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defectivevillain · 4 months

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judgment by the hounds

pairing: Loki Laufeyson & Reader (can be read as platonic or romantic; reader's race is ambiguous and gender/pronouns are unspecified)

summary:

Loki is captured and held in S.H.I.E.L.D. captivity. However, he doesn’t attempt to break free right away. Instead, he bides his time by waiting for something—or, more accurately, someone.

You’re an FBI agent called in by S.H.I.E.L.D. to interrogate their newest prisoner, Loki Laufeyson.

word count: 5.6k | ao3 version

warnings: blood, injury & gore typical to SotL; manipulation & mind games

I thought about writing this as I was reading Silence of the Lambs — I imagined questioning Loki & having a similar dynamic with him during his temporary imprisonment. There aren’t any explicit references to SoL in here, but I wanted to include it as a fandom tag because Hannibal & Clarice’s dynamic really inspired this fic.

This is not canon compliant, and there will likely be some discrepancies. Just pretend this is an alternate timeline. :>

The title of this fic is from I’m Your Man by Mitski. The lyrics “I’ll meet judgment by the hounds… People always gave me love… Others were never to blame after all… You believe me like a god, I’ll betray you like a man” felt pretty relevant to this fic.

The reader is racially ambiguous, gender is ambiguous, and pronouns aren't used. warnings: canon-typical violence and gore (typical to SotL)

thanks anna (@pinocchiospissrock) for the beta! (any remaining mistakes are mine.) luv u and so excited to see u soon!!!! <333

If you told your younger self that your criminal investigative work would’ve earned you a conversation with the legendary Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., your younger self would have laughed. The mere thought would be preposterous. Fury is the face of the entire organization, and the founder of the Avengers! What would a mere FBI agent like yourself do to even earn a moment with him, let alone a full conversation?

Apparently, you’re becoming somewhat renowned for your investigative work. You’ve always avoided the press—otherwise you would have noticed your name cropping up in cases with big profiles in the public eye. You would’ve noticed that you were slowly starting to get more and more credit for your accomplishments; you would’ve been able to connect the dots between Nick Fury—desperate for information and willing to do anything to get it—and you—an FBI agent rising in the ranks for important work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit and Jack Crawford.

Despite these recognitions, however, you can’t quite believe that you’re being flown to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in New York City to speak with Nick Fury. Truly, this feels like some kind of fever dream. As you’re escorted through the high-level security installments on the ground floor of the building, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re not meant to be here. This must be some kind of mistake, you’re thinking to yourself, even as you’re given a visitor ID badge. You’re led into a glass elevator that rises to the twentieth floor, through a cold stone hall and even more security installments. Eventually, you come face-to-face with a nondescript wooden door. The security guard knocks on the door and opens it for you, revealing a clean and modern space with black leather furniture and an array of windows (bulletproof and likely very durable) overlooking the street below. There is a figure seated at the grand desk in the center of the room. Nick Fury looks up at the sudden disturbance, his brown eye immediately assessing your form before moving to the guard in the doorway. He nods and the guard steps out of the room, closing the door behind them.

“Agent, have a seat,” Fury offers. It’s an order, not a simple statement. You comply immediately and Fury raises an eyebrow. For a long moment, tension settles in the air as Nick Fury unsubtly scrutinizes you. Fury puts a contemplative hand on his chin and stares at you. Despite the eye patch covering his left eye, his menacing gaze is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here,” Fury remarks vaguely. You nod. “I need you to do something for me.” You raise an eyebrow. When he continues, any confidence you gained from the notion of him requesting something of you promptly fades from existence. He tells you about a god with a penchant for mischief that borders on cruelty—about a devastating attack on New York City that left thousands injured and hundreds dead. You had heard about the attack on the news, but you had too much going on to truly process what you were seeing. Fury tells you that this trickster, a Norse god by the name of Loki, is currently in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most secure containment. It’s clear S.H.I.E.L.D. is desperate for information, otherwise they wouldn’t be bringing you in for something like this—this is far above your pay grade. Norse gods were never mentioned in your training at Quantico.

“Loki has been largely uncooperative,” Fury continues, immune to the emotional whiplash you’re currently experiencing. “We needed to try a different approach.” He looks at you after that. “Can you do this?” You take a slow breath in. Do you really have a choice?

“Yes, sir,” you respond. Fury regards you for another second, before evidently deciding that your answer is satisfactory. He then hands you a device, which appears to be a pass that allows you entrance into the high-security cells. It’s an effective dismissal. You take it and murmur a word of thanks, before stepping out of the room. With the security guard’s guidance, you’re able to learn the location of the high-security prison and you take another elevator ride. When the doors ding, a giant metronome sounds off in your head. You can’t go back now, you think to yourself as you cross the threshold of the elevator and step towards the reinforced metal door with a fingerprint and retinal scanner. You glance at the guard, who nods and urges you to continue. Somehow, in the brief time that you spoke with Fury, your information is registered in the system and your name appears on screen after it scans your finger. You then lean down and allow the machine to scan your retina, before a blue light flashes once. You frown at the door, before seeing a screen flashing on the left side. You push the pad to the screen and the door clicks, swinging open ominously.

You take a step forward and leave the door open, expecting for the guard to follow you. They shoot you a disbelieving look and take a step backwards, letting the door fall shut. You’re left alone in a hallway reminiscent of a steel prison. As you slowly walk down the narrow path between iron bars, you feel hard gazes boring into your very skin. Someone jeers at you. You keep walking until you reach the solitary cell at the end of the hall. For the first time since entering the space, you allow yourself to look up—only to look into the glimmering green eyes of Loki Laufeyson.

Safe to say, Fury neglected to mention that Loki would be the single most intimidating individual you’ve ever had the misfortune and displeasure to meet. Staring at him through the thick walls of glass, you’re suffocated with a sudden, intense dread. Even if Fury hadn’t given you any background on him, you’re sure you still would’ve been able to surmise this man’s maleficence and cruelty. He has long dark hair, sharp features, and a positively malevolent grin on his face.

“Hello,” you murmur guardedly. The thick walls of glass aren’t enough to ensure you of your safety—that attentive gaze cuts straight through your skin and sinks deep into the bone. The god raises an eyebrow at you, pausing for a moment to allow you the opportunity to turn tail and run away. You very nearly take the gifted opportunity, before you remember that information on the invasion could save lives.

“Are you lost?” Loki asks, regarding you with as much respect as someone regards a pebble beneath their feet. Your hands are ever so slightly trembling from your sides and you stuff your hands in your pockets, suddenly feeling the need to keep yourself occupied.

“No,” You eventually reply. You decide to introduce yourself, before raising your eyebrows at the god in return. You resist the urge to ask him to introduce himself. You know who he is, and you would likely end up insulting him with the question anyway. Unfortunately, you’re going to have to be very careful around him. The slightest word or provocation would lose the information for good. Why are you being called in for this, again?

“What could possibly have possessed Fury to send a mere agent such as yourself to speak with me?” The god questions, echoing your very own thoughts. You take a deep breath and try to steel your nerves.

“I’m a criminal investigator,” you respond, once your tongue is no longer ironed to the roof of your mouth. “I’ve spent most of my life studying how criminal types think and what motivates them. I want to ask you a few questions.”

“Interesting,” Loki hums. He doesn’t seem the least bit intrigued; rather, he appears incredibly bored. “And you think this Midgardian experience is enough to grant you a conversation with me? You know nothing of who I am and what I am capable of.”

You want to be surprised, but you expected something along those lines. A brief white-hot fury overtakes you as you remember the tension in Fury’s shoulders, the withdrawn tone in his voice, how he seemed to expect you to fail. Everyone is expecting you to fail. “I know enough,” you respond, before you can contemplate the consequences of doing so. In truth, Fury had given you Loki’s file earlier. He also left you with a few words of warning. You manage to tear yourself away from your conversation with Fury and focus on what you viewed in Loki’s file. The information comes to mind within seconds. “You caused quite the scene in Germany. I suspect that was the intention.” There is no acknowledgement that he’s even listening to you, save for the intense gaze that seems to be dissecting you for his own amusement.

The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them. “You’re the adopted son of Odin and Frigga, and the brother of Thor. Your real father is Laufey, the Frost Giant King. You’re the God of Mischief. And you’re a constant thorn in the side of the Avengers and Nick Fury.”

“Those are just the facts,” you conclude. You’re met with nothing but silence. There’s an undercurrent of expectation in the air, as if he’s waiting for you to continue. You grit your teeth. Somehow, you have his attention now. It would be best if you didn’t lose it. “As for my first impressions… You’re manipulative, obviously. Cunning and clever. Selfish, extremely controlling. You derive pleasure from other people’s pain. You enjoy being the chessmaster—manipulating your pawns and discarding them the moment they’ve fulfilled their purpose.”

“Beneath all that, you’re frighteningly human. Jealousy, envy, a visceral desire for Odin’s approval, and a thirst for power… You delight in your darkest urges and scorn any of the ones that come close to resembling even a hint of genuine emotion.”

“Now will you answer my questions?” You finish.

Loki’s head is down now. His shoulders are shaking and for a second, you think he’s crying. Then he raises his head, revealing a twisted grin on his face. “No one has possessed the courage to talk to me in such a manner in millenia,” the god remarks, his hands clasped behind his back. He takes a step forward and inspects you through the glass. You remember your fear from earlier. “Who are you, exactly?”

“I’ve already told you,” you answer. You’ve done this song and dance before, and you have enough experience to know nothing good comes from giving a criminal your name. In the few rare instances in which it seemed that they simply wouldn’t give in, you would give a fake name. You’re not foolish enough to try that with the God of Mischief, though. “Besides, that doesn’t matter. I’m here for information.” You repeat for what feels like the umpteenth time.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Loki says, studying you with scrutiny. Your skin crawls. Everything about this feels like a horrible idea. Not for the first time, you question why you were called in for this assignment. “I’m not allowed visitors otherwise—on account of the last one being found in his home with his throat slit.” There’s another flash of amusement in his eyes.

“Fun,” you remark flatly. Your heart is racing out of your chest, but you know not to show your apprehension. Fear is Loki’s game. “Seriously, though. I assume you want to get out of here in the next millennium.” You remark.

“Au contraire,” Loki replies. It takes you a few seconds to process what he says, and several more seconds to recall the translation: ‘On the contrary.’ You wait patiently for the god to continue. “You don’t really think I’ll be released, do you? And don’t bother pretending otherwise—you don’t have the power or authority to make promises here.”

“I’m not sure why you’re entertaining conversation with me in the first place, then,” you reason. You feel lost in this conversation, admittedly. It’s taking an unhealthy amount of mental energy to keep yourself afloat in these verbal traps.

“Maybe I’m bored,” Loki drawls. In the fluorescent lighting beaming down on him, he looks every bit as royal as he is rumored to be. “Maybe I’m waiting for you to let your guard down, for your mental defenses to fade away and corrode into nothingness before my control slips into your psyche, forcing you to be a spectator as I pilot your body and mind.”

You stare at him for a moment, heart hammering away in your chest. Somehow, it’s that sentiment that cements the reality of the situation. You’re not qualified enough for whatever the hell this is. You’ve interrogated loads of criminals before, but they’ve never posed a legitimate physical and mental threat to you in the same manner that Loki does. You find yourself genuinely fearing for your safety as you stare at Loki’s glittering green eyes.

As your heart races and you take a few steps backwards, you catch a sudden blur in your peripheral vision, before you’re struck with white-hot pain that flares up the left side of your face. You blink dazedly and bring a hand up to your left cheek, only to find blood splattered across your skin. There’s a jagged fragment resting on the floor near your foot—evidently the cause of the wound. You turn to the left, only to find the man from before clutching at the bars of his cell with ferocity—a crazed look in his eyes as he stares at you. Your gaze then falls to the porcelain toilet in the corner of his cell, with a notable chunk missing. That must’ve been where he got the shard. The side of your face is burning, hot blood trickling down your cheek. You press the back of your hand to the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. Unsurprisingly, the wound doesn’t magically heal or stop bleeding. You grimace and set off down the hallway, intending to leave and find a first-aid kit. Just as your palm flattens on the door, Loki says your name.

You pause, your cheek stinging. You feel Loki’s gaze at your back and you know you probably don’t have the luxury to continue walking away. Yet… you can’t bear to turn around. You open the door and walk away, unaware of the furious expression on Loki’s face. The security guard’s eyebrows climb up their face as they see the blood trickling down your face, but you simply hand them the keypad and walk away.

You have nothing in lieu of information and a fresh, jagged cut on your cheek. You don’t expect to be called to the high-security cells again any time soon—not after that complete and utter failure. You leave S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters that day with a bandage on your cheek and wounded pride. The conversation with Loki keeps you up that night in your hotel room, as you turn over every statement in your head. There’s a notable disconnect between Loki’s words and his actions. Furthermore, if he’s truly so powerful, then why is he still contained? You know S.H.I.E.L.D. is well-equipped to handle villains, but Loki is a Norse god. Surely he could snap his fingers and transport himself somewhere else? If that’s the case, you can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t escaped yet.

You avoid work the next few days to fully recover from the physical and mental injuries acquired that day. It’s nice to have some free time, but it is still somewhat dampened by the knowledge that you didn’t get any information from Loki. Fury is going to be, well, furious.

Safe to say, you don’t expect to see Nick Fury on your doorstep one morning, a troubled expression on his face. You greet him and try to invite him in, but he remains outside. His dissecting gaze flits about your face, searching for something. “It’s been an interesting day, Agent,” he evidently decides to say.

“How so?” You ask. Fury glances to his left and right, before taking a small step forward and leaning closer.

“A prisoner in the high security area was murdered,” he murmurs, “He was found in his cell. It seems he was fed his own tongue before he choked and suffocated to death. Miggs. Awful guy, but… we had intended on getting more information from him.” Fury shakes his head. Meanwhile, you’re reeling. There’s no way the prisoner that was murdered was the same one who assaulted you earlier. That would be a truly troubling occurrence—one you’re not quite sure you could put down to coincidence.

“Anyway… I need you to speak with Loki again.” Fury continues, his expression serious. He raises an eyebrow upon seeing the slight shock that must be showing on your face. “You seem surprised.”

You nod. “I was under the impression that our conversation didn’t go well,” you decide to respond honestly. Fury seems to appreciate the truthfulness, although his eyebrows furrow and he takes a deep breath.

There’s a beat of silence. “He’s refused to speak with anyone else we’ve sent,” Fury explains, “Since your last visit, he’s been exceptionally…Well. He asked for you specifically.”

What was Fury going to say just then? And, more importantly, did you even hear him correctly? Did Loki really ask to speak with you, even after the tense conversation you had? You’re immediately suspicious.

“Listen,” Fury breaks off, looking conflicted and resolved all at once. “For whatever reason, he’s different with you. I’m not sure why, but whatever the reason, we need to take advantage. Loki has valuable information about the attack on New York.”

“In reality, he asked for you a few days ago,” Fury continues, after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. You look over to him in surprise. “I refused. But… since then, he’s been extremely disagreeable—and we’re running out of time.”

“I’ll try to speak with him,” you answer. That’s the best you can promise. You certainly can’t promise that it’ll be a productive conversation, or that you’ll get any information from him. Indeed, the last discussion you had with Loki, it felt as if you were disclosing more information than he was. Still, the prospect seems to be good enough for Fury.

“Thank you, Agent,” he nods, returning the keycard that grants access to the high security area. You take a deep breath and follow him back to his car, steeling your nerves as the city buildings pass before your vision. Once you reach the headquarters, you walk down the halls and head to the elevators. Fury and you part ways as he gets off the elevator, and he leaves you with a brief nod.

It only takes a few steps in the hallway of the high-security cells for you to notice that something’s missing. A cell is empty—the same one that Miggs had occupied before. You feel dread coiling in your chest, yet you can’t stop yourself from taking a step closer and getting a better look at the empty cell. There’s blood splattered all across the ground—although it appears as if someone tried to clean it, since it bears a closer resemblance to dark brown than red. The sheets of the mattress are clean and the cell looks entirely untouched, save for the stains across the floor and the noticeable chunk missing from the toilet.

Your attention is captured by the cell—so much so that you forget your company. “Ah, what a pleasant surprise,” Loki remarks, sending your heart racing as you remember his presence. You take a deep breath and tear your eyes away from the evidence of Miggs’s death. As you break the distance between Loki’s enclosure and you, you can’t help but shake the feeling that he had something to do with the death of Miggs. You don’t have any proof, but the awful feeling stirring in your gut certainly makes you question what you thought you knew.

Loki clears his throat pointedly and you remember yourself. “You asked for me,” you then answer cautiously.

“Yes, but I wasn’t sure if Fury would oblige,” Loki drawls, regarding you with mild amusement. You’re not sure what he thinks is entertaining, so you just pretend not to have noticed his smug grin. “He doesn’t seem to care for me much.”

“I’d argue most of us don’t,” you hear yourself blurt out. You really need a better filter, especially in a conversation as important as this one. If you want information from Loki, you’ll have to be nicer to him. Despite that thought, Loki is staring at you with the same amusement as before. There’s no sense that the insult even registered.

“And yourself?” The god asks, once again reminding you that you’re the one at the mercy of the conversation. You grit your teeth and try to remain calm, despite the overwhelming feelings of inadequacy that threaten to send you down the hall.

“What about me?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You said most of us,” Loki says, “Does that include you?”

You don’t bother to dignify that question with a response. “What do you want?” He doesn’t respond and you resist the urge to exhibit any signs of your growing impatience. “You asked to speak with me—I’m assuming you want something.”

“I have information you want,” Loki states, his eyes boring into yours and sending a prickling sensation down your skin. His intense gaze is unnerving, and you feel as if you’re being intensely scrutinized. “You have information I want. I propose a trade.”

You’re not surprised by the remark, save for the idea that you have something he wants. “I’m not quite sure what information I could give you,” you frown, shifting your balance slightly to keep your body occupied. You cross your arms over your chest and pretend you don’t feel entirely vulnerable in front of Loki.

“I’ll be the one to determine that,” the god says. His next statement is entirely unexpected. “Now, tell me about yourself, your childhood.”

“What?” You choke out. “About myself? I don’t see how that’s relevant.” You break off. Loki’s gaze is focused on you with burning intensity. You take a shuddering breath in and try to summon some information that isn’t dangerous for you to disclose. “I’m a criminal investigator—have been for years. I’m from around here, grew up here.” You end up settling for a mix of ambiguity and omission. Loki seems to pick up on it regardless.

“Don’t lie to me.” His gaze is dark and dangerous. It suddenly feels as if the temperature dropped in the space around you. You’re pinned under the god’s watchful eyes. “I think I deserve more than that, don’t you?” You can’t find the words to answer. You have, once again, severely underestimated Loki’s capabilities.

“Very well, then,” Loki murmurs some time later, after it’s clear that you’re unwilling to give him more information. His posture is effortlessly casual, but you know it’s just a façade. “I can start for you. You worked as a criminal investigator for years in your hometown, until you decided to become an FBI agent. With more responsibility came more criminals, and closer calls. Even so, you began to gain notoriety for your cases. Your name appears in more and more press coverage. Meanwhile, Nick Fury grows increasingly frustrated with me, with the lack of information. He sees you on the morning news and finds his perfect solution. He calls you here to New York, tells you that he needs you for this pivotal role. An exaggeration, of course.”

“You agree with his offer—surely, you don’t have any other choice. Meanwhile, Fury promptly forgets your existence, until he needs you once more. A tool in a toolbox is all you are to him. Why else would he send you to me? He doesn’t have faith in your abilities, Agent—he just needs bait.”

You know it’s true, but it still hurts. Truthfully, you had suspected the same thing; something about the Norse god speaking on your thoughts cements them in reality. Indeed, why else would Fury have called you in? There are plenty of high-ranking officials that would’ve been better suited for such a task.

“You come in here and provoke me,” Loki continues, as if you aren’t even there. He seems entirely in his element as he paces about his cell. “I attack you, then break out of captivity. A group of agents lurks outside to interrupt my eventual escape. The whole thing is laughably predictable, really.” Your eyes widen as you realize just why the security guard lingered outside the door. They aren’t guarding the door—it’s secure enough on its own. They’re guarding you, waiting for you to fail and for Loki to escape. The thought sends a shiver down your spine.

“And, of course, you have a visceral desire for Fury’s approval,” he continues, repeating what you said to him mere days ago. You feel as if a bucket of ice cold water was just dumped all over you, making you shiver and question everything you thought you knew. Are you really so formulaic? Have you been lured into a false sense of confidence these past few years? You try to grapple with these questions, while the god stares at you. “Am I ‘in the ballpark,’ as you mortals say?” There’s a sharp grin on Loki’s face that deeply unsettles you.

It takes you several moments to collect your composure and find the words to say. “I think you know you are,” you respond, ignoring your heart pounding out of your chest. It’s unnerving that Loki could glean that much about you in such a short time span. Despite his obvious attempt at mockery, you know that you need to answer his questions if you want information. You keep silent and wait for Loki to continue.

“Now, you still haven’t given me anything,” Loki reminds you, dispelling any hope that he may have forgotten. You feel extremely restless and steadily avoid his gaze, even when you feel his eyes practically tearing holes through your form. “So, I ask once more: what was your childhood like?”

You can’t afford to argue this time—not if you want information. The glint in Loki’s eyes grows brighter with each tidbit you give him. At his request, you tell him about your past—everything from your childhood home to the relationships you have with your family. Time becomes fickle and you don’t realize you’re oversharing until you glance down at your watch and see that far too much time has passed. “That’s more than enough,” you interject some time later. You don’t feel as if you can truly grasp the severity of your actions just now. Even so, you know that you’ve given him too much ammunition. You pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache developing. “It’s your turn.”

“Very well,” Loki responds, his lips parting to reveal a crooked smirk. The expression on his face confirms your suspicions that he was planning on continuing the conversation until you stopped him. “I will answer two of your questions.” You feel your heart drop.

“Two?” You exclaim in disbelief, “You must’ve asked me a hundred just now-”

“I didn’t force you to answer any of my questions,” Loki reasons. Unfortunately, he’s correct in that regard—you should’ve been more wary. You let your guard down and he was content to take advantage of it. “Now, do you want information or not?”

You grit your teeth. Damn it. Two questions is a very insignificant number. You try to remember what Fury told you mere minutes before. “He’s been extremely disagreeable… and we’re running out of time.” You can’t afford to slip up here.

“Fine,” you say. The look on Loki’s face doesn’t change, but you can still sense arrogance radiating off of him. “Why?” You decide to ask.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” Loki drawls, continuing to pace about. He looks completely and utterly bored. “Why does one do anything?” You resist an eye roll.

“Why did you do it?” You rephrase. You don’t need to specify for Loki to understand what you’re referring to: the attack on New York, the Chitauri invasion. Surely, knowing his motivations would help S.H.I.E.L.D. prevent instances like it from happening in the future. Besides, you’re not sure what else to ask. As has been established, you don’t think you’re the best fit for this task of vital importance.

“I was seeking revenge,” Loki answers without hesitation. His unblinking gaze is beginning to unnerve you. “Is that what you’d like me to say?”

“I’d like you to tell the truth,” you assert, unable to hide some of your irritation. The god picks up on it and smiles infuriatingly, as if your annoyance is entertaining. Perhaps it is entertaining to him. You take a deep breath and remind yourself to keep calm. It would do you no good to get riled up. You have one job: collecting information.

“The truth,” Loki remarks languidly, tearing you from your thoughts. His answer comes without hesitation. “I was bored.” Boredom. Boredom pushed him to wreak havoc on the city, causing hundreds of casualties and inordinate bloodshed. Loki was motivated by a lack of fulfillment. The thought is extremely disconcerting. On the one hand, you’re not sure what you were expecting. On the other, you had been looking for a more clearcut, legitimate reason to contextualize his actions. You weren’t planning on excusing his crimes, but if he provided something that seemed to somewhat justify his reaction, you would’ve been able to get more information and also deduce a clear motive to these kinds of attacks. Perhaps that was your error in thinking, though: Loki can’t be a predictor of a pattern. He is wildly unpredictable, and trying to predict him will both waste your time and only result in more frustration.

“One more question,” Loki reminds you tauntingly. You grit your teeth, pushing past your irritation. The god seems to enjoy emphasizing the differences between you and him—your mortality, your weakness.

You try to think a little harder. Admittedly, a particular question has been weighing on your mind throughout most of your interactions, burrowing into your subconscious and refusing to let go. After a few moments, you decide to verbalize it. “Why haven’t you escaped yet?”

The god laughs. “Haven’t I?” Loki asks in response. A shiver rolls down your spine. You watch warily as he takes one step forward, then another. From what you’ve seen, the god will often pace about his cell. However, his current movements make it seem as if he has a purpose, an endgame. Loki’s eyes flash. He takes another step forward and his foot crosses the threshold where the glass is supposed to be. Loki grins and crosses the entirety of the boundary, before looking at you with a truly malicious smile. He’s free from captivity.

You can’t even take a step backwards before the god is there , extending a hand to your temple and pressing his fingertips past your skin, into your very being. And suddenly, you’re a child again. Everything you told Loki is rushing through your head all at once. You’re trapped in vivid memories. The world around you is blurred with childlike joy and hope. Your surroundings all seem to fall away; despite your knowledge that you aren’t a child anymore, you can’t escape this onslaught of memory that Loki seemed to force on you.

When Loki removes his hand from your temple, you nearly choke on your breath. There’s an excruciating pain running through your head—strong enough to make you lose your balance. Despite the fact that you’re horribly outmatched, you still try to get away from him. You’re not sure what the God of Mischief wants, but you doubt it’s anything good. This interest—as Fury said—that he’s cultivated in you… It’s dangerous.

You should be dead right now. Surely, were you any other S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, your corpse would be slowly decaying on the ground in front of you. You heard whispers of what Loki did to some of the agents that spoke to him before you. One of them was directly admitted to a mental hospital—unable to ground themself in reality. The thought shakes you to your core.

You take another step backwards, only for him to match your retreat with a step forward. Your balance is growing more and more unsteady as you try to fight against the vertigo threatening to send you tumbling. Your vision is oscillating between painful sharpness and indiscernible blurriness. “What do you want from me?” You manage to spit out through the pained haze.

“Everything.” Loki answers. Before you can push him away, he’s bringing a hand to your temple again. Your mind explodes with energy and you feel your eyelids fluttering shut of their own accord. You try your hardest to remain conscious and you manage to catch glimpses: Loki’s hand slipping from your temple as you fall to the ground. Loki carrying you out of the building. You’re stuck in the recesses of your own mind, with no hope for escape. Eventually, you’re forced to succumb to the darkness lurking in the corners of your vision.

It may strike you all as strange that Loki stays in captivity rather than escaping, but I think I can justify that with a multitude of reasons. First of all, he's immortal—time passes differently for him. While a mortal may agonize at the thought of being trapped in a capsule for an indefinite time, Loki is entirely unbothered by it. He knows that he has the ability to escape; the question then becomes when he will escape, not if he will escape. Second, Loki has a reason to stay: the reader. He is interested in the reader [the nature of this interest is up to you]. He enjoys the conversations they have, especially when they’re under the false guise of him being trapped and in a position of need. The God of Mischief isn’t one to rush things. Anyway, that’s how I justified these choices to myself. *shrugs*

I desperately wanted to add something like this, but I couldn’t find an authentic moment for it… It may seem a little out of character, too… So I’ll throw it here and walk away:

“You should put some ointment on that,” Loki suggests, looking pointedly at the scar on your face. “Don’t Midgardians care about that sort of thing? Quite foolish, in my opinion.” “How is that foolish?” You ask. “Scars are proof of conquest,” Loki responds. “Of course,” you sigh.

#loki x reader #loki x gn reader #loki laufeyson #loki x male reader #male reader #gn reader #x male reader #nb reader #etc

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hretoprvdthepltnx · 8 months

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would you please write a fic about being (fully platonic) roommates with Loki? I want to see just how much chaos would happen between the literal god of chaos and a chaotic ADHDer

Mx. Mischief

Loki x gn!reader

Summary: In the years of old, when both Loki and y/n were still young and welcome in Asgard, the prince and the forgotten one had a game they liked to play during the dark hours. During the night, while the golden heir slept peacefully in the chambers next, they played their game until the night they were caught. It was then that they decided to move on to bigger prizes. Prizes shaped in the form of realms. Here is one of their stories from Before.

Content: platonic soulmates, inseparable pairing, young Loki x young reader, they/them pronouns used for reader, Loki is genderfluid, brief non-sexual nudity,

Rating: 14+ || 600+ words

The raven perched on a shoulder clad in the darkest of green silks. The iridescence of its manicured feathers glimmered in waves of blue-purple-green in the drifting light of the hanging torches. Their gown made no rippling sound as they slinked through the palace, silent-like, with the raven for companion.

"Are you sure it's this way?" They whispered, and the wind drifting through the open corridor killed the sound before it could reach any unintended ears. Sharp nipping and the scrape of a beak against metal rings carried an assault on their ear, and they turned that way in to the dimly lit passage. "Stop it," they hissed, batting at the raven so that it flew up off of its shoulder perch and into the night sky. "You know this place gets confusing sometimes."

The raven squawked and the human cursed its feeble existence, but they both carried on deeper into the grounds, until human feet touched mossy stone and the raven found a branching perch. "So, it was the way." They spoke under their breath, giving the garden a quick look over for guards. There were none.

"I told you," said the raven, its eyes a marbled emerald green, "I know my palace." The human scoffed, pulling a worn leather pouch from the abyss of their silken robes and an identical set for their companion. "You don't know shit. You're just lucky that you can fly."

Loki, now in the shape of the godchild that he perhaps truly was, and unfazed by his arrant nudity, swung himself down from his branch with impeccable grace. His pale and lanky frame shinning as beautifully in the moon light as his feathers had minutes before. He accepted the green silks from the outstretched palm of his beloved partner in crime as he had time and time before.

"You're lucky that I don't loathe your company." He retorted, the threat every bit as empty as his smirk was twisted up in smugness. He was charming, this trickster. The rightful heir of Asgard. He was a cunning little bastard too. "So, who shall be our victim tonight?" They asked him, eyes gleaming with violent excitement. "Why my oaf of a brother, of course. I thought that was clear."

The pair sat down on the soft bedding of grass beneath the tree, a sacred monument, and spread out the contents of their fraying bag of schemes. "How shall we do it?" Y/n asked, flipping through the pages of the spell book they had stollen, together with Loki, from Frigga's library. "Like this," Loki told them, thin, black painted fingertip stopping the progression of their flipping pages. The page had been marked already, and Loki wore a beaming smile of malevolent intent. "We'll use this."

Y/n fixed him with a look and Loki, persuasive as ever, started to defend his case. "It won't be permanent. It might just interfere slightly with his courtship to the lady Sif." Loki watched the sly grin creep up his best friend's face and replace the uncertainty in their eyes with mischief. "How will we get in?" They asked, leaning over the open book to look at him with worshipful glee.

They always made him feel like the god he knew he was, like the king he was destined to be. They trusted him. They loved him. Loki smiled, beautiful and deadly, and leaned in towards his friend as well. The wind rattled the sacred branches overhead and Loki's eyes sparkled green in the reflected glance of his favored companion. "We'll use magic. How do you feel about being a bird?"

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story by hretoprvdthepltnx©

Loki copyrighted by Marvel©

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simp57blog · 1 year

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The void

You showed up at the void and all of the Loki variants were confused and emotional as hell.

You were wandering around and then all of a sudden there's a group of people around you.

The first one to huge you or show affection towards you is kid loki.

Kid loki comes up to you eyes watering arm's open wide walked up to you.

Next is crocodile loki waddling up to you resting his head on your foot while crying.

And the others do the same after the reunion they wipped away their tears.

Then you started to asked some questions about where you are.

Kid loki always near you if you went somewhere he would follow same with crocodile loki.

(ok your related to kid loki in his time line)

(In crocodile loki time line you were just a stranger who fed him over time you and him became friends)

(In classic loki's time line you were friends until the got took by the tva but he dead)

So your stuck in the void with different loki's.

You look after kid loki and crocodile loki in the bunker basically becoming mom/dad material.

You meet president loki your first impression was that he was a dick ngl.

In his time line you were his assistant you to were very close with one another

Also this is after tva loki plan to kill alioth

The end!

#kid loki #loki series x reader #loki series X male reader #loki X male reader #loki X reader #crocodile loki #president loki #loki x gn reader #loki series X gn reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #marvel x gn reader

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isawthisangel · 1 year

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hiiiii!! i have this idea for a romeo and juliet style loki x male, prince!reader oneshot that i can't get out of my head :D would you possibly consider writing it if you like the concept too?

the base idea is truly just the romeo and juliet scenario - probably them meeting at a ball or something, love at first sight ensues, etc. other extra ideas i had were enemies to lovers, slight angst bc of it (so like... love at first sight with angst and yearning mixing) and masquerades, but naturally feel free to use or not and adjust them as you feel is best if you end up writing it <3

oh and this would also be in the golden age of asgard (yes, dreamer's ball anon here again <3)

(also, some songs that gave me the Vibe of it were middle of the night (by elley duhé), teeth (by 5 seconds of summer), tourner dans le vide (by indila), dancing with our hands tied (by taylor swift) and wanna be yours (by arctic monkeys)

tysm in advance, and i hope you're doing well!!!

~ 💙

How to hold a sword (Loki x reader)

word count -> 2k ish

plot summary -> loki and y/n bullying each other for ten minutes

a/n -> i hope this is something like what you had in mind anon ! i listened to the songs while i wrote (5sos are my favess) thank you so much for leaving requests ! (also this gif is driving me insane look at him ????? thank you for coming to my ted talk)

‘Your grip is wrong.’

You turn abruptly, annoyed. ‘What?’

Loki is stood behind you, watching silently. You hadn’t realised he was there until he’d announced himself. Rudely.

‘Your grip is wrong,’ he repeats, gesturing to the sword clutched in your hand. He looks bored and you are already infuriated by him, even though your conversation barely began five seconds ago.

‘My grip is fine,’ you tell him, turning away and repositioning your feet so that you can carry on with your training. It’s been a long day and you are not in the mood for one of his visits. You begin moving through the motions you’ve been taught, which you’ve been practicing for the better part of the afternoon, trying to quiet your mind.

Loki sighs loudly behind you, and you grit your teeth, ignoring him.

‘Look, you’re doing it wrong—’

You spin around and direct the tip of your sword at the Prince of Asgard’s throat, which he looks nothing short of delighted about. It might be the first time you’ve seen something like a semblance of a smile on his face. He raises his hands slowly along with one of his eyebrows, and the look of amusement on his face only serves to enrage you further.

‘Don’t think for a moment I won’t run you through with this blade,’ you tell him pleasantly.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it darling,’ he replies, and you scowl, dropping the sword to your side.

‘What do you want?’

‘I’ve been watching you,’ he says, looking over your head across the courtyard as he speaks as though he has other, more interesting places to be.

‘Yes. It’s starting to become tiresome,’ you reply, and he looks back to appraisingly like you’ve said something to please him.

‘I’m leaving. And you’re going to come with me.’

Your mouth falls slightly open and you find yourself wondering whether the man before you takes pleasure from confusing you constantly.

‘I hardly know you,’ you manage to say.

‘I am your Prince,’ he replies in a tone which very nearly makes you raise the sword back to his throat.

‘And I hardly know you,’ you repeat. You think you see his jaw twitch and hope that you’re annoying him.

‘What do you want to know?’ he asks, as if any one thing you could ask him would help to counter your confusion.

‘Why would you have me come with you?’

‘You tell me what you think of me. No one else will, it’s refreshing,’ he tells you shortly. ‘Anything else?’

There is everything else, but he seems to take your bemused silence as a sign that you have no further questions. ‘Good. We leave tomorrow.’

‘And if I don’t want to come?’ you ask, standing a little straighter.

‘Oh, but I know you do,’ he says, taking a step towards you. ‘And if you say a word about this to anyone—’ he continues, and your hand clutches at air as your sword appears in his hand instead and he levels it at your throat, his voice dangerously low. ‘Don’t think for a moment I won’t run you through with this blade.’

There’s real threat in his eyes as he looks at you; your breath catches as the tip of your sword comes to rest gently at the hollow of your throat.

‘Well?’ he asks softly when you don’t reply, lifting the blade a fraction of an inch to lift your chin up. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you’re not entirely sure he won’t make true on his claim and it’s only this that stops you from calling him something unspeakable.

‘Fine,’ you grit out, jerking your head away. He lowers the sword looking insufferably smug, until you snatch it back from him and turn away.

‘You’ll need to learn how to hold a sword properly,’ he says from behind you.

‘I know how to hold a sword properly,’ you scowl, adjusting your grip and repositioning your feet, again.

‘If you knew how to hold a sword properly I wouldn’t be able to do this,’ he tells you, and your sword flies unceremoniously from your hand, yanked away by some invisible force. You watch it land on the ground several feet away, baffled, sure that your grip had been perfect.

‘It’s not your fault. They don’t teach combat properly here anymore. It’s all etiquette now, as though that matters when you’re in the thick of it,’ Loki continues. You’re not quite listening, still wondering how he could have possibly known about your plans to leave Asgard. He summons the sword back to his hand and moves so that he’s stood in front of you, adjusting his grip so that he’s holding it in an entirely different way to how you’d been taught.

‘This is how you hold a sword.’

He passes it back to you, and you take it, adjusting your grip to match his. It feels instantly better, you have more control over the sword already.

‘I like my way better,’ you lie, for the sake of irritating him.

‘Then you are going to die very quickly,’ Loki replies amiably. ‘Will I see you at the ball this evening?’

You almost feel dizzy from the rate at which this conversation is moving.

‘Perhaps,’ you shrug noncommittally. Loki looks vaguely amused before turning and walking away without another word, leaving you holding your sword in a way which feels both alien and secure at the same time. You give it an experimental swing and it slices through the air with a precision which you’d been seeking not ten minutes before.

…

‘You look ridiculous.’

You spin around and see Loki stood behind you, having snuck up on you again.

‘Stop being so creepy. Why can’t you just say hello like a normal person?’ you ask him. He doesn’t reply, seemingly too busy looking you up and down. You cross your arms and lean back again the cool stone wall behind you in an attempt to get him to stop looking at you.

The ballroom is packed full with nobles and royals dressed in masquerade, clad in ludicrous masks and outrageous outfits, yourself included. You look back at Loki who has mercifully directed his attention at some other poor Asgardian. He looks just as ludicrous as everyone else.

‘Like what you see?’ he asks, and your expression goes from one of thinly veiled contempt to incredulity.

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘You were staring at me,’ he remarks, turning back to you.

‘I was just thinking about how stupid you look,’ you tell him. He smiles, which you hate. The sconce on the wall behind you holds a flame which illuminates one side of his face as he turns back to look out across the ballroom and you catch yourself before you can start admiring his side profile.

‘You didn’t tell anyone?’ he murmurs, so quietly you wonder if he’d said anything at all. You shake your head almost imperceptibly, still stood with your arms crossed. ‘Good,’ he nods, and then there is a great cheer and round of applause as a dance comes to an end.

Loki sighs. ‘I don’t suppose there’s any point asking you to dance.’

‘Why on Asgard would you ask me to dance?’ you ask him.

‘Forget it. I doubt you even know how,’ he says.

‘As if that’s going to work on me,’ you scoff, unmoving.

‘I bet you’re awful at it, the way you were moving earlier out in the courtyard—’

Before he can finish you’ve set off, making a beeline for a bored looking girl in a mask resting against the north wall of the ballroom. ‘Care to dance?’ you ask when you reach her, and she hesitates for a second before taking your hand.

‘I don’t really dance,’ she says as you lead her on to the dancefloor.

‘Me neither,’ you reply, making an extreme effort not to look at Loki as the jaunty music starts up once again. It’s been so long you’ve forgotten that you actually quite enjoy dancing, and by the time the song ends and the ballroom erupts into a cheer both you and the girl you’re dancing with are smiling.

Before you can remove yourself from the dancefloor or wipe the smile from your face the girl has been replaced with Loki, who looks far too self-satisfied for your liking.

‘So you can enjoy yourself,’ he says, and you make an effort not to scowl at him.

‘I suppose so.’

The music starts up again, but this time it’s considerably slower. You see your own panic reflected in Loki’s eyes behind his mask for a second, but then it’s gone and he’s reached out to pull you towards him. You’re halfway to protesting when your chest meets his and his hand comes to rest on your waist and quite abruptly you’ve forgotten what it was you were going to protest against.

‘Were you going to say something?’ he asks, fitting his hand which isn’t on your waist over one of your hands; your other hand lifts automatically to his shoulder. Were you?

‘No,’ you say, passionately hating how much taller than you he is. He starts to move and you follow his lead, wondering how you can avoid acknowledging the fact that he’s a very good dancer.

‘Ask me more questions about leaving,’ he mutters into the space just above your ear.

‘I thought I wasn’t allowed to talk about it.’

‘Obviously you can talk about it to me,’ he says, and you think you can detect a hint of an eye roll in his voice. It nearly makes you smile. ‘I know you have more questions.’

‘How did you know?’

‘Know what?’

‘That I was planning to leave.’

He’s silent for a moment before replying, which makes you wonder if he really had known about your plan to leave after all.

‘I know a lost soul when I see one. You don’t belong here, just the same as me.’

‘You’re the Prince of this place, as you seem to so love reminding everyone. What possible reason could you have for wanting to leave?’

‘If you’re really asking me that question then you’re even stupider than you seem,’ he replies shortly. You don’t reply, moving to the music and the shuffle and chatter of a hundred other people around you in silence.

‘Ask me something else,’ he says eventually.

‘Can I trust you?’

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his mask.

‘Can I trust you?’

‘That’s not an answer.’

‘My answer depends upon yours.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Then I don’t know either.’

For some reason this makes you smile. ‘Okay.’

‘That’s it? You don’t want to know where we’re going?’

‘I bet you don’t know yet.’

Loki scoffs. ‘Of course I know where we’re going.’

‘Fine,’ you say, watching him as he looks away over the top of your head again. ‘I trust you.’

If you hadn’t been inches away from him you might have missed the small, sharp inhale, the brief flash of something in his eyes at your words. ‘I wouldn’t, if I were you.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ you say, waiting for him to meet your gaze. When he finally does, he looks almost uneasy.

‘Don’t get familiar,’ he says, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to himself or you.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,’ you reply.

Loki looks away, biting the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from smiling. He’s sure he’s chosen well.

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asotyp · 2 years

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𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚝𝚞𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚃𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞

Warnings: fluff, kinda angst

It was a topic Loki was rather sensitive about, he could lose his temper even when you only just mention it

It could take a while before Loki is willing to show this side of them

When he shows you their Jotun form, they were surprised by your reactions

You were admiring it and he didn’t understand why

Because of your positive reaction and how much affection you were giving, they started to get emotional

For the first time, they are experiencing something that didn’t have a feel of familiarity to it

They couldn’t tell if it was the overwhelming feeling of love

He felt it before but this time was different, it felt overwhelming

But in like a positive way

You both cuddle together

You were whispering loving things to them

For the first time, he felt accepted

It will take some time to become comfortable in this form

But he knows for sure that no matter what form they took you would love him for who they are no matter what

And he is so grateful for it

#loki x gn!reader #loki x gn reader #loki headcanon #loki x male reader #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki marvel #loki laufeyson #loki x y/n

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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A/N: Final part featuring out Norse Pantheon boys Odin and Loki, enjoy once again!!

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(As he becomes your husband, Thor is your son, so this is set way before then)

🪶 Odin never has been a very talkative person, really the only reason you could tell that he didn’t hate you was because of how he allowed you to spend time with him

🪶 And his birds liked you

🪶 He and you both are important figures in the Norse Pantheon, and because of that, you both were located nearby each other because of work

🪶 Odin was fairly protective of you in many different scenarios, but it was normally just him glaring, nothing farther, until now

🪶 Zeus was trying to lay a hand on your waist, and by what he was suspecting, he was trying to seduce you so he could get into your pants, like he did with many other women before you

🪶 He just walked up to you, showed off his dangerous aura, making Zeus show his as well

🪶 While Zeus just laughed it off and bidded you both adieu before walking off, leaving you and the Supreme God of Norse Mythology alone

🪶 Odin looked at you and began to speak with such words that it shocked you

“ Y/N, I cannot stand seeing you being ogled by other men, and that is the honest truth. So, would you do me the pleasure of being my S/O till our hearts stop and our power falls? “

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🐍 Oh the old trickster duo

🐍 You guys played tricks on everyone all of the time, it didn’t matter if you were family or the closest friends in Valhalla, you played tricks on them all

🐍 Loki and you just smiled at each other while they writhed around in the upmost embarrassment from you both throwing a bag of donkey vomit on their heads

🐍 Once fateful day, Loki was bored, which was happening way more often, so, he decided to venture out and find you, little did he know, he'd regret it

🐍 He walked through your palace's hallways in search of you when he heard you threaten someone as they, seemingly, laughed

🐍 Peering into your main room, he saw the Greek God of the Sun, Apollo, flirting with you, and it sent his mind into a frenzy

🐍 How dare he flirt with you when it was obvious you and he belonged together?! Not you and that arrogant prick-head!

🐍 He strode up to you and turned into a cockroach, causing the God to scream and run away, leaving the two of you standing there laughing

" Smooth scare, Loki! I was about to do the same if he wasn't staring at me directly in the eyes. " " Well, how about we go and prank some of the other Greek Gods, ooh, maybe we should pass by Shiva's place, I heard he's having practice today with that other Hindu God, Rudra! "

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vampworks · 12 days

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Satisfaction

Loki x Vampire! Reader

MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Blood, Vampirism, Smut, language, angst

A/n: the first bit of spice I've written and omg I don't know how to feel about it. Anyway, vampires ima right?

Stalking the halls of the tower, I never felt so lonely until now. The thirst has all but consumed my nights. Sleep had long since been completely off the table as the hunger set in, leaving me with a pair of red eyes and a screaming pit in my core, slowly haunting the same rooms I used to run through with a smile.

Today’s failed mission flashes through my head as I pass the kitchen. Creeping into cabinets and the fridge as I remember the sheer joy ripped away from me as my “meal” escaped. I slammed it shut and heard Steve lecture me on discipline on the jet all over again. It’s like he actually wants me to starve. After all of Bruce’s testing and the grueling rules, my insides seem to rip and tear within me. This was my chance to finally feel even remotely full. All of nothing.

I heard faint snores, hushed voices, and the clink and clang of metal in the lab beneath my feet. One sound rang louder than them all whether it was a blessing and a curse, the soft beat of their hearts. It brought me closer to them most nights. It reminded me that they were all okay.

I found myself silently counting the beats of Bucky's heart on the roof. It was grounding whenever I heard it. His very presence was grounding. He looked at me differently from the rest of the team like he actually understood me. I knew I’d be able to rest with him. The team was still uneasy around me because of my new 'condition' but not him. Im tempted to join him until the sound of a familiar, honeyed voice filled my ears.

"Hello, little bat." He whispered into my ear. "L..Loki," I sighed. He lets out a sly smirk as I shiver. “Out for a late-night snack?" He teased. I can hear his heartbeat slow as he pulls away, but it quickens again when my eyes meet his. “Listen, I won't play games with you tonight. I’m starving and all I can hear in this damn tower is blood rushing through my veins, so please let me just wander around in peace.” I placed my hand on his chest to push him away, but he held it there. His face is void of emotion, but his heart betrays him as it continues to beat rapidly. My eyes trace his sharp features down his face and fall onto his throat. The thought of sucking him dry crossed my mind. Maybe I could play his game this once.

“You’re more like me than you think.” His words brought me out of my trance. “What’s that supposed to mean.” I hissed, and his grip on my hand tightened. “It means, My pet. Neither you nor I will ever be satisfied going on like this.” He cooed. Loki’s other hand traces down my arm, only to rest on my waist. His breath grows heavy and desperate now matching the loud drum of his heart.

I want all of him now. I knew it was the hunger speaking, but I will deal with my own heart’s desires later. I could tell his heart was calling out. Begging for an embrace or at least a source of warmth. He might just be right, satisfaction always seemed just out of reach. A single eternal moment passed before I gained the strength to respond. “What do you suggest we do about that then?” my voice dripping with need as I speak. Loki’s façade of excellence was falling, but the remnants stood fast in his posture and grip on my waist.

Ever the royal gentleman, even in such desperation. He stumbles on his word for only a second before proposing an exchange of warmth. "Genius, is it not?” He stammered. I stifle a laugh “It’s brilliant, Watson.” I tease. His smile was sickeningly sweet, but his dark green eyes begged for something more. I held my breath as I pulled him into me by his collar. "Jump.” He commands. I obey and am pulled into his arms. His heart beats as if it’s a heavy drum threatening to burst through his chest. I waste no time laying kisses upon his lips and down to his throat. The sound that erupts from him is heavenly. “You are mine,” I whisper into his ear. A jolt runs through his body as he takes off into a sprint to his room with me in hand.

In a second, my back falls into his black satin sheets. He quickly crawls on top of me with his left hand, caresses my cheek, and shifts his weight onto his right hand. His knee ever so gently pushed on my inner thigh just to be closer. My own hands wrapped around his neck. My fingers tangle in his long, dark curls. I swear I hear the slightest whimper as my rings tug on a braid within them. Feverish kisses linger as if the next could not come fast enough. His lips, raw with a crimson tint, now begged for me to bite them. My fangs nip at his bottom lip as his left-hand gathers my shirt up my back. The taste isn’t nearly enough, as my senses are clouded by him.

All around me is him. His honeyed voice rings in my ear while his touch burns like fire, despite his skin feeling like ice. My mind fogs as I slip from his grasp and flip him on his back in a single swift motion. I take my seat on his lap, looking into his dark green once more. I find his eyes blown wide, staring back into my red ones as our chests chase our breath in tandem.

“Dammit, every inch of you is breathtaking.” He says in a hoarse tone as his hand takes the purchase of my waist once again. My smile widens and I grind down into him. “God, I say the same for you.” My eyes trail down to his chest as my hands slide up his arms to rest on his shoulders. “Let me be one with you… Please, my love.” He pleads. I can only nod as a whine escapes my throat. “Not quite. Use those pretty words of yours.” He commands, his hand now holding my chin up to meet his gaze. “Fuck...yes, please, I want you.” I pleaded. In a green flash, all the clothes that withhold my warmth from him are gone, leaving only the two of us in a world all our own. “Perfect little dove, all for me.”

Shadows wrapped around my aching body, soothing and teasing anywhere they could reach. They slowly lifted me onto the tip of his length. All that can be heard throughout the room is a string of curses and gasps for air from us both as he sets a ravenous pace beneath me. “Such a beautiful little thing you are, aren’t you.” He rasped. I feel his entire body tremble, and my eyes squeeze as I slam down on him repeatedly. “Good, just like that.” He praises. “Give in to me.” The two of us grew delirious in the thrill of it all as we grew closer to release. "Loki, please” I begin to beg. “Please let me taste you.” My words were barely sensical as my body ached for him. “Oh God Yes, I am yours to devour.” The shadows dissipate as I nuzzle in his chest, and his pace falters as my fangs graze and puncture his skin. I fed from him feverishly as he ruts into me, his grip on my waist is so tight leaving dark red marks in its wake. I moan in pure ecstasy at the taste and feeling.

Time stands still as we reach the very end. A flurry of moans and whimpers ring between us while satisfaction finally sets in. Tears began to fall from my eyes as the hole in my chest filled with warmth. After coming down from the high, Loki begins to unravel the two of us from the sheets. He lays me beside him, only for me to burrow into his chest once again. His arms wrapped around me, and he hummed sweet nothing into my hair.

After a moment, Loki began to lift me into the air. “While I love nothing more than to stay here with you forever, I fear we must shower, my dear.” I only respond with a muffled whine. “My apologies, my sweet. A bath, then? I fear no one is sleeping anymore anyway.”

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gettinshiggywithit · 3 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

Summary: In which you find out loki’s secret and he fears your reaction.

Pairing: loki x reader

Genre: fluff ,maybe a hintt of angst

W/c: 928

A/N: saw someone talking abt jotun loki and my brain went brrrrr.Wrote this at 5/6 in the morning on 0 sleep so apologies in advance!If yall liked it id love to hear your thoughts

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A frost giant.unbelievable.

Loki stood in odin’s vault,hands firmly gripping the handles of the casket. He watched as his skin changed to an icy blue,an equally icy chill running down his spine. The all father had conveniently fallen into the odin-sleep.

“Leaving me when i need him…typical” he said to himself. It wasn’t like he had an audience and with him being the acting ruler,and his mother being in his ‘father’s’ chambers, he needn’t fear intrusion.

The only person aware of his little secret,who was awake anyway, was his mother and he intended to keep it that way.for as long as he could.

Eliminating thor would guarantee him the throne and by destroying jotunheim,he’d garner enough of the public’s love to hopefully keep his throne,should his secret come to light.

‘Does heimdall know?’ He wondered to himself.

‘No matter,He can be dealt with if necessary”

Loki was so lost in thought that he missed the,

“There you are!” You huffed out.

You marched on upto him and noticed he wasnt…himself.

At this sudden revalation, you started taking quieter,more measured steps towards the boyfriend-shaped figure in front of you.

You let out a tentative “loki?” To which he jolted, his hands immediately letting go of the casket and his now-red eyes staring at you with both surprise and slight fear. Not fear of you,but the fear of being discovered.

“Y/n, dont…dont do that.” He said letting out a breath he didn't know he’d been holding in. And when you didn’t reply, instead merely staring at him in bewilderment, he suddenly remembered how he looked. He stumbled backwards, his hands flying to brace himself against the stand of the artefact behind him.

His finger gently brushed against the casket and the fading blue returned once again.

Noticing this, he pulled his hands to his front.clasping them and lookin on at you,awaiting your reaction.

What would you do? Yell at him? Leave him? Threaten to tell the rest of asgard?

All the worst possibilities ran around his head and he began to tear up.

He was broken out of his turbulant thoughts by your hand brushing against his cheek.

He was shocked, to say the least.

Of all the reactions he’d thought up,this wasnt one.

He leaned into your touch,fearing this would be the last time he would feel it,your soft cold hand against his wretched skin.

“What is this loki?” You ask in a whisper,staring at him with not fear,not anger,but wonder and curiosity.

You were now stood quite close to eachother not impossibly so, but quite.

“I-“

“Were you cursed?”

“In a manner of speaking…y-”

“Does it hurt?”

You knew what he was,you’d seen frost giants before so it wasn’t illiteracy that made you disregard his current state.

You really were asking him if he was okay as he stood before you, a blue monster,kin to those you’d fantasised about killing in your youth…

Was this real?

He needed to know it was,so he spelled it out for you,

“Y/N,im a Frost giant.”

He let out in a voice laden with melancholy,regret and was that fear you heard?

“I know” you merely replied as you traced the patterns on his skin.

At this he pulled your hand away and held it.

“What do you mean you know?! Y/N im a monster! Dont you understand!”

Your expression shifted to one of annoyance,another unforseen reaction.

“I understand quite clearly loki.”

“Then why haven’t you-”

“Why haven’t i run out screaming? Cursing you? Why havent i tried to kill you?”

His silence told you that was exactly what he was about to ask, more or less.

You sighed before stepping towards him and placing his hand on your shoulder,he flinched but didn't move otherwise.

You took this as your go-ahead and wrapped him in a hug.

You stayed there for a good three minutes in silence before saying,

“Loki,i dont give a single ratatosk whisker if you’re a jotun.i love you.”

You pulled away at that to look him in the eyes and saw the tears forming there.

As they fell from his eyes,you caught them with your thumb and placed in on tongue.

Now it was his turn to look at you in confusion.

You waited a beat before saying, “for a jotun you cry asgardian tears.”

He smiled at that,scoffing at your antics.

“You’re ridiculous”

“Yeah well im also yours so get used to it” you said as you went in for another hug and this time he hugged back holding you like you were the most precious thing in all the nine realms,and to him,you were.

“Are you sure?” He whispered out,almost like he hoped you wouldnt hear.

“Always.And never forget it” you said,pressing a soft kiss to his lips which had him chasing yours as you pulled away.

“Why did you come down here anyway?” He asked finally realising it was rather odd for you to have come to the artefacts vault;unless there was a purpose for your visit that is.

“Ah yes, Frigga was calling you.” You said pulling away and pulling him by the arm towards the exit.

“Alright then” he said as he let you drag him out of the chamber that held his secrets. You really were something else,and he’d never been more grateful for anyone in his entire life.

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An Interesting Theory

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Summary: In which you teach Loki about a Midgardian party trick but learn it’s not so easy to one up the God of Mischief. Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader Word count: 1.1K Tags/Content: Mentions of Alcohol, Sexual Tension, Shenanigans, Flirting, Fluff Author’s note: For the darling @lunarnights95, inspired by this prompt.

“What a week, huh?” Bruce removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes as he leaned over the bar. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Steve. But this has been a lot.”

“Well, to his credit, it’s not every day you turn 105,” you quipped, popping a maraschino cherry in your mouth as you spun on your stool, studying the dwindling party. It was the last unofficial fete tacked on to the end of a week full of jubilant celebrations for the Captain. You and the rest of the team had barely gotten a moment’s rest until now.

Twenty or so people were still gathered in the sunken lounge area of Tony’s penthouse, overlooking the glittering expanse of Manhattan. Most partygoers had taken their leave as the commemorative fireworks over the East River came to an end – now only the Avengers and a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents remained.

Your eyes swept around the room and landed on Thor and Steve. They stood together behind the sofas, arms crossed and gazes fixed on Tony as he attempted to lift Mjölnir from the coffee table. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes – the three of them seemed to be locked in a never-ending pissing contest. Raucous laughter filled the room as Tony let out a string of curses, his face twisted in concentration, muscles bulging as he put forth all his strength. Usually, Loki would be whispering a witty comment or snide remark in your ear regarding the situation, but he was nowhere to be found. In fact, you hadn’t seen him for hours.

The thought lingered in your mind for only a moment before a piercing pop! sent your heart into overdrive. Just as you prepared yourself for fight mode, you realized Sam had accidentally stepped on one of the balloons littering the floor as he navigated an elderly man through the space.

“For fuck’s sake,” Bruce sighed, wiping up the beer he’d tipped over in shock.

“Got ‘em!” the old man exclaimed as he passed by, casting you a devilish wink that made him suddenly appear years younger. What a handful he must’ve been back in his day, you thought. Hell, considering the trouble he kept giving Sam, he still was.

“Sorry, sorry!” the Falcon laughed as he tightened his grip on the bumbling veteran. “He just had to try some of that damn magic mead.”

You let out a chuckle before turning your attention back to Bruce. You were about to ask for a refill when you sensed an omnipotent presence beside you: Loki, leaning casually against the bar, his signature smirk on his lips, eyes sparking with amusement as he watched an exasperated Sam wrangle the old codger onto the elevator.

“Well, well,” he mused, dipping his head in greeting as he settled on the stool next to you. “At least someone at this soiree seems worthy of Asgardian revelry.”

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’ve gotten into the mead, too,” you teased.

He lifted an eyebrow, the hint of a grin still playing at the corner of his mouth. “Me, let my guard down in the presence of these mortals? Perish the thought,” he scoffed, but you could see a glint of mischief in his gaze as he glanced over your shoulder. “I’m just here for the entertainment.”

You turned, noting that Tony had finally given up his quest to lift that damn hammer. Shaking your head, you popped another cherry in your mouth. “I’m afraid you missed out on quite a show.”

“Ah, yes. The ever-present contest of ego.” Loki puffed out a laugh. “But that’s hardly what I meant, darling.”

His knee brushed against yours as he turned towards you, your heart thumping wildly against your chest as his hand lingered on your leg. Loki leaned closer, his breath ghosting over your cheek.

“You know, no one has ever made such a fuss over my or Thor’s birthday,” he continued, feigning a pout. “And we’re centuries older than Rogers.”

“Only the best for America’s sweetheart,” you commented, trying to maintain some sense of composure as Loki’s thumb began to stroke your inner thigh. The thrill of his touch sent goosebumps along your skin. “Besides, I thought you said you didn’t celebrate birthdays?”

“We don’t.” His eyes sparkled. “It doesn’t mean we wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment.”

“Last call,” Bruce interrupted, refilling your drink before popping the top off a fresh bottle of beer for himself. “Can I get you anything, Loki?”

“No, thank you, Banner,” he replied, never breaking eye contact with you as he took a sip from a glass of wine that you could’ve sworn didn’t exist moments before. You ignored the look Bruce cast in your direction before exiting the bar.

“What is this?” Loki asked curiously, setting down his goblet and picking up one of the cherry stems you’d crafted into a knot.

“Oh, that? It’s just a party trick. They say if you can tie a cherry stem with your tongue, it means you’re a good kisser.”

Loki quirked a brow. Something about the way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the room – in the realm, even. “Tell me, have you found this to be true?”

“Well, I’ve never gotten any complaints,” you laughed, a heat creeping across your cheeks as Loki’s thumb traced circles along your knee. “But come to think of it, I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone else who can do it.”

Loki held the knot between his thumb and forefinger, studying it for a moment before he spoke again. “What an interesting theory...”

You watched in awe as he delicately plucked two stems from the bowl of cherries, bringing them to his lips with a sly grin. Your breath caught in your throat as you silently observed the seductive way his strong jaw moved, the muscles below his cheek flexing with perfect precision.

After a few moments, Loki parted his lips, slowly revealing a perfect little bow. He placed the twisted stems on the bar, turning to look at you with an air of satisfaction.

“Shall we put your theory to the test, then?”

The suggestive tone in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, the heat in your cheeks spreading throughout your entire body. As you opened your mouth to respond, Loki leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The sweet taste of wine lingering on his tongue was almost too much to bear, and you found yourself melting into him.

The kiss was soft yet electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body and leaving you breathless. When you finally parted, Loki snickered, quite pleased with himself.

“I do love to be right,” he purred, his lips brushing against your ear as he took your hand and guided you away from the bar. “But I think some further experimentation might be necessary to confirm our hypothesis.”

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workingbynyx · 3 months

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Could you write some Loki x reader crack? Could be based off this incorrect quote idk lol

Y/N: Bro-

Loki: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Loki: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

"I Beg Your Biggest Pardon?" — Loki x GN!Reader Oneshot

↷ summary — you've just finished a heated session with the God of Mischief (or stories...👀) himself, and you're calling him what now? ˎˊ˗

↷ pairing — loki x gn!readerˎˊ˗

↷ genre — crack, oneshot (based off of given prompt!) ˎˊ˗

↷ warning/s — none! ˎˊ˗

↷ a/n — omg i love this, i feel like s1!loki or ragnarok loki would most definitely react like this so what i'm gonna be doing is basing him off of those in this fic hihihi and can we just talk about loki in this gif i found ?!@?#* (also i am absolutely so sorry if this fic is shorter than some of my works! T_T) ˎˊ˗

"No bro listen–" loki's head snapped towards you, "I...i beg your pardon?" he interrupted in whatever you were arguing about for the past 10 minutes. he didn't seem to remember what it was about not when you just called him...'bro'. "what? I'm just saying I've been living in the compound for years and tony nor bruce can't build me one of those restaurant robots but willingly build another armored suit? That's unfair y'know!" you protested. "my love, as much as i truly understand your frustrations. i wish to know what did you just call me?" loki's eyes studied yours, it wasn't hard to avoid his deep gaze— the two of you were basically tangled up against each other on your couch.

"called you what?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. "just mere seconds ago, you called me something i didn't quite catch" loki's mischievous nature came into play as he began to lean closer, his eyes slightly squinting the more you seem to play innocent. "...oh" your knitted brows softened at the realization. "darling, my tongue was down your throat moments ago and now you're calling me..bro?" the corners of his lips slowly curled into a smirk. "i was talking fast my love— force of habit!" you exclaimed.

"very well, perhaps i should have you remember who i am to you then?" his eyes drop down to your lips to which you smacked his arm for. "you dirty little man" says you. "i'm a God" he continues. "whatever" you added with a laugh. "fine, but it is well established i'm more than a 'bro' aren't i?" loki suddenly asked, obviously taunting you. "okay okay i admit to my mistake, can we drop it now?" you playfully frowned, earning a chuckle from him. "as you wish, my love"

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jiyascepter · 6 days

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Midgard Mischief: An Evening in New York

Pairing: Loki x gn!reader

Words: 1,831

Warnings/Content: Fluff. Loki and reader are both Avengers, soft, protective Loki, kissing, mention of other mcu characters (say hello!)

Summary: Loki's first trip to the Earth realm. You take him for an evening out in New York where his protective instincts surface.

A/n: alr first of all let's appreciate this beautiful candid picture of tom. he's so beautiful i can't. i just. can't. this is one of my favourite pictures of him.

Also I needed some suggestions. I'm thinking of writing a series (or more like, parts) ─── 'Midgard Mischief' where the reader & loki visit different places on earth, like they do in this fic. There will be different plots, not connected to each other. How is the idea & if you like it can you suggest some places (countries, famous tourists attractions, random places, anything! ANYTHING!) if possible? It would be a great help! Dms are always welcome !

After a long wait of six months, your boyfriend Loki was finally in Midgard. For the first time. Last time you met him, Thor had invited you to Asgard to fight some dark elves and their leader, Malekith. That’s when you fell in love with his brother, the charming god of mischief.

Today you decided to take Loki out with you and show him around your city like he had when you came to Asgard. But for Loki, it was more like a challenge, almost scary, to face everything in the realm.

The air of Midgard was thick with unfamiliarity— every sound and sight was alien to Loki as he traversed the bustling streets of New York City. His blue eyes darted through the tall skyscrapers, the throngs of people, and the cacophony of noises that assaulted his senses. Layers of confusion built in his mind whenever he saw the bizarre blend of technology and…magic? Is that what it is?

“Images and sounds transmitted through a glowing box? It's like watching a vivid dream unfold before my eyes, except I'm certain no magic was involved. Or was it?” He asks you while you both were passing an electronic shop with many televisions of different sizes on display. “Humans can’t do magic, Loki. I told you before.” You respond with a smile, finding the confused expression on his face too cute.

You were excited for him to be introduced to these things. Things that you used to find normal were a whole new concept to him, and you loved it when he used to listen to you so carefully— the innocent baby-like expression on the almighty god of mischief.

Loki was never one to admit fear. The unfamiliarity of the mortal realm, coupled with the constant possibility of unforeseen dangers, stirred a sense of unease within him. He always had thought mortals were one of the weaker species in all of the nine realms because of shorter life and no knowledge of magic, yet when seen closely, they were a beautiful yet a scary kind. Able to progress so much in a little span of time was fascinating yet frightening at how much these mortals can progress out of curiosity, if given the resources.

Yet, he knew he had to conquer his apprehensions to savor every moment with you, determined to make the most of your time together despite the lurking fear of losing you amidst the chaos of the place.

You take him to Times Square, as what better place could it be for a newcomer to visit?

As you two approach the iconic location, vibrant lights and towering billboards illuminated the night sky, casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon the bustling crowds. Loki’s grip on your hand tightens. So many people. Mortals. Unknown mortals. What if you get lost here? What if someone just grabs you away from him? What if he loses the grip on your hand and gets lost and never finds his way back to you?

You smile at Loki’s reaction, thinking he’s just flabbergasted with the scene. "Welcome to Times Square, Loki. This is one of the busiest and most dazzling places on Earth." Loki looks at you and his face softens and glances back at the buildings. "It seems mortals have a penchant for excess.” You chuckle. “Hm…you could say that. But it’s certainly captivating isn’t it?”

“It’s quite…different from Asgard.” He says with a tinge of fascination as well as skepticism. You snicker and nudge him playfully. “Well, that’s the beauty. It’s diverse, chaotic and endlessly surprising.”

You both continue to move along the street, with you leading Loki through the multitude of people. You notice he was holding on to the helm of your top tightly as you move through a narrow space and turn your head and give him an assured smile. “You’re not gonna get lost, Loki.” He huffs, a tinge of red on his cheeks as you point that out. “But you can."

“Come on, I know this place well.”

He rolls his eyes and looks at you. “The place is too crowded, one glance away and you’ll be gone. And let’s not pretend there are no other dangers as well.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What other dangers?”

Just then, a speedy car whizzes by, its blaring horn causing Loki to instinctively pull you closer to him, shielding you from the potential danger. His heart races for a moment, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he realises the precariousness of mortal life in such bustling environments.

"That," he says, his voice low with concern, "is one of them."

You take a breath, still holding on to him tightly after what happened. “That was close.” He looks down at you, stroking the back of your head and looking at you with concern. “See, I told you. How you managed to survive all this time here is beyond my understanding.”

You chuckle. “I’m fine, Loki, and this incident was just a matter of chance.” You lean in and place a comforting peck on his cheek. He scoffs, cheeks red, but not taking in your point.

“Just take care of yourself, that's what I want…” He mumbles, takes your hand, and walks forward with you.

As you continue your stroll through the vibrant streets of Times Square, Loki's protective instincts seemed to have heightened after the car episode. He was keeping a watchful eye on your surroundings, his grip on your hand never loosening.

Suddenly, a street performer dressed as a superhero approaches, causing Loki to tense up. He positions himself between you and the performer, eyeing him warily as if he were ready to defend you from any potential threat.

You can't help but snicker at his overprotective nature, finding it endearing how he's so quick to jump to your defence.

“Easy there, sweetie.” You chuckle, gently tugging on his arm to calm him down. “He’s just a harmless street performer.”

Loki relaxes slightly, but his guard doesn't falter. He shoots the performer a distrustful look before turning his attention back to you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he realises his overreaction.

"Sorry," he mutters sheepishly, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I just don't want anything to happen to you. You’re too precious."

You smile reassuringly, squeezing his hand affectionately. "I know, Loki. But you don't have to worry. I'm safe with you." His face softens and he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.

Just then, you realise that maybe the hustling roads of Times Square might not be a place of interest for Loki. You hold his hand and start to pull him along with you.

“Where to, my darling?” he asks.

“A museum.”

As you step into the cool, quiet space, Loki's tense shoulders begin to relax, and he takes in the sight of the ancient artifacts and priceless artworks with a sense of wonder.

You guide Loki through the museum, stopping at various exhibits to admire the intricacies of each piece. His eyes light up as he marvels at the craftsmanship of ancient weapons, the delicate beauty of sculptures, and the vibrant colours of centuries-old paintings.

"Impressive," he murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice. "It seems mortals have a talent for capturing beauty."

As you both wandered through the halls, Loki's curiosity was piqued by a particularly striking painting depicting a scene from Norse mythology. He studied it intently, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he masked it with a smirk.

"Ah, a tribute to my exploits," Loki remarked, his tone laced with amusement. "It seems I've made quite the impression on your kind." You chuckle. “You’re unforgettable, that’s why.” He smirks, then continues reading through the information provided below the exhibits. He liked it here, it was calm, and not many people were visiting at this hour, allowing him to soften his guard a bit.

“You know,” you say with a light smile playing on your face, your voice echoing through the empty hall, “I always had this fantasy to kiss my boyfriend in a museum.”

Loki turns, a grin on his face as he approaches you. “Is that true, darling? And why a museum?”

You blush and look away. “They just used to show it in the movies a lot…” You murmur.

With you talking about movies all the time, he knew what you meant. He cups your cheeks and turns your face back to him. “So I should fulfill the wishes of my beloved like a good lover, shall I not?”

He takes your hand and pulls you into a corner, tugging your hair behind the ear. You attempt to cup his cheeks, but he takes your hands and gently holds on to them, then reaches out to caress your lower lip softly with his thumb.

“Thank you for bringing me here…” he says in a low voice, then lets go of your hands and leans in to meet your lips.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed with desire, Loki gazes into your eyes with a look of adoration and longing. "I never knew a museum could be so…stimulating," he murmurs, his voice husky with eagerness.

You laugh softly, pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. "Well, now you know," you whisper.

x ────

On the following day:

“Jarvis, read the morning news for me.” Tony calls out while walking in the living room of the Avengers compound.

"Sure, sir,” Jarvis says, reading out the heading, ‘Museum Security Footage Captures Romantic Encounter: Mystery Couple Caught in Kiss.'

“In an unexpected turn of events, the security cameras at the renowned Museum of Art and History, New York, have captured a heartwarming moment between two individuals. The footage, obtained by museum authorities during a routine review of surveillance tapes, reveals a tender exchange between two individuals amidst the quiet halls of the museum.

The couple, whose identities remain unknown, can be seen sharing a passionate kiss in a secluded corner of the museum, seemingly unaware of the camera's presence. The footage, which has since gone viral on social media, has sparked speculation and curiosity among museum visitors and online spectators alike.

‘We are currently reviewing the footage and working closely with local law enforcement to identify the individuals involved,’ stated museum director Dr. Rebecca Thompson. ‘While we encourage visitors to appreciate the art and history within our walls, we must also ensure the safety and security of our premises at all times.’ " Jarvis finishes reading.

Tony, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Ugh, seriously? We’re making out in museums now? Can't people save that for the privacy of their own homes? And here I thought Loki was the only one causing mischief around here…" He shakes his head, a look of mock disgust on his face, before turning his attention back to whatever project he has been working on.

Jarvis, in his usual composed tone after running his data on the museum pictures, "Actually, sir-"

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 17- Praise Kink

Loki x gn!reader

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), body worship, oral, multiple orgasms, established relationship, no use of y/n

Notes- I purposefully wrote this with a gender neutral reader cause Loki does not limit himself to any one gender! And who wouldn't want to feel praise by him?! And I will forever use "lovely" as Loki's petname for reader after meeting Tom Hiddleston at a con years ago and that's what he called me!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Oh my lovely,” Loki purred, “You look exquisite like this.”

Loki had you stripped nude and spread out on your back as he ravished your body with praise and kisses and touches. His eyes were blown black with lust as he couldn’t get enough of you. You were an insatiable craving, but he would spend every day working to satisfy. It was a challenge that Loki was more than up to.

“Loki,” you moaned as you surrendered yourself to him completely.

“Darling,” he kissed his way down your chest, “Your sounds are music to my ears,” Loki paused when he reached between your legs, “Now let me hear you.”

You cried out as Loki dove in, licking and sucking and nibbling every inch of you. Tears formed in your eyes as your mind swam in pleasure under his tongue. He found every spot that drove you wild, and he knew how to play you.

“Divine,” Loki murmured as he broke away, “Your taste is that of the nectar of the gods.”

That made you giggle, “Stop it,” you said playfully.

“I speak the truth, my lovely,” his tone turned sincere, “I could spend hours here savoring the taste of you.”

You whimpered as he dipped his head down once more and ran his tongue along every sensitive corner of your body. Your legs trembled as he hit the perfect spot and you cried out loudly. “Fuck! Loki!”

“That’s it darling,” he cooed, “Let go. Let me hear you scream,” he kissed your skin, “I’ll be here to catch you.”

Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as your climax hit like a volcano. You screamed his name as you came hard and you clutched the sheets for dear life as he worked you through your climax. Your entire body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you thanks to Loki’s excerpt tongue.

You gasped when he finally broke away from you, leaving you a heaving and panting mess, “Shit, Loki,” you breathed, “I’ll never get used to how good you are with your tongue,” you quipped.

That made Loki laugh softly, “And I…” he pushed himself forward to kiss your chest, “Will never tire of how lovely you are when you fall apart for me like that.”

Loki wrapped his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue and sucking hard. You buried your hand in his hair as you arched your back and cried out in pleasure. His cold, soft hands kneaded your chest as he grazed his teeth across your nipple.

“Lovely,” he hummed as he kissed his way across your chest and gave the other nipple the same treatment.

“Fuck!” you moaned as you squirmed underneath him.

“That’s it, my darling.” Loki trailed his fingers down your chest until he reached your crotch once more, and as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, he pushed two fingers inside, “Fuck…” he echoed you as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Loki… Ahhh…”

“Come on, lovely,” Loki cooed, “You can give me another one. I know you can.”

“Oh shit,” you tugged at his hair, eliciting a low growl from deep in Loki’s chest.

Wet sounds filled the room as Loki’s fingers thrust into you over and over and over again, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. As he whispered incoherent praises against your skin, your second orgasm hit, and it was just as hard as the first. Your juices plashed between your bodies as Loki pulled every ounce of your climax from your body as he could until you let out a low whine.

Carefully, he pulled his fingers out of you and kissed his way up your body, up your neck to your face, “Are you alright, my lovely?” he whispered as he kissed your temple.

“Yes,” you breathed, blinking your eyes open to meet his gaze. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the look of admiration Loki gave you, and even though you’d cum twice already, you felt like you were about to again just from the way he looked at you.

Without another word, Loki leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours immediately. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you pulled him closer, and Loki ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body tenderly. He moaned into you as he rutted himself against your body, and you sighed into his lips when you felt how rock hard his cock was.

“Darling…”

“Yes,” you interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to ask, “Please Loki. I want you… I need you.”

He pulled back and cupped your face, “Not as much as I need you, my lovely.”

The admission caught you both off guard, and for a moment you stared at each other wide-eyed. But, Loki recovered and launched himself in and kissed you deeply once more. This kiss was more heated, more passionate, more desperate, and you held him close as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready, my dear?” he asked in a low tone.

“I am,” you whispered back in a soft but confident tone.

Loki groaned as he pushed himself into you, causing both of you to gasp. Neither of you let go of the other as he rocked back and forth, thrusting his cock into you over and over again as your legs framed his body on either side.

“Darling… You’re incredible,” Loki stammered as he thrust into you faster, “So beautiful... So lovely.”

“Loki,” you moaned, “Feels so good,” you murmured.

Suddenly, you gasped as Loki hit that sweet spot inside you once more. He paused for a moment, watching your face in astonishment, before he pounded into you with fervor. More intolerant praise flowed from his lips as he felt his own climax quickly approach.

“Cum with me, my lovely,” Loki purred as he gritted his teeth.

Both your climaxes hit simultaneously, and you wrapped yourselves up in each other as you rode out your peaks together. Tears filled both your eyes between the pleasure and the emotions until either of you had any more to give, and Loki collapsed down on top of you with a grunt. Heavy breaths filled the room as neither of you wanted to move, and your hands stroked each other’s skin wherever you could both reach. Loki placed a series of light kisses on your chest as you let out a soft laugh.

“What is it, darling?”

“That,” you breathed, “Was amazing.”

Loki hummed in satisfaction, “That is was, my lovely,” he picked himself up to place a tender kiss on your lips, “That it was.”

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layla4567 · 6 months

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SFW ALPHABET // LOKI

warnings: mention of nightmares, a bit of angst(?

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is not one to show much affection in public (he will probably grab your hand or hold you by the waist gently) but when no one is looking he will treat you like a queen/king. He will fill you with kisses and hug you warmly, hugging you in his arms and holding you close to his chest for a long time, both of you in silence.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Let's face it, it would be difficult to win Loki's friendship, he is distrustful and a little hard to trust (but if Mobius did it, anyone can!) You probably have to be patient and listen to him without judging him. When they are friends he will be like with Mobius, quite protective. Obviously he will annoy you with his jokes but he will always look out for you and make sure that nothing bad happens to you. Loki also knows that he can trust you to help him with any problem and vice versa.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes! Loki loves cuddles. He feels protected in your arms and a good cuddle makes him feel better when he is sad or afraid. I think he would prefer to be cuddlered but he is not opposed to the idea of cuddlering you either.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Loki would like to move in with you whenever he sees fit, he will not make a decision without first consulting you. And if the answer is yes, at first I feel like Loki wouldn't clean or cook for the simple fact that he's not used to it (I imagine him like when he was sitting at the TVA reading the rules bored and lazing around). But then he would get used to it and help you in whatever way he can.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Well if you break up with him (gurl why would you do that?) poor Loki would be devastated 😭. He had already made up his mind about a life with you and you go and break up with him for "x" reason. But if he had to break up with you, uff man, he wouldn't even know how to start or what to say. Whatever the reason he broke up with you, he will be crying and explaining why he can't be with you, obviously he will tell you face to face.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think Loki wouldn't rush things, maybe wait a few years to commit when he already knows that you'll really stay with him. You know, trust for Loki is not his strong suit and you really have to earn it, but he would definitely like to one day marry you and have you be his goddess/god.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

LOKI IS A GENTLEMAN. He's the kind of man who will move the chair so you can sit down. His touches will always be soft and delicate, a gentle hand squeeze, a delicate grip on the arm or shoulder. As for emotions, he may be a little suspicious of showing emotions and opening up to you, I think that if something happened to him he would hide it and not because he doesn't trust you but because he doesn't want to worry you, but it's just a matter of time before he realize that it is healthier to seek your help and tell you what he feels, whether good or bad. He is a great listener so he will also prioritize your feelings.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loki will not admit that he likes hugs, when you give him one he will pretend to be upset but inside he loves them. Over time the hugs will become more frequent, he no longer cares about hiding how much he loves hugs, Loki will hug you from behind, sitting on the couch, in a bed, wherever!

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Loki said it first, but it took a while. You were going to say it first but you were afraid that he would take it the wrong way or reject you, you knew him and you didn't want to rush things. But Loki confessed his feelings when he was sure that you were in danger and he didn't want to lose you, only then did he realize how in love he was.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh ho ho, Loki is definitely one to get jealous. He trusts you of course but he dislikes people who come towards you with clear flirting intentions and although he knows that you can handle yourself, Loki sometimes approaches them and threatens them. Sometimes he goes a little overboard and that's when you'll have to stop him, he could kill for you, literally. So when he is jealous he will be quite touchy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loki's kisses are passionate and tender. He will kiss you sweetly but only when you are alone. He likes to kiss your hands, especially your knuckles, on your forehead, on your neck. He can even go further and kiss the inside of your thighs when they are in the mood. Loki likes kisses on his back and his jaw going down to his shoulders.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

It depends, if they are your children, he will be the most loving and protective father of the nine kingdoms. Now if, on the other hand, they are children he don't know, he will probably feel irritated and impatient.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Loki likes to hug you from the back and pull you towards him when you are sleeping, sometimes your head is against his chest but you are always next to his arms so when you get up he draws you towards him again, showering you with kisses on your hair until you insist that you have to get up

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes he usually has nightmares and wakes up scared in the middle of the night but you are always there to calm him down by resting his head against your chest so he can feel your heartbeat, and then he falls asleep like a baby with you caressing his hair.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As I said before, Loki will always be distrustful of new people so it is likely that at first he will close himself off and hide secrets from you or whatever, you have to be patient and know how to listen to him and understand him only then he can break that cold shell and show his true colors. colors

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Loki is quite angry and impatient, but it also depends on who. He rarely gets too angry or yells at you. He is afraid of saying something hurtful to you and that you will not appear in his life again, so when faced with an argument he will try to calm down and simply clench his teeth or frown.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Loki is a great listener and really pays attention to you because he cares so it's easy for him to remember things you like (or don't like). Sometimes he will surprise you by giving you something that you really wanted and that you had mentioned inadvertently, but he remembered it (or wrote it down somewhere). Above all, he remembers the deep conversations where they talk about their feelings.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When Loki confessed to you that he was the son of a frost giant and opened up to you. He will never forget your attentive eyes on his face and your hands holding his, nodding with a worried gesture. The way you paid attention to him, listened to him, and cared about his well-being touched him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Loki protects you with his life itself. It's like a lioness protecting her baby with claws and teeth. He would rather die than see you hurt. He always has his daggers ready and will always put himself in front of you to avoid any danger. The phrase: "if you touch a single hair on her head, yours will be on the ground next" is from Loki. As for being protected, the truth is that he can defend himself, he doesn't like the idea of you protecting him so much and not because he thinks you are weak but because he doesn't want to put you in danger, but every time you offer to fight at his side is proud of you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I think Loki is quite prone to buying you expensive things, he has been raised surrounded by opulence and highliness. Although it is likely that he forgets some special dates and not because he does not pay attention to you but because all those Midgardian things seem banal to him, why do you need a special day to show love if he can show it to you every day? (and it does). But Loki will make every effort to remember your anniversary and believe me, he will organize something elegant and romantic.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

HAHAH LOKI IS SUCH A DIVA, no but he seriously cares about his appearance. He is always well groomed with his hair back falling over his shoulders. The only time he doesn't pay as much attention to how he looks is when he's fighting or when a fight ends and his uniform is destroyed.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

YES, Loki couldn't live without you, you are the best thing that has happened to him, the only friend he has, the only one who loves him unconditionally for who he is and listens to him without judging. Without you his life feels empty as if something was missing, you are his anchor, his lighthouse that guides him, he does not want to lose that light that you are for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Since he loves to make mischief, sometimes he asks for your help, especially if it is to prank his brother Thor. He usually makes pranks on you too but they are not bad or hurtful.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He hates prejudiced people who only see him as a monster and don't bother trying to get to know him better.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Loki has a hard time falling asleep because of his nightmares, but he feels better if you are by his side holding his hand or hugging him. If not, he will probably fall asleep very late.

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river13245 · 6 months

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Why couldn't it be me (pt 2)

Warnings: cheating, crying, Platonic Love, Peter being an ass. Ned being a sweet best friend and Loki being there in the end.

Marvel Masterlist / Peter Parker Masterlist

Pt 1 Pt 3 Pt 4

The past few months had been rough, you had yet to break up with Peter even when Loki and Ned were both telling you that you should. That its the best idea, even when you knew they were right you couldn't do it. Even when Peter kept cancelling plans with you, no matter how many times you rescheduled.

Speaking of rescheduling and plans being canceled, Peter had finally made a date. He had promised to make it, and you foolishly believed him. Which is why you had been sitting in the same seat in this restaurant for the past hour. In his favorite suit of yours.

You chose the suit he loved because you thought maybe if you did then he would choose you. Maybe he would see you and start being a better boyfriend. However you began to give up with him not showing up at all. The final straw was when the waitress came around for the fifth time asking if you were okay. You politely told her everything was okay before she walked off

Tears were beginning to form in your eyes as you decided to call Peter only for it to go straight to voicemail. Standing up you pay for your meal and leave a generous tip to the waitress for her patience before you leave the building.

Once you were a good distance away from all the people you let your tears fall. Fighting through tears you find your way to the curb and sit down. Pulling your phone back out you find Ned's phone number and press on his name only for it to ring twice before its answered "y/n what's wrong? didn't you have a date tonight?"

A sob escapes your thought as you try to speak which causes Ned to speak as you hear keys in the background. "crap alright . Hey just stay on the phone with me, Ill be right there okay? Breathe in and out" He made sure to keep talking the whole time as he drove to you.

When he got there he seen you sitting on the curb and instantly got out and sat beside you wrapping his arm around you. The both of you sit in silence for a little while until you speak up "I think I want to go find him. I want to talk and hopefully resolve things and get an explanation. And I'm not going to get that unless I go to him"

"alright I'm coming with you" Ned said as if its the most normal thing in the world. He was a friend you could count on. One that would do crazy shit with you just so you didn't do it alone. Giving him a small smile you both walk to his car and get in.

As he drives he turns up the radio only for the song playing to be a song you and him both enjoy. So you both are singing along to the radio and you can feel the nerves rolling off of you for just a few minutes.

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Once you park in front of Peters home you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes. "its now or never right?" Ned nods and rests his hand on your shoulder "ill walk you up there. You don't got to do this alone" You smile and nod "Thank you Ned"

You both get out of his car and go up to Peters door, You are about to knock when you hear laughter. It doesn't sound like Peters laughter its more high pitched and giggly. At the sound of this you almost just turn your back and leave when Ned gives you a look and you sigh before bringing your hand to the door and knocking.

About a minute of two goes by and the door opens revealing your boyfriend. However his hair is messed up and he is missing a piece of clothing. Like his shirt. He freezes like a deer in headlights. "y/n. Ned. What are you doing here?"

His voice sounds so genuine like he is actually confused and forgot about the plans that HE made. You scoff as you feel your chest tighten. "what do you mean what are we doing here? You had planed a date after weeks of cancelling. Just for you to not show up" You take a breath to calm yourself "i waited an hour and twenty minutes. I probably looked like a loser"

Peters eyes go wide and he looks at Ned hoping his "best friend" would back him up. "come on dude, you know how forgetful I get. I forgot that it was today, please believe me" He looks back at you, while Ned just shakes his head. "Peter you really screwed up. Both your friendship and your relationship"

Peter looks back at you but you look through him and see Mj standing there and that's when you walk inside and see the date the two of them were having. There was a movie playing, with snacks, blankets and pillows laid out everywhere. It looked a lot like the ones you two used to have when he made time for you.

Mj looks over at you and she looks sad. "y/n I didn't know you two were still together. He told me that the both of you had ended things a while ago. I would have never done this to you knowingly. I would have just been friends with him and nothing more"

Tears form your eyes because you know she is being truthful because there was a time when you and her had been close friends. This caused it to hurt worse, especially when you knew you couldn't hate her because she truly didn't know.

Peter walks over to you and tries to grab onto your shoulders but you move away slightly causing his hands to land on your upper arms. The tears beginning to fall down your face now as you struggle to look at him. "you said you forgot about our date tonight. The one you kept cancelling. Now I see why you couldn't ever make it" You look over at MJ

"y/n I don't know what keeps happening, I just couldn't stop and i couldn't split my time" His excuse was such a bad one that it causes you to pull away from him. His hands falling from you. "why couldn't you just love me" You ask as you meet his eyes.

What you are met with is silence, the kind of silence that makes it painfully known what he is going to say. "I don't know why I cant love you anymore. Even when I know you loved me and did everything for me..I just couldn't feel anything for you. I'm so sorry"

You nod and close your eyes while taking a deep breath. "how long" came your voice in such a quiet sad tone that had Ned walking just a little closer to you.

"what?" Peter asks

"how long have you felt this way Peter Parker" Your voice had been holding strong until he says the next words. "A year"

"oh" was the only sound you make as you look at the wall and away from him. Not being able to look at him you nod "thank you for telling me. I should go."

Ned grabs onto your hand and squeezes it softly making sure your still with him. He does this because he knows how much physical touch helps you sometimes. whether it be romantic or platonic. Ned turns to look at Peter "don't expect me to be coming around anymore. You screwed up so bad. "goodbye Parker"

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Walking inside of your home your whole body seems to just droop as if carrying your weight is too much to bare right now. Ned gets worried when you haven't talked since Peters place. You are silent as you grab yourself a snack and get one for Ned too. If there is one thing about you its that you always took care of everyone even if you weren't feeling so great yourself. But now he wanted to take time to take care of you.

Ned walks up to you and pulls you into his arms and holds you close to him. Your head rests on his shoulder as you take a deep breath. Refusing to cry so instead you talk to him "I'm so sorry he did this to us. You were his best friend." Ned almost scoffs at how you are still worried about his own feelings and now your own.

He runs his hands up and down your back comfortingly. He notices how you aren't allowing yourself to fully fall apart and feel all the emotions you need to let out but he doesn't want to push you. "I know but what he did to you is unforgivable. I never thought he would be the type to do this"

You shrug "i guess everyone is capable." Ned holds you for a little bit longer before he walks you over to the couch and lays you down onto a pillow. As you close your eyes you speak "you can stay over if you want. Take the extra bedroom." he nods and tells you a goodnight and closes the door.

From the softness of the pillow and the headache forming against your temples you fall asleep rather quickly. Ned however pulls out his phone and texts Loki. Loki would rather people text than call him so he made sure never to call him. The only reason Ned had his number was because how close the two of you were and he also knew of the gods feelings towards you.

When Ned sends the text Loki is quick to look at it and instantly teleports there. As he stands in the middle of the living room he sees you laid down with no blanket and so he conjures up a green blanket of his he knows is your favorite and sits down while covering you up.

As they did this you end up waking up. "loki?" They nod and say in a soft voice knowing you wont remember waking up in the morning. "yes darling im here. Get comfortable and sleep, ill be here when you wake" you give him a soft smile and plave your head on their lap and instantly fall asleep under the blanket

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When morning comes Ned walks down and sees Loki running his hands through your hair while you sleep. He smiles to himself as he tells a Loki a quiet goodbye and walks out of the house leaving the two of you there.

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