#mcu jotuns

[silverpens-jotun-blog]

i have a lot of thoughts about this behind-the-scenes video ( https://www.tumblr.com/silverpens-jotun-blog/758064211737886720 ), but here’s one thing that really stood out:

this was a super exciting line for me. i had assumed that jotun armor pieces were a greenish-looking gold, but jade makes much more sense and i like it much better. with how much gold you see in asgard, jotuns wearing jade instead distinguishes them from asgardians and gives them more of their own culture. (an effect that kinda falls apart when you and seemingly everyone else are under the impression that it’s gold, but oh well.)

[vbecker10]

Omg, could you please do a Loki story where Jotuns are basically space penguins, so now Loki has a crush on you and is frantically and meticulously looking for the perfect pebble to give you while Thor just watches and laughs.

The Pebble and the Frost Giant

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: Loki is trying to deny his feelings for you so he doesn't ruin your friendship but when he passes an area filled with pebbles and small rocks, he's unable to resist the urge to bring one back for you and tell you he loves you.

A/N: OMG! This is the cutest ask ever, I literally had to write it the second I got it. Most of the time it takes a week or so for me to get an idea from an ask but this one was pretty instant. Thank you so much for sending this, I really hope you like it! 💚

Also, I absolutely love the movie The Pebble and the Penguin! If anyone hasn't seen it, you should! 🐧

"Come on brother," Thor pats Loki on the knee and the younger prince looks up from his book in annoyance.

"I'm not going," Loki resumes reading as if Thor isn't there.

The older Asgardian sighs, "We've got at least an hour until the jet takes off. Let's go down by the water."

"I'm perfectly fine here," he licks his finger before flipping the page. Thor grins and pulls the book from his brother's grasp. "Give it back you oaf!"

"Just twenty minutes," Thor holds the book over his head.

"This trick worked much better when we were children and you towered over me," the younger prince easily reaches up to grip the book.

Before Loki can pull it free from his brother's grasp, Thor yanks it back and tosses it to the ground at their feet. "This is uncalled for," Loki bends to pick up the book but suddenly falls back, landing hard on the jet floor with a grunt.

"Is there a problem?" Thor asks with a smirk.

"No," Loki looks down at Mjolnir as it rests on top of his book. He stands, flicking his hand to produce a second book from his pocket dimension in a haze of green smoke. "I'll just read this-"

Thor chuckles as he pulls the book free from Loki a second time.

"Seriously?" The God of Mischief asks with a defeated sigh.

"Twenty minutes on the beach and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night," Thor offers.

"For the rest of the week," Loki counters.

"Fine," the God of Thunder agrees and Loki's second book vanishes as the two brothers step out of the jet.

Thor and Loki walk down by the water in silence, the older Asgardian's eyes drift up towards the clouds floating by while Loki scans the beach in boredom. He looks down to check his watch when he's suddenly distracted by a small pile of tide polished stones ahead of him. Without thinking, he leaves his brother's side and begins walking towards them.

"Where are you going?" Thor asks but Loki doesn't answer. He's too focused on the scattered rocks in front of him.

He kneels down, picking up a stone from the top of the pile, looking at it closely then tossing it to the side. "No," Loki mumbles to himself as he picks up a second then a third rock. "No," he shakes his head as he examines each for a few seconds.

"Loki," Thor comes closer, standing over his younger brother as he discards a handful of stones. Without a word, Loki gets up and moves to a nearby pile. "Okay seriously, what are you doing?"

"None of these are good," Loki answers, dusting his sand covered hands on his pants.

"They're rocks," Thor chuckles, amused by his brother's sudden obsession.

"Yes but there has to be one here that's good enough," Loki says. "Not just good, no, it needs to be perfect," he adds in a quieter tone.

"You're not making any sense," he follows the younger prince to yet another pile. "Perfect for what?"

"For who," Loki responds vaguely.

Thor thinks as he follows his brother along the beach, trying figure out who Loki is referring to. To say he has few friends is an understatement, there's really only one person who even comes to mind. "Do you mean Y/N?" Thor asks.

Loki nods, his attention stolen away by an almost perfect stone. Almost isn't good enough though, he thinks as he tosses it towards the water in frustration.

"Why do you need to find one for Y/N?" Thor asks as Loki sits on the sand and picks up a handful of rocks, throwing each away one at a time. "Does she collect rocks? I've heard some Midgardians do that. I wonder if that's more interesting than collecting stamps like Jane does?"

Loki doesn't answer this time, too lost in what he's doing, what he needs to do. I have to find it, he thinks. I don't have time for Thor and his ridiculous line of questions. It doesn't matter if he understands why, Norns I don't even understand why but that doesn't matter now. All that matters is finding Y/N the perfect stone. It can't be too big or too small, the size of her palm should work. It can't be broken, no cracked edges or holes, that won't do either. It needs to be perfect because- his frantic thoughts are cut off by his brother shouting.

"Norns! I know what you're doing," he stands over his brother who shifts to stay out of his shadow.

"I doubt that," Loki says without looking up from the stones in his hand. Because I don't know what I'm doing, he thinks.

"You're in love with Y/N," the older god announces when Loki gets up again to continue down the beach.

"Don't be absurd," Loki denies the truth he hides from everyone including you as he kneels down and begins the process of picking up each stone in the new pile one at a time.

"You are!" Thor laughs excitedly. "This is a Jotun thing."

"What Jotun thing?" Loki looks up at his brother.

"I know this! I read about it when we were younger," Thor says then sighs as he thinks. "I can't remember the technical term for it but when Jotun men are in love, they bring their potential partner a stone as like a proposal."

"What?" Loki asks as he sits in the sand and looks up at his brother. He had never heard of this tradition before now but he also knows very little about his Jotun heritage. When he was a child, frost giants scared him terribly so he never studied them. Now that he knows the truth, he is almost too afraid to learn what horrid tales about them were accurate and which were only made up stories.

"Penguins on Midgard do it too," Thor continues excitedly as he remembers what he read centuries ago. "Ahh! Pebbling, that's what they call it. You're pebbling, you can't help it, it's like an instinct Jotun's have."

"That's ridiculous Thor. I'm not pebbling, or whatever you want to call it, because I'm not in love with-" Loki tries to argue with his brother but the words die as he finally finds it. The perfect stone for the most perfect woman on Midgard, Loki thinks as he turns it over in his hand. Norns help me, my brother is right and I'm not sure I'll be able to hide my feelings for her any longer.

Loki opens your office door after knocking and you get up from your desk as soon as he steps inside. "Hi," you greet him happily, meeting him in the middle of the room. "Welcome back."

"Thank you," he smiles when you wrap your arms around him. "I'm glad to be back," Loki says but what he really means is that he's glad to be back with you.

You rest your head on his chest and his hands settle on your back, holding you tightly to him. You could stay in his arms forever and sometimes you think Loki might let you. He doesn't let go first, he never does.

"You know you spoil me with these hugs," you tell him and he chuckles. "You're going to make me think I'm special cause I'm the only person that gets them."

He rubs your back lightly with one hand, "You are special."

You blush and slowly drop your arms, taking a step away from him. You don't want to let go but if he keeps talking like that, you're afraid you'll do something stupid like kiss him.

Loki's heart pounds in his chest when he catches a glimpse of your blush despite your best efforts to hide it. "I have something for you," he says, clearing his throat.

"You do? You didn't have to do that," you tell him as a smile spreads across your face. You can't help but feel excited by the idea that Loki thought of you while he was away. He never brought anything back for you before.

"It's nothing big," he says with a shrug, "It's actually probably stupid." This was a bad idea, he thinks. How could I possibly think she would accept a silly rock and suddenly be mine? I never should have listened to my idiot brother. Loki puts his hand in his coat pocket, running his thumb over the flat edge anxiously.

"I'm sure it's not stupid," you tell him, putting your hand on his arm. "What is it?"

He sighs and you can tell he's nervous which you find both adorable and interesting. You've never seen him act so unsure of himself and it really makes you want to hug him again.

He pulls a palm sized flat stone out of his pocket. It's perfectly circular and a pale gray with a hint of a blue when it catches the light. "I found it on the beach while we were waiting for the jet," he tries to steady his hand when you take it. He knows it's just a simple rock but the Jotun part of him is truly desperate for you to accept it, to accept him.

You smile and take it from him, bringing it close so you can study the smooth stone, "Loki it's so pretty."

"Really?" he asks in disbelief.

"Yeah," you nod quickly, your eyes still on the gift as you walk over to the window and turn it on the light. "Oh, look! it sparkles in the sun," you giggle.

He breaths a sigh of relief and walks over to you. "You like it?"

"I love it," you reach up and kiss the god's cheek lightly without thinking. "I'm sorry," you apologize quickly but when you look up at Loki you're completely surprised by his reaction.

His cheeks redden and he smiles. "It's quite alright," he tells you, his eyes never leaving yours.

You giggle, suddenly feeling even more nervous than you would have if Loki had seemed uncomfortable with the kiss and take a step away from him. Turning your back to him, you move to your desk but you can feel him following you, "I'm gonna keep it right here so I can see it when I miss you." You place the stone in between a photo of your friends and a mug your nephew made you.

"You miss me?" he asks.

"Yeah... when you're away on missions," you suddenly worry this conversation is going to lead to you accidentally telling your friend you love him if you don't figure out how to keep your mouth shut.

"I miss you when I'm gone too," Loki moves a bit closer to you until he's right behind you.

You turn to face him again, "Really?" You can't help but not believe him. For months you've been hoping he might care for you the way you care for him but its been so difficult to get past all of his walls.

He nods, "Always Y/N. The second the jet takes off, I start counting down the minutes until I can see you again."

Now it's your turn to blush deeply when he reaches out to take your hand. When you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, you suddenly get enough to courage to open up a bit more. "I try to plan my meetings around when I know you'll be back," you tell him. "This way I'm free to see you as soon as your home."

He chuckles and cups your cheek, "I would storm in here even if you were in a meeting with Fury just for one of your hugs."

You giggle knowing he's not lying.

"Y/N," he says, "Since we're being honest, I need to tell you one more thing." You bite your lip but the way he smiles relaxes you instantly. "I want to be more than just your friend, I want to take you on a date." I want you to be mine because I love you, he almost adds but he doesn't want to scare you away.

You're unable to form any words at first, looking up at Loki nodding which causes him to laugh a little nervously. "I'm not sure if that's a yes," he says.

"Yes!" you finally find your words but then they flow a little too freely. "I love y-" you stop and correct yourself hoping he won't notice your slip. "I would love to go out with you."

He strokes your cheek gently, moving closer to you as he puts his other hand on your lower back. "That's not what you were going to say," he smirks, the confident Loki you know returning swiftly.

You shake your head and bite your lip, suddenly losing your nerve.

"Fine, I'll go first," his lips are inches from yours. "I am hopelessly in love with you darling."

As soon as the words leave Loki's lips, you press your lips to his, closing your eyes and gripping the fabric on the back of his jacket. He kisses you back and when you finally break the kiss and chuckles, kissing your nose lightly. "Go on, say it," he smiles, holding you close.

You giggle, "I love you too, Loki."

A few weeks later, you walk with Natasha and Wanda through Central Park on the way back from lunch. You nod as you listen to Wanda complain about Tony, agreeing with her when you accidentally kick a rock on the path in front of you. You stop to take a look at it and smile.

"What are you doing?" Nat asks as you bend down for a closer look.

"I don't know, I just thought this one looked cool," you tell them.

"The rock?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah," you pick it up and turn it over in your hand. It's not very large but the rough stone is heart shaped and such a deep gray it's almost black. "I think Loki might like it."

"You two are so weird," Nat laughs.

You smile and put it in your pocket, "That's why we're such a cute couple."

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[wolfpup026]

I saw this pose reference and had to do it for them 🤭

[lokileaf]

Any and all things Jotun Loki x Reader, I love my baby blue popsicle man

Jotun Loki who stresses about your size difference.

Jotun Loki who lets you strip down and lay on him on hot summer days.

Jotun Loki who likes to take long walks in the snow with you.

Jotun Loki who keeps your drinks cold for you.

Jotun Loki who refuses to take you to Jotunheim under any circumstances.

Jotun Loki who is terrified to drop the illusion of his Asgardian form in front of you.

Jotun Loki who panics when you walk in on him in his true form.

Jotun Loki who is shocked when you don't immediately break things off with him.

Jotun Loki who answers all of your questions about Frost Giants and Jotunheim.

Jotun Loki who can't help but get hard when you run your fingers along the pattern of sensitive ridges along his body.

Jotun Loki who hesitates to get intimate in his Jotun form for fear of hurting you.

Jotun Loki who makes you get on top so you can stay in control.

Jotun Loki who likes to watch your nipples harden in response to his frigid touch.

Jotun Loki who makes pretty frost patterns on your bedroom window for you to wake up to.

Jotun Loki who makes you popsicles out of whatever liquid you want.

Jotun Loki who likes to feel your warm mouth on his cold fingers.

Jotun Loki who is endlessly impressed by how well you take his massive size.

Jotun Loki who likes to dress you in wintery blues and purples.

Jotun Loki who starts to get over his fear of your size difference and finally starts to let himself enjoy your intimate moments together.

Jotun Loki who can't fight the urge to pick up rocks and pebbles he thinks you would like.

Jotun Loki who is extra protective and possessive over you in his Frost Giant form.

Jotun Loki who damn near sobs when you tell him that you still love him regardless of the physical form he takes.

[mischiefmaker615]

Best Friend Out There!

[fla-t-line]

[lokiinmediasideblog]

TIL Loki's biological mom was shown in Loki series concept art

[gloriousburden]

Wait I don’t know if anyone’s talked about this before, but in Jotun Loki fics, people always have the reader touch him while he’s in that form which sort of… never made sense to me.

Considering the fact that he’d be reverted to his Jotun form, wouldn’t anyone who touched him began to freeze? Hence why (perhaps one of the reasons) Loki in Thor 1 was so apprehensive about grabbing Odin’s hand, with the hand the Jotun grabbed him by and reverted him with in Jotunheim?

I… don’t think you’d be able to touch him. And he wouldn’t just be cold to the touch. Loki is ALREADY quite cold to the touch canonically (right bottom corner shown in the picture above), so in his Jotun form… he’d be freezing.

Anyone please correct me if I’m wrong, though. Was just wondering because I always had the sort of idea that if you touched Loki while he was reverted to his Jotun form, that it would be dangerous. Just like touching any other Jotun.

Which is one of the reasons he was probably afraid to grab Odin’s hand. Not only at the thought of himself being a “monster” and untouchable in that sense, but also literally being untouchable because it wasn’t necessarily safe and he was hyper conscious of it, even if he had already been reverted back.

I get people excuse things for the sake of Fanfic, but I actually don’t think I’ve seen people talk about this before. So I don’t know if it’s just them excusing it, or a fandom-wide misconception.

May reword this later. Probably sounds a bit stupid and might be straight up incorrect in some areas because I just woke up.

[textsfromthetva]

Loki + tumblr [211/?]

[sacredfixation]

Loki and the Deeply Valid Fear of Being a Government-Issued Android Without Knowing It

Imagine living for over a thousand years, committing intergalactic crimes, then one random underpaid TVA clerk with a monotone voice suddenly introduces the possibility that, oh, by the way, what if you were secretly a robot this whole time? And Loki, who has always carried himself with the absolute certainty of a god, pauses. Like. “Wait. What if I am?”

He hears that question and immediately does a full mental diagnostic. Have I ever glitched? Ever felt oddly mechanical? Experienced an unusual fondness for oil? Maybe he’s too good at lying. Too good at surviving. What if that’s just the programming?

The TVA worker just moves on. He doesn’t elaborate. no reassurances. theres no safety net. Just the terrifying possibility that he might get instantly vaporized for something completely outside his control.

Id like to note, his hesitation isn’t even just some random existential crisis, it’s trauma-informed. This man already lived through the experience of waking up one day and realizing he wasn’t who he thought he was.

He grew up thinking he was a prince, a god, Odin’s rightful son, only to find out he was actually a stolen relic of war. A Jotun. A creature he’d been taught to hate.

He thought he knew himself before, and he was wrong. What if he’s wrong again? What if theres something else about himself thats been hidden? If he didn’t realize he was a Frost Giant, whats stopping him from not realizing he’s actually some highly advanced synthetic being?

It’s not just a funny existential gag, it’s a callback to one of the most devastating truths of Loki’s existence:

He has never really known who he is.

It’s the muscle memory of having his entire identity ripped out from under him. It’s the learned fear of asking, What am I, actually?

Because the last time he asked that question, the answer ruined him.

[cece693]

Felt not Seen

pairing: loki laufeyson x gender neutral reader tags: blind reader, you don't know loki, he likes it this way, loki feels safe and loved, technically is it lying when avoiding personal questions, fluff, reader forgives easily, doesn't follow any timeline

You can always tell when someone steps into the bookstore. The bells above the door chime, and the floorboards creak—each step as distinct as a page turning in a favorite novel. It’s your little sanctuary—dusty shelves lined with tales you might never see, but whose words you know and love by heart. And that’s how you first met him.

He walked in quietly, the shuffle of his shoes muffled and strangely elegant. Still, you heard the soft crack of the old wood, felt the subtle shift in the air currents, and caught the faint trace of sandalwood and morning frost. There was an undercurrent of tension in his measured footsteps, as though he was unsure if he was meant to be here at all.

“Hello,” you had greeted him, smiling in his direction even though you couldn’t see the details of his face. You might have been unable to see color or form, but you’d always had a knack for sensing expressions—like the surprise or curiosity that reverberates through the air. You felt it then, a light wave of something you interpreted as cautious intrigue.

He’d introduced himself as Luke. Your heart had fluttered—something about the soft lilt of his voice made you shiver, as though each syllable he spoke carried a hidden meaning. That day, he left without purchasing a single book, yet something told you he would come back.

He did.

Over the following weeks, Luke—though you began to suspect that wasn’t his real name—arrived like clockwork. Every Friday afternoon, he would step in, greet you politely, and linger among the shelves. Sometimes he would sit with you behind the counter, flipping through the pages of an old volume while you ran your fingers along your Braille copy of a classic. You’d talk of myths, of gods and kingdoms, of worlds beyond Earth and your own small shop.

You discovered that Luke had a wit as sharp as the letter opener you kept on your counter. He teased you kindly, drawing an easy laugh from your lips. He debated and challenged you, but never in a way that made you feel small. He was a whirlwind in your peaceful existence, and you loved it.

Yet beneath the warmth, you sensed an unspoken tension, a hidden secret. He evaded questions about his life with practiced ease. At first, you told yourself it was fine. Not everyone wants to share everything right away. But as the weeks turned into months, you felt the strain in his voice when he spoke about his past in vague statements. You could almost feel him turning his gaze from you to somewhere far away whenever he talked about “troubled years.”

You never pressed him. You already felt privileged that he chose to spend so much time with you, that he read your favorite passages aloud, that he asked how you navigated the city and listened, truly listened, to your answers. Someone who wanted to understand the way you experienced the world was precious indeed.

And, at some point, the gentle friendship transformed—softly, sweetly—into something more. A hand on your shoulder lingered a beat too long. His voice softened when he said your name. When you admitted you were feeling overwhelmed by the day’s chores, Luke was suddenly there, offering assistance. For a moment, you imagined him as a knight from a dusty fairytale, appearing to whisk you away from your burdens.

The first time he kissed you, it was a tentative brush of lips, loaded with so much affection you couldn’t help but shiver. One kiss became two, turned into three, and then you both lost count. You had never been so grateful to be in the darkness because there, in the hush of your bookshop, it felt like you were the only two souls in the universe. He would speak of love in half-finished sentences. “I never imagined…” or “I don’t deserve this…” Over and over, you told him you believed in him, but you didn’t know why he so firmly believed he was unworthy.

Then one evening, long after the store had closed, the door chime rang unexpectedly. You waited, confused, because Luke had just stepped out to run an errand and promised he’d be back soon. “Is that you, Luke?” you called out.

A deep voice, more resonant and powerful than Luke’s, answered, “Not quite.”

You recognized the man instantly, though not by voice—by presence. He felt like a storm; everything was bigger, more vivid. “I am Thor,” he introduced himself, warmth beneath the thunder in his tone.

“Thor,” you echoed softly, as if trying the name on your tongue.

He explained, in the gentlest way he could, that Luke had a past—one that involved Asgard, a shattered family, and near-cataclysmic deeds on Earth. Thor never once said the name “Loki,” but you realized, in that instant, that “Luke” was just a mask. And it all made sense: Loki, the fallen prince, the trickster, the one who once tried to conquer your world out of vengeance.

Thor, gentle despite his towering presence, placed a comforting hand over yours. “My sibling is no monster. They are flawed, yes, but they deserve to be seen for who they really are. You—” he paused, as if carefully choosing his words, “—you deserve the truth.”

When Loki returned, you were sitting on the shop’s old sofa, hands trembling in your lap. You heard the jingle of the door, slow footsteps, then silence as he sensed something was amiss. “Thor was here,” you said quietly, turning your face toward him even though your eyes could not meet. You tried to maintain some composure, but your voice wavered. “He told me everything.”

It was the first time you heard Loki’s breath catch so audibly. “I—” he started, searching for the right words, the usual silver-tongued trickery failing him. “I just…I couldn’t bear to lose you.” For a long, painful moment, neither of you spoke. You listened to his ragged breathing, felt the swirl of anguish radiating from him in waves. He expected you to condemn him. He expected disgust, hate, or fear.

“Why?” you whispered.

“Because I’ve done many terrible things,” Loki said, and for once, he sounded heartbreakingly earnest. “People view me as a monster—and perhaps I am. The illusions, the betrayal, the attempt to take your world…” His voice broke. “I was so tired of being alone, of being judged. You were the first person who never judged me at all.”

Your heart twisted at his words, sorrow mingling with affection. It wasn’t pity; it was the realization that so much of Loki’s life had been rooted in isolation. You reached out a trembling hand and felt his fingers entwine with yours. “If you want me to leave,” he said brokenly, “I’ll go. I wouldn’t blame you.”

But you shook your head. “No. Stay.” Your voice was gentle, insistent. “I wish you’d told me sooner, but I…I’m not going to pretend this isn’t shocking or complicated. Still, everything we shared, everything I felt…it wasn’t an illusion, was it?”

He tightened his hold on your hand, a hint of desperation there. “It was the only real thing I’ve ever had. You are the only real thing.”

Your next breath brought relief, tears burning at your eyes. Carefully, you lifted your free hand, finding the curve of his cheek. Loki leaned into your touch, as if starved for affection. You traced the lines of his face, memorizing his features by feel—the trembling of his jaw, the softness of his skin, the slight dampness on his lashes.

“I believe you, Loki,” you whispered, your voice fierce in its quiet certainty. “But please let there be no more secrets between us.”

"I promise."

Some days later, Thor returned—this time as a welcomed guest. He found you both behind the bookstore counter, Loki reading poetry aloud to you while you relaxed against his shoulder, your ear pressed to the comforting timbre of his voice. “You two look well,” Thor greeted, a gentle rumble of approval in his tone.

Loki shot him a glare that was more playful than menacing. Even if tension remained between the brothers, a fragile truce had begun. Thor nodded in your direction. “I just wanted to say that I am proud of my sibling. And of you.” He paused, his voice softening. “For seeing what others could not.”

You felt warmth bloom in your chest. So often in your life, you had been told you were at a disadvantage because of your blindness. But you had come to realize you could see people in ways most others couldn’t—beyond their surface. Beyond their illusions. Loki’s fingers curled around yours in a gesture of gratitude and silent devotion. This time, no illusions stood between you. He was himself—flawed, yearning, deeply caring. And you were there, heart open, ready to keep stepping into the unknown with him.

[mywritesaremylove]

Terms & Conditions

Loki Odinson x Stark's Daughter Smut Warning 18+

The sound of her stilettos was a warning.

A threat wrapped in red soles and patent leather. Every step down the hallway of Avengers Tower was deliberate, measured, and entirely for show. She wasn’t just Tony Stark’s daughter. She was a legal powerhouse in her own right. Stark Industries' corporate counsel. Avengers' in-house attorney. And the only woman in the building who made Loki Odinson feel utterly human when she pinned him in place with a look.

Her office door closed behind her with a soft hiss, locking automatically.

“I told you to wait until after five,” she said, not looking up.

“And I told you I don’t follow rules.” Loki’s voice was dark velvet, already behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. He was leaning against her desk like he owned it, that familiar arrogance in every line of his tall frame. Dark slacks, black button-down rolled to the elbows. The god of mischief made it all look criminally good.

“You’ll get us caught,” she murmured, setting her files down. “Pepper’s two offices down.”

Loki moved like smoke—silent, dangerous. Suddenly he was behind her, warm breath teasing her ear. “Then keep your voice down.”

His hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, palm rough against her stockings. She closed her eyes for a beat, exhaled through her nose. He always started slow, teasing, until she was grinding against his palm like she had no pride.

“Loki,” she warned.

“Yes?” That amused tone. That deadly smirk in his voice. “Should I stop?”

She didn’t answer. Just tilted her hips into his hand.

His fingers brushed the thin lace of her thong. “Already wet,” he murmured, pleased.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, Starkling. You love it when I talk.”

He pushed the thin fabric aside and ran his fingers through her slick folds, slow and deliberate. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk. She bit her bottom lip hard.

“If you get slick on my briefs again,” she said through her teeth, “you’re buying me new ones.”

He chuckled. “Gladly. I’ll pick red. Like those perfect little heels you click across the floor like a war drum.”

He dipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right. Her legs buckled slightly, and he caught her with an arm around her waist, fingers never stopping. Her soft gasp made him grin against her neck.

“You’re always so professional,” he growled. “All polished and untouchable. But in here…”

He thrust deeper, twisting his wrist, and her knees gave out. He held her up easily, lips grazing her ear.

“In here, you’re mine.”

She turned her head, lips finding his in a kiss that was all teeth and heat and hunger. His free hand gripped her jaw, holding her still as he kissed her like a punishment. She bit his lip and he moaned low in his throat.

Then she shoved him back, turned, and climbed onto the desk.

“Pants off,” she commanded, crossing her legs slowly. “Now.”

Loki arched a brow, eyes devouring her from her tousled hair to the flash of red sole she deliberately showed. “So bossy,” he said, already unbuckling his belt. “Just how I like you.”

She slid her blazer off, revealing the silk camisole beneath. Her nipples were already hard through the fabric. No bra. He groaned when he realized it.

“Desperate today, are we?”

She didn’t answer. Just spread her legs.

He stepped between them, hard and ready, the head of his cock already leaking. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to her mouth, licking her arousal off his fingers while holding his gaze.

Loki swore in Old Norse.

“Need to be quiet,” she whispered as he lined up. “You make me loud.”

He thrust in with one hard stroke.

Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. Loki’s hands gripped her hips, bruising. She was tight and wet and perfect, and the desk creaked beneath them.

“I’ll make you scream anyway,” he muttered, starting to move.

He fucked her like he didn’t care who was outside that door. Like he owned her office, her body, her moans. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, heels locked behind his back as he pounded into her again and again.

Papers scattered. A framed photo tipped. Her phone buzzed on the desk and she slapped it away.

“Faster,” she begged, voice hoarse. “Please.”

He growled, hand slipping between them to rub her clit in hard circles.

“Come for me,” he hissed. “Now.”

She shattered.

Her whole body shook, a cry catching in her throat as her climax tore through her. He followed a moment later, hips stuttering, holding her tight as he spilled inside her.

The room went silent but for the sound of their breathing.

After a moment, she pushed him back with a weak hand to the chest.

“Get cleaned up. We have a team meeting in ten.”

Loki smirked, still catching his breath. “You’re adorable when you pretend I didn’t just fuck you stupid.”

She fixed her hair in the reflection of her office window. Found her blazer. Reapplied lipstick.

Loki was pulling his shirt back on, utterly unfazed.

As he walked to the door, she said without turning around: “Lock it behind you.”

He did. Of course he did.

Because they had rules.

And even gods knew not to cross a Stark on her turf.

[mischiefmaker615]

I know we want that smutty possessive sex from Loki, but realistically mentioning his brother and previous flirtations involving him to get Loki there, is kinda fucked up 🥲

I’d never tell my partner “I couldn’t help it, your brother looked so handsome tonight” and expect my man to want to have sex. He’d be pissed and bring up cheating/looking at other people. Loki grew up I believe having to compete, yes he’d be possessive, but it would also trigger hurt that you/reader might chose Thor. Treat our Prince right my friends 😁 write what you want and I’ll support you all the way! In my writing, i find there’s different ways to get possessive sex out 👀

[janus-cadet]

We were robbed of Jötunn!Loki content. So, here is my attempt to draw him! A full card, for the God of Stories.

Still here? Wow !

It's actually my second Loki card of the kind, ah! The first one, I've done like- at least three years ago. When season 1 came out. I mean... Look at that...

"Your savior is queer" is still very nice, tho. Weirdly, I'm not too ashamed to look at this one.

[lokischickadee]

🤤🤤🤤