly, and it would be granted. Fail to think through the consequences of a wish, and it would still be granted. It was why she had been killed so many times in the first place. But that was the fault of the wishers, not Gullveig herself.

And Loki had thought through this wish, and knew what it would cost him. But the gains...if he had calculated correctly, predicted correctly, the gains for Asgard could be immense. Steeling himself, he found the one area that appeared to be lit, and entered.

“You have returned again.” She said in her cracked and watery voice. Her back was to him, and she appeared to be warming her hands over a tiny fire in a glowing crucible. Fires-real fires-were strictly forbidden within the confines of Asgard right now, but it was debatable whether those embers counted as a real fire, debatable whether she lived within Asgard. On the edge of things, always as she liked it. “So you are truly committed?”

“I am.” Loki said. “I have made my decision.”

The old witch cackled in amusement. “It may be your last! After this, you will be different. You know this, yes? This person who stands in my doorway? He will no longer exist.”

“That is by design.” Loki said.

She turned to face him. She was, by far, the oldest Asgardian he had ever seen; bent, wizened, wrinkled and scraggly. She didn't look the part of a witch. She wasn't horrifying to look at, simply old, frail, wrapped in a pale shawl. She wasn't frightening at all, except that he knew her to be older than his father's father, and that she had one, single-minded focus in life that transcended any morality or ethics she might have ever had.

“Did you bring me what I want?” she asked.

“Yes.” He offered up a sizable sack, filled with every last scrap of gold that he owned. He had pried it from his armor, stripped it from his jewelry, and pricked out every last shimmering thread from his royal wardrobe. His, and only his: she would not accept any that he had taken from someone else. This had to be his sacrifice to make-the first of several.

Gold was all she ever wanted. Anyone could buy her services, if only they offered gold. Sometimes she didn't care where they got it, but as a ruler, he was a special case. No one knew what she did with it. Surely, she had collected enough over the millennia to build a palace out of it, but it was never anywhere to be seen.

She smiled at the sight of it, seemed to stand straighter, move more spryly.

“Now, for yours.” She plunged her claw-like fingers into the crucible, stirring the embers and ashes with rapidly blackening talons. She plucked forth a glowing ring, strewn with runes, and shook it, blowing ashes from the darkening metal. Using her tattered apron, she polished the ring until it shone even in the weak light of her tiny hovel.

It was not gold, which she would never have parted with, but platinum, a metal that just happened to be fairly abundant in their new settlement. He did not know if the powers of Midgard were aware of the riches to be found in the place they had allotted to Asgard, but he would certainly see that Asgard got to claim them.

The glow and runes had thoroughly faded from the ring before she set it on his palm, with the instruction 'not to put it on until you mean it'. But he knew exactly what he was going to do with it. He had taken the opportunity while Thor slept the long and powerful sleep of an Asgardian ruler, to send a message to the country of most of his brother's friends. The country he had tried to conquer. It was a message that promised things, as in days of old. A promise of power, of friendship, of mutual benefit, in exchange for a life. The simplest and most common of agreements.

Perhaps that might make up for his earlier...indiscretion.

He vanished the ring to his magical hiding place, and exited Gullveig's home. While Thor slept, Loki ruled, and it wouldn't do for him to be missed. Winding along through long, rough corridors, until he returned to the well-lit and finished walls of Asgard's new buildings, he found Heimdall and his advisors waiting. Perfect. He needed to tell them to expect a visitor soon.

                                                                            ******

“There. I think that's everybody within the parameters.” One worker said, pushing back from his computer.

“Let me check.” His partner leaned over the keyboard. “Lessee...age range, yeah...unmarried, yeah...less than twelve thousand a year, yeah...anti-Party sentiments on social media...arrest record, yeah...'other undesirable'? That's pretty cold.”

“This whole thing is cold.” He agreed. “But the projected benefits are worth it. Whoever's chosen will be contributing more than their current life is worth.”

“Cold as ice. Well, let's do this.” His partner hit the sort command, the program sifting through millions of names before settling on one at random.

“Well, there's our unlucky lady.” He said, pulling up all the personal information the computer had. “Sorry about this, miss, but maybe you should've made better life choices. Either way, your sacrifice will usher in a new age of prosperity for us.”

“Well, when do we get her?”

“We've got people in her town. We'll just send them a message tomorrow. Well, sleep tight, miss. There's no telling what that freak is going to do to you.”

“Fucking frigid, man.”

                                                                             ******

With a groan, you pulled yourself out of bed. Another day, another dollar. Never quite enough dollars for the amount of days you spent though.

You found your cane and hobbled to the shower, wasting precious morning moments under the warm spray. You probably wouldn't get a chance to bathe this evening. You would be going to a protest-you had finished your sign last night, and it should be dry by now.

You didn't bother to turn on the lights; the sun was peeking through your window, and it wasn't like your studio apartment had much clutter to trip over anyway.

Getting your leg attached, and grabbing a slice of buttered bread, you just barely caught the bus to work.

It was simple data entry, but it-barely-paid the bills. And it didn't require you to stand for hours, or be constantly walking back and forth, or talking directly to customers, so you were thankful to have it.

You'd still be voting for better conditions though, and surreptitiously trying to unionize. You, and everyone there were still being exploited, and it wouldn't do to just accept that, simply because it could be worse.

Now if only Betty had called in...Nope, she hadn't. It was practically every day lately, that you prayed for your ultra-conservative coworker to just stay home, but she never did. She bragged to you-or within earshot of you-very often about her perfect attendance. You could never prove that she was doing it as a jab to your occasional medical related absences, but you wouldn't put it past her.

She noticed you slipping your sign under your desk.

“That's inappropriate.” She said with unconcealed disgust. Ugh, the twit would hate protesters. She somehow thought she was closer to those power-hungry hangers-on that the regime seemed to draw out of the woodwork. She had much more in common with the people crawling in the streets than she ever would with the so-called 'president' and his cronies, and she would actually benefit from the changes you were all marching for, but her pointy, oyster-white nose was so far in the air that she would never see it.

“It's none of your business.” You grumbled, slipping into your chair, and setting your cane aside. You wouldn't be getting up from there for the next few hours.

“It is my business to know whether I share a cubicle wall with a violent thug!” She trilled sanctimoniously.

“Okay, first of all, that kind of accusation is inappropriate, and prohibited by company policy. Second of all, what am I gonna do? Limp at you?”

“If you decide to get aggressive with me, I can't escape. I have to run down the stairs, but you can beat me to any floor, just by using the elevator!”

“This again? Give it a rest!” You were this close to reporting her. Again. Maybe if you did it enough times, somebody would actually do something about it.

Betty held a genuine grudge over the fact that you were the only employee on this floor who got to use the janky old service elevator. Everybody else had to use the stairs. Never mind that it was literally the only way for you to even get to your desk. No, if there was something that some people were allowed to do, but Betty wasn't, it was clearly incontestable proof of oppression against Betty herself. Also, if the 'wrong sort' of people were allowed to do the same things Betty was, well that was also anti-Betty oppression. She just wanted so badly to be able to claim oppression, that she didn't realize that she actually was being oppressed by the people she wanted just as desperately to emulate.

She was exhausting.

“Good morning you two! Hey Betty, you got those numbers for me yet?” Saved by the boss. Well, not really. He didn't like you, but he didn't like Betty either. He didn't hate either of you. He was just the boss-make believe friendly, but distant, concerned with other things. However, he disliked when employees wasted time, and Betty did. A lot. That's what happened when someone was an incorrigible gossip.

Betty slunk back to her desk, cowed for at least a few minutes. He handed you a bit more work to do, then meandered down the aisle, greeting other employees, and handing out more work on his way to his own tiny office. He wasn't all that important either, in the scheme of things. It was really amazing how many people kept their gaze so fixed on the people in power that they couldn't see them pouring quicksand around their feet.

But you would lend your voice to the march on their behalf anyway. They deserved better too. Maybe they'd see it someday, instead of continuing to fight against their own interests.

For now, though, you would concentrate on your work.

The morning came and went, your little lunch alarm signaling its death. You grabbed your cane and walked slowly and carefully to the break room. You kept a week's worth of small lunches in baggies in the fridge here. Salami, little cheese slices, crackers, cherry tomatoes, baby carrots, and grapes. Not much, but tasty and filling, and you got all the food groups. There was an unspoken rule about not messing with other people's food that, thankfully, nobody in the office had ever broken; at least not while you'd been here.

You could see into the tidy lines of cubicles from the break room, and while you crunched away at your carrots, you noticed something worrying. There were two men in matching suits and shades talking to Betty. She spoke to them animatedly, gesturing at your cubicle. One of the men peeked inside.

Oh, you didn't like that at all.

You didn't actually have anything to hide, but you knew damn well that didn't matter. If these were cops-or worse-they would find whatever it was they wanted to find, one way or another.

By the time you got back from your lunch break, the men had disappeared, but Betty still had a distressingly smug grin on her face. You checked every drawer and every cranny of your desk: nothing had been taken, and nothing had been left behind. You went back to work, trying to ignore the anxiousness that was creeping up your back.

You had just finished and sent your last spreadsheet when your boss opened his door and called you to his office. You slowly made your way there, trying not to pay attention to the malice sparkling in Betty's face, or how your other coworkers glanced at you with pity or distrust.

The suspicious pair of men were hiding out in your boss' office, and you'd never seen him looking more uncomfortable.

One of the men positioned himself closer to the door behind you, not that you could run anyway.

“Um...Do you know why I called you in here?” Your boss asked.

“I assume it has something to do with your new friends.” You said sourly. This was going bad, you could see it a mile off. You honestly didn't know why they were here, or what they wanted. “Seriously though, no I don't. Why have you called me in here?”

You'd make him say it at least.

“Er, well, unfortunately your employment with us has been, well, terminated. So, if you would just gather up your things-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” You interrupted.  “On what grounds? Because these guys said so?”

'These guys' said nothing.

“No, no, it's, uh...your arrest record...”

“That's ridiculous! Why didn't you fire me two months ago then, when it happened? Because you know it was pure bullcrap, that's why! You saw the footage; I never threw anything at that cop! He tripped over some garbage that was already there, then turned around, knocked me down, and hit me with my own cane. They let me out the same day because they knew they had nothing. Cane's still bent.”

“Look, I'm sorry, but you're fired. I'm sorry. Now go on, get out of here.”

And take them with you seemed to be the unspoken plea. You stormed out of the office with as much dignity as you could, spoke to no one, shoved the meager contents of your desk into your purse, gabbed your sign, and got into the old service elevator for the last time.

You would be reporting this, to anybody who would listen. It was completely unacceptable. And now you would have to go through the ordeal of applying either for unemployment, or disability. You hoped your savings would last long enough for your appeals to go through.

You spotted their reflections in a display window on the way to the bus stop. The two men from the office were following you now. Were they feds? Had Betty and your spineless boss sold you out to the feds? You hadn't even done anything!

You almost expected it when they dragged you into an alley, a pungent-smelling cloth held tight over your face, muffling your voice. It made you cough, but that also made you inhale, and in moments, soft blackness wrapped around you.

[therealityhelix]

Dance of The Spheres 1

Terran Tarantella

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

As You Are Masterlist

Co-written with @yespolkadotkitty​

Can also be found on Ao3

A reader insert series about a spoonie (AKA disabled) Stark Industries IT tech who finds a kindred spirit in Loki, God of Spoons, because it’s hard being different on the inside.

Warnings on each chapter. However

~ - implied smut

* - smut

Seeing You Clearly

Loki and Spoons recall their first true meeting during a typical cozy morning.

Unexpected

Loki wants to check in on his favorite Stark Industries tech.

Grilled Cheese

Loki and Reader discuss what being a Spoonie truly means.

Marshmallows

Just a little drabble about the affection building between our spoonie reader & the God of Mischief.

Focus

Reader gets more and more frustrated working at Stark Tower, thanks to a bit of smothering concern.

One Good Turn

Reader receives a shiny gift. But who is it from?

Customary

What is the first date with an Asgardian Prince like?

Unsolicited Advice

Loki's getting ready for a date. Unfortunately, the world does not need saving today, so he gets interrupted. Quite a lot.

Movie Night

Movie Night with Loki doesn't come without first making it through Stark Tower and its inhabitants.

*Moving Mountains

Part 1 - Reader hasn't got the spoons for a fancy night out. So, the night out will come to her.

*Part 2 - Reader discovers that Loki's dessert for the evening doesn't involve anything that can be found in the kitchen.

I’m Fine

Spoons pushes herself too far and takes a tumble. Loki is there to pick up the pieces.

Intentions

The friendly neighbourhood Avengers are here again, with their advice. Loki is not loving it.

*Control

Part 1 - Loki discovers medicine Spoons has been hiding from him.

*Part 2 - Loki cedes control. 

*Beyond Midgard 

Part 1 - Loki and Spoons travel to Asgard.

Part 2 - Our reader meets Odin and Frigga, and the Queen sizes up Spoons.

*Part 3 - Loki has a haunting secret he needs to reveal to Spoons.

~Part 4 - Loki and Thor compete in the "welcome home" festival, our reader gets more time with Frigga, and Loki and Frigga have a very important conversation.

*Come Home

Part 1 - When Loki is late returning from a mission with the Avengers, Spoons gets anxious.

*Part 2 - Loki makes up for worrying Spoons, and ponders some worries of his own.

*New Traditions

*Part 1 - Spoons realizes that Loki hasn't celebrated a birthday since they've known each other, and she is determined to do something about it.

Part 2 - The party, and every Avenger has an opinion...

The Apple of My Eye

Part 1 - Loki has a speech to prepare, but it's foxing even the Trickster God. Cap tries to help, but an untimely interruption derails everything.

Part 2 - We find out what's happened to Spoons.

[yespolkadotkitty]

The Apple of My Eye, pt 1/2

IT’S TIME, FOLKS.

written with the amazing @hopelessromanticspoonie​ 

“Darling. Would you consider…” Loki paused, staring out at New York from one of the balconies of Stark Tower.

“My dearest love. Perhaps you might…” He groaned at himself. Silver-tongue indeed. What good was being the God of Lies when you never wanted to lie again, at least, not to her.

He opened the little pocket of reality and drew out the apple. The glossy red skin gleamed in the sunlight, tempting and crisp. The gold leaf atop it promised his kitten a life as long as his own. If she would take a bite.

Loki let the apple hover there for a moment. “I did not mean to keep this from you, however - no, that shan’t do. Seven hells.”

Pacing back and forth, he tried several more opening gambits, but none seemed quite right.

“Kitten, you recall that sojourn to Asgard? Well whilst there… Norns, this is hopeless.”

“Well, nothing’s entirely hopeless,” a voice said from behind him.

Loki turned to see Steve Rogers, probably the Avenger he - most liked? Least hated? - most tolerated, leaning against the open French doors that led to the balcony. He scowled.

“What could you know about hopelessness, mortal,” he sneered, not really meaning it, but lashing out from the fear that Spoons would refuse him. Refuse the apple. Choose to leave him alone, heartbroken, for near eternity.

“Getting beat up for being too small? Always feelin’ like a kid on the outside, palms on the window but there’s no way in?” Steve’s Brooklyn-accented tone was casual, but his words and steady stare held gravitas. “I know a lot about hope, and living without it. And,” he added, nodding to the levitating apple, “I know what that is.”

Feeling helpless and frustrated, the two emotions he detested most in the world, Loki all but growled. “If you know so much, then tell me what to say. How to convince her.”

Steve shrugged one large shoulder. “You ask me-”

“I hardly see any other mortals on this balcony,” Loki snapped.

Genially, Steve merely raised a brow. “You ask me, I saw you both at your party. No way she wouldn’t lay everything she has on the line for you.”

Surprised by the nakedly honest response, Loki turned away for a second, unwilling to let the other man see his emotions. Norns, he could barely stand to experience them himself, let alone have another witness them.

“Thank you,” he managed, turning once he felt sufficiently composed once again.

“Sure.”

They stood in companionable silence for a moment. “There was a girl, once,” Steve said at length. “But hey, you’re probably not interested.”

Loki hesitated. If he and Spoons were to make a real life out of this, he had to realise that the inhabitants of Stark Tower were, in fact, the closest he had to friends on Midgard. Anywhere in the Nine Realms, for that matter. “I find, to my horror, that I am,” he drawled, but let a smile colour his words.

Steve smiled back, a little. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, stared out at the spires and peaks of the New York skyline, iconic, busy, ever-changing. “If I had the chance for a do-over, at any point in time, knowing there’d be no major consequences for the rest of the world, I’d grab that chance with both hands. And I’d just say what was here.” He tapped his heart with one hand. “I mean, I assume you have one.”

Loki chuckled, recognising the joke. “For a time I feared it no longer functioned,” he murmured. “And then…”

“And then,” Steve agreed, a faraway expression in his eyes. For a moment, his face was lined with grief and regret, and Loki had to look away for the naked truth of it.

The shrill ringing of Loki’s smartphone interrupted the moment. Loki jerked in surprise, still unused to Midgardian technology. The phone was useful for contacting Spoons as she went about her daily business. They often exchanged flirtatious messages if they were apart, and of course, he was able to use the clever little machine to enquire as to her well-being.

He pressed the “connect” button. "Okay Reindeer Games.” Stark’s disembodied voice floated up through the small speaker. “Don’t freak out, but Spoons is on her way to the ER.”

Loki knew enough to know what the ER meant. Where it was. What could be happening right now. He dropped the phone. The apple winked out of sight.

“Loki? Rock of Ages. You still there?" Stark’s voice was tinny out of the speaker.

Steve snatched the phone up and spoke briefly to the older Avenger. Loki didn’t hear anything that was said. He was already halfway down the staircase, taking three steps at a time, channeling out anything that wouldn’t help him get to her the fastest.

“Wait. Damn it!” Steve yanked at his arm, and Loki’s first instinct was to lash out, but the expression on Rogers’ lean, charismatic face -  warm concern - gave him pause. “Loki. Breathe. I’ll drive us. No one knows this city like I do.”

Loki forced himself to nod, ignoring the clamouring, crushing panic threatening to eat him from the inside out. “That would be best,” he heard himself say. “I should not drive.”

“Like Tony’s letting you within a hundred feet of any of those Ferraris,” Steve quipped, and the brief moment of levity made Loki able to step back, just a breath, from that terrifying precipice of fear. Or what if she isn’t fine. Or, what if I lose her.

The drive seemed to take an eternity, and Loki’s heart was lodged in his throat for every second of the journey.

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Safe (Part 2)

Relationship: Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky

Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: Here is part 2! Ty to @green-mischief-managed for beta-ing this piece! Y'all should get at them to beta your stories!

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of spanking, use of paddles, cock rings, vibrators, anal sex, penetrative, vaginal sex, cream pies, threesome, polyamory, voyeurism

Part 1 Masterlist

PART 2

7:53 pm.

The green-eyed god splashed water on his face. He dried it with a fluffy towel, then gripped the sides of the glass bowl sink. Loki was nervous, which was ridiculous considering his millennia of sexual escapades. From threesomes to orgies, chains and whips, voyeurism, and some very questionable humanoid forms, he had done it all. Thor used to jokingly call him a whore — which was laughable considering the hero’s own indulgences — but it was the truth. Loki loved sex. Craved it. He was comfortable with things that would send most people running for the hills. Yet when it came to you, he felt like a virgin.

7:55 pm

Loki left his room. The emptiness of his floor had nothing to do with the other Avengers being out of the tower. No one trusted him, so no one wanted him to have a room on the common floor. This meant Loki was locked away on the smallest one, which used to be used as storage. He never minded being alone, but lately, he found the solitude to be lonely.

You would visit him at times. Your company served as his break from the madness that was his mind. Thanos, New York, New Mexico… he never quite forgot it. The memories were there in his head. Most days he could ignore it. Others, it was harder to do so, but nothing bothered him like waking up to a deserted floor and realizing that he had no one.

7:57 pm

The elevator ride down to the floor you and Bucky shared was short – ten seconds, to be exact. Loki had counted on one of his previous trips to the floor. Both you and Bucky had invited him down to watch movies or for dinner on several occasions. At first he declined all invitations. He wanted to be left alone. The guilt from his crimes was eating him alive, and he used his forced confinement as a punishment. He deserved it.

7:58 pm

After a while, he gave in. He accepted the first invite on a dreary Friday evening to watch a horror flick and eat sushi. Despite the lack of imagination that went into the movie, Loki found he actually enjoyed himself. It was nice to be in the company of people who did not fear him or look at him like he would gut them at any given moment. You even permitted him to use your floor as he pleased, which is how he was able to hear the two of you fornicating the night before.

7:59 pm

He did find it strange at first that you and Bucky had a separate floor. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff were in a relationship, yet they shared a room on the common floor with everyone else. You and Bucky even had separate rooms. After this morning, he understood why.

8:00 pm

His hand reached out to knock on your door. It slid open of its own volition. “Mr. Laufeyson is here.”

Loki jumped. He was still not used to the A.I. The voice bothered him and sounded like another way to keep tabs on him, so he asked Stark to disable it. Of course, that request met with a loud chuckle. It was not until he voiced these concerns to you that the matter was handled. Per the rules of his stay, the A.I. was not disabled, but you made it so J.A.R.V.I.S only spoke to him when he called out, or something was amiss in the tower.

“Thank you, Jarvs.” He heard your voice before he saw you. You stepped out in a silk robe, tied carelessly at the side and stopping mid-thigh. “Loki! You’re here!” There was a paddle in your left hand that got his attention. “Oh,” you tossed it aside, “that was for Bucky. He got a little too excited while we were playing.”

You walked into the room. After a moment of contemplation, Loki followed. The door shut behind him with a soft hiss, and he let his eyes wander around the room. He noted that it was bigger than his. Stark gave him a simple room consisting of a bed, dresser, and an adjoined bathroom. This was at least twice as big. A mix of modernity and class decorated the room, dark walls contrasting nicely with the lighter furniture. Besides the king-sized bed in the centre, there was a hassock at the end, and an armchair near the double doors of what he assumed was the bathroom.

A naked Bucky was kneeling in front of the armchair. His hands were behind his back, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to control himself. There was a long, vibrating phallus protruding from between his butt cheeks. Loki noted the red marks scattered across the soldier’s ass and shuddered.

“Oh, don’t worry about Bucky. I can’t actually hurt him. He just loves being spanked.” You stepped in front of Loki and placed your hands on his chest. They moved up over the woven material of his sweater and into his hair, fingernails scraping his freshly washed scalp. Loki mewled and dipped his head to allow you more access. “Do you like being spanked?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

You grinned. “I bet you do.” Your hands moved to cup his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. “And do you like it more in front, or from the back?”

His eyes strayed to Bucky again. “B-both,” he stammered. “I like both.” Your hands left him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but one stern look from you shut him up.

The paddle you had discarded lay on the carpet. You picked it up and sauntered over to Bucky. With a gentle hand, you let the rectangular end of the paddle touch his ass. Bucky jumped out of his skin.

“Shh.” You sat on the armchair in front of him. His head lifted to look at you, and through the sweat and harsh breathing, Loki saw nothing but adoration in the soldier’s blue eyes. “Look who came to play with us, baby.” You turned his head towards Loki. “Say hi.”

“Hi,” mumbled Bucky. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes casting long shadows on his sculpted cheeks. Loki nodded in response to the greeting. The way you stroked Bucky’s hair had a feeling of envy washing over him. He wanted to be the one at your feet. He wanted to be the one receiving your attention.

“We’re gonna give you a little rest now, okay?” The soldier nodded as you reached down to grasp the phallus within him. You carefully rotated it out of his asshole and turned it off. Bucky pitched forward in relief. His head found your lap, allowing you to stroke his hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He watched you card your fingers through the soldier’s hair until his body stopped shaking. Even after he stopped, you continued your motions, going as far as to place soft kisses on the side of his stubbled face. Loki’s fist clenched.

“Can you sit, baby?” The soldier nodded. “Good. Sit on the pillow for me, go on. I’m gonna play with Loki for a bit.” There was a square pillow on the floor near the bed. Bucky sat on it and leaned his head back against the mattress. As he did so, Loki noticed the most peculiar thing. Though his body was relaxed, the super-soldier’s cock was at attention. The thick, veiny member reached for the ceiling, and around the base was a circular object.

The circle was a polished blue, taking on a marbled appearance. Lines of silver swirled through the ocean tones. Loki turned his head to the side. He analyzed how Bucky’s penis was swollen, almost visibly throbbing, and concluded it served as some sort of construction.

“It’s a cock ring,” you informed him. “Have you ever used one before?”

“I have not.” Your eyes blew wide.

“Really?” You stood up and walked over to him. “You? You’re a thousand years old and have never used a cock ring?” Loki shook his head. “Would you like to?” Before he could answer, you reached into the pocket of your robe and pulled out a velvet bag.

“What’s this?” he asked. You handed it to him.

“It’s for you.” Loki turned over the bag to empty the contents into his hand. A ring similar to Bucky’s fell into his open palm. His green eyes roamed over the jade stone and swirling gold lines. “Do you like it?”

Loki looked down at you. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’ll look even prettier around your hard cock.” The shift in your voice resulted in a sharp intake of breath from the god. Your eyes were dark with lust, tone stern, and he knew it was time to listen to you. “Do you want me to put it around your pretty cock, sweet boy?”

Loki almost moaned. The nickname set off a visceral response that had his pants feeling a size too small. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You reached down to palm him through his pants. “What do you want me to do?”

“I-Fuck! I want you to put it around my pretty cock.”

“Well, I can’t put it around your cock if I can’t see it.” You walked backward to the chair and took a seat. Crossing your legs, you gave him a smirk. “Undress.”

Loki started with his sweater first. He pulled the black top over his head to reveal his bare chest. Next, his hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. The sweatpants he had chosen for the night pooled around his bare feet with one hard tug. He had forgone underwear, leaving his nude body to the desire-fill stares of you and Bucky.

“On your knees,” you ordered. “Crawl to me.” He did as he was told. Your eyes tracked his movements until he was in front of you. When he came to a stop, you leaned forward to grip his chin. “Good boy.” You motioned to his erect cock. “Looks like someone is excited. Are you excited?”

Loki moaned as you seized his cock. Your warm hand felt like a heater on his member. “Yes, I’m excited.” You held out your palm.

“Give me the cock ring.” He gave it to you. “Open your mouth.” Loki obliged, and you slid the cold device past his lips. “I need you to get that nice and warm for me before I put it on you.”

While Loki sucked on the ring, you reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a little blue bottle with a white cap. You flicked open the top and hovered the tip over his cock. He hissed when the cold jelly fell onto his skin. “Y/N!” The shout was muffled by the device in his mouth.

“It’s just a little lube, sweet boy.” You used your fingers to spread the clear substance over his throbbing member. Every swipe of your digits made him thrust his hips towards you. “Give it to me.” He opened his mouth and you took it, then grabbed his cock with the other. You positioned the toy at his head, and a whimper slid past his lips. “Relax, sweet boy. What’s your safe word?”

That was a difficult question to answer. He had used and given so many over his lifespan that it was hard to zero in on just one. “I have many.”

“Choose a new one,” you told him. “One that’s just for you and me. It can be anything.”

His cheeks reddened. Your use of ‘you and me’ had only one word coming to mind. “Pancakes.” A snort sounded from behind him.

“Bucky.” Your voice was a reprimand. “Do you want more lashes on that red bottom? With the belt this time?” The soldier quieted down. “Ignore him,” you told Loki. “I think it’s a lovely safe word. Now take a deep breath for me, and don’t be afraid to use it.”

Loki breathed in as you began sliding the ring onto his shaft. It gave a little trouble around the head, but managed to go on smoothly once you were past it. You lifted a brow by way of asking him how it was, and he answered, “A little snug.”

“It’s supposed to be like that. Is it painful?” You were rubbing the head of his cock with your thumb. Even if he were in pain, Loki doubted he would admit it. “Loki, I need you to be honest with me. Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Good.” You released him and leaned back. The edge of your robe was already short. Now that you sat down, it rode up about two inches higher than it was before. Loki eyed the bare skin with a hunger. As though you read his mind, you spread your legs to give him a glimpse of your soaking lips.

“Bucky was eating me out while we were waiting on you.” Loki felt your hands in his hair. Your fingers gripped the locks and pulled him close, so close that he was sure you could feel his breath on your hot cunt. “He got a little too excited and I had to punish him, so we didn’t get to finish. Would you like to finish me off, sweet boy?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

“Go on then.” You guided his head to the apex of your thighs, and he got to work. Loki was good at using his tongue. Whether it be lying or licking, his talent was unrivaled, and he wanted to show you just how good he was. Within seconds he had your moans filling the air.

Though Loki was the one giving you pleasure, he knew well that you were in control. Your hands stayed in his hair to hold him to your cunt, and he kept his behind his back. Even though he wanted to grab your thighs and throw your legs over his shoulder, he refrained. He wanted to be your good boy, not like Bucky, who had to be disciplined for bad behaviour.

“You’re so good, sweet boy,” he heard you breathe out. He glanced up at you to find your head rocked back against the chair. Your eyes were screwed shut, mouth open in silent gasps. His teeth grazed against your clit and your hips thrust into his face. “Oh!”

He heard panting from behind him. The sight of his face buried between your legs was getting Bucky worked up again. You heard it, too, since you opened your eyes and gave Loki a knowing grin. “I think Bucky’s getting lonely. Better hurry up, sweet boy.”

Loki did not need to be told twice. He increased his speed, licking and nibbling your clit in a cyclic pattern. Had he been allowed the use of his hands, he would already have you undone. Instead, he alternated between tongue-fucking your walls and circling your clit until he felt your grip tighten. Your legs came up and over his shoulders, heels digging into the muscles of his back. He felt your body contract for just a moment, and then you came into his mouth with a loud sigh.

He lapped up all of the juices as best as he could while you recovered. His lips pressed kisses to your thighs—soft, tender, because he wanted to be your favourite. You tapped his head by way of bringing his attention to you. When he looked up, you leaned down to give him a kiss. Loki swore his corrupted soul travelled to Valhalla and back in that very moment. He pouted when the kiss was over.

“Don’t pout,” you chided. You reached down to grab the ring around his cock. A hiss left his lips when you twisted it. “Just making sure it’s not too tight. It looks so good on you. Don’t you think it looks good on you?”

“Yes,” Loki whimpered, and laid his head on your knee. The movements were sending vibrations up his shaft and radiating to the base of his spine. His pleasure was increased further by the lube, which had long begun to tingle on his skin.

“Bucky chose it,” you told him. “He said the green matched your eyes. Do you want to thank Bucky for choosing such a nice toy for you?” He looked up at you with lidded eyes. “Yes you do, because you’re a good boy. Come over here, Buck.” Loki heard shifting, and then the blue-eyed soldier was right next to him. A gentle hand lifted his head. Your other hand rested behind Bucky’s head, pushing them together until their noses bumped.

Loki felt the soldier’s lips descend on his. He had kissed men before. Some were gentle, more were rough, and a few just let him take the lead. Bucky was more of the dominant type. His hot tongue slipped into Loki’s mouth and began exploring the orifice. Loki moaned low. He gasped when he felt a nip on his bottom lip. Bucky was grinning when you pulled them apart.

“Was he good, Buck?” you asked.

“So good,” Bucky replied. His eyes went to you, taking on an uncharacteristic shyness. “C-can I fuck him? His ass looked so good when he was eating you out.”

“That’s up to Loki.” Bucky’s forehead creased. “I’m serious. It’s his first time with us, and he’s behaved so well. You can fuck him if he says it’s okay.” Your eyes met Loki’s. “Do you want Bucky to fuck you, sweet boy? Hmm?” Your fingers stroked his hair. It was as though you could not get enough of the locks, or maybe you had figured out it calmed him.

Either way, Loki loved it. The feel of your nails against his scalp reduced him to the most docile little sub. He placed his head back on your knee and said, “I want whatever you want.” Your answer pleased him.

“Oh, you are a good boy, aren’t you.” His silence was rewarded with a kiss. “Buck, grab the lube. Loki, go lay on the bed on your side.” He did as he was told, choosing to face the wall rather than the window. Your naked body appeared in front of him moments later. “Hi, sweet boy.”

“Hello,” he mumbled back. The bed behind him dipped under Bucky’s weight. Loki tensed, and you shot him a worried glance. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted.

“Do you want to stop?” Your voice was back to normal, hand stroking his cheek in fluid movements. “You can use your safe word if you want. There’s no shame in it.”

“I’m fine,” he promised. You cared about him so much it almost brought a tear to his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered. You kissed his forehead, then directed your attention to Bucky. “Be gentle with him, baby. Take your time.”

“I will.” Bucky’s metal hand touched his hip. Cool fingers danced along his spine until they reached his asscrack. He heard a squirting noise — the lube — before feeling fingers at his entrance. A metal digit pressed down on his rosebud to relax the muscle, then slipped in. “You’re tight.” Bucky sounded surprised. “Not at all what I expected from a sex-drunk god.”

Loki moaned when Bucky curled his finger. The slippery metal created a sensation he had never felt before. Another finger began to push in, and Loki’s head fell forward onto your shoulder with a groan.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. The only answer was a guttural moan. “Yeah, he’s ready.” Loki could hear the smile in the man’s voice.

A kiss was pressed to the back of his head, another to his forehead. Your hands travelled down his back to cup his cheeks. He felt you gingerly pull his ass cheeks apart. “Relax, sweet boy.” Bucky’s hot tip poked his entrance. The head pushed past the ring of muscle, and Loki whimpered at the stretch. “You’re doing so well.” Bucky bottomed out, and your hands were in his hair again. You held him to your shoulder while Bucky began to move.

Loki hissed at the first thrust. It was so deep, and Bucky’s girth filled him to the brink. The soldier’s hands went to his hips as his pace picked up. Soon, all Loki could hear was moans. All he could feel was Bucky’s balls slamming into his skin and the immense pleasure the stimulation of his g-spot was bringing him.

“How is he, baby?” you asked

“So fucking good, doll,” Bucky breathed out. The man sounded like he was miles away. “Feels so good.” You chuckled.

“And how are you, sweet boy? Does it feel nice?” He whined when your hand gripped his cock. “Do you like Bucky fucking you?” Loki could not respond. Barnes had set a punishing pace that had his mind in pieces. All he could manage was an incoherent noise. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Your grip on him tightened, and he felt wetness on the tip of his cock. A glance down found you teasing yourself with his head. The swollen member pulsed in your hand with every swipe against your folds. Behind him, Bucky was nearing his end. Loki recognized the shift from controlled to sloppy thrusts and knew the man would not last much longer. He was not at all shocked when, a few seconds later, he felt the hot spurt of Bucky’s seed in his ass.

Bucky groaned low as he came. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the entire room with the sinful noise. His hips thrust wildly until they came to a complete stop. He braced a hand on Loki’s hip as he pulled out, making Loki groan at the loss.

“My turn.” A gentle shove had Loki turning onto his back. You straddled him, grip firm on his cock, and slid down in one smooth motion. Out of habit, Loki’s hands went to your hips. A sharp look from you had them falling away. “Good boy,” you petted his head. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

“Okay.” Your hips moved slowly, grinding instead of bouncing. Loki appreciated the gentle movements. He once had a young giantess bounce on him so hard she cracked his hipbone. Loki had not been able to walk for a week. The careful, teasing pace you set was just right. There was no rush or competition; just you on top of him, riding him into oblivion.

Your hand turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. He felt his carotid beating, and you must have seen it through his skin, since the next thing he felt was your tongue over the pulsation. You sucked the skin hard, no doubt leaving a mark for everyone to see. Loki just bit his lip. He was yours now, and it was clear you wanted everyone to know it.

“Hold my hips.” Greedy hands flew to your sides. Loki gripped you with a bruising force. Your pace picked up, hips moving wildly over him. His cock was massaged from all sides. Your tight walls gripped him with a squeezing hold. “Fuck!” You fell forward, hands catching you just above his shoulders. The position caused your breasts to hover over his face, and he looked at them in need.

“Y/N?” Loki whined. His eyes were fixated on your nipples. “Can I…?”

“Yes, sweet boy. Suck my tits.” Your voice was a pant. Loki latched onto a nipple and began swirling it around in his mouth. Sharp fingernails gripped his shoulder to the point of breaking the skin. He ignored the bite of pain that radiated down his arm.

You looked so good above him. Sweat slid down between the valley of your breasts and dripped onto his forehead . The clench of your walls and massage of your cervix was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to begin thrusting up into you. Loki knew he could flip you on your back and have you crying his name in mere seconds if he wanted. The thing was, you were in control. You were taking care of him, which meant he had to lie there and let you fuck him.

Truth be told, he did not mind it. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Loki was lost in the pleasure. The orgasm that had been building with Bucky reared its head again, and before long he felt the telltale signs of his impending end.

“Y/N,” he warned. “I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” you told him. “Cum inside of me. It’s okay.” One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit. Loki watched the action with hooded eyes. His spine was tingling, abdomen rigid. The closer you got to your end, the closer he got to his. He focused all his attention on you — your face, your breathing, the way your breast bounced. On a whim, Loki bit down on your nipple. Your head flew back with a cry. He felt your walls clench around him, and then he was cumming.

It felt like the longest orgasm ever. His hips lifted off the bed. Instead of the usual spurts, his seed left him in one long stream. He clenched his fist as he waited for the euphoria to pass. Forever and a day went by before he felt his muscles relax, and his hips returned to the bed.

You were already lying on his chest. Your body was slumped, chest heaving, yet you found the strength to lift your hips off of him. A mixture of both your juices came out with his cock. You reached down to touch the ring. Loki hissed and moved away.

“Stay still.” You flattened a hand on his lower abdomen. “I need to take that off you before it starts to hurt.” Loki tried his best to stay still. The ring made his cock extra sensitive, so every movement felt like a shock. Tears sprang to his eyes when you finally removed it. The blood rushed in, and his entire lower body began to prickle.

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, Lokes. I know.” You laid on your side next to him, hand pushing back his sweaty hair. “You’re gonna be sensitive for a while. Just relax for me, okay? I won’t touch it again.” Loki closed his eyes. He heard water running in the background and deduced Barnes was taking a shower. The man’s absence had gone completely unnoticed until now.

“Bucky knew it was time to leave us alone. He offered to stay in his room tonight so you and I could have a chance to talk.” Your leg was over his waist, careful to avoid his still throbbing member. The fingers of your right hand caressed his cheek as you spoke. “Tell me how you feel?”

“I feel…” Loki trailed off. Good felt like the obvious answer. Most people felt good after sex or an orgasm. Great just felt like he was trying too hard. He thought about the way his mind felt. There was a tranquility that had not been there before. The way you and Bucky took care of him, welcomed him into your relationship, stirred up an emotion that eluded him for years. “Safe,” he finished. “I feel safe.”

You kissed his cheek. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you felt safe enough to join us, and that you trusted me enough to let me take the lead. That trust will be important if you decide to go forward with this.”

Loki furrowed just brow. “‘This?’”

“Our relationship, silly. The three of us.” Loki looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Have you never heard of polyamory?”

“No, I have,” Loki replied. “It’s just… you want me? For more than a night?”

Your answer was simple. “Yes.”

“Why?” The question came out as a sob. “No one here likes me. Why do you and Sergeant Barnes care for me so?”

“Because Bucky sees himself in you,” you told him. “And I have a thing for redemption. You’re not a bad man, Loki; you just fell in a bad way. Let Bucky and I help you love yourself again. Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” You kissed him again, letting him take the lead this time. The supple skin of your lips parted to let his tongue into your mouth. French-kissing was normally a turn-off for Loki. He hated the feel of a slimy appendage in his mouth, or sliding his tongue into someone else’s. However, with you and Bucky, he found he did not mind it.

“I’m guessing he said yes?” Loki started in the direction of the voice. Barnes was standing at the foot of the bed, a towel slung low on his hips. His impressive chest was still glistening with moisture from his shower.

“He did.” Bucky grinned. He leaned down to kiss Loki’s cheek, then your lips, and said, “Don’t worry about his stuff, doll. I’ll move it down tonight.” Loki looked between the two of you.

“My stuff? What about my stuff?”

“Oh, you’re moving down here with us, Lokes.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I never should have let Tony stick you up in the stupid storage room. There’s an extra room down here. No more solitude for you. When you’re ready, you can decorate it how you like.”

This time, Loki did cry. Hot tears fell from his eyes in rivers. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself fall apart. “Thank you,” he sobbed. “This means so much to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet boy. We want to do this for you.” Loki pulled his head out of your neck to look at you again. Barnes was gone, and it was just the two of you. “Do you want to take a bath with me? I can go run one for us.”

Loki nodded. “Yes, please. I like the temperature cool.”

“Of course, Lokes.” You kissed his cheek. “You’ll stay with me tonight, okay? I need to make sure you’re alright.” You patted his cheek. He watched you walk into the bathroom and leave the door open. The water started, hard at first against the tub and then quieter as it began to fill. By the time you came out to get him, Loki was fast asleep.

ooOOoo

Contrary to his belief, things were not awkward the next morning. You wanted to sleep in, so Bucky collected Loki and brought him down to the breakfast area. He made good on his promise to teach him to make pancakes, although he ended up doing much of it himself. All Loki really did was stir the batter. The men kept up a high level of conversation as they sat at the table. Loki was facing the door, Bucky at his side, so he was able to spot you as soon as you walked in.

“Morning, guys.” You were in a fluffy robe like the day before, long and secured at the side. Bucky smiled at you as you entered.

“Mornin’, doll. Sleep well?”

“So well.” You stretched your arms wide over your head, then gave Bucky a peck on the cheek. Though he tried not to let it affect him, Loki felt a little envy stir in his chest. It only lasted for a few seconds. As soon as you turned your smile on him, he melted. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hey.” You took a seat on his lap and kissed him. His head spun with the action. Your hands moved up into his hair, and just when he was about to ask if he could take you on the table, someone walked in.

“Hey, Buck— Oh!” Loki pulled back to see a red-faced Captain Rogers standing in the doorway. Stark was next to him, as was Natasha, both their eyes wide as they took in your position on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” the billionaire began. “Did I fucking miss something?”

You placed your feet in Bucky’s lap. His hands immediately began to massage one. “Loki’s with us now. We moved his stuff onto our floor last night, and I wanted to take him out today to get some paint for his room. He can do that, right Steve? He hasn’t left the tower in so long, and he’s been so well behaved.”

Steve shot a look at Tony. He stared back, and gave a helpless shrug. “I suppose so,” Rogers mumbled. “Bucky would have to go with you, of course, in case anything happens.”

Bucky made a noise of impatience. “He’s not gonna try anything, punk. Come eat. Loki made pancakes.”

Natasha eyed them. “They do look better than yesterday’s.” Her eyes went to Bucky. “You supervised him?”

“Yes, Natalia,” Bucky sighed. “You’re very judgmental for someone who can’t cook themselves, you know. Lighten up. Look,” he pointed to Steve, who had already dug in. “Your boyfriend’s already eating.”

“They’re good, babe,” Steve nodded. “Really good. Great job, Loki.”

“Thank you,” he replied. The three other Avengers took seats at the table, hungry hands reaching for the golden fluffs. Loki eyed you with wonder in his eyes. “They’re being civil,” he whispered. “To me.”

“I told you we’d take care of you.” Like yesterday, Bucky placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He then handed over the syrup with a knowing grin . “Eat up,” you coaxed. “We have a long day of shopping ahead of us.”

Loki picked up the fork. Everyone was eating now, conversation flowing like a river. Captain Rogers brought up the topic of an upcoming mission and all at the table were engrossed. Ideas were being thrown around left and right – how best to handle the situation, which Avengers should go, who was still beat up from the last time. To Loki, the answer was obvious.

“It should be me.” The table went silent.

Stark lifted his chocolate brown gaze to the man. “What?”

“I..” Loki shrank back. He had gotten ahead of himself. Just because the team had sat with him for breakfast once did not mean they had accepted him. His mouth opened to retract his statement, and he caught sight of Bucky. The soldier was giving him an encouraging smile. You, on his lap, were stroking the nape of his neck in a coaxing manner.

“It should be me.” His back straightened. “Sergeant Barnes is obviously tired from the last one, so are you and Sam Wilson. The archer is back with his family, and Dr. Banner refuses to leave his lab. So, unless you’re planning to send Agent Romanoff alone or contact my brother, I think it's high time you let me on missions.”

No one had an immediate rebuttal. The three Avengers stared at Loki with mixed expressions. Only you and Bucky did not react in an offended manner.

“Or let me stay here,” Loki tacked on, “and risk your collective tiredness tanking the mission.”

Steve was the one to speak first. The blue-eyed man measured him with a long stare, then asked, “How’s your training going?”

“Would be better if you would all stop trying to kill me,” Loki quipped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Romanoff smirk.

“What about protocols?” Rogers fired off. “How to contact H.Q.? What to do if one of us gets seriously injured? How to contact the team if we get lost?”

“I’ve read the manual cover to cover. I am quite sure I can recite it word for word if need be.” Rogers looked impressed. Even Stark raised his eyebrows at the boast.

“Alright then,” the captain said. “It’s settled.”

You lifted your head off of Loki’s shoulder. “You’re letting him join you? Seriously?”

“Oh no. This was his idea.” Steve leaned back in his chair. A dab of syrup was on his mouth and his tongue flicked out to get it. “I hope you’re ready, Laufeyson. Next mission, you’re taking point."

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