#please loki’s face after it happened broke me

[lokigodofmyheart]

THROUGH TIME 

Loki x Female Reader.

Summary: The history of Loki and Y/N through the time since they were 8 years old. 

Warnnings: Canon Divergence; Mean Odin; Friends to lovers; really small enemies to lovers; virgin!Loki, virgin!Reader, first kiss, loss of virginity, marriage, planned pregnancy. 

Word count: 9.455

A/N: I really like to write this one. Loki deserves his happy ending. If I forgot any warnning, please let me know. English is not my first language. You can also find this work on AO3.

Y/N and Loki had been best friends for a couple of years now. They met when her mother, a close friend of Frigga, accepted the invitation to move to Asgard and live with them. Loki and Y/N were 5 at the time ant that was 3 years ago. Now they’re 8 years old. 

Y/N had a nightmare that night and woke up scared, so she decided to go to her best friend’s room, like she usually did when she was scared. She knocked on his door, gently. Loki was laying on his bed, sobbing on his pillow, but when he heard a knock on his door, he sat up and tried to stop crying. Y/N didn’t wait for an answer, she knocked and enter his room and went straight to his bed with him. Loki looks over at her and wipes the last of his tears with the back of his hand “W-what do you want?” 

“What happened?” She asked worried seeing him cry, her nightmare long forgotten. 

“Dad hurt me...” Loki said quietly. 

Her face showed pure shock “...what?” 

Loki nods, looking down “He...he hit me.” 

Y/N hugged the little boy tightly “I’m so sorry, Loki.” He hugged her back, sobbing into her shoulders. “Do you want me to stay with you? Or maybe come to my room?” 

He looks at her, his face wet with the tears “I want to come to your room.” 

She held his hand as they got off his bed and walked to her room, Loki following her and still shaken. They went to her bed as soon as they entered Y/N’s room and Loki curls up next to her. “I’ll protect you.” She says to her friend. 

Loki smiles and closes his eyes, slowly beginning to fall asleep feeling safe with her. Y/N seeing he was peacefully, finally closed her eyes and slept too, with no more nightmares in the night. After that night, they made a habit to sleep together sometimes, but no one really mind since they were only kids. 

4 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 12 and they still sleeping close by with Y/N. They are laying on her bed, when she broke the silence. “How was your day?” Loki mumbles something about Odin being mean to him, again. “You should come train with me and Thor. Maybe that could help you relax." She smiles at him. 

Loki just nods at her. He didn’t like that much of the idea to train with Thor. Everyone thinks so highly of his brother. They talked for a few more minutes before they decided to sleep. Loki tried once to train with her and his brother, but he didn't like. So, he starts to spend more of his time in the library reading. 

3 years later

 They're 15 years old now. Loki had gotten taller than Y/N, which was normal, his voice had changed, and he looked more like a man than a boy. Y/N's body was also changing and they're both filled with hormones. Loki got better with his magic and Y/N got better with the fight skills. They still sleep sometimes together, it was a habit by now. But the hormones were starting to act on them. 

Loki was reading a book but couldn’t stop thinking of Y/N. He had thought of her a lot recently and had even caught himself fantasizing of her a lot. He tried to keep his mind on the book, but it was hard when he had been thinking about her so much. Then a knock came on the door and interrupted his thoughts. 

“Loki?” She called him. 

He put down his book and got up then walked over to the door and opened it, looking at her “Yeah?” 

“Can I come in?” She looked a little sad. 

“Uh, yeah.” he steps aside and opens the door wide enough for her to enter. Y/N follow straight to let her body fall on his bed with a groan. Loki walked and sat next to her with concern on his face “Are you okay?” 

“No.” 

“Why? What’s wrong?” Loki looked at her with genuine curiosity and concern. 

"Sif and your brother keep making fun of me because I never kissed anyone." She rolls her eyes. 

Loki thought about it for a minute before a smirk grew on his face “You haven’t kissed anyone at all?” 

"Oh, come on, not you too." Y/N says frustrated and looks away. 

He chuckles and playfully nudged her shoulder “I’m not making fun of you, I’m just surprised.” 

Y/N sighs, sitting and looking at him “Have you?” 

Loki turned slightly red “Well… no I haven’t kissed anyone…” Y/N smiles sympathetic at him. Loki was still a little red “B-but have you really never kissed anyone?” He still couldn’t believe it. In his mind Y/N had kissed loads of boys because she was so pretty. She just shakes her head at his question. 

He thinks for a second and then speaks “So let me get this right, you have never been kissed and I’ve never been kissed, right?” 

“Yeah...” She nods. 

Loki thinks for another second then looks back over at her “I have an idea…” 

“What is it?” Y/N asks curious at him. 

He takes a deep breath and then leans in towards Y/N “Just close your eyes…” She looks at him for a few seconds and then do as he asks. Loki takes a deep breath and then leans in further, so his lips meet hers. It isn’t a very long kiss and is quite short. When it is over Loki looks at her with a blush on his cheeks “So what do you think…” 

She he opens her eyes and smiles, with a blushing on her cheeks too "That was...uh, nice." 

Loki is still blushing hard and can’t pull his gaze from her “You really think so…?” 

Y/N nods "Can we...do it again?" 

He can’t contain the blush on his face and his body is practically radiate heat. His eyes are still glued to her face “Yeah definitely…” he leans back in for another kiss. She leans in too, kissing him. Loki’s mind was racing with thoughts. He never thought this would happen, especially when the person he’s kissing is Y/N. It was incredible, better than anything he had imagined in his fantasies. He holds her waist, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her. 

Loki moans softly into the kiss as the heat escalate, his body reacting to the heat between them. His hands move up her back, tangling in her hair as he deepens the kiss. He can feel himself growing hard against his pants and he breaks the kiss, gasping for air “We should stop.” 

Y/N could feel herself getting wet with just kissing Loki, but she agreed “Yeah, we should.” 

He nods, running his hand through his hair. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He knows they need to stop before things go too far “Do you want to sleep here tonight...?” 

“Sure.” She smiles while she tries to recover from that hot kiss. 

Loki smiles back, laying down in the bed and patting the space next to him for her to lay down next to him. She does it and he pulls her close to him and hugs her tightly as he closes his eyes. 

“Loki?” She called him in a whisper. 

He opens his eyes and then looks at her “Yeah?” 

"We're not gonna tell about this to anyone, right?" 

Loki nods “Yeah definitely. I mean, there’s no reason for anyone to know about it. And I doubt you’d want just anyone to know about this.” 

"Yeah. Just two friends helping each other." She says smiling. Loki nods again and looks back down, closing his eyes. Y/N does the same and they soon fell asleep. 

3 years later

Loki and Y/N were now 18. Loki’s body had changed a lot since he was younger. He was more muscular than he was back then, and his face had matured to the point where he didn’t look like a little boy, but a man. Y/N also changed in those years. She looked like a grown woman now and it she was becoming one of the best fighters on the realm. 

Loki was laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about things that were not that important. He heard a knock at his door, and he sighed, getting up to answer it. He looked at Y/N standing there for a few seconds, her beauty striking him a little bit.  “Hey, you’re just back from training?” 

"Yeah. I beat Sif's ass all the time today." She laughs getting in his room, dropping her sword closer to his door. 

He grins “Damn, that’s pretty impressive. I’m surprised she didn’t tell you off or complain about you being better than her.” 

"How said she didn't?" Y/N laughs. 

“And I assume you gave her a good comeback, like saying how you’re better than her?” Loki laughed too. 

“Something like that.” She says still laughing. “Can I use your shower? Mine’s not working.” 

Loki tilts his head in curiosity but then nods “Sure, go ahead. There’s soap right next to the shower and a towel is on the floor next to it too.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and enters his bathroom. After a few minutes, Loki heard the shower being turned off. But then Y/N appears on the door with only a towel "Can I borrow one of your shirts? I forgot to bring my clothes." 

Loki looks at her, his eyes trailing down her body. He could see the outline of her breasts through the towel and feel a familiar stirring in his pants. He nods, standing up and grabbing a shirt from his dresser “Here you go.” 

"Thanks." She smiles "Maybe one of your boxers too?"  

Loki blinks caught off guard by her request. His heart races and his breathing hitches. He hesitates for a moment but then nods slowly, grabbing a pair of boxers from his drawer. He hands them to her with clumsy fingers. “Here.” 

"Thanks." She smiles and goes to the bathroom to get changed. She exits the clean clothes she’s borrow. Loki stares at her as she walks back into the room. He can't help but notice how sexy she looks in just his shirt and boxers. His mind races with thoughts of all the things he could do to her, all the ways he could touch her. Y/N lays by his side on the bed. 

Loki glances at her with a smirk “You look cute in my shirt.” 

She chuckles "Thanks." 

He can feel her body pressing against him, and he can't help but respond. His hand finds its way to her thigh, slowly moving upward. “What are you thinking about?” 

His touch sent shivers down her body "Sif and I were talking today about...some things." 

Loki nods and then leans closer to her “What sort of things…?” 

“Personal things...” 

He thinks for a moment and then speaks softly “can you tell me…?” 

Y/N chuckles and nods "She was telling me about her first time." 

Loki’s interest is piqued, and he raises his eyebrow “and…?” 

"I don’t know, I was just...wondering about things.” Y/N looks at him, a small blush on her face “Have you...did you already...Have you ever had sex?"” 

Loki turns red and he blushes “uhm well no….” 

“Really? But you’re a prince.” She smiles. 

He shrugs and blushes even harder “well, have you…?” 

“...no.” She blushes. 

Loki turns to her and looks her in the eye “So you haven’t…ever?” 

"No. Why?" She looks at him. 

“I just thought…well, you must have had boyfriends, right...?” Loki asked. 

Y/N chuckles "I spent my free time with you, so no. I don't." 

Loki blushes more and moves a bit closer to her “So…we’re both virgins…?’ 

“Yeah.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. 

Loki smiles at her and his body heats up. He leans in closer to her, almost whispering “So…want to change that...?” 

“...what?” She whispers back to him. 

His breath hitches and he speak softly “Do…you wanna….y’know do it together?” Y/N thinks for a few seconds before she nods at him. He was her first kiss and she trusted him to be her first time too. Loki smiles gently, biting his lip ever so slightly “You sure this is what you want?” 

“I am. Are you?”  

Loki nods, his heart pounding in his chest “Yes, I am.” he leans in slowly, pressing his lips against hers. She kisses him back, remembering a when they kissed for the first time years ago. 

Feeling her lips against his, Loki groans softly into the kiss. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as their tongues slowly explore each other’s mouths. Their kiss deepens as their desire grows stronger. 

Loki’s hands wander over her body, exploring the curves that have developed over the years. Y/N’s hand also explored his body and his muscular chest through the clothes he was wearing. That made Loki let out a groan when her hands travelled his body. He breaks the kiss to press his lips against her neck, trailing soft kisses down her collarbone, making Y/N moan and her hands going down to palm him through the pants. Loki gasped at the feeling. He’s never been touched like this before by someone else and it’s driving him wild.  

He slides his hand on her body to take off the shirt she was wearing, exposing her breasts to him. Loki’s mouth goes down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth softly. Y/N’s hands worked quickly to take off his shirt too, while his hands worked to slide down her body the boxer she was wearing.  

Y/N’s hand found his cock when she opens his pants, making Loki gasp and his hips buck into her touch. He groans loudly as he feels her fingers wrapped around his throbbing length “Oh gods, Y/N... this feel so good...” She kept stroking him while he struggles to maintain control when her hands worked on him. 

She suddenly stops, smiling at him “Can you take these off? I want to try something.” 

Loki grins and quickly pull the remaining clothes off, his erection visible now making her eyes widen, thinking if he would really fit her. “What do you have in mind?” 

“Lay down.” She says. 

With a nod, Loki obey her. She starts stocking him slowly again, making him moan loudly and squirm beneath her as she kept her slow pace. “Oh, fuck...” 

“Can you guide me?” She asks with a smirk on her lips. 

Loki just nods his head when she decided to put him on her mouth. His hips jerk up off the bed ad he feels Y/N’s warm mouth on his cock, making him let out a long and low moan. Loki’s hand run though her hair, guiding her as she takes more of him. Loki’s eyes roll back into his head, unable to believe how good this feels.  

Y/N looks at him confused when he suddenly pulls her off “Did I do something wrong?” 

He shakes his head quickly and pulls her to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting himself “No, you were perfect. I just want to finish with you.” 

“Oh, okay.” She smiles. 

Loki lay her down underneath him, smiling at her as his hands moved to her folds. Y/N let out a moan just with the feelings of his hands coming close. She was never touched like that by anyone. Loki slide one finger inside her, slowly stroking her wetness and rubbing her clit with his thumb. That made her let out a louder moan. 

Feeling her inner walls clench around his finger, Loki chuckles softly. He kisses her neck and moves to her ear, nibbling gently “So wet for me...” 

“Loki...” She moans his name. 

Loki groans in response, pushing a second finger inside her slowly. He starts thrusting them in and out gently, stretching her as he leans down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth again. Feeling her body respond to his touch, Loki puck up the pace slightly, increasing both the depth and the speed of his thrust. 

“Loki, I think I’m close.” 

He quickens his pace even more “Come for me.” Seconds later she was hit by her climax, and his fingers keep stroking her, feeling her muscles relax and loosen after her orgasm. “I don’t want this to hurt you, Y/N/N. Are you ready?” 

Y/N just nods at him. Slowly, Loki lines himself up with her entrance, taking a deep breath before he starts pushing forward slowly, feeling the tightness of her entrance as he slips inside. Her face showed pain when he enters her and a few tears scape her eyes. Loki freezes seeing her tears and stops, kissing her tears away. He then keeps sliding inside her, slower than the first time and stops, kissing gently her forehead. 

“You can move.” She says after a few more seconds. 

Once he’s sure that she wasn’t in pain anymore, Loki begins to move, his thrusts slow and gentle as his hands find their way to hers where they lace their fingers together. Y/N let out a small moan, her pain turning into pleasure.  

Loki speed up his thrusts slightly as he hears her moans, watching her face for any sigh that he was going too fast or too hard. When she smiles softly at him, he returns her smile, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. After years of waiting, he finally lost his virginity with her, his best friend. 

“Loki, I’m...” 

“I know.” Was all he said before kissing her. Loki was close too. Her walls clenched around his cock as she moans his name again. Feeling her climax, Loki couldn’t help but release his seed deep inside her. He groans into the kiss, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. Panting heavily, Loki slowly pulls out of her, and he collapsed onto the bed besides her. A small smile crept onto his lips as he thought of what just happened between them “That…felt incredible…” 

Y/N nods, still trying to catch her breath “You’re sure you never done that before?” 

Loki chuckles as he wraps an arm around her and pulling her to him “I’m sure, that was honestly all new to me.” 

“Well, you were really good.” she chuckles, laying her head on his chest. 

He blushes as he rubs his hand up and down her back, a small smile on his face “Thank you…you know…I gotta say that was one of the best things I've ever done in my life…” 

“We should do it more times.” Y/N suggested. 

Loki nods “I agree, I wouldn’t mind doing this over and over again with you…” 

She smiles at him “Yeah. We’re friends, we can be a bit more intimate...” 

He smiles and rubs her back a bit “I guess that’s how we can describe it and that’s how it should stay, right? Just friends…” 

“Yeah.” She agrees. 

----- 

Y/N and Loki manage to keep that way for about 8 months. But being intimate brough them closer than they already were, making people inside the palace starts gossiping about them, how they were cute together, that they were probably together but just hiding for the public, that they’re in love. Even Thor and his friends engage with that gossip. 

Loki would notice the whispers. Some people in the castle would start joking around with him about him being ‘in love’ with her. He would jokingly brush it off with a laugh and would deny it. But he was starting to actually have feelings for her. But he could not act on them due to the fact that he remembered what she said to him about them just being friends. So, he remained silent about the situation, still only acting as just friends with her. 

Y/N knocked on Loki’s door earlier than normal. Loki was just sitting on his bed reading a book and he was quite shocked at her early arrival. He quickly put his book aside and went to the door “Hey, what’re you doing here?” 

Loki could see she was angry “Your dear brother just kicked me out of our training today.” 

He was take by surprise by her answer and he got slightly confused “W-what...? Thor kicked you out…?” 

“Yes!” she sits on his bed letting out a frustrated sigh. 

Loki was shocked and he wasn't expecting her to be this angry. He sits down next to her and thinks about this for a moment before finally asking “Why did he kick you out?” 

“Just because I was mad that they kept saying those gossips about us.” 

“Well…you shouldn’t be paying mind and listening to what people are saying, okay?” Loki says to her, trying to easy her anger. 

Y/N sighs “I know, but it’s all the damn time...” 

Loki nods, taking her hand gently “Don’t let them get to you…alright...?” 

She looks for a moment to their hands together, a small smile appearing on her face “I’ll try.” 

Loki smiled back at her and then speaks softly “Listen…about those people that gossip about us….do you think they’re right?” 

Y/N chuckles, looking at him “We both know that we’re not together.” 

He just nods, looking down before he says quietly “Right, we’re not… just friends right…?” 

Y/N noticed the way he was acting. In fact, she noticed the last time they were together too, but she said to herself she was imagining things. “You’re not happy with this, are you?” 

Loki sighs, avoiding eye contact with her “No…honestly…no I’m not happy with this…” 

She nods at him, feeling tense and fearing his next answer “Do you want to stop?” 

He looks back up at her “No…I meant…I’m unhappy with the fact that we’re just friends.” 

Y/N let out the breath she was holding, relaxing with his answer and smiling “Oh, thank the gods!” 

Loki was surprised by her reaction. He had expected her to pull away as soon as he had said his last few words “But…you…you’re not upset…?” 

“No.” She chuckles “I was thinking about that the last two times we had sex…” 

His body tenses up and he blinks in surprise, his heart pounding as he realizes what she’s said “H-hold on a sec…w-we’re you actually wanting to take this further…?" 

“Yeah, I just didn’t know how to bring this up…” 

Loki was speechless as he realized how stupid he was for not acting on those feelings earlier “But does that mean you would want to start a…. relationship with me…?" 

“If you want to.” Y/N smiles widen. 

He smiles and grabs her hand “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me right now. I’ve wanted this for so long…” She smiles at him. Loki’s heartbeat quickens as he feels her hand brush against his. He was finally with the woman he had always wanted to be with for so long. 

Years later

 Y/N and Loki were still dating. They were the favorite royal couple.  

Thor instead in them going with him to fight the frost giants. Loki had become a master of magic in thoses years and Y/N was one of the best warriors of Asgard. When Thor asked them to go with him to fight the frost giants, Loki agreed without any hesitation or question. 

As they were preparing to leave Loki walked up to Y/N. He looked at her and smirked a soft smile “Hey.’ 

“Hi.” She smiles at him. He could notice she was tense. 

"Are you ready for this?” He asked walking closer to her. 

“Yeah.” 

Loki grabs her hands and gives it a tight squeeze “Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you.” He smiles at her and pats her forearm reassuringly. 

That made her chuckle, she probably was a better fighter than he was "I'm not worried about that." 

He looks at her curiously, raising his eyebrow “Then what are you worried about?” 

"Odin said for Thor to let it pass, and yet Thor insisted. I just have a bad feeling about this..." She says at her boyfriend. 

Loki thinks about what she's said, he also was feeling a bit uneasy as well, but he wasn't going to admit that yet “Hmm... well, I think we'll be fine. I mean we're fighting frost giants, not the entire realm.” he then smirked and spoke sarcastically “Besides, are you scared?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him “Me? Never!” 

Y/N and Loki joined everyone else. In the middle of the fight, she saw one of them grabbing Loki's arm. When she run to him, he looks like he just saw a ghost. She grabbed his arm expecting to see a wound, but it had...nothing. He was fine. 

Loki’s eyes were widened, and he looked at her in shock as he slowly pulls his arm away from her. He was scared and his mind was going a mile a second as he was trying to figure out what exactly had happened. 

“You’re...not hurt.” She says looking at his arm confused. 

He blinks and looks at her, his gaze was now a bit more confused, and she could see that he was still shaken up. “I…no…I’m not….” 

They didn't have much time after that to talk. Everything happened so fast, Odin came and took them all back, banished Thor to Midgard. Y/N quickly took Loki back to her room, before Odin decided to do something with him too. 

Loki was obviously shaken up by everything that had happened. He was quiet and kept to himself whilst Y/N took him to her room and his mind was just running a mile a minute. Once they were inside her room, he spoke for the first time since everything had happened "I need to go...to see something." 

Y/N nods “Okay, I’ll go with you.” 

"No... I'll go alone. It's something I have to do on my own...I’ll be right back." Loki doesn't explain any further as he walks out of her room, leaving a confused Y/N. 

It had been already an hour after that. Loki sat silently in his room, staring at a blank wall as he tried to take all of it in. This had to be a mistake...this couldn't be right...how the hell was he a frost giant? There were so many damn questions racing through his mind right now. 

There was a knock on his door. He looked up and he opened the door, he was still processing everything, and he had almost forgotten about Y/N. “Yeah?” 

"I've been looking for you like crazy." She says entering his room. 

Loki raised an eyebrow “Looking for me? I think you’re being a little dramatic” he says casually, although his voice cracked slightly from the stress of everything that was going through his mind. 

"Me? Dramatic? You're the one who left me alone and was being mysterious and all." Y/N says. 

He was angry and confused at everything that happened with him “What the hell is your goddamn problem? It isn’t like I left you for days or something, why are you so worried?” 

“Because I care about you.” 

Loki scoffs and glares down at her, he was feeling more and more pissed off “Did you not understand me the first damn time? I just needed some time to myself, is that so goddamn hard for you to understand?” 

"Your brother have just been banished and you left gods knows where. Are you really complaining about me being worried about you?" She was not believing the way he was acting. 

He rolls his eyes and sighs, closing it for a few seconds before opening them again. “Do you think that right now I want your goddamn sympathy? No! I want to be left alone! Alone with my thoughts. Don’t you get it?” 

Y/N took a step back “Is that what you really want? To be alone?” 

“Yes! That’s what I want! Can you not take the damn hint?!” Loki yells at her, taking a step forward and clenching his fists as he did. 

“Do I annoy you that much?” She asks almost in a whisper. 

Loki glares at her “Yes! You do! You annoy the hell out of me!” He yells, he had never said something like that to her before and it really caught her off guard. 

Y/N keeps looking at him "Okay...I won't 'annoy' you anymore...or ever again" She took out the bracelet Loki had gifted her when they started dating and put on his desk, before she turns and left him alone "I'm ending this." 

That hit Loki like cold water. He was shocked when Y/N placed the bracelet that he had gifted her on the desk. But when she said that she was ‘ending this’ and then started to walk out, he quickly ran after her “Wait! Wait!” he yelled, trying desperately to get her attention. But she didn’t stop, she kept walking away, with tears on her face now. 

Loki runs up to her and grabs her wrist gently and stops her from going “Wait! Please wait! Just hear me out! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I…” Y/N just shakes her head, crying. Loki feels guilty, he didn’t really mean what he said. He was just overwhelmed and stressed out from everything. he was still trying to control his emotions “I didn’t mean it…I swear…” Loki sighs heavily as he wipes away her tears “I’m just confused right now. I’m sorry about what I said. Please don’t end this over what I said, I was just emotional. I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t end this…” 

“Why did you say it?” She asks him in a whisper, tears still running down her face. 

Loki sighs once again and doesn’t speak for a few seconds “I don’t know why I did…I was stressed out and confused. I had no idea what to do, and my emotions just exploded. So…I’m sorry…I really am…”  

Y/N tries to wipe the tears, but more came "I need you to be honest with me." 

Loki nods, still glancing away from her to the side. He then spoke quietly, as to avoid choking up or his voice faltering, he was still trying desperately not to cry “I will…” 

“Do you love me?” 

He sighs and looks back up at her “Yes…I love you so much. And I’m an idiot for just saying all those things to you without properly assessing my own emotions…” 

"What happened?" She asks softly. 

Loki pauses for a few seconds before speaking. “Well…to make a long story short, i found out about my true heritage...I’m not an Asgardian…” He could see the confusion on her face “I’m a…frost giant.”  

Y/N’s eyes widen in shock for a second before she looks down at her feet. A few seconds passed, in a silence that was making Loki more anxious than ever. “I don’t care.” She finally says. 

He was a bit surprised that Y/N didn’t take the news horribly. He was waiting for her to call him a monster, say she never want to see him again...but she was actually alright with him being a frost giant. “You’re just…fine with this? Most people would be terrified of me now.” 

"Well, I'm not most people, Loki. I'm the person who stays with the little boy who cried when his father was mean. I'm the person who was always by your side. I’m the person who loves you.” 

Loki was stunned, hearing her say that made his heart melt and some tears fall off his eyes. He never knew he was going to find someone like her. “Thank you...thank you for being here for me..." Loki couldn't help himself, he pulled her close and kissed her. Y/N smiles into the kiss, not expecting it at all. She wraps her arms around him, embracing the kiss. She felt comfortable in his arms once again and she felt happy.  

"Don't you ever say anything like that to me again. Or I swear I will break things up for good."  

Loki couldn’t help but smile when she said that. She wasn’t leaving him after all, and she still loved him. So, he nodded and spoke softly “I won’t. I promise…” Y/N had tried her best to keep Loki sane after all of these events, but he was too angry. After the events that succeed, Y/N had cried a lot when Thor told her he had die in the Bifrost.  

But then, imagine her surprise when Thor came telling her that Loki was on Midgard, trying to dominate the planet with an army. Y/N was in shock when she heard that. She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. On one hand, she was happy to hear that he was still alive but on the other, she wasn’t excited about him being on Midgard. The thought of him trying to take over the planet worried her. 

Thor took her there with him, thinking that maybe she could get him to stop if the moment came. She hadn't seen him until the final fight in the Stark tower, when she walked to him with her armor and her sword in hand, like Thor had requested her. Loki had his back to her "Loki?" 

Loki heard his name being called but he continued to gaze out at the destruction behind him that he had left in his path. He didn’t turn to face her, and his voice had a hint of a cold indifference in it “…what do you want?” 

She looks at the image in front of him "That's not you." 

He continued to stare out into the destruction and chaos he had left. He knew she was right. He wasn’t himself, he was a completely different version now. One that was angry, manipulative, cunning and cold “I’m fine. I don’t see what the big deal is…” 

Y/N walked closer to him, putting her sword on the ground and using that hand to hold his shoulder “Loki...” His cold gaze finally turned to face her, though his expression remained the same, unchanging and uncaring. When she put her hand on his shoulder, he immediately flinched a little bit because of the sudden touch. “That’s not you.” She said again. 

Loki didn’t say anything for a few seconds. He was silent, his face gave away little to no emotion “I’m no longer the person I was before…I’ve changed…and I’ve learned much…and I’ve become so much more…” 

She reached for his face slowly, and Loki was caught a bit off guard when she put her hand on his face, but he didn’t flinch or move his face away from her. He noticed that she was still wearing the bracelet he gifted her as well.  

"Give up this madness dream. Come home with me." She says softly, her hand caressing his face. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds as he stared at her. Then he finally spoke, his voice now had a slight hint of anger in it “I *will* have my revenge. Nothing...no one will stop me…” 

"Please, Loki. I know the man I love is still in there." She says with tears on her eyes. She didn’t know if she would be able to fight him if it was necessary. 

His anger immediately disappeared when she started to cry. Seeing her tears only reminded him of all of the times she had stood by him, through thick and thin. She was always there for him, he couldn’t just abandon her again. So, he pulled her close and hugged her tightly, still not saying anything and just simply holding her close. 

Y/N return his hug "I know something must happen to you...but please, stop it." 

Loki continues to hug her and just holds her close for a few seconds. He didn’t want her to know his traumatic past, at least not yet. So instead, he spoke softly “You’re right…something did happen…I can’t tell you…” 

"It's okay. Just stop this attack and come home...I'll protect you."  

Loki was now on the verge of crying when she said that. But she had told him she would protect him, and he was so desperate for that right now. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. So, he spoke softly “Please…I need you.” 

He stopped the attack and end up fighting alongside the Avengers. Thor, Loki and Y/N went back home. Y/N and Thor talked with Odin and convinced him that Loki help them in the end, so he wouldn’t send him to a cell. 

Loki was now back at Asgard, where everything slowly became normal once again. However, he was still slightly traumatized by what had happened and was still suffering from the PTSD that he had acquired after the torture. The two of them were still together and he felt relieved that he didn’t lose her. Loki struggled a lot with his nightmares, which were getting worse every night. Whenever they hit, he would wake up in a cold sweat, his heart beating out his chest and he would usually be crying. Y/N would be next to him every time, holding him gently and speaking softly, trying to comfort him when he woke up. He felt very weak and helpless during these moments, and he was glad he had her with him. 

That night Loki also woke up with his nightmares, running to the bathroom to throw up. Loki was already on his knees, hugging the toilet and throwing up, his tears streaming down his face. Any second now he would begin hyperventilating, as was typical for how these nightmares would usually go for him. Y/N woke up and walked to the bathroom, holding his hair back. He immediately calmed down a bit and took a deep breath. Hearing her voice and feeling her touch made things more bearable. 

Loki was still shaking a bit when he finally finished throwing up, so Y/N hugged him tightly as they sit on the bathroom’s floor. His body was shaking almost uncontrollably, and he was trying not to hyperventilate. His breath was shaky, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to control himself. But when she hugged him, he stopped for a few seconds and then he hugged her back, burying his head into her shoulder and holding her tight. 

"You know you'll have to talk about this some time, Loki..." She says softly. 

Loki sniffled and held her a bit tighter for a few seconds before he finally spoke softly. His voice sounded choked up and shaky and he was still trying to stop himself from crying. “I know...I just...not yet.” 

“I hate to see you like that.” Y/N says while she brushes his hair away from his face. 

He nodded his head, still holding her tightly “I know…I know that I need to talk about it…it’s just…I don’t know if I can….I just…” it was clear that he didn’t know how to speak about it. He simply couldn’t bear to relive what had happened to him. 

"Do you want me to...see it?"  

Loki flinches, the prospect of her seeing his memories was terrifying for him. He didn’t want anyone to see what he had gone through, least of all someone who he loved so deeply. So, he shook his head. 

"Loki, you need to let it out. He can't hurt you anymore." 

He takes a few seconds before speaking again. He was still on the verge of tears, and he was shaking quite a bit. He understood the importance of talking about it, but he could barely even bring himself to speak about it “I know…I know that it will help…but I’m just…I’m just scared…so scared…” 

"I'm here with you." She says "I'll always be here with you." 

Loki sniffled and he hugged her back tightly. Hearing her say that she would always be there for him gave him a bit of strength, and he tightened his grip on her as if to show his appreciation and gratitude. He slowly let out a breath and his tears began to subside. “I know…I know you will be…” 

She starts brushing his hair, close to his forehead "Can I?" 

Loki was a bit hesitant at first, he wasn’t sure about her entering his mind and reliving the trauma with him. He hated the idea of possibly putting her through that…but he felt so weak and so helpless, and she offered. So, he eventually nodded.  

So she did it. She could see the memories when he let her enter. She was gently around his mind when she starts seeing the fight with Thor at the Bifrost, when he let it go. She saw all the torture he endured from the mad titan and everything that happened with him. She could feel his pain and she could understand why he was so reluctant to talk about it. It was a horrible realization but now she knew the extent of the abuse he endured while under the mercy of Thanos. 

When she came back, she was crying. Loki noticed that she was crying, and he looked up at her with a concerned expression. “A-are you okay...?” 

Y/N shook her head. "No, Loki. I'm sorry you have been through all of that." She hugs him so tightly. 

Loki was still silent for a few seconds as he simply hugged her tightly and buried his head in her shoulder again. He didn’t know quite what to say, he just wanted to forget about what had happened. Especially now when having to think back on it all. When she hugged him back, he started to squeeze her even tighter, as if seeking comfort and trying to remind himself that the pain was now gone. He didn’t want to relive it ever again. 

"You'll never go through that ever again. I'll protect you, I swear." 

Loki wanted to believe her so much. Having her to protect him was a great comfort for him and a great relief. He was so vulnerable right now, scared to ever face anything like that again. Hearing that he would never go through that again was extremely reassuring to him. He kept hugging her and didn’t want to let go. “You promise?” 

“I promise.”  

Loki was getting better after a couple of months. He still had some nightmares, but not as often as before. Thanks to Y/N being by his side, he had started to sleep a little more soundly than before. His nightmares had gone from multiple times a week to only once a week, which was an achievement in his eyes. He didn’t feel as scared to sleep anymore and he was thankful for that. Especially because he knew his girlfriend was right by his side, ready to help him out whenever he needed it. 

After six months, Loki was finally getting better. His nightmares were now happening rarely instead of occasionally. He still had them from time to time, but they were now much more manageable. He still had a lot of healing to do, but this was definitely progress. 

With each day that passed and each night that went by, Loki just continued to think about how much he loved his girlfriend. She was always by his side, and she always managed to comfort him whenever he needed it. She supported him through everything, and she understood him like no one else did. It was only natural that he started to think about marriage. He didn’t necessarily know if she thought the same, but the thought hadn’t left him for a while now. 

"What you're thinking about?" Y/N asks as she notices he was not paying attention to the book on his hands. 

Loki was still lost in thought, thinking about the prospect of marriage. He hadn’t realized that he had stopped paying attention to the book he had in his hands, as he had simply been staring blankly at it. But then she asked him a question and snapped him out of his thoughts. “Nothing…just…nothing…” 

Y/N chuckles “It doesn’t look like nothing.” 

He also chuckled a bit and then said “Okay, maybe it was something….” 

"Are you gonna tell me?" She sits closer to him. 

Loki was silent for a few seconds and then he finally spoke softly “I was just…thinking about something…about us…?” 

"Should I worry about this?" Y/N says with a playful smile. 

“Not necessarily…I was just thinking about…what if we took our relationship to the next level…you know…” 

“Like how?”  

“…like…getting married?” Loki spoke carefully and anxiously as he said this, he was wondering what her reaction would be. 

Y/N smiles softly at him* "Are you serious?" 

Loki nodded and spoke softly “Yes….I’ve been thinking about it for a while now….and I wanted to know what you think….” 

“I wouldn’t be opposite of the idea.” Loki’s heart started to beat rapidly as she said that. “Can you imagine us, married and with a mini you running around?" Loki blushed and smiled, imagining the scenario was a bit adorable.  

He could just imagine the two of them with their child, living happily ever after. Loki liked that idea…very much. It felt so innocent and so pure, something that he had wanted for so long. And there was no way he would ever let go of it, not ever. “That would be so perfect…our own little family…” 

Y/N smiled at the thought “Yeah...” 

Loki smiled back at her, and he wanted to say something else. But he still felt a bit anxious, he still felt like it wasn’t set in stone just yet “So…you’re really saying yes…? Like…definitely, yes…?” 

"I don't know...make the proposal." She chuckles. Loki smirked at her response and then thought to himself. He was definitely going to propose to her soon, that was for sure.  So he started to hatch out a plan for the perfect proposal he would want. Once he had that all figured out, the only thing that would be left was to execute it. 

Days had passed and Loki had been waiting for the right moment. And after a week of waiting, he got that perfect moment. He found her alone in her room and he knew that now was his chance to do it. 

“Hey.” Y/N smiled as he entered her room. 

“Hey…” Loki smiles back at her. He feels the rush of adrenaline as he finally has his chance. This is the moment he’s been waiting for. So, he speaks confidently as he approaches her “I want to ask you something….” 

“Sure.” 

Loki takes a deep breath and steadies his voice, trying to sound as confident and sure as he could when speaking. “You know how a few weeks ago I brought up marriage…?” She nods at him. Loki nods too and gets on one knee, making Y/N smiles. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, but he managed to keep it steady, and he spoke confidently. “I want to make you mine…completely…and I would like for you to do the same…will you marry me..?” 

“Yes, Loki. Yes!” She hugs him. 

He breathed a sigh of relief as she said yes. He was so excited and happy right now, he was over the moon. He smiled back at her and then he spoke softly. “Then…will you please take this, as a sign of my love?” Loki holds up the ring, waiting for her to accept it. 

Y/N gave him her hand so he could put the ring on her. “It’s beautiful.” 

Loki was absolutely overjoyed. It was one of the most perfect moments of his entire life. All his work in planning the proposal payed off. And seeing her accept the ring, his mother's ring, was the cherry on top. Loki was just so relieved and so happy, he was beaming with joy. "It used to be my mother's...I wanted you to have it..." 

“Thank you.” She smiles before she kisses him. 

He smiled back at her when he breaks the kiss, the entire moment was like a dream come true. He was so overjoyed that he almost couldn't keep his cool. This was the perfect moment. So he took her hand again and squeezed it softly. "I love you..." 

“I love you too.” 

A few months after, the royal wedding happened in Asgard. It was a beautiful wedding. A true fairy tale wedding. Loki and Y/N had finally married. The prince of Asgard had found true love and married his princess. Loki was happier than ever, with the woman he loved the most besides him. This was his happy ending, this was his happily ever after. 

Five months after the wedding, Y/N started not feeling well. She usually woke up throwing up. 

Loki was still asleep beside her when he suddenly woke up to the sound of her vomiting. He immediately jumped out of bed and went over to her. “A-Y/N…? 

“Hm?” She had her eyes closed as another wave of nausea hit her. 

Loki was now in distress and panic. He was getting worried as he tried to keep his cool and not let her know his real feelings yet. “A-are you okay..? You’ve been vomiting for a few days now….” He was so concerned about her at this point. 

"I don't know, maybe it's something I eat?" She felt the nausea passing and open her eyes to look at him. 

Loki still looked worried and concerned, he wasn’t quite buying her excuse. It didn’t make sense to him “But it’s been four days in a row…don’t you think that’s concerning a little?”  

"I'll see a healer later if that's makes you feel better." She smiles at him. 

He wasn’t reassured, he was still concerned about her. But he decided to not press the issue further for now “Okay…just promise me you’ll see one as soon as possible…” 

Y/N nods and later that day, she went to the healer. When she got back to their room, she had a small box in her hand. 

“What’s in that box…?” Loki was waiting for her back in the room. 

"Oh, it's a present for you." She smiles handling him the box. "Open in.” 

Loki’s nervous look remained on his face as he slowly took the box from her, not knowing what may be in there. But he then opened it and his eyes widened when he saw what was inside. His heart raced as he saw that it was a small pair of shoes. “What….are these…?” 

"I don't know, Loki. What are these?" She asks him smiling. 

“They look like…baby shoes…” Loki’s heart races as he realizes what she is implying. He didn’t even want to believe it. But then he spoke, and his tone was shaky. “Are you…”  

Loki was speechless. It was official now; he was going to be a father. He was so happy, he felt so many different emotions rushing through him right now, but the main one was pure joy. “I’m going to be a dad…?” 

"You're going to be a dad." Y/N spoke softly before she kissed her husband. 

Nine months later, Y/N gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Loki was overjoyed about it. Holding the baby boy in his arms felt like a dream come true. His life would never be the same after this, everything would be different. And it was for the better. This child would be the most important thing to him, there would be nothing that would compare to this precious baby. He kissed him on the forehead, smiling as he did so.  

Loki was the best father ever to his son. He was everything Odin never was to him. Loki made sure the child had everything he could ever want or need. He made sure his childhood would be beautiful and happy and he made sure he gave him everything he never had. He made sure to give him all the love he had to offer to his precious son. He spent a great majority of his time with him. And Y/N made sure she took good care of him as well. She made sure to teach him about love and everything he needed to know about the world. It was a beautiful sight. 

A year later, close to their son first birthday, Y/N had found out she was pregnant again. But this time, she was better prepared to make a surprise to Loki. 

He had just put the baby to sleep and came back to their room. “I have a surprise for you.” Y/N said softly. She gave him a present box. "Open in.” 

Loki open the box and just looked at the shirt in a bit of confusion. It said 'Daddy’s girl’ when they had a son. “Uh…? Did you buy this by mistake…?” Y/N shakes her head ‘no’. Loki was still quite confused. Why did she buy a ‘daddy’s girl’ shirt? They had a son, not a daughter. So, it made no sense for her to buy that. “Then why did you get it…?” 

"Because our daughter will need it." Y/N was holding back her smile seeing Loki’s confusion. 

He immediately tensed up at the word ‘daughter’ and realized what she was implying. Their daughter. She was implying that they were going to have a second child. He just couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that it was really happening. Loki was overwhelmed with emotions, and it showed on his face. His mouth dropped open as he spoke softly. “Our daughter..?” 

Y/N nods, making Loki’s heart raced and his breathing quickened as he realized the good news. His smile became so wide that he even felt his cheeks ache. He was going to be a father again? That was an overwhelming thought and he loved it. The happiness he felt was overwhelming. “We’re going to have a daughter…?” He finally asked. She nods again, a few tears escaping her eyes. 

Loki was filled with so many emotions right now that he just embraced her in a tight and loving hug. He held her close to him, smiling as he did so. Loki’s happiness was palpable at this point. He couldn’t believe that he was going to be a father again. He just couldn’t. And it was so unbelievable that he almost couldn’t accept it just yet. But as he held his wife close to him, he embraced the idea of having another child. 

They had some hard months ahead. Thor had given up the throne, so Loki was next in line to be king now. And a few more months, another baby, a beautiful and healthy baby girl, was born. Loki felt like he was on a cloud, he just couldn’t believe how his life was working out so well for him. With a gorgeous wife and two beautiful children, life couldn’t get any better. 

He was truly overjoyed and grateful. His life was filled with nothing but love and blessings. There was nothing left that he could possibly ask for now. With two beautiful children, the best wife in the world, a kingdom to rule one day. Things couldn’t be better. And as he looked down at his babygirl, he thought about all of this. He loved his life, he loved being a father and he loved his family. And this was more than just a passing thought, this was his life. His happy, fulfilling, life. 

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Cardigan

Loki Laufeyson x Fem Asgardian!Reader

WARNINGS: ANGST, Mentions of Death and Grief, Abandonment Issues, Insecurities

PREFACE: Loki and Reader have always been frenemies of sorts, constantly teasing and getting on each other's nerves, but that all changed when Loki started growing distant.

A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!

Frigga doesn't die and Loki knew he was adopted since he was a child in this A/U!

My big scary baby :,(

I've been with the Royal Family since I was merely a child. My father was one of King Odin's guards, so I'd spent nearly my whole life within the palace's walls, becoming one of Queen Frigga's handmaidens.

Thor and I got along great...it was his brother that was the issue. All I ever heard about the young prince was that he liked to cause trouble. For his family, the people of Asgard and the staff who worked to end, trying to clean up his messes.

I was more than certain it had to do with his Jotunn side, but, I withheld from making such remarks.

To say our friendship was complicated would be the understatement of the millennium. He was always so audacious, especially towards the staff, which did not exclude me.

A vivid memory I had growing up was one where Loki decided it would be a good idea to shapeshift into snake and 'surprise' me, as I was making a visit to Thor's chambers.

"Thor?", I called out into the room,

Peaking my head in.

"Your mother says it's supper time"

Being met with no response, I figured he was already on his way to the dining hall and just as I was turning to leave and head back to my quarters, I see a serpent hastily slithering towards me.

I let out a blood-curdling scream, jumping back against the door and landing inside of Thor's room.

"Help! Someone!", I yell,

"(Y/N)?", I hear Thor's voice,

I turn back and see him, looking down at me with concern laced in his eyes. A flash of green catches my attention and when I face the front of me once more, I was met with Loki struggling to breathe from laughing so hard.

"You should've seen your face!"

"That is not funny!", I scold,

As Thor helped me onto my feet.

"Oh, lighten up, it was a harmless joke"

"Harmless? My heart nearly gave out!"

He scoffs, before exiting the room.

Let's just say that wasn't the first nor the last of his practical jokes, so at some point, I've just grown accustomed to the mischief. You can only be poked at so many times, before you've grown immune to the constant teasing.

But despite everything and him being the snarky son of a bitch that he was...I still found myself falling for him.

I remember the night that it happened.

I was just nineteen, when my father died protecting Odin. It took place on one of his missions, when an ambush broke out and he was pierced through the heart by someone after the king.

I was sitting in my room, stitching up one of Thor's capes, when my best friend walked.

"(Y/N)", the fellow handmaiden called out into my room,

"Yes?"

That's when I noticed the worry in her eye.

"What is it?", I questioned,

Standing up from the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry", her voice gives out,

"You're scaring me", I warned.

It took her a moment to get the words out, but when she did, I felt my stomach drop to my feet.

"It's your father...he's dead"

Nothing felt real in that moment. I was more than convinced that I was just simply having nightmare.

"What?"

"There was an ambush during one of King Odin's expeditions and he took a sword through the heart", she wept.

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No"

"(Y/N)-", she says,

Taking steps towards me.

"No, you're lying"

She attempts to hold me, as I was repeatedly trying to pull away.

"You're lying!"

"(Y/N), please", she sobbed,

"YOU'RE LYING!"

Finally, she was able to pull my defeated frame into her arms, trying her hardest to soothe me.

"You're lying", I cried against her shoulder,

"Papa"

That was all I could do in that moment. Repeatedly call out to him, knowing there would be no answer.

I was so devasted by his loss. I locked myself away for days, not being able to sleep or eat. Whenever someone would try to check in on me, they were simply met with my voice through the door telling them I was fine.

Thor, being my best friend, organized a private funeral to honor his last selfless act.

So, there I stood before his casket, with tears streaming down my face, as I wished it had been me who took that blade instead.

"He was a noble man, (Y/N)", Thor said,

Placing a careful hand on my shoulder.

"This isn't fair", I whispered,

"I know"

"Of all people, why him? He was good. He's only ever been good", I struggled against my tears.

No longer being able to hold my composure, I walk out of the room and collapse onto the floor, gathering the remainder of my strength to sit up against the wall, before burying my face in my knees.

I'd never felt so crushed. Like, the rug had been ripped away from beneath my feet, sending me crashing onto the cold hard ground face first.

A moment of quiet passes, when I hear the door's handle click open.

"Thor, please leave me alone", I pleaded,

"It's not Thor"

I look up and see Loki, standing before me.

"Sorry to disappoint"

I sigh.

"If you're here to pick on me, now isn't exactly the best time", my coarse voice warned,

As I turned away. Just as I thought he would take the hint and leave me be, he joins me on the floor.

"I'm not going to. Not on a day like this", he reassured,

Placing a hand atop mine.

"He truly was a good man"

I nod, still unable to look him in the face.

"Yeah. He really was", I agreed,

Tearing up once more.

"I am aware of the fact that we do not always see eye to eye, but...I'm here to listen. Whether it's you crying or spilling your heart out, I will be there. Believe it or not, I do care about you"

"You don't have to-"

"I do"

I look back at him, confused.

"You and your father have always been so good to my family, even if it meant putting yourselves in harm's way"

"So this is what this is? A pity talk?"

"What? No-"

"If you're doing this because you feel bad for me, then don't"

He sighs to himself, before continuing to speak.

"I am here because you've turned everyone away and try as you might, it won't work on me. I've known you long enough to know that isolating yourself will only make things worse for you in the end"

I was speechless. I'd never seen him so sincere or honest. It was almost chilling.

"I'm not going anywhere", he promised,

Intertwining our fingers. That was the first time I'd felt something other exasperation for the prince. I felt...safe. Like, for the first time in what felt like my entire life, I was finally being seen.

Too tired to argue, I lay my head against his shoulder, whilst closing my eyes.

Since that day, our relationship had mellowed out and we could actually communicate without biting the other's head off. I actually grew to enjoy his company more and more as the days went on, but with the enjoyment, came the worry.

I was falling for him and I knew it.

What worried me wasn't the act of actually falling, more so the certain rejection I would face, if my true feelings were to ever surface past the bounds of my mind.

Despite that, he and I would eventually become the best of friends. Sneaking out past curfew to drink till the sun came up, whilst he talked about the adventures he and Thor would go on.

"It's true!", he defended,

As I let out a loud cackle.

"Oh, you and your brother are something else", I reply,

After catching my breath.

"Well, what can I say? I'm quite fun"

"I'm sure"

I turn to face him and he was already staring at me, with a soft smile. I shoot him a confused look, taking a sip from my cup.

"What?"

"Nothing", he shakes his head.

I couldn't help but blush at his gaze.

Seemingly, out of the blue, Loki had begun distancing himself from me. He would no longer meet me at midnight or even make his usual sarcastic remarks at me.

"Loki, I had a question about this book I found-", I asked,

Walking up to him, when he cuts me off by slightly brushing past me.

"Ask Thor", he replied dismissively.

This would go on for the next following weeks. Him avoiding me and me endlessly wondering why. Yes, I was confused, but more than anything, I was hurt. After everything, he was back to being cold and unkind.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine"

"Loki-"

"I said I'm fine! Could you please leave? I don't have the patience for your vexing today!", he yells.

I hadn't seen him for days after that. All I could do was carry on with my duties and spend the nights crying till I was to exhausted to stay awake. Was it something I had done? Or said? What could have possibly happened to make him hate me? Too many questions left unanswered, till I could no longer bare the agony.

If this was meant to be the end of the line for us, I was going to get that closure. No matter the hurt that awaited me at the other side of it.

I searched up and down the entire palace looking for him, but to no avail. I eventually run into Thor, but he was more nervous than usual.

"Thor, have you seen your brother?"

"No", he said,

Avoiding my gaze whilst trying to walk past me, when I block his way.

"Thor"

"(Y/N), I must go"

"What? I just need-"

"I must", he interrupts,

Finally making contact with my eyes. That's when the realization sunk in.

"Loki", I mutter under my breath.

He sighs, shapeshifting back into his usual form and brushing past me.

Being much taller than me, I chased him down the halls, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

"Loki!", I yelled after him.

But alas, my call was ignored.

"Loki, I can't keep up with you!"

"Then leave"

"Loki!"

He finally stops in his tracks and hesitantly turns back to face me.

"What?"

"You've been avoiding me for weeks", I shrug,

"And?"

"And I deserve to know why"

He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"You owe me that-"

"I owe you nothing"

His words cut deeper than he knew. Just as I was about to speak, he turns and walks away.

"I'm not done talking to you!"

"I am"

I could no longer hold back the sadness that turned into rage. I was at my limit and I wanted him to know that.

"You're a coward!"

He pauses for a moment.

"After everything, you're just gonna walk away? That's how you wanna end things?", I yell on the verge of tears.

I knew he could hear it in my voice. The pure disappointment and defeat intertwined with my words.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!", I repeated.

I see him take a deep breath, before continuing to walk.

"At least tell me why! What did I do to make you hate me?"

"I don't-", he says,

About to reach his chambers.

"Then why?!"

"Because I love you!", he finally admits.

In that exact moment, everything went quiet. It was as if the world had stopped spinning on its axis and the rest of humanity disappeared around us.

As I stood there, trying to process what I'd just heard, he began slowly making his way to me.

"That is why I've been so cold. See, despite you being a thorn in my side, I couldn't help myself from falling for you. You are beautiful, brave and smart"

I had no words. Did I hear him correctly or had I finally lost my mind?

"But what I admire most...is your heart", he said,

Gesturing to his own.

"I was a lost cause till you deemed me otherwise. You believed that I was worthy of redemption regardless of everything horrible thing I'd done. Not many did and yet that did not sway you. You found it within yourself to forgive me for all the years I'd mistreated you and I will never be able to repay you for that"

"Loki", I whisper,

"I was and still might be that monster parents tell their children about at night, which leaves me wondering how someone like me end up with a person such as yourself in my corner. I know I do not deserve you, (Y/N), but I can no longer hide my true feelings for you"

It was getting harder and harder to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill. To hear him speak so lowly of himself was utterly painful. He wasn't that monster anymore and I knew that to be true.

"Now...feel free to tell me how repulsed you are and how much you hate me, so that we may resume our regular banter, before I inevitably lose my mind over you again"

"Loki-"

"TELL ME!", he screamed,

Causing me to flinch back in shock.

"I can't do that", I said quietly,

He shakes his head, aggressively wiping a tear away.

"Because I don't hate you. I never have"

I take a few careful steps towards him, as he eyes me down.

"Yes, the things you've said to me in the past have gotten under my skin...but none of that matters anymore"

Gently cupping his face, before finally closing the gap between us. His lips were softer than I could've imagined.

It took a slight beat, but he eventually melted into my touch, as his hands held me by my waist. The kiss wasn't rushed or hasty, in fact, it was delicate and soft, like he was making up for the years he'd missed out on. Eventually, I pulled away, pouring my eyes deeply into his and pressing our foreheads together.

"I love you too", I reassured,

"You didn't give up on me...and I won’t give up on you"

[moonlight-prose]

pretty please may i request ❛i once imagined you loved me a little bit, if you’ll excuse the presumption.❜ from the &. 𝐟. 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. prompt list with loki? clawing at the walls tysm 🌷

LOVE IS A SMOKE MADE WITH A FUME OF SIGHS

a/n: i haven't written anything this angsty is so long and it felt good to finally churn out that type of fic. i miss breaking these character's hearts. so babes i hope you know that i went so fucking pretentious with this one it actually made me pick up shakespeare just to title it. (yes it's from romeo and juliet which is ironic cause it's a love between a god and a human). but anyways i hope you enjoy! and of course the gif is crimson peak. it matched the vibe.

summary: you were never meant to be apart of their world, of his home. you were a mortal amongst gods and the time for your parting had finally come.

OR the heartbreak of losing someone who is half your soul.

word count: 2k

pairing: loki x reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, heartbreak, overly pretentious prose about love and pain, mention of death, waxing poetically about losing love, not edited because we live and die by the fucking pen.

The tragedy of love has always been steeped in irony to you. After all, there was something of hilarity bound between the emotions that connected two people so deeply they’d go to war for it. Or perhaps die for it. Maybe this belief came from never understanding it—never experiencing it for yourself. But how were you supposed to know what it looked like? What it felt like, when you had no notion of it even existing in the first place.

Maybe it was a well thought out joke that pulled people in, capturing them in the depths of something so mysterious. You understood heartbreak. Knew the depravity that came from having something ripped from you without a notion of consequence. But love…that remained as mythical to you as Lancelot and Guinevere.

You could feel his eyes on you the longer you stood there, fiddling with the drink in your hand. It wasn’t often that an Asgardian invited a human to visit their land and it was a rarity when it happened with a prince. But that’s where you wound up. Standing amidst legends and myths wanting to flee at a moment's notice. And he watched in earnest, with the hope that you would turn to catch his gaze.

“Excuse me,” you said with a smile to the man beside you who had been talking about the nonsense of science for thirty minutes.

Whether or not he actually believed the words he said became an afterthought. You couldn’t stand there and pretend any longer. You didn’t want to.

Music filled the surrounding space, drowning you in the joyous leisure of having nothing to worry about. What could possibly trouble such powerful beings? Where you were nothing but a small speck in the grand scheme of things. Something trivial that would one day pass and be extinguished just as fast as you were ignited.

You saw the way they viewed you the second you crossed the threshold of the hall. How they seemed to pity you. They would go on. They would continue to carve their names in the history of the universe and you would be but a fleeting memory in their minds. The most you could hope for was to place a smile on their face for a moment before you were gone entirely.

People danced wherever you went, others laughed and boasted about their triumphs. And you could feel the air begin to press out of your lungs. As if they were slowly stripping you of everything that made your body work. You gasped, pushing open a door that led to the courtyard in the hopes that you’d make it to a secluded area before you broke down entirely.

Flames were lit to preserve the warmth. They casted a glow along the architecture of the stone walls—trees placed perfectly along the outskirts. The temptation to hide away here lingered in your chest, but you could practically feel the seconds tick by. You only had a limited amount of time before people made their way outside to view the night sky.

Any other night this would be the most romantic setting to find yourself in. Tonight however you were plagued by a pain that refused to fade.

You wiped roughly at the tears that began to fall as footsteps echoed behind you. It seemed that your time was running out faster than you expected and you’d be caught in the open with no explanation to why you were crying. Maybe if you ran you wouldn't have to deal with the questions. But then the warm glow of the fire flickered an emerald green, sparks flying into the air and you felt the energy around you shift.

“I caught you leaving.”

The smile was prominent in his tone—light enough to presume he didn’t know why you were here. Yet no matter how much he tried to conceal his emotions…you could always read him like an open book. A fact he loathed about you.

“I needed air,” you replied, clasping your hands together.

“You will find plenty out here.” Another step echoed like a shot ringing through the air and suddenly he was pressing a hand to your shoulder. The cold sensation of his touch rippled through you. It flooded your senses with more than you could process at this time.

With a sharp gasp, you pulled away. “Don’t.”

“I’m not sure I understand—”

“Loki,” you sighed, finally giving in. With another breath, you turned to face him—the glimmer of tears now unmistakable in your eyes. “What am I doing here?”

You could see the mistake the second the words left your mouth to hang in the air between you. As if this was the final reckoning of something so delicate. The question had been building for days since he brought you with him. Something to explain that maybe…this wasn’t just a frivolous one time fling that he’d forget about soon after you returned home. But nothing ever came. It seemed he was more interested in showing you off to everyone else, rather than letting you in.

“You’re here for dinner of course.” He smiled, offered you his hand, and faltered when you didn’t take it. When you stood where you were with a somber look in your eyes.

The green color flared to life beside you again, reflecting his emotions and finally giving you an insight into his mind. But it wasn’t enough.

You wanted to know how he felt. What was he too scared to tell anyone? Perhaps he might let you in on it. But Loki had always been closed off even to those he cared about and you didn’t want to be simply another person he tried to love. You needed more than empty words and flowery promises. As you watched him come up with something to say you could see it. He knew that this wasn’t enough; that you wouldn’t be wooed by parties you had no place in with people you held no interest for.

“I think it’s time for me to go home.” You bit down on the inside of your cheek to stop the tears from starting up again.

“My darling—”

“I don’t belong here Loki,” you admitted. “Everyone in there can see that I am not one of you.”

His gaze turned sharp. “One of us?”

“You know what I mean. I’m not a god.” You stood a bit straighter as if facing the oncoming battle.

“So you think because you aren’t Asgardian that we will think less of you? That I would…” He snapped his mouth shut, eyes darker than you were used to seeing them.

“No!”

“Don’t believe for a second that I brought you here under false pretenses—”

“Then why did you bring me?” you exclaimed. “Because it certainly doesn’t feel like you actually want me here. You left me alone in there! As if I was meant to be shown off for some Asgardian amusement.”

He stepped forward, crowding into your space and like the stubborn human you were…you stood your ground. His lips quirked up slightly, admiration flaring in his eyes before that too was stolen away.

“You forget. I am not Asgardian.”

You scoffed, rising up to meet him—your nose brushing so close to his that you could feel his breath against your face. “That is not who I saw in there.”

His eyes dropped to your lips. The darkness from before returning with a vigor that stole your breath away. No matter how much you wanted to remain upset, you couldn’t deny the pull that existed between you. The longing you felt in your heart. Loki released a shuddered breath as his eyes dragged back to yours and something raw clicked into place.

Cupping your cheek, he dragged you forward until his lips met yours. Loki always kissed you as if this was his last time, as if he would never know the sweet taste of oxygen without you. You were the soothing balm against his wounds that refused to close. A piece of serenity in a place that bred nothing but chaos. He dragged you closer, no longer hesitant to lick into your mouth and drag out a moan, because what else did he have to lose?

You knew the malice that existed in him—had seen it first hand. Yet even that wasn’t enough to turn you away from this.

To make you flee from the man who viewed himself as a monster.

“Loki,” you sighed, fingers digging into the leather beneath his armor. It was as soft as his touch, the scent intoxicating you the longer you stood there.

“Don’t…” He could feel the hesitation in your kiss. The uncertainty in your touch.

You still remained unsure of what he wanted from you; what this actually meant to him. And even though he wanted to proclaim it loud enough for you to hear, he knew that you’d never truly understand the depths of his emotions. Loki had always believed he would remain alone in his life. A lost soul doomed to wander the universe for all eternity, but when he met you he hoped that for a moment…he would finally feel the warmth of the sun against his skin once more.

He hoped he would feel alive again.

“You are…” Warm tears fell against your cheeks and he wiped them away gently. “You’re the one I want to be with. The one I choose.” You cupped his hand in yours, desperate to keep his touch against your skin. “But I am not immortal.”

“We gods die too.”

You smiled. “Not in the way humans do.”

Silence washed over the both of you. A solemn understanding that began to infiltrate even his mind. And thus was the irony of love. Two souls so tragically different that even death would keep you apart until the very end of time. You almost laughed, but knew that the situation would only be ruined by it.

“I need to go home where I belong.”

“You belong—”

“I don’t belong with gods Loki. I never have. And no matter how much you want that to change it can’t.”

Within seconds you watched his walls begin to close up again, pulling back any sense of emotion he once showed. Until you were right back where you started. Alone in the middle of a world that didn’t deem you worthy to stand on it. You were the outsider looking in. A mortal who got a chance to dine with the gods of old and briefly pretend you were one of them.

“So you choose them.”

An ache sprouted in your chest, spreading down to the very tips of your fingers. Until you swore you couldn’t breathe. A necessary evil to stave off the heartbreak of what would eventually come down the road.

“My love…”

He pulled away, standing stiff and face void of any emotion. “That word doesn’t belong to me. Not anymore.” Turning slightly, he roughly wiped at his cheek to hide the tears. Meanwhile you allowed them to fall freely. “I once imagined you loved me a little bit, if you’ll excuse the presumption.”

With a final look—eyes filled with a plea to say something—he relented. He nodded his head, took in a large breath, and turned back towards the steps. Once again leaving you behind as he returned to a world you’d never fully understand. You watched him go, a sob wracking your body as he took with him a love that only came around once in a lifetime. As he took part of your soul.

The flames returned to their natural orange glow, once again emitting a warmth that should have flooded your body. But all you felt was the cold touch of a lover lost to you for good.

[1-imaginary-girl]

A Mischievous Love Story - Part 8

Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader (platonic)

Summary: The reader and Loki were madly in love until you found out that he died. Deciding to follow Thor on his adventures, you soon find out the truth about what happened to your boyfriend. This series is a re-telling of Thor: Ragnarök with the reader inserted into the story. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Descriptive violence.

Word Count: 5.2k

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

I've finally returned to this series and yes it was because of season 2 of Loki and yes I'm still completely wrecked over it. There isn't much interaction between Loki and the reader this part, apologies for that, but after this it will be mainly just them as I stray from the plot of the movie to focus on their romance!

She’s my wife. The words echo in your mind over and over again as you stare at Loki. You heard him say those words, you know you did, and yet there’s no way that could have happened. There’s no way that he just called you his wife. Right?

Your mouth is hanging open and you want to close it or say something but you're in shock. Loki shoots a glance your way and grimaces. There’s no way.

“Your wife?” the Grandmaster asks, equally as confused as you. For some reason, you also hear disappointment in his voice. But you don’t have time to dissect that. The Grandmaster looks at you and then down at your hand. The jig is up, you think. “I never noticed that.”

Wait what? You look down at your left hand and again appear utterly shocked. There, on your ring finger, sits a wedding ring. It’s absolutely gorgeous. A gold band with emerald leaves wrapping around it. For a moment, it all feels real. The ring is perfect and you're married to the man you love. But reality settles in all too quickly.

The ring has been conjured up by Loki’s magic. You look at his hand and see a matching band. You remember that you're not married to the man you love. You're pretending to be married to a man who broke your heart. And the pieces plummet into your stomach, sinking like stone.

You want to glare at Loki but the Grandmaster is still looking your way. If you don’t play along, he’ll probably punish Loki for trying to lie to him. So you send a smile his way and nod. You can’t get yourself to speak.

“Please, let her go. She can stay here with me. I promise she’ll fit right in,” Loki says, using his most persuasive tone of voice. The Grandmaster seems to consider it.

“Alright,” he says. You toss aside your anger for now and rejoice in the fact that you don’t have to fight anyone. Although you will not be thanking Loki for getting you out. Not like this. “If your wife prevails in her fight, she will be free to accompany you in your place among the higher-ups.”

“Wait what?” Loki says and you slump a little in defeat. But you don’t let it keep you down. All you have to do is win one fight and you're free to enjoy a luxurious vacation until you can find a way to escape this planet.

“It’s a deal,” you say, looking at the Grandmaster. He smiles as if you've just sealed your fate. But you're used to people underestimating you and you've come to enjoy it. It only makes it that much more satisfying when you win.

“Wait, can’t we just—” Loki tries to say something but the Grandmaster’s mind is set. He extends a hand towards one of your restrained hands. You shake it to the best of your abilities despite your hand being tied down.

“I look forward to seeing how this plays out,” he says with a giddy smile on his face. 

“As do I,” you say.

“Y/N—”

“See you on the battlefield,” the Grandmaster says before he hits a button on some remote and your chair is moving. You're caught off guard but determined not to show any fear. Instead, you'll focus on anger. 

"Y/N!" Loki calls after you again but the wheels have already been set in motion. There’s no going back. 

†††

Your surroundings pass by you in a blur, and you find it hard to focus on anything you pass. You allow the chair to take you where it’s programmed to go without resistance. Next thing you know, you're being hauled into a circular, white room and you land roughly on the ground, snapping you from your thoughts. You turn just in time to see the big cell door being slammed shut. You contemplate taking your anger out on the door, but you feel so drained of energy that you just let your head fall back with a sigh.

“Are you alright?” You hear a voice say, causing you to jump as you hadn’t taken note of anyone else in here. You push yourself onto your elbows and turn your head. “Over here! Big pile of rocks waving at you.”

As the voice said, you see an alien made of rocks casually sitting against the cell wall with his hand raised to wave. You've seen aliens like him, but not this species specifically. Beside him is another alien with purple skin that reminds you of an insect, with four black beady eyes and mandibles for a mouth. The creature is also in a full suit of armour with two blades where its arms should be.

“Yeah, I’m actually a thing, I’m a being,” the rock alien says. “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Korg. I’m kind of like the leader in here. I’m made of rocks, as you can see, but don’t let that intimidate you. You don’t need to be afraid unless you’re made of scissors.” The alien, Korg, giggles to himself as he and the other alien stand up. “Just a little rock-paper-scissors joke for you. This is my very good friend over here, Miek. He’s an insect and has knives for hands.”

Miek moves his arm/blades around in what looks like a karate move, but you think it’s meant to be a gesture for hello. That was a hell of an introduction, you think to yourself. As this isn’t the strangest interaction you've had today, you slowly stand up to properly greet them.

“Hi,” you say with a little wave, which feels awkward but they seem to respond well to it. “My name is Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” Korg says and Miek does another karate-like gesture. Your brain is pounding from your previous conversation but you figure you should be polite. Especially if you are going to be stuck in here for who knows how long with them.

“So,” you say, wondering what to ask. “What are you guys in for?”

“Well I tried to start a revolution but didn’t print enough pamphlets, so hardly anyone turned up,” Korg says. “Except for my mum and her boyfriend, who I hate. As punishment, I was forced to be in here and become a gladiator. Bit of a promotional disaster.” Then he leans in and starts to whisper. “Actually, I’m trying to organize another revolution right now. It’s a bit underdeveloped at the moment, but don’t let that deter you. Do you reckon you’d be interested in something like that?”

“No, actually I’m a bit busy at the moment.” You look past Korg and down the hall of this weird prison. If you can find an exit, maybe you can escape before the fight. From there, you can try to commandeer a ship and go back to Asgard. Simple. A quick breath, and you take off running down the circle. You're only running for a few seconds before Korg reappears in front of you.

You widen your eyes and look back before facing the alien again. “Did you—”

“Ah, yeah, no, this whole thing is a circle. But not a real circle, more like a freaky circle,” he says, and you just scrunch your face, trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. When’s the last time you've had a proper rest? You know, without being knocked out. Feels like a lifetime ago. “It doesn’t make much sense, but nothing around here makes sense. That’s the only thing that makes sense.”

You slump down against the wall as Korg talks. “So, I’m really stuck in here?” 

“I’m afraid so. But it isn’t all bad. Miek and I have made up a few games to pass the time. For example, there’s this one called—”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t think I’m up for any games at the moment.” You sigh and let your head hit the wall. “It’s been a long day.”

Korg gives you a sympathetic look before nodding. “I get that. Feel free to have a rest, Miek and I will look over you if you’d like,” he says. Despite everything that’s happened, you smile at them.

“Thank you.” Korg gives a nod while Miek does another expression you can’t quite figure out. With that, you settle against the wall. It’s not the most comfortable, but you've slept in worse. You sigh and sleep quickly takes over.

You're not sure how long you've slept for, but you're abruptly woken up by the sounds of shouting.

“Stay away from her, you freaky ghost!” you hear Korg yell. Groggily, you pull your eyes open to see Miek in a fighting stance and Korg throwing fallen bits of himself at—

“I just need to talk to her, I’m not going to hurt her!” Loki says. He’s standing a few feet away from you. You're confused as you watch Korg’s rocks pass through him before you fully wake up and understand it’s an illusion. Part of you is hurt, another isn’t so surprised anymore. Another one of his tricks.

“Like I’m going to trust the word of a freakin’ ghost!” Korg yells back. You realize that they really did watch over you as you slept, which makes you smile. As much as you love seeing Korg try to hit Loki with rocks, the two of you need to talk.

“It’s okay guys,” you speak up, clearing your throat. They all turn to look at you and Loki looks relieved. “I know him.”

Korg looks him over and Miek doesn’t stand down until Korg gives the go ahead. “You’re safe for now ghost,” Korg says threateningly. Korg looks at you once again and when you nod your head to say that you're okay, him and Miek walk a little way down the circle to give you two privacy.

“Making new friends already?” Loki jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You don’t respond. Instead, you look down at the ring still on your finger. Loki sighs. “I understand you’re upset—” You glare at him and he sighs again. “Look I’m sorry, but it was the only thing I could think of to protect you!” 

You bristle at that. “So tell him that I’m your friend or a cousin, not your freaking wife!” you say. You don’t have the energy to yell at him right now.

“You don’t understand, the Grandmaster…he’s very particular about who he allows up there. It wouldn’t have been enough,” he says calmly. You shake your head.

“Then maybe you should have just let me compete normally,” you say, your anger growing the longer he’s here. “I could have made a deal to get out of here not prolong my stay.”

“Annabel, you haven’t seen the competitions,” he insists, stepping closer. “I have. They’re brutal, and I haven’t even seen his beloved Champion.”

“I told you, I can handle myself,” you spit out. 

“Maybe, but I can’t just stand by and watch you get hurt.” Those words cracked something in you. You snap your eyes up to meet his and from the fury in them, he knows he said the wrong thing.

“You didn’t want me to get hurt? You don’t think this hurts?!” You stand up and shove the ring in his face. “You don’t think having to pretend to be your wife after you broke my heart is going to hurt me?” He looks down in shame, pain on his face. Good. “I’d rather face his Champion right now then have to endure that kind of pain.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry—”

“You keep apologizing but nothing changes with you! You keep making selfish moves and tricking people—”

“Hey, that was not selfish.” He defends himself but you don’t want to hear it.

“You tricked me, Loki. Again,” you say with tears in your eyes. His sudden defensiveness is crushed. “You tricked me into pretending to be your wife. Do you know how messed up that is?”

“Love—”

“Do not call me that!” you yell, getting into his face. You try to poke him in his chest but your finger passes right through him. You laugh humorlessly as a tear slips down your cheek. “God, you’re using a trick right now!” He looks hurt. “You couldn’t even come to see me yourself, you had to hide behind an illusion.”

“This place isn’t easy to get into,” he argues quietly, but you shake your head.

“I can’t fight with you again right now.” You turn away, moving back to the wall. This move seems to hurt him more. You slide down back to where you were. “Just go back to whatever party I’m sure the Grandmaster is hosting.”

“Y/N, please, let’s talk about this—” he begs, coming closer but you don’t move a muscle.

“I don’t have anything else to say to you,” you say, defeated. His eyebrows draw close together and if you didn’t know better, you’d say his eyes are welling. 

“Please,” he whispers, and if he were really here, maybe you would have sought comfort from him. Maybe you would’ve kept talking. But he’s not.

“Go,” you say, keeping your eyes trained to the floor.

After a moment of hesitation, where it seemed like he wanted to reach out, but he couldn’t, he drew back. He takes a step backward. “Just…” He seems at a loss for words. “Please be careful.” When you don’t respond, his image shimmers and disappears. You put your head between youry legs and let a few more tears fall.

†††

You soon find yourself escorted into some sort of training rooms. Species of all kinds can be seen preparing for a fight. For the first time, you really start second-guessing your decision to fight. But you won’t give up, not yet.

The training area is next to the stadium and you can hear the distance sounds of cheering which makes you cringe. How could people actually watch this and enjoy it? You're running your fingers along the weapons, trying to decide which would suit you best, when you glance over at the divide in the area. On the other side of a wall of lasers is a bar of sorts. It looks rough, not the kind of bar you would want to find yourself in. But then your eyes widen.

Drinking at the counter, is the woman who got you thrown into this hellscape. Your blood boils as you try to find Korg. When you do, you point towards her and say, “Korg, that’s the woman who put me in here! Who the hell is she?”

“Ah, that’s scrapper 142,” he says, recognizing her. Interesting that she doesn’t seem to have a real name. “She’s a toughie, put the best of the best in here. Those Asgardians, man.”

Your burning gaze at the scrapper snaps back to Korg. “Wait, she’s Asgardian?” you ask. 

“Yup,” he says. This changes everything. If you can talk to her, you can tell her what’s happening at Asgard and she can help you escape. And you won’t need to be anybody’s fake wife.

You hurriedly make your way over to the laser wall. “Hey! Hey, you!” you yell at her, not the most polite way to start the conversation but she did toss me to the wolves, possibly literally. She cocks her head and notices you. She smirks.

“If it isn’t the interesting human,” she says while taking a sip from her burning beer. You flinch. “I’m excited to see what you’ve got.”

“I need to talk to you,” you say, ignoring her statement. You won’t let her rattle you up again, not when you need her help. She looks at yo, waiting. “You’re Asgardian, right?”

She doesn’t reply but rather scoffs and goes in for another swig. As she does, you see an interesting tattoo on her left arm. You squint at it, and although you don’t remember what it means, you recognize it as an Asgardian symbol. Perfect, proof. “Okay, well, I’ve just come from there,” you say, and she looks at you in confusion. “I’m best friends with the prince, Thor Odinson? God of thunder?” You don’t mention Loki for obvious reasons.

“Good for you. Tell his Majesty I say hi if you ever see him again,” she says, walking away. Your eyes widen.

“No wait! That’s not the point,” you say, following her as she walks. She sighs and waits for you to continue. “Asgard is in danger. I need your help to escape this place and return to help or else the whole realm is doomed.”

“Pass,” she says, not looking at you. Your eyes blow open.

“Wait what?”

“Y/N the human, you’re up!” you hear someone yell from across the room. You sigh. Of course that’s the name they’ve given you. 

“Good luck!” she says, as two guards come to take you. You're desperate, trying to convince her and stall your fight.

“A lot of people are going to die, and you’re just okay with that? Your own people?” you say enraged. “Then you’re a traitor to the crown and a coward.”

This catches her attention and it seems you've hit a sore spot. “First of all, my people are with Sakaar now,” she seethes. “And second, I’ve given enough to the crown. It’s no longer my problem.”

Two guards grasp you by your arms as you contemplate her words. Yo struggle against them out of frustration, but you don’t forget the chip in your neck. “Good luck,” the ex-Asgardian says as you're dragged away from her.

You're taken into a room and sat in another chair with handcuffs. “You guys sure do love locking people up,” you say to no one in particular. The workers don’t even give you a second glance. You're taken through a series of experiments in which they change your look completely. Considering you've been stuck in your regular earthly clothes for quite a while now, you welcome the change.

First, they do your hair. A really old man comes in with an intricate device that you feared would ruin your hair completely. But all he did was tie it into an intricate braid and made a crown on your head.

Next, they painted your face, and you didn’t feel like much of a fighter as they applied blush and lipstick. You couldn’t help but wonder who that is for. They paint three lines of purple down the middle of your face and you try to ask what it means but no one gives you an answer.

To finish off your debut look, they fit you into proper fighter attire. A chest plate the same colour as the lines on your place is fitted with blue, metal shoulder pads. The pants are black with blue knees pads to match the shoulders. The boots are black and so is your utility belt. The finishing touch, however, is the purple cape that they pin to your left shoulder and your waist. 

They hand you a helmet that you're to put on after your entrance. You roll your eyes at the dramatics, although you do admire the helmet. It’s gold and with a wing on each side flowing upwards. There are also two pieces that move down to protect the sides of your face.

You are given the weapons you have chosen: a strong but simple sword and a powerful and small shield. You're hoping you can rely on your powers, but if all else fails, you have two daggers strapped to your sides so you can go down swinging. But as you walk towards the arena, you can feel the water around you: the pipes in the building, the drinks from the crowd…you can even use human or alien liquid if you have to.

You're told to stand in front of the gate until it opens and then you're left alone. You can hear the crowds much clearer from where you are now and they sound bloodthirsty. You grit your teeth as you listen to the Grandmaster go on and on about the battles, celebrating the deaths of contestants before you which makes your stomach turn. But it also fuels your energy: you will not be one of those names. All you have to do is win one fight and you're free from this madness…and thrust into another sort of madness.

You’ve fought plenty of aliens before with Thor but never in an arena in front of a crowd. A part of you is excited by this opportunity, a chance to feel what it was like to be a gladiator back on Earth. You hold onto that as you hear the Grandmaster announce you.

“Tonight, we are pleased to have a new contestant,” he says and the crowd goes wild. You bounce on the balls of your feet and focus on your breathing. “I can guarantee you’ve never seen anything like her. You’re in for quite a treat.” You swallow as the gates slowly start to rise but you set your features to stone. You’ve got this. “We’ll see what you think. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen I give you…” You walk onto the sands of the arena. “Y/N the Human!”

As you enter the arena, a wave of boos greets you. You assume they don’t like newcomers here, especially not of the human variety. And although the sound floods your senses and threatens your confidence, you set your eyes across the plain to the other gate. The crowd doesn’t matter. You need to see who you're facing.

The Grandmaster is projected on a hologram overlooking the entire stadium. That makes sense for a man with his ego. But as you scan the crowds, your eyes catch on one box in particular. It stands out from the crowd and you can’t see in it but you do see the colour yellow painting the inside. Without a doubt, you know it’s the Grandmaster’s box. And without a doubt, you know Loki’s in there. It’s like you can feel him. You wonder what he’s thinking as you stand transformed in a giant arena. You wonder if he doubts your skills, despite his words. A new type of anger sparks at that thought and you set your gaze straight ahead. This is a chance for you to show him how you've grown without him.

“Isn’t she something?” the Grandmaster laughs as the crowd continues to boo you. You let the taunts roll past you, harbouring your energy. “Alright, now it’s time to welcome back a previous competitor.” A rumble rolls through the crowd as the boos quiet down. “She’s a warrior who has made quite the name for herself.” Red puffs of smoke burst over the audience and you place the helmet over your head and secure it. “What she lacks in looks she makes up for in brute strength.”

Across the arena, the other door begin to open. “You love her, I love her…” the Grandmaster builds the tension and you tighten the grip on your sword. “Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for…Hindaa the Ruiner!” 

The doors open to reveal a tall alien woman, donned in red armour. The crowd goes wild, and you try not to let it sway you as you try to size up your opponent. It’s hard to see from where you are, but she looks to have gray skin with a dark-haired ponytail. She waves her arms for the crowd, holding a mace in one hand and a club in the other. So much for your gladiator’s battle.

You wait for her to approach you, grabbing hold of the water beneath the arena with your powers. Your eyes are laser-focused on Hindaa. The woman finishes showing off to the crowd and immediately starts racing towards you. That’s when you truly see how big and muscular she is, standing at least six and a half feet tall. 

You don’t move. You drown out the noises from the stands and wait until she hits the center of the arena. When she does, you tighten your hold on the water and summon it forth, bursting through the floors of the arena at a speed that catches Hindaa in its waves and throws her into the air. You watch as she’s tossed back to the other side and lands heavily, a cloud of dust spreading around her.

The crowd is silent as you let the water wash onto the arena floor, wetting the sands. Then all at once, an eruption of applause and cheers emerge from the crowd. But your focus isn’t to entertain them. You move across the arena as Hindaa picks herself up off the ground, staggering to her feet and dripping wet. The closer you get to her, the angrier you can see she is. You smile and then see her launching towards you.

She runs and jumps to tackle you, but you take hold of the water again and quickly freeze it, entrapping Hindaa in an iceberg. She struggles and growls as her head remains unfrozen. You walk until you stand a few feet away from her.

“Hindaa was it?” you ask. She growls again. Up close, you can see that her skin is, in fact, gray. But more than that, there are red dotted stripes covering her body. Your eyes widen as you recognize what species she is. “You’re a Kylosian.” She stops her movements to glare at you. “How did you end up here?”

“That’s none of your business,” she hisses, continuing her struggle.

“Ah, so you can speak English. Good,” you say. “Because I wanted to have a quick chat.” The audience has settled down and you can hear whispers of confusion. You internally smile at how the Grandmaster must be reacting. “I don’t want to hurt you, I’m sure you’re a lovely person.” She snarls again. You keep smiling. “Anyway, I just need to win this battle and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

She’s staring you down, and you foolishly think that she’s considering your offer. “You don’t want to hurt me?” she asks and you nod in agreement. Yes, this plan might work after all. “That’s a shame.” You catch the cracking sound too late. “Because I want to hurt you.”

Before you can react, Hindaa’s right hand bursts through the ice and with it, her mace. The weapon swings and catches you in the side, sending you flying several feet away. You swallow a scream before you hit the ground. You groan. Begrudgingly, you look down at your side to see three large scratches ripping through your uniform. You take a deep breath and then fire yourself up, ignoring the pain.

"Have it your way then," you say as you pick yourself off the ground. Just as you're on your feet, Hindaa is crashing down on you with her club but this time you react quicker. You bring up your shield and the club smashes down onto it. You wince at your arm, but then you swing your sword up and catch her in the hand, causing her to drop her club. You quickly summon the water from the ice and trap the club in a bubble, casting it far, far away from the arena. Hindaa looks down and glares back up at you. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I wasn’t trying to be nice,” she growls and you look at her in confusion as your sarcasm misses her completely. Her mace quickly comes swinging at you and you defend yourself with the shield again, but the force of her swing causes you to stumble back. Caught off guard, the mace comes back around, this time aiming at your legs. It swipes across your skin and you hiss as your knees buckle and you're on the ground again. 

Hindaa continues her attack, kicking her leg up and catching you in the chin, throwing your head to the ground. You groan as your head swirls in pain. You can feel your nose pulsing in pain and feel blood begin to drip down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Your spirit is wavering, and that’s when you feel something on your hand. You look down to see Loki’s ring pulsing. It’s never done that before. You risk a glance over at the Grandmaster’s box, but you still can’t see him. But he’s still here with you. Conflicting emotions rise within you, but it gives you the strength you need to get back up. 

When you're on your feet, Hindaa swings at you but the mace is too slow this time, as you tuck and roll over to her side. You catch her side with your sword and she cries out. Her mace comes back but your shield is there, and with your other hand you swipe at her legs. She cries out again. Before her mace can take another swing, you jump and slice your sword along her hand, causing her to drop the mace. You did the same trick as you did with the club. 

With no weapons, she charges at you. You use your shield but she still tackles you. She crushes your body under hers and rips the shield away from you, wrenching your arm to the side causing you to cry out. With fury, you slice your sword across her back, and when she bends in pain, you slip out from under her. 

You're both dripping blood and your bodies are swaying, but you're determined. You toss your sword away, your power brimming to the surface. Before she can stand again, you take a few steps back before running and jumping towards her. As you're midair, you summon the water to freeze over your fist. You fall and crash your frozen fist down onto her head. You land on your feet, just barely. You're panting, but when you look back, Hindaa is unconscious. You take a few moments to catch your breath, and as you do that, the sounds of the crowd rush back in and you hear a loud, thundering cheer. 

Holding onto your side, every inch of you either sore or bleeding, you look to the stands to see the crowd cheering for you. You're not sure if the adrenaline caused it or if you were delirious, but in that moment, you smiled. You raise one of your hands in triumph and the cheers get louder somehow. You laugh, not sure what it is exactly that you're laughing at.

Suddenly, the Grandmaster’s hologram reappears. “What a show! What a show!” he says, laughing and clapping his hands together. The efforts of the battle begin to weigh on you and you just need to keep standing. “Everyone give it up for our new champion, Y/N the Human!”

You noticed your name didn’t change. “I told you she’d be something to see!”

You look back at the door you came from to see it lifting and you start to walk that way, not much caring for what the Grandmaster has to say. You notice a few workers bring a hovering stretcher for Hindaa. One of them must have noticed your limping, because they come to your side and help take some of the weight off of your leg. You're not sure if you thanked them. All you were looking forward to was a nice, long nap.

You momentarily forgot whose bed it is you'll be sleeping on.

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[tsukii0002]

Along side the religious mc, what about a pagan mc who keeps trying to convince everyone of the other ancient gods because they speak to said gods, and no one believes it until they talk to someone like zuez or thor (can't spell lol) during a bad storm with thunder and lightning while outside?

Like, I think it'll be funny

DON'T MESS WITH MC AND THEIR HUMAN WORD GODS

Mc entering the doing room with a grim face.

Mc: Who has blown out the candles on my altar?

The brothers look at each other.

Lucifer: it's for safety Mc, well end burning (again) as we continue like this.

Mc: Lucifer is my altar to Hestia!! You can't put out the flames in honor of the home fire.

Satan: Mc pleace, mythology is just a tale.

Mc: Are YOU really telling me this?

Belphie: they are just inventions Mc...

Mc: the gods are real!!!

Levi: then, how is it possible that Thor and Zeus are both God's od thunder lol?

Mc: the human word is vast and ancient, each mythology has its own domains and must be respected.

Mammon: yeah, yeah, Mc, I hope your little friends the God don't punish us for it...

Mc: *squinting* who plays with fire ends up getting burned.

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After several days, an electrical storm broke out in the Devildom and it does not stop.

Mammon: I can't take it anymore, when is this storm going to stop?

Beel: this is very weird... This doesn't usually happen in Devildom

Asmo: I need a night without lightnings nor thunders!!! I can't rest

They all enter in the House soaked and find Mc having tea whit two men.

The brothers: ...

Lucifer: Who are they?

Mc: *grinning* dear biblical creatures let me introduce you to Thor, God of thunder,son of Odin and Zeus, father of God's and God of thunders as well

Zeus raises his hand and, at that moment, a thunder rolls.

Mc: I thought that maybe it's a good time to introduce you to all my friends.

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Lucifer: ...

Zeus: ...

Lucifer: so... are you telling me that your daughter was born from your head?

Zeus: that's right.

Lucifer: It is a Joke?

Zeus: well, at least she was not spawned  exclusively from my anger.

Lucifer: *angry ofended demon noises*

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Levi: so you are a sea god?

Poseidon: yeah, I’m the king of the oceans, the great Poseidon, capable of causing earthquakes and tidal waves, hero of titanomachy and father of numerous creatures.

Levi: ...

Levi: I think that that is a hit to my self esteem.

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Mammon: so you are friend with Mc?

Loki: yes

Mammon: and you are a god of tricks and deceit?

Loki: that's how everybody know me.

Mammon: *Realicing* That why Mc always beats me at cards!!

Loki: oh no, i offered my help but... they didn't need it, you are easy enougth to fool whithout my magic

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Solomon: I still can't belive that Mc had ties to all of you.

Isis: well, they are a lovely person, and they have respected and honored us since they were a child.

Solomon: ... you are a magic god, aren't you? 

Isis: *Look up and down at Solomon* Yes I am

Solomon: could you teach me some spells? I want to use them to cook something for Mc and the others, you know to surprise them.

Isis: oh boy, that's a pathetic excuse, I'm not going to teach you anything. Besides, there is no magic that can save what you call cooking.

Solomon: ... auch

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Asmo: so... you are the embodiment of beauty?

Afrodita: of course, don't you have eyes?

Asmo: well I have not seen anything that you have achieved that I have not.

Afrodita: *similing* cute little demon, I defeated you the moment I shared a bath with Mc.

Asmo: ...

Asmo: you win, teach me, please

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Barbatos: ...

Hades: ...

Hades: you remind me of my father.

Barbatos: excuse me?

Hades: yeah, the whole thing about controlling time and being a cruel criature... I hope you are not one of those who devour their children.

Luke looks at Barbatos with teary eyes.

Luke: are you going to devour me?

Barbatos: Luke no

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Simeon observes with Mc the chaos that has been unleashed in the Devildom thanks to the different gods.

Simeon: I never would have expected something like this...

Mc: the truth is that I do.

Simeon: and that all those stories were real ...

Mc: ... Simeon, dear, you are an angel, we are in the hell and I leve with seven demons, I've meet the death and here, our sorcerer friend lived for hundred of years... Are you really telling me this?

Simeon: sometimes I forget those details...

Mc: yeah, you should remember that I'm a human holy chicken.

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Hestia: we have been able to help you?

Mc: yes, I appreciate that you brought the whole troop.

Hestia: ha ha, it has been interesting.

Mc: no one will dare to touch your flames now

Hestia: *kiss Mc's forehead* take care dear child, enjoy your live here and look for your friend, they are interesting creatures.

Mc: I'll do, my goodness.

Hestia: and don't forget where you come from.

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Well, well, have I enjoyed writing this? I have enjoyed it, I am a lover of mythology,bI know Greek mythology the most, but I would love to learn more about other mythologies. All the scenarios that could be written... Thank you  @shota-catziwa much for the suggestion, I would have liked to delve deeper into mc's relationship with the gods but my head doesn't give for more. I just hope you enjoy it even if it's a little bit.

[nerdy-fangirl-65]

Mountain Dew Me (Loki X Fem Reader)

Hey everyone! So I recently saw a dannyphantomexe tik tok with a similar premise (unfortunately no smut tho) and since I saw it I can't get the idea of it out of my head, so, I figured I'd share my dirty fantasies with you all XD.

Pretty heavy smut warning, 16+ readers only. Have fun, fellow dirty minded freaks.

You were sitting cross legged on the couch with a book in your hand when he walked into the room. You'd been pretending to read for about an hour now, but instead of focusing on th en romance novel you were reading, you were stealing glances at your boyfriend, who had been sitting across the room from you. Minutes ago he had disappeared into the kitchen, and now he had returned with a bag of chips in his hand, several already stuffed into his mouth.

"Hey Loki?" you asked, glancing up from your book.

"Yes, darling?" he replied, reaching for another chip.

"Would you mountain dew me?" you asked, a smirk on your face.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I think we have some in the fridge—"

You cut him off with a grin, "No, that's not what I meant. I asked, would you mount and do me?"

His eyes met yours as he processed your request, and before you knew what was happening his bag of chips was discarded, and he was straddling your hips. His lips found yours in no time at all, one hand moving to cup your face, and the other reaching to your lap and moving your book to the sidetable so it wasn't in his way. He breathlessly broke the kiss, moving so he was sitting on the couch, and hoisting you into his lap.

"How about instead... you do me?" he spoke huskily, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Don't have to tell me twice," you murmured, kissing him sloppily. His kisses were addicting, and the way he cupped your face with one hand, while his other hand traced your curves could've made you come undone right there.

Your lips trailed down his jaw down to his neck, and he easily let his head tilt to the side to make it easier for you. You wiggled your hips against him, and smirked at the strangled growl that left his mouth in response.

"Mm, I love you, my dear," he murmured, his hands gripping your ass.

"I love you too," you whispered breathlessly, pulling his shirt over his head. His hands traveled up the length of your body before he lightly teased your breasts through your shirt. You let out a pleasured sigh, allowing him to pull your own shirt over your head. He tossed the piece of fabric to the side, before skillfully un-hooking your bra, and discarding it as well.

You kissed him again, this time all teeth and tongue. After a long moment he broke the kiss, instead kissing his way down your neck and eventually finding your breasts. He took once nipple in his mouth, sucking at it gently before grazing it with his teeth.

"Loki..." You breathed, running your hands through his hair. He grinned, repeating the same action on the other nipple, before leaning in and capturing your lips with his own. You lightly tugged at his hair as you kissed him, rocking your hips against his. He moaned into your mouth, his hands moving to your hips as he guided your movements.

"Bedroom?" you asked breathlessly when you eventually broke the kiss. He nodded, and wrapped his arms carefully around you, hoisting you in the air as he stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and busied yourself placing kisses on his neck. He growled lowly, and kicked the bedroom door shut before carefully setting you down on the edge of the bed.

He gently spread your legs so he could fit between them, pressing you down onto the bed as he kissed you. He slowly kissed his way down your neck, lightly teasing your breasts with his tongue, before finding his way to the waistband of your pants. Within seconds your bottoms, and your ruined panties had been discarded. You watched him with anticipation as he dropped to his knees in-between your legs, and you moaned softly as he kissed your inner thigh.

"Loki, please..." You whined as his tongue ghosted over where you needed him the most. His lust filled eyes made brief contact with yours before he leaned in, and slowly began to eat you out.

You didn't bother to try and hide the pleasure sounds falling from your lips, gripping the bed sheets to ground your self. You instinctively bucked your hips into his face, which he half heartedly attempted to discontinue by holding your hips down with one hand.

"Loki..." You whimpered desperately, gazing down at the god between your thighs.

"Mm, you want my fingers, too?" He growled when he pulled away briefly to breathe. You couldn't form words to reply, as he was already carefully sliding two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed, arching off the bed and into his hand, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him to fuck you with his fingers. He smirked at you, before burying his face back between your legs, slowing pumping his fingers in and out of you. You moaned loudly, grinding against his face, various cusses falling from your lips as pleasure overwhelmed you.

"So... fucking... close...." You whimpered, squeezing the sheets tightly. At your words he replaced his tongue with his thumb slowly circling your clit as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

"Mm, you gonna fucking cum for me? You gonna soak my fucking fingers? Come on, baby, give it to me, give it all to me," Loki growled, licking your juices off his lips as he gazed heatedly at you. His words sent you over the edge as your entire body tensed, your orgasam washing over you.

"Good girl..." Loki murmured, fucking you through your orgasam before removing his fingers from inside you, and licking them clean.

"Fuck," he murmured, watching as you caught your breath, "you're beautiful when you cum all over my fingers," You moaned softly as he leaned in and kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips. He carefully adjusted you so that you were laying fully on the bed, and once he'd discarded his remaining items of clothing, he was on top of you in seconds.

He grinned himself against your pussy, his eyes rolling back as he moaned aloud.

"Loki, please," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I need you,"

Without any warning, he slammed himself inside you, moans falling from both of your lips.

"Fuck, I love you," he murmured breathlessly as he buried his face in your neck. You opened your mouth to reply, but no sound came out as he slowly began to fuck you. One of his hands rested above your head to hold himself up, and the other held your hip as he fucked into you. The room filled with moans, the smell of sex as he gradually brought you closer to the edge.

His hand moved from your hip to lightly toy with your sensitive clit, and your breathing hitched as he hurtled you to the edge if paradise.

"I'm gonna cum..." You moaned out, and Loki gritted his teeth, sweat lining his forehead as he focused on bringing you both to completion.

"I know, darling, me too... cum for me, my love," he managed in-between incoherent moans and cusses. His permission was all you needed as your second orgasam wracked through your body. His thrusts became sloppy, and he cried out your name as he came deep inside of you.

"Fuuuck," he moaned as his body went limp, carefully crashing on top of you. He lay on top of you for several minutes as you bkth caught your breath, before he gently pulled out of you, and climbed off the bed. You whined in protest, and he chuckled as he caught your hand in his.

"I'll be right back darling, we just need to get you cleaned up," he disappeared in the bathroom before returning with a damp cloth, which he used to gently clean you up. He discarded the rag into a hamper before crawling back into the bed with you, pulling the covers over the both of you. He kissed you lovingly, and held you close to his chest.

Before he allowed himself to doze off to sleep at your side, he quietly asked, "Do you need anything else, darling?"

"A mountain dew might be nice..." you said sleepily, erupting in giggles when he playfully rolled his eyes. He chuckled softly, and kissed the top of your head before allowing you the peace to fall asleep in his arms, and eventually falling asleep as well.

[acciotherapists]

Beautiful

Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki reminds you just how beautiful you are after a family gathering gone wrong

Warnings: Smut, fluff, slight angst, weight pills, talk of dieting, family troubles, Y/n's dad is an asshole, brief mention of alcohol abuse

A/n: A little Christmas smut for your evening. Merry Christmas ya filthy lovely animals. Hope you enjoy, lovelies!

“Y/n, let’s go! We’re opening presents!” my father called from downstairs. I rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice. This was the one day of the year he would put on a good show and sober up. Ever since I’d joined the Avengers he’d been insisting I have them over for Christmas and now that Loki and I were ‘courting,’ as he’d called it, I could find no more excuses for them not to come over. Yet, now that they were here I couldn’t bring myself to join them. Watching my father pretend to be sober was certainly a sight and it made me want to vomit. He’d been making small comments about my appearance all afternoon and I’d been struggling to ignore him so I finally hid in my room, slipping away unnoticed as my father told a story about one of his many adventures fighting Hydra… a story that never happened.

“Y/n!” he called again, a false sweetness in his tone. I rolled my eyes and began walking downstairs. Loki’s eyes found mine and he smiled at me before taking my hand.

“You alright, darling?” he whispered in my ear and I nodded.

“Hello, sweetheart,” my father greeted me as I sat next to Nat, Loki on the other side of me. Nat looked at me curiously but I simply shook my head, silently assuring her everything was fine.

Before long my father handed me a present and I cautiously opened it, knowing his past habit of getting me things he thought I ‘needed.’ I opened the present, revealing a bottle of diet pills: lose 30 pounds in a week! I smiled, fighting the tears in my eyes.

“Thank you, father.”

“Y/n….” Loki’s voice is soft as he looks down at the bottle of pills in my hand, reading the label. He gently lifted my chin, noticing the tears I was fighting to keep inside. He took the bottle of pills from my hand and turned to my father.

“Are you serious right now?” he hissed. My father’s eyes widened in horror as Loki stood and threw the bottle of pills at him. They bounced off his head as my father cowered in fear.

“I’ve put up with your comments all afternoon because I promised Y/n I would play nicely but this… this is too far!” His tone was threatening as he advanced on my father and I stood up, taking his arm.

“Loki… love, just let it go. It’s okay.”

Nat picked up the pills that had landed on the ground at my father’s feet. “H-he gave you these?” She turned to my father. “Mudak!” (asshole).

“M-miss Romanoff…”

“Silence!” Loki and Nat hissed in unison.

By now the other Avengers began looking around, trying to determine what was happening. Nat tossed the bottle to Thor and all hell broke loose as Thor and Tony stood up.

“Please, just let it go!” I begged.

“Darling…”

“Just let it go, Loki. I told you this was a bad idea… I never should’ve invited you guys here. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Loki asked, taking my hands in his. “You’ve done nothing wrong.” He searched my eyes before looking at the other Avengers. “We’re leaving.”

They stood up, each one glaring at my father as they headed to the door. Loki guided me outside and whispered in my ear. “You are never coming back to this place again. You are staying with me in the tower, darling. If we knew you were dealing with this… Tony and I never would’ve let you come back here. I’m so sorry, my love.”

“It’s not your fault, Loki,” I murmured, burying my face in his chest.

He kissed my head gently before, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to my forehead, moving down to my cheeks, and then my collarbone.

“I’m going to fuck every self-deprecating thought out of that gorgeous little head of yours… am I clear, darling?”

I nodded, my cheeks flushing red as Tony called for Loki and I to get in the car. I chuckled at the impatient man and we climbed in the backseat of the limo Happy was driving. Loki held me close on the drive back to the tower, his thumb running discreetly along my skin as he kissed my forehead.

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When we reached the tower Loki grabbed me and carried me to his bedroom, ignoring the whistling of the rest of the team.

“Your father is an asshole who cannot see how lucky he is to have a daughter like you, little love. You’re home now, sweet one. I will take care of you.” When he reached the door to his room he opened it with a flick of his wrist and chuckled at my reaction as I groaned and clung to him.

“I always love your adorable reactions when I use my magic, little love.” He gently places me on the bed and hovers over me, his hand holding my thigh as I move my leg around his waist. “Tell me, darling… Does it get you wet when I use my magic?”

I nodded, moving my hand to his bulge which was growing hard at my touch.

“Words, darling… tell me exactly why it gets you wet.”

“So wet for you… always wet for you… my powerful Loki.”

“You love it, don’t you, darling? You love the power I hold, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Loki… love it.”

He chuckles darkly and pulls off his suit jacket, before removing his tie and tossing it across the room. He presses his lips against mine, grinding his hips against me as he slips his tongue inside my mouth.

“Your father is a fool, little love… trying to give you diet pills.” I can hear the anger in his voice as he sucks a mark into my neck. “Trying to make my little love look like a twig,” he growls. “Mine… my perfect love. How dare he try to change you.”

He begins humping against me and my back arches as waves of pleasure begin running through me at the stimulation through our clothes.

“Please, love… more.”

“More what, sweet girl? I cannot help if you don’t use your words.”

“Please, Loki… I need you.”

He chuckles darkly and waves his hand as my clothes disappear in a flash of green.

“Has he been like that your whole life, darling?”

I nodded and he growled.

“Your father had you for a daughter and he dares to treat you this way? He had a perfect little princess and he chooses to be an ignorant bastard,” Loki hisses as he moves his head down, pressing kisses along my skin before he reaches my dripping core. His tongue finds my folds as he begins devouring me like a man starved. I writhe beneath him and he grabs my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue swirls my clit.

“Mine,” he growls against my cunt. “How dare he say such things about my princess.”

It didn’t take long before my high approached and I was moaning his name as he sucked my clit through my high. He pressed one final kiss to my clit before moving up my body once again.

“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” he asked me as he cleaned around his lips with his tongue before pressing his lips to mine. “You taste fucking delicious, little love,” he murmurs against my lips. “Do you taste how delicious you are on my tongue?”

My cheeks were burning as he pulled away and his clothes dissolved in a flash of green. I looked away, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and he gently took my chin in his hand. 

“Don’t you dare look away, little love. I want to see every contortion of pleasure on your gorgeous face. I want to watch everything, my darling.” He lined his cock up with my dripping entrance and slowly sank into me. My back arched, pressing my breasts against his chest as he held me close to him.

“I’ve got you, my perfect little love. You are so beautiful.”

I whimpered as he pressed his lips to mine once again and slowly began thrusting. “Fuck little love… still so tight after all the times I’ve taken you. You suck me in perfectly, little darling.”

“Loki…”

“Yes, sweet love? What is it? What do you need? I will give you everything, darling.”

“Mm… faster, Loki… please.”

Loki chuckled and increased his pace, placing his hands on the side of my face. “So perfect,” he whispered in between kisses against my lips. “I’ve got you, little love. You just relax and I’ll take care of you… forever, my love.”

With those words I could no longer hold back. “I’m gonna cum, Loki.” He chuckled. “You most certainly are, little darling. More times than you can count. Let go for me, sweetling. Let go on my cock.”

I came hard but he continued thrusting, growling in my ear.

I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me that night but by the end I could only moan and whimper his name. He pushed my hair out of my face after cumming inside me.

“How are you feeling, darling?”

“Mm… loved.”

Loki chuckled and kissed my forehead. “Good, my darling… because you are more loved than you will ever know.”

He got out of the bed and ran a bath before coming back to me and lifting me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me to the bath and placed me in the warm water. He gently took my arms from around his neck and placed them in the water, kissing my forehead. “I’ll be right back, beautiful. I just need to change the sheets.”

I nodded and he left the room before quickly returning. “Would you like a solo bath or some company, little love?”

I quickly shook my head. “You… need you in the bath.”

He smiled and climbed into the bath with me, resting my head against his chest. He began running a soapy cloth over my skin, being careful when he reached my sensitive core.

“It’s alright, my darling. Just rest… I’ve got you. No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it, my perfect angel.”

My eyes teared up as he spoke and ran his hands along my skin.

“You are home now, beautiful,” he promised, pressing his lips to my forehead.

We stayed in the bath for a little while before he drained the water and helped me into warm pajamas and into bed… our bed. I snuggled against him as we both fell asleep, content in each other’s arms.

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 32 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 33

Summary : A horrible nightmare fuels your insecurities yet again. Loki thinks he has the perfect solution but his plan is interrupted by the news of Mrs Geller's accident.

Trigger Warning: 18+, foursome (but not in the kinky manner) , HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), Dalia, Reader needs to seek professional help for her trust issues, topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, timey wimey stuff again (yeah I didn't forget about the main plot you guys)

Note : This chapter was the most personal and pretty difficult to write but it was important for her growth.

You could hear the sound of his moans coming from his room and your heart clenched, why was he moaning that way? You weren't there with him then who was making him feel that way? You trusted him, you really wanted to believe that he won't hurt you like that but then you heard a woman's cry of pleasure and your heart stopped. You slowly opened the door to his room and found him on the bed, all bare, and he wasn't alone, and he wasn't with just one woman either.

There was Dalia in front of him, sucking his cock and making him emit those noises that you thought only you owned, your eyes welled up as you glanced at his face, you recognised that look, he was enjoying it you could tell.

"Tell me..did she ever please you like this?" Dalia asked him so he snickered, his chest was heaving in a hypnotic rhythm, you wanted to hate him , he was breaking your heart so cruelly but you couldn't stop admiring his beautiful features, he was yours, he promised to be yours then what happened? You always feared you weren't enough and all your fears had come true to life.

"Never, she couldn't please a man to save her life. She doesn't compare to you, any of you, she's beneath me and all my darlings over here, she truly means nothing to me now"

The words cut you deeply and you gasped as you could hear the sound of your own heart breaking over and over again. He looked at you finally and instead of showing the signs of feeling remorse or pity even he smiled, he felt happy as if he was free to do whatever he desired now. He turned his head and kissed Darcy, then he turned to the other side and kissed Atrishia, they all clung around his body like snakes as he pleased them just the way they wanted.

"I thought you loved me lo…why are you doing this to me?" You screamed at him, the world around you started to spin and your chest felt constricted, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't take the betrayal, he was your best friend, how could he do this to you?

"You burdened me and you bored me to death y/n, now fucking get out of here"

He spat venomously and you wanted to run away but your feet felt stuck, your body was paralyzed, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't breathe at all.....

Loud sound of the alarm made you wake up suddenly, you looked at the ceiling but your brain felt deprived of the oxygen, you felt as if you were holding on to your breath for too long. You took a deep breath as you sat up and that's when the dam broke and you burst into a fit of cries, the vivid dream was still a fresh in your head.

You could see it clearly, your Loki with those women, the cruel words that he spoke to you the way he put you down in front of them, it was just a nightmare and that made you feel slightly better but it was still the worst you had ever felt after a nightmare. What if those nightmares were to come true the way your dreams did in the previous timeline?

Once your breathing had leveled you looked at the clock and it was 3:30 already, you barely had gotten any sleep and the way you have been obsessing over the female attention he had around him you knew something like this was bound to happen.

How much reassurance did you need from him? You sighed as you pondered over the thought and got off the bed to get ready. Once you were dressed up for the day you ran to the kitchen the tower had on every floor and made yourself a cup of coffee as well as brewed black tea for Loki since none of the cafes were open and kitchen staff wasn't at work either this early in the morning.

By the time you reached Loki's room it was 4:30 already and he was getting prepped for the early morning appearance at the news channel. Thankfully Dalia wasn't there for once and you didn't want to see her face first thing after that nightmare

His makeup was already done and hair was slicked back neatly, his stylist Riva was putting the coat on him when you entered, the only reason Riva didn't intimidate you was because she was a lesbian. You felt pathetic.

"Good morning darling" he smiled as he looked at you but just by looking at your face he could tell you weren't feeling good, perhaps you didn't sleep well after Tony's birthday party. He really needed to spend a night with you, not just for you but his own peace of mind.

"Good morning sir..i brought your tea" you said as you kept the cup on his dresser.

"Thank you sweet Lady, sleep alright?" You nodded as he said that but he could read your lies. As Riva got a phone call she excused herself and made her way out of the room.

You were standing a few feet away from him as you supported your side against the closet so he tilted his head and looked at you up and down, thoroughly checking you out, a simple pair of jeans and shirt, you barely had any makeup on and even with your puffed up sleep deprived face his heart fluttered at the sight of you. To know that you belonged to him completely would never not make his heart soar and cock uncomfortable at all times.

"Come here" he said to you softly so you looked around,

"Somebody will come lo" you answered him so he walked towards you instead and cupped your cheeks to kiss you, as his lips met with yours the fear you had from the nightmare slowly started to chip away for a moment. It was just a nightmare, he'd never be so cruel to you. The feeling of relief didn't last though.

"Are you well? You can stay here if you wish to, I will talk to Dalia" he said to you so you shook your head.

"I'll do my job"

"It is my job to take care of you"

"I told you don't worry about my work.. besides I want to get the fuck out of this tower" he sighed as you said that and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Loki?" You called out his name so he hummed in response "Can you…promise me something?"

"Anything my love" he smiled, his thumb caressing your cheek before he placed them under your eye to reduce some of that puffiness with his cold touch.

"If someday, you find someone that.." you hesitated to speak your thoughts, all of a sudden your words felt stupid, your insecurities felt unwarranted. He had done nothing wrong to you.

"Someone what?" He asked firmly so you looked down.

"That makes you feel something for them, promise me that you'll tell me before you do something, promise me you'll not keep me in dark or hurt me behind my back" As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them completely. His eyes teared up as he registered the meaning behind these words, you thought someday he'd stray away from you and cheat on you?

"I promise" he said as he took a few steps behind, tears rolled down his cheek so he wiped them away quickly. No you didn't need his promise, you wanted him to tell you that he'd never even think of doing that to you, that he'd never find someone else but he promised you instead.

You wanted to play victim and say something but as you looked at his face you realized that he wasn't trying to spite you by giving you what you asked him for, he was just hurt, deeply hurt that you'd even insinuate that. He had no intentions of ever letting you go, he thought he had made it clear with his actions but he didn't blame you either for feeling this way.

It still hurt though, the way you seemed so terrified as you asked him to promise you that he'll tell you before he cheats on you was haunting him. He wished there was a spell he could have used to rid of these insecurities you had but he knew there were no spells or potions to heal those emotional scars.

Before you could say anything the room was bustling again as Dalia arrived with the whole team, you wanted to run to him and hug him, tell him that you just wanted him to reassure you again but you felt helpless at the moment. It felt too much.

Until now Loki hadn't really done anything outside of this tower, they came to him here for every interview, press conference and photoshoots, he wasn't allowed to go out except for those missions he went on to so this national appearance was a big deal, you wanted to go with him, you were his assistant after all and you desperately needed to leave the tower but Dalia told you that you won't be required as she'll be present there. You didn't argue with her either, Loki had already left for the studio and you were supposed to go with Dalia in a different vehicle but she denied you. You turned around and made your way to your room.

As soon as Loki realised you weren't there with him he texted you immediately

His message made you feel worse, you didn't enjoy this, not at all, but at times it felt inevitable.

In the previous timeline Dalia never fell for Loki, so why did this happen this time? There were so many things different this time, you couldn't help but wonder if you were the reason for it, perhaps things weren't meant to be like this. Perhaps you had messed with fate's original plan and it was going to come back and bite you sooner or later.

Loki put the phone in his pocket, his eyes were moist, he really wanted you to be here, he knew how stressed you had been at the tower and he wanted you to come out and be with him here.

As Dalia approached him he immediately composed himself and turned to her,

"Where's my assistant?" He asked her and she shrugged as if she didn't care about the question which she probably didn't.

"What?"

"Y/n…My …assistant..where is she?" He asked her a bit more sternly this time.

"She wasn't needed here" she answered shamelessly,

"You are not to decide when I need her and when I don't, the next time you dare interfere in my matters i give you my word Dalia, I will make your life a living hel on midgard..you hear me?" She looked terrified as he said that.

"I uhhh…" her lips trembled and eyes teared up but she didn't say a word and he didn't feel bad about her reaction at all, he knew he was coming across as very suspicious right now but he had lost his cool completely, the little altercation he had with you was already enough as it was and not having you here wasn't something you both needed today.

"I asked an intelligible question. Do you hear me…or not?" He glared at her again so she nodded furiously.

"Yes Loki i understand"

It was really hard for him to stay smiley and cheerful for the interview but he knew he had to fake it. He really wanted to go back to the tower and talk to you, at times he really wished he could have told everyone who you were to him and what you meant to him but what had happened to Melissa the last time had solidified that fear he had regarding your safety, if something was to happen and god forbid he fails to protect you then he knew for sure that he'd never be able to move on from losing you..

After the interview the whole team had to leave for yet another mission so he called you as soon as he was alone but you didn't pick up and that annoyed him even further. However he realised how tired you seemed and If you were sleeping then he didn't want to bother you again so he sent a voicemail instead.

A few hours later when you woke up you immediately looked at the time and it was late in the noon, you had been so sleep deprived that you dozed out like a baby. You were going to call Loki but you already had a voice note from him so you opened it.

Hello darling..i uhh

He took a deep breath before he spoke again

Interview went well, I'm not sure if you watched it, perhaps you are asleep because you didn't receive my call..i hope that is the reason and I'm not being ignored here

He chuckled nervously and you felt your heart breaking slightly, what were you doing with him? He didn't deserve to feel that way, he needed you but this constant insecurities you had always created a tiff between you two.

Anyways i uhh.. I'm going to go for yet another Avengers matter so I will see you at night Princess, I Love You.

The voicemail ended and you just wanted to cry again because you didn't know why you always did this whenever he was going to do something dangerous, you really needed help, you had to do something before you cause more problems between Loki and yourself.

Your whole day went by anxiously, when Loki wasn't there you had to be on Dalia's call at all times, the pay was good and you had never felt so compensated before so you didn't want to complain much.

During lunch hour you met Pepper and Jane in the dining area so you all could eat together. Jane really wanted to get to know you both while she was here. A year ago, if someone had told you that you'd be having lunch with the CEO of Stark Industries, you would have slapped that person for making such a joke.

"Where's Darcy?" You asked Jane even though she was also one of the last people you wanted to see after that horrible nightmare.

"Ahhh she's out exploring NYC, she has a few people she knows here" you nodded as Jane said that.

"So y/n how's it going with Loki?" Pepper smirked so you shook your head.

"Nothing is going on" you said to her but she kept smiling,

"I know..I know..been there, done that"

Well Paprika didn't know shit.

"Ummm can I ask you a question? I mean it's not something I want.. Loki is not my type really but ..I'm. Just curious " you said to her so she nodded.

"Well i always read about Tony and how uhh he ummm you know..women..and "

"His Playboy image??" She finished your words and you were thankful for that.

"Yeahhhh how did you deal with that? I mean he still gets the constant attention from women and it must be hard right? I think I can ask the same question to you Janey"

"Do you have a nickname for me? I love you already'" You bit on your cheeks as she said that, It slipped out of your mouth.

"To answer your question well I don't really think about it much, I mean I trust Thor and we have a connection since we met, it's different with him, I feel different with him, I just know he won't hurt me like that" Jane smiled as she answered your question.

"Ditto" Pepper said as she munched on her salad.

Oh to be this secure, how that must feel?

"Are you bothered by the attention Loki is getting from his ..admirers?" Pepper smirked again so you shrugged in response.

"Why would I be bothered by that? He's not my boyfriend or anything really"

"But you really want him don't you" Jane said so you glared at her before you finally smiled.

You liked having friends, you liked having people around you that weren't out to hurt you, and you had the best of them all with you, your Loki, so why was it so hard to remember what you had with him as soon as he was out of your sight?

Around ten at night you showered and got in bed but you couldn't sleep because Loki would come back soon, he had texted you already.

You felt so overly anxious, you just wanted him to come back so you could hold him and apologize for your behavior and what you had said to him, you'd have been extremely offended if it was Loki who had said something like that to you. Don't give shit you'd not take, you always wanted to live by that policy.

A few minutes later you saw a green shimmer appear in the middle of your room and there he was. The precious love of your life.

He had just showered and had no shirt on- offensive. His hair was wet and he was dripping still, reminded you of the first day you had met him.

You sat up on the bed as he walked towards you,

"Lie down, I'm going straight for the snuggles, is that alright?" He asked so you smiled and opened your arms for him. He quickly crawled into the bed and placed his head down on your chest, his body resting right next to yours.

You caressed his wet scalp and sighed, that's all you needed in that moment, you didn't think you could have gone longer without him by your side.

"Did you get hurt badly?" You asked him and he noticed the tremble in your voice so he smiled and looked up, his lips latched on your forehead before he trailed down and kissed the tip of your nose.

"I am all perfect darling, I need you to talk to me about the incident this morning" he said to you as he tucked your unruly hair behind your ears and ran his fingers through your scalp.

"I had an awful dream" his brows furrowed as you said that.

"What did you see?" He noticed the tears bubbling so as soon as they rolled down the corner of your eyes he wiped them away

"It was horrible.." you sniffled, you didn't even want to recall it "It was about you, you were in bed with Dalia, Darcy and Atrishia, all at once, doing bad things and you said awful words about me"

His eyes welled up too as you said that, no wonder you seemed so terrified and asked him to promise you something so ridiculous.

"I did that huh?" He asked before he leaned in to kiss you softly.

"I know it's not right or fair to you that I allowed a dream to ruin my mood and my thoughts about you but it's not just the dream..it's just how I feel all the time..i feel like someday you'll find someone else that will catch your eyes and then your heart, there are women out there in the world that would suit you better and I know that and it bothers me so much because I think you'll leave me all alone like everyone else did"

By the time you were done speaking you were sobbing uncontrollably so one of his arms went under your waist and he pulled you in a warm embrace as he sat up taking you along with him, he held you like a baby and allowed you to let it all out, holding it in was doing you no good, he knew that at the very least.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's okay..let it out, i am right here" he kissed your neck softly as he spoke, after what felt like hours you finally pulled away to look at him,

"I have felt loved by many people before lo, they told me they'd always be there but do you see anyone by my side? They all left as soon as they found something better, something they thought they deserved, i was just a service stop they used when they needed me, never the destination" you hiccuped as you said that and all he wanted to do was make it all stop, he wanted you to stop living in such a fear and he wanted these insecurities to stop hurting you like that

"I don't want to be a stop..I want to be your destination lo"

Tears rolled down his eyes as you said that. He cupped your cheeks and placed his head down on yours, for a few moments he didn't say anything but then he finally spoke.

"You're my only destination, you're my only hope, my only way, my only home. The moment I met you I found myself having a moment of peace, do you have any clue how long I have been searching for that feeling?" You shook your head as he said that but the tears didn't stop coming.

"A thousand years darling, sure i lived lavishly and had nothing to be ungrateful for but at nights when I finally laid down in my bed all alone, i felt restless, I felt hollow as if i was missing a piece of me, and you weren't even here, you didn't even exist back then" your arms wrapped around his neck as he said that.

Why couldn't you just remember his words when you needed to remember them? In moments of insecurity why couldn't you just remind yourself what you meant to him? Why did you always allow your past to ruin your present as well as your future?

You had to let go and you had to heal, you had to seek help.

You wanted to hold that thought but then he said something that almost made you want to pass out because of the whirlpool of emotions that were raging inside you.

"Marry me my little darling"

You pulled away from him, a gasp escaped your throat as he said that.

"What?"

"Marry me love, let me show you that I am here with you, by your side, for life, forever" you gulped as he said that, of all the ways you imagined how this moment would be like, this wasn't the one of them.

"Are you being serious right now?"

He smiled and waved his fingers, then there was a ring that he was holding between his fingers, it wasn't an actual ring made from jewels but something he had just made.

"If you say yes to me we will get wedded in the traditions of pure Asgardian customs, right this very moment my love" you looked at him awestruck as he said that, he wasn't messing with you.. "Then tomorrow we can go and marry each other again as per the requirements of your Midgardian laws"

"Lokii–" he cut you off as you said his name.

"You're the only one for me, now and forever, so why the delay?" He mumbled against your lips before he kissed you deeply, when he pulled away you were breathless and you knew what you wanted to do.

"Okay..okay I'll marry you baby, let's get married" he smiled and slipped the ring on your finger and then he kissed you again, as passionately as he could.

You couldn't believe this was happening, you felt terrified but you felt excited too.

However your happiness didn't last long because an impending call was awaiting you, destroying the momentarily joy you had felt just now. You heard the Frantic voice of your mother on the phone and your gut sank immediately. Mrs Geller was in the hospital after a drunk driver had hit her while she was going home after a grocery trip. She was in a coma and she was struggling with her life.

You didn't know why this was happening but you had a feeling it had something to do with you and Loki.

You had changed your fate but it didn't just affect you, it affected everyone around you. In the correct path of journey, the one that you were meant to take, the one where you were supposed to marry Strange and find Loki years later, in that journey things would have been different.

Unbeknownst to you if you hadn't messed with your destined journey then on the same day as today Mrs Geller would go for the grocery shopping but you had tagged along with her, while walking back home she was almost hit by a drunk driver but you grabbed her arm and pulled her towards you thus saving her from getting hurt in this accident, but since you decided to alter your path you weren't there to save her life.

You weren't where you were supposed to be. You had messed with the time and it was its turn now.

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

Note : Every action has a consequence you all. Also as pure as his proposal was, she was marrying him for the wrong reasons, she needs to reflect on that.

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[sserpente]

Loki Season 2 – Episode 1 RECAP

HERE WE GO AGAIN! FINALLY! LET’S DO THIS, SHALL WE?

As always, HEAVY SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 1 BELOW THE CUT!

Also from now on, as usual, in addition to the keep reading tags, I will tag posts that contain spoilers with the hashtag "#loki season 2 spoilers" and "#loki spoilers" so you can filter them from your dashboard until you're ready!

Did I stay up until 3 a.m. to watch the first episode again? Yes. Yes, I did.

We are starting off so damn STRONG. Damn it, I just wanted to hug Loki so bad. He’s been through so much shit and he was so heartbroken and desperate! Imagine you get to cup his face and just tell him to take a deep breath with you! What made it even more painful was the moment he fully realised that Mobius didn’t recognise him—his one friend, the one person who likes him for who he is… and he doesn’t remember him… and then the relief on his face when was in the right place again!

Loki was so panicked about the impending war. For good reason, obviously but it truly shows that Thor: Ragnarok lied. Loki wouldn’t be a bad king, now hear me out—in The Avengers, Thanos had the upper hand. You all remember that one scene where he sort of backtracks and says “It’s too late… it’s too late to stop it…” but can’t join forces with Thor because The Other was watching him? Loki understands the sacrifice for sure and in the first Thor film, when he tried to wipe out Jötunheim, what I believe is that he wanted to prevent the war that Thor himself had started by attacking those Jötuns. Loki’s not about violence and causing pain and destruction, he just got caught in the middle of it several times, and circumstances forced him into choices that were not heroic. We knew that already, of course… but it’s nice to see that reflected in the series. Besides, we don’t need him to be a hero. We just need him to be Loki. 🥰

The jokes were spot-on, not too silly, not out of place, in my opinion, but sprinkled in just right so far. Skin? Also, can we please talk about the warning on the floor that said Spaghettification? Come on! 😂😂😂

Now in that sense, O.B. is indeed brilliant. A lovely and light addition to the serious bureaucracy of the TVA for sure!

I really wasn’t worried about Loki making it back safely, somehow. Let’s face it, they wouldn’t have killed him in the first episode of Season 2. With that being said… I hope for their sake he stays safe at the end too, otherwise, I will hurt a lot of people! 🙂

X5… X5, what are we gonna do with him? I hate him. Of course, I do. He’s got something about him that just makes you want to slap him in the face. 😒

Now there are two questions we immediately ask ourselves, right? Where, or rather, when did Sylvie come from? And who pruned Loki? Was it another Sylvie, or another Loki? Another Mobius? B15? An antagonistic character who realised their wrongs? A new character? A Kang Variant? They’ve definitely left us some loose ends! 🤔

And lastly… it’s absolutely heartbreaking to see how much Loki cares for Sylvie despite what happened at the end of Season 1. She basically betrayed him! For reasons Loki understands, of course, but still… it broke his heart… and hence it broke mine. He was so ready to stop the others from going after her even though he was facing the very gruesome time slipping problem. 😭

If you’ve seen the video I posted earlier, you’ll know that I have already seen Episode 2 as well today. I won’t lose a word about that one until next week though! 😉 All I’m gonna say is that we’re in for a treat. 😏

PS: I want that TVA handbook as a notebook for my writing.

[michelleleewise]

Tale as old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: the much anticipated smut!! Fingering, smut (p in v), unprotected sex (not too graphic) tiny bit of angst in the beginning, soft smut, sorry if I missed anything.

Summary: you and loki begin the rest of your lives together.....

Part Nine-

Final Part one--Part two--

Silence crept through the castle, echoing through the halls when a cloaked figure appeared at the bottom of the steps. Looking around at the now lifeless furniture they slowly strode past into the castle. They walked into Loki's chambers, seeing you hunched over him, your fist balled in his shirt. "Loki...please come back to me." You sobbed looking down at him. "I..I love you..." you whispered leaning down kissing his forehead. The figure removed her hood, revealing the enchantress as she looked down at the melted snowflake. Lifting her hand she chanted as the glass shattered, the water swirling with it flying over engulfing Loki.

You quickly got to your feet, watching him become engulphed in a bright golden light as he rose into the air "what are you doing?" You yelled at the woman who didn't even look at you "leave him alone!" You yelled again when you looked over eyes widening. You watched as Loki's skin went from the deep blue to a beautiful alabaster, the bulk of his muscles disappearing, leaving a lean slender frame, his horns vanishing as his long hair swirled with the glow before it gently set him back down on his side, the light dissipating when you heard him groan.

You took a step forward, watching him lean up on one arm "L..loki..." you whispered as he got up, turning to you. You walked up to him, seeing his ruby eyes were now a beautiful emerald. Searching them you reached up pushing his hair back cupping his cheek as he leaned into your touch "y/n.." he said shakely, tears forming in his eyes "I'm here.." you breathed, feeling the tears stream down your cheeks. He thumbed away your tears, leaning down he gently pressed his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck you laced your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss hearing him groan. You broke the kiss, seeing the sunlight steam through the window, his chambers looking as if nothing had happened.

"I love you y/n." He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours "I love you Loki." You whispered back closing your eyes, feeling his arms around you when you heard commotion outside "come on." You said grabbing his hand you led him to the foyer, watching in awe as the furniture turned back into who they were before, the rest of the castle returing to its former glory. "Master! You broke the curse!" You heard James, looking over seeing a tall man with long brown hair running up to you "it's good to see you old friend." Loki said embracing James. "Madam..you saved us." Anthony said bowing to you. You felt Loki grab your hand, seeing him smiling at you as he made his way through the crowd of people

"Lady y/n!" You heard, looking over seeing a child running at you "it's me! Peter." He smiled when you leant down hugging him. "Im so happy to see you." You said holding him tight. You stood up, seeing a beautiful red head walk through the crowd "I'm so happy for you both." She smiled wrapping you in a hug. Stepping back she looked at Loki "You mess this up, I will kill you." She said making you laugh "if I do, I will let you." Loki said squeezing your hand. You mingled with everyone, exchanging hugs when you saw Loki close his eyes rubbing his face. "I believe a celebration is in order!" Anthony yelled hearing everyone cheer. "That sounds amazing, but I think im going to take Loki to rest for awhile." You said grabbing his arm.

"Yes, of course! We will come get you both later when it's time." James said winking at you. You pulled Loki with you guiding him to his room "we can stay love, I don't mind." He smiled down at you. "After everything that's happened I insist you rest." You said lacing your fingers with his. You walked into his chambers, dropping his hand you walked over closing the curtains hearing the door close. "Darling I'm fine, I promise." He said crossing the room. "Well, then you can lay in the dark." You said hearing him laugh "only if you lay in the dark with me." He whispered in your ear making you jump. "L..loki, i.." you started, feeling his hands wrap around your middle, pressing his large hand on your stomach.

You turned in his arms, shivering at his proximity as his hand pressed to your lower back. Placing your hands on his chest you felt his muscles flex "Loki, I want to....I do." You said looking up meeting his eyes "but I'm not very....experienced." you whispered. You watched his eyes soften as he smiled at you. "Can I tell you...I have wanted you since the moment I saw you." He said, his eyes roaming your face. "Your beautiful eyes, that saw me when no one else did." He whispered kissing your eyelids. "Your perfect lips, that spoke nothing but kindness to me, even when i did not deserve it." He whispered gently kissing your lips. "Your hands, that healed me." He said grabbing your hands kissing the back of them. "I adore everything about you." He said leaning closer, his nose touching yours.

You closed your eyes, feeling his warm breath fan against your cheek. "Please y/n..." he breathed. You tilted your head up, pressing your lips to his as his hands roamed your sides traveling to your back. You felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip, moaning as his lips slanted over yours, his tongue pressing in massaging yours. You gripped his shirt feeling his fingers unlace your dress, gripping the sides pulling the back open. He pulled back, nibbling on your lip as he grabbed the shoulders of the dress, slowly pulling it down your arms "it was a lovely dress.." he breathed, pushing it past your waist letting it pool around your feet "but not near as lovely as you love." He said, his eyes roaming your exposed figure.

You brought your arms up trying to cover your bare chest when he gently grasped your wrists "no love, I need to see you." He said. Turning you from the window he slowly backed you up to the bed, stopping when the back of your knees hit the mattress. He leaned down, gently kissing your neck as his fingers ghosted down your arms. "Lokiii..." you moaned, tilting your head back feeling his lips latch onto your collar bone. He slowly kneeled down, gently kissing your stomach making you gasp as your hands flew up trying to cover your stretch marks when he grabbed your hands in his, looking up at you. "You are beautiful darling, let me worship you." He said, placing another soft kiss to your stomach.

You laced your fingers through his hair, watching him hook his fingers under the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs, not breaking eye contact as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your thigh. Lifting your feet you stepped out of them watching him toss them aside. He grabbed your hips, slowly standing up "lay down love.." he whispered kissing your cheek. You climbed on the bed, settling back against the pillows watching him run a hand through his hair, pulling his shirt off tossing it aside. His eyes met yours as he hooked his thumbs under the hem of his pants, slowly sliding them down leaving him bare to you.

Your eyes traveled down to his chiseled chest, his abs flexing as he climbed on the bed, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. He reached up, parting your knees settling between them as his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You felt his fingers slide up your side, gently cupping your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple making you moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss, traveling down to your collarbone, licking and sucking on the sensative skin above your beast. You buried your hand in his hair, holding him to you rocking your hips up. "Lokii...please.." you breathed, feeling his tongue circle your nipple, softly blowing on making you arch your back.

You groaned feeling his fingers slide down, slowly sliding through your folds as his mouth engulfed your nipple, nipping it with his teeth. "God...please loki...I need...." you panted, rocking your hips with his hand. He pulled off your breast with a pop, looking up at you "what do you need love...say it." He growled, his fingers circling your entrance "aahh you...I need you..." you moaned as he sank a finger inside you, slowly sliding it in and out. "How bad do you need me..." he breathed, adding another finger making you cry out "Loki..." you groaned gripping the pillow under your head biting your lip. He slid his fingers out making you whine. "Don't worry love, I'll give you what you need." He purred, climbing between your parted thighs.

You felt his erection press against your folds making you gasp. "I'll go slow love." He said cupping your cheek he leaned down gently kissing you as he slowly pressed inside you. You slid your arms around his back, digging your nails down his skin as he pulled out thrusting back in, his head dropping to your shoulder as he bottomed out. "God love...you feel amazing.." he panted fisting the sheets. You felt him twitch inside you making you moan "loki...more....please..." you groaned feeling him pull his hips back before pushing back in. You arched your chest up to his, rocking your hips with his feeling every inch of him against your walls.

"Haa..harder...aahhh..." you moaned as he snapped his hips into you sharply making you cry out. He thrust into you at and unforgiving pace, feeling your stomach tighten you reached up gripping his hair hard hearing him growl "g..goooddd..i..im..." you tried, your mind feeling fuzzy as he slammed into you. "Aahh I can feel you...c...come for me love..." he groaned, sliding his arm under your shoulder, holding you to him. You felt your walls clench around him, feeling every inch of him as you came hard screaming his name. "Aaahh....y/n....." he groaned, thrusting inside you holding himself there you felt him spill inside you. He thrust in a few more times before slipping out making you whine. He pressed his forehead to yours, you both panting as you came down.

He lifted his head looking down at you. You reached up, pushing his hair back cupping his cheek "I love you so much y/n." He breathed smiling. "I love you too, so much" You smiled back, lifting up kissing him. "Do you wish to take a bath with me?" He asked starting to get up when you grabbed him pulling him back down. "Not yet.." you said wrapping your arms around him. He rolled into his back pulling you to him, your head resting on his chest hearing his heartbeat making you sigh. "I was thinking...i know you want to see the world, what's say we go on an adventure, just you and me?" He asked rubbing your arm. "Well I would need to check on my father..." you trailed off, your finger tracing his stomach "He is more then welcome here, he'll have everything he needs." Loki said running his fingers through your hair.

You looked up at him smiling "really?" You asked seeing him smile back "Absolutely, our home is his home." He said pushing your hair back. You laid your head back down unable to stop smiling "so, where would you like to go first love?" He asked rubbing your back "as long as we're together, I don't care where we are." You said wrapping your arm around his middle hugging him. "You'll never be without me again love, I swear." He said kissing the top of your head. You closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep wondering what dreams would come since they already came true.....

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[ironstrange1991]

Strange Love (Part 3)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Tony is concerned about the state of Y/N and decides to ask Doctor Strange for help. Gradually, something more than friendship begins to sprout from the relationship between the two.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of past traumas, slight angst

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this. If it's any consolation, know that the next five chapters are already written and I hope to start posting them weekly. (I won't promise, though) Let's see what happens.

Chapter 3: Whole Again

“She's not getting better”  Tony Stark was starting to get worried about you. It had been almost a month since the tragic events in the basement and since then you had barely gotten out of bed, had barely eaten, and had not spoken to anyone.

“Maybe she needs more time, Tony” Pepper said trying to be understanding “Look at everything that happened, it's traumatizing.”

“Where's Strange?” Natasha asked “No one has seen him since that day.”

Tony shrugged “Kamar-Taj. Looks like it's in Nepal. Said he need time to get to know himself now that he have absorbed the other Stranger's powers. Honestly, it sounds very much like a mid-life crisis”

“She and Loki...” Natasha didn’t finished

“I don't know. It is possible that they broke up.”

Tony did not approve your relationship with Loki, but the abrupt way you pushed him away after Doctor Strange's death worried him. Several times Loki had tried to talk to you, but you refused to see him.

"Maybe we should take her to a doctor," Pepper suggested. "Maybe a therapist, someone she could talk to."

“No therapist in the world will be able to talk to her about the things that happened” Tony said discouraged  “I saw it and I'm still trying to believe it”

“All this has been out of the media until now and we want to keep it that way. Talking about these things with anyone outside can be dangerous”  Natasha said apprehensively.

Tony wasn't surprised by the calculating way Romanoff looked at things, and he had to admit that she was right.

“I just want her to get better, but my hands are tied. I do not know what to do.”

  ...

The hours passed before your eyes forming days, weeks, a month...

The memories haunted you, you couldn't believe everything that had happened, you were sad, but it was a strange sadness, it was a bitter and dangerous thing.

You were sitting in an armchair watching the fireplace on, it was daytime but all the curtains were closed.

Someone knocked on the door and you jumped. The door opened, it was Tony.

“I'm loving the new decoration of this place” He said looking at the apartment “Low light, no air, broken glass... I liked it.”

You did not answer.

He approached you “You've been here for four weeks, it's starting to make me nervous” He looked at you, his eyes wide open  “I'm... terrified actually.”

You continued in silence.

“Listen... I can't say I understand what you're feeling... at most I can make a poor comparison with when half the universe was dusted and I lost important people for 5 years... I had to deal with all this pain, but I imagine it's not the same thing for you.

You stared at him with red, swollen eyes. He sat on the couch next to you.

“What I'm trying to say is that I've lost several times... you know that better than anyone, but... at some point we have to move on. You are alive and I am sure that right now you didn’t want to be, but you are. So please listen to me, you need to go back living.”

He sighed putting his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees “It's all so strange out there, everything is so quiet, I've barely been able to work... I... I'm very worried about you. Please y/n, you know I love you, right?”

You looked at him and tears were streaming down your face  “Tony...”

He hugged you and you collapsed on his shoulder in tears.

 “It's okay, put it out.” He let you cry until you calmed down and then he touched your face, pulling your hair behind your ears and stroking it. “It's going to be okay. I know it’s hard but I am here for you. Always.”

He managed to convince you to take a shower and brought food, you sat down at the table, but at the first bite your stomach turned and you pushed the plate away.

He watched you sitting at the other side of the table apprehensively “You didn't like it, ok, I can order something. How about pizza? It’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

You shook your head.

“You need to eat or you'll get sick, please y/n, I'm trying here.”

He gave up trying to get you to eat after a while. He wanted you to come down, but you could barely walk and you were always so tired.

He didn't argue anymore and took you to your room when he realized it was the only thing you wanted. You lay down hugging the pillow. He sighed and sat on the bed leaning against the headboard and pulled you onto his lap. He stroked your hair, touched your forehead a few times.

“You'll get better”  He said apprehensively more to himself than to you “I'll make you feel better.”

   ...

“She's burning with fever” Tony said worried “I don't know what to do.”

“Tony...” Pepper was apprehensive “Maybe its time to take her to see a doctor. Grieve its hard and painful but this… this isn’t only grieve, she is giving up”

Tony ran a hand over his tired face “I'll take care of it“ He said getting up.

"You're not thinking about doing what I think you're going to do," Pepper said in disbelief

“She needs a doctor, you just said!”

Tony knocked on the door of the Sanctum Sanctorum and it opened by itself.

"Strange" he called into the empty, silent hall.

“Stephen Strange is not here at the moment”  Wong replied “Can I help you, Stark?”

Tony ran a hand over his nervous face “Hi Wong, I... I need to talk to Strange, it's... important.”

“Have you tried his cell phone?”

“Funny that you have a sense of humor with that face. Listen, I don't have time for cell phones, I need Strange, NOW”.

A portal opened in the middle of the hall as Tony spoke and Stephen Strange entered  “Stark?”

“You see” Tony said teasing Wong “That's what I was talking about. Cell phone, how absurd!”

Wong walked away leaving the two of them alone.

“What do you need, Stark?”

“You look different”  Tony said making fun as he stalled “You look a bit.. strange.”

“I've heard that joke more times than I could tell and it never gets funny”.

"You'll have to admit it's funny." Tony turned on his heel.

Doctor Strange looked at him apprehensively “What do you need?”

“She's not getting better” Tony said darkly “She doesn't eat, she doesn't get out of bed. This morning she had a very high fever.. I don't know what to do.”

Strange stared at the floor sighing “Tony, I don't think I'm the best person to help her right now.”

“Yeah, I know... that face of yours won't help, but she needs someone who understands and she needs a doctor. You are both. Please… I can’t lose her”

Stephen sighed “I will see her tonight.”

Tony sighed relieved “Thank you, Doctor.”

   ...

You were lost in some dark dream and you couldn't wake up and it was cold, very cold and your whole body was shaking.

“The fever is very high. She won't wake up until we get her temperature back to normal.”

Stephen... you could hear his voice, but he wasn't there. It couldn't be him. Stephen Strange was dead. It was all so dark.

    ...

“The serum will help hydrate the body and the intravenous medication will take effect faster, normalizing her body temperature.”

Stephen Strange was staring at her unconscious on the bed. He couldn't help but feel guilty that he hadn't been able to resolve the situation without going to the extreme end it had.

 “What happened to her, Strange?” Stark asked.

Strange sighed “Trauma manifests itself in different ways. She's been through a lot lately.” Strange could see the exhaustion in Tony Stark. He could fall sick as well if he wasn't careful.

“You should rest, Stark. You need to." The doctor touched Tony's shoulder “Or you will get sick too.”

Tony looked at you lying unconscious.

“I'll stay with her. I can’t leave her alone” Tony insisted.

“I will take care of her. I won't leave her side. I promise”

Stark nodded with another worried look at her and left.

Strange stood at the window watching the night. Something inside him seemed to react to all this strangely. Since receiving his powers, he felt more dangerous, more irritable, it was almost as if together with them he had absorbed traits of the other Doctor Strange's personality and that scared him.

Now as he watched her sleep he noticed that he felt a strange warm in his chest. Feeling uncomfortable with the intensity of that feeling , he left the room leaving the door open and sat in an armchair in the living room.

Those things inside him stirred in response to his unease. He spent the night there, taking turns between the living room and the bedroom. He measured the temperature from time to time and sighed more calmly when he noticed that it began to drop.

It was after 3 am when she finally woke up. He continued to sit in the armchair, watching cautiously. Something inside him said it was a mistake that he was the first person she saw, but there was no other person besides him at her bedside.

   ...

You looked around the dark room and soon noticed something in your hand, a needle connected to an IV bag. You ran a hand over your face and struggled to sit up in bed, but your body didn't respond as you expected, so you saw him watching you from the armchair at the back of the room.

“Strange...is that you?”

He stood up and then you could see his face.

“You woke up. Stark was getting worried.”

Your  heart soared at the sound of his voice and you had to force yourself to understand that this was the Doctor Strange of your  universe. The Doctor Strange you was completely in love with was dead.

 “What happened?”   You asked and your voice cracked as reality hit and memories came to your mind.

He approached the bed “The high fever and severe dehydration made you shut down. You blacked out for hours.”

You nodded without taking your eyes off him. It was impossible to see him the same way now and extremely painful to accept reality.

“Are you feeling better? I can increase the serum so it will end faster.”

Was he there as your doctor? He got up fiddling with the IV and then went to the bed side table and got a stethoscope.

“I will… “ You flinched at his approach and he pretended not to notice. He listened for a while and you watched him. His eyes were deeper and with light circles under them, he looked tired.

“Your lungs are fine, normal heartbeat” He said looking at you awkwardly “It was probably just a malaise due to your fragile emotional state.

You forced yourself to sit up again and he helped you and then to your surprise, he sat down next to you on the bed.

“What happened to you? You disappeared”  You asked, your voice was hoarse.

“I'm fine, do not worry.”

The sound of his voice could still make you tremble, if you closed your eyes it was as if the other Strange was still beside you.

“What... did they do to him?”

“We buried him...” He looked away. “We had to use another name, but I insisted that he had a decent funeral.”

Your eyes filled with tears.

“It wasn't your fault. He was obsessed and corrupted by loss. No one could have saved him.”

“I could have saved him.”

“Giving up your life, and all the people who love you. Y/n, that would not be fair.”

You went silent.

“I also carry some guilt for what happened”.  He sighed “If there wasn't a Doctor Strange in this universe he could have stayed.”

You stared in surprise, You didn't imagine he felt that way “It doesn't make sense!”

“No, it doesn't, but we can't change the way we feel, can we?”

You closed your eyes, a tear running down your cheek.

 “You're gone.”

“I went to Kamar-Taj to seek... knowledge so to speak. I spend some time there”

“And did you find what you were looking for?”

He stared his own trembled hands “Not Enough.”

“He gave his powers to you. He was the most powerful Doctor Strange in the multiverse and don’t ask me how I know that, I just know, and right now that is you”

“I wish he had also delivered the knowledge he acquired over the centuries... I don't know what to do with all this.”

“You have to protect us, it's your job. I know that something big is coming and I thought it was him, but its not, is another thing. I think you need to put yourself together Doctor and protect our reality, our universe. May be that was the reason of this all”

He sighed nodding and Tony knocked on the door entering the room. Stephen got up and stepped away from the bed.

“Hi.”

“You woke up” He smiled approaching you “It's good to see you better.”

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to worry you.”

“Worry? I wasn't worried. Did the Doctor think I was worried?”

Stephen smiled, that was so rare  “He was worried. He was desperated”

“Look, she's smiling, it's an evolution” Tony smiled relieved and you felt guilty for having made him go through all of that.

“She needs to rest” Strange said authoritative is his Doctor mode  “No leaving the house for the next few days. I'll prescribe a medication and a vitamin, soon you'll be feeling much better.”

“I thought you'd give her some kind of potion, you know, some wizard thing.” Tony teased

Doctor Strange walked away writing in a small notebook of recipes ignoring Tony and looked at you smiling “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

“I accompany you Doctor to…”

“It won't be necessary”  He opened a portal and went through it.

Tony stared in disbelief “This guy doesn't care about good manners of etiquette.”

“Tony...”

He sat down next to you and looked at you apprehensively.

“I'm sorry for everything that happened.”

“There is no need to apologize,  you weren't to blame for anything.”

You went silent and so was he. An anxious silence.

“I wasn't going to ask... but I can't stand it...”

“What?” You said without understanding what it was about.

“How did you do that? You not only got rid of Friday's commands, you took control of her functions... I was curious to say the least.”

You sighed, thinking that the best thing was to tell the whole truth”

“Before coming to NY I only had dreams and these sensations and sometimes I heard voices. It was how I knew about you, all of you.”

He nodded.

“Since I got here these skills seem to have expanded exponentially. First it was with Loki, I mentally called to him without even knowing what I was doing and then the visions started and now... I didn't know I could do it, I just did it.

"Telepathically you mean." He didn't seem to believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah. I... managed to access the AI ​​code with my mind. I managed to get into her programming and recalibrate her to respond to me as well.

He smiled seeming to find it all unbelievable “You hacked my AI with your mind... I shouldn't, but I'm proud.”

He made you chuckled. Only Tony could make that after everything.  It was amazing how Tony always managed to make you feel better.

“You saved my life” He said regretfully “I... don't know how to thank you.”

“Your life wouldn’t being in need of saving if I hadn't put everyone here at risk at first place.”

He sighed getting up “You see, that's what you do, you blame yourself for everything, for things that weren't your fault.”

“I should have gone with him..”

“And would you have left me?”  He said challenging you “You say you love me, that I'm everything to you, right? Wrong, because at the first opportunity you were going to walk away and leave me here.

Your eyes filled with tears “I'm sorry, I know I'm wrong... I... I love you Tony, I don't...”

He agreed “Apologies accepted. That said, I'm not going to accept this talk of fate anymore, you understand? We stay together, you and I, whoever wants to separate us is the enemy, do you understand that?”

You nodded and there you stayed cuddled in  your bed and you felt that there were nowhere else where you could be safer.

…

Two weeks have passed since the day Doctor Strange needed  to go to your rescue. He had visited you at other times as a doctor. It was always awkward situations, but you were grateful to him for all the support he gave you.

 You finally felt ready to get out of that apartment. You showered, changed, and went downstairs to the workshop where Tony was absently working. You missed your afternoons working together.

“Need help?”

He smiled.

You helped Tony repair the combat-damaged nanotechnology device. You both spent the whole afternoon there, talking and eventually the subject would have to come up.

“I haven't seen Loki since the last time he came here and you refused to talk to him. I was worried that something might have happened between the two of you.”

You sighed.

“You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, I know it's none of my business, I'm just... I'm worried about you, I'm walking on eggshells here.”

You sat on the floor turning the screwdriver that was in your hand

“He... well, I... asked him for some time. To think, to put everything in order in my head, your know”

Tony looked surprised “Some time, nice...very grown up of you. And what did he say?”

“He was upset, I think I hurt him. I haven't spoken to him since then. And I don’t think I will.”

Tony sighed “Ah this is... complicated. I imagine that as a prince he isn't used to losing. You know that guy wanted to rule an entire planet.”

“I don't... “ You hesitated a little to speak.

Tony walked over and sat on the floor next to you.

“After everything that happened with Strange, the way I felt for him... I don't think I could just erase it all and pretend that nothing happened.”

“Strange explained to me a little of this... thing that happened to you. What madness!”

“Yeah” You chuckled nervously “Everything's still here Tony. It's a little difficult to tell what's real and what's not. I couldn't go on with Loki while I was feeling this way. It wouldn't be right.”

He put his hand on your shoulder “You did the right thing. Stopping, thinking, putting everything in place before taking the next step.”

You shook your head “Then why do I still feel like I failed him?”

Tony looked at you regretfully “Loki will get over it. And soon you'll feel better and you'll be able to pick up where you left off.”  He grimaced  “It's so weird that you have a relationship with the guy who tried to kill me years a go”

You let out a small laugh and were surprised to still be able to laugh “It seems like an eternity ago. Things would be easier if our problem was still Loki trying to rule the planet”

Tony grinned, looked relieved, and again you felt bad for putting him through all that in the last few weeks. “You're right.” He got up and gave you his hand. “Enough of talking, let's get to work.”

…

That night Tony insisted that you should have dinner together. Rhodes was present and you talked normally about anything that didn't involve the tragic fight in the basement.

“I was with the Secretary of State yesterday” Rhodes began “He is adamant about the Accords.”

“Accords? The Sokovia Accords?” you asked confused.

“No” Tony replied “ The Sokovia accords is gone. This one is a little more... flexible so to speak.”

“The current accord requires all persons with special devices or abilities to identify themselves as such and respond to the government in cases of conflict.” Explained Rhodes.

You stiffened. "Doesn't seem so different from the other"

“Don't worry” Tony said to you immediately “Nobody knows about your... abilities and I intend to keep it that way.”

You agreed. Rhodes seemed to disagree. “She needs to be registered, Tony.”

“She won't fight, she doesn't need to.”

Rhodes sighed “What about the wizard?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Doctor Strange and you mentally scolded yourself. It needed to stop. He was someone else entirely. Well, not really. Things got a little messy inside your head.

“Sorcerer” Tony replied  “I think it's the correct term, I don't know.”

Pepper was silent, perhaps worried about the direction of the conversation. She kept looking at you like she was checking your reaction all the time.

“Ross wants him to register himself right away.”

“Oh he's going to love this” Tony put his hand on his face “Technically he was never part of the Avengers, so...”

“Tony it doesn't matter, everyone saw him fighting in NY. Everyone knows him.”

Tony sighed “I'll try to talk to him.”

“I think it's a big waste of everybody's time” You said without holding back. They stared at you. “The order of the Masters of Kamar-Taj protects this city, this planet, this dimension and universe long before the Avengers dreamed of joining. Doctor Strange will not agree to sign this... document. And he doesn’t have to, he is above it all.”

“Ross is not kidding...” Rhodes said preoccupied

“Will they try to force him?” You asked sounding more petulant than you intended. “Strange is not Rogers, they won't want to get in trouble with him.”

Tony rolled his eyes “Yeah, because now he is a super sorcerer with super magical powers”

“Tony, can you stop joking, this is a serious matter” Pepper asked annoyed. “ The idea was to have a calm and decent dinner and you both…” She stared to Tony and Rhodes “… are ruining it”

“Okay, no one will fight with anyone, I'll talk to him.” Tony promised

“And enough of this conversation.” Pepper demanded.

…

You were too restless to sleep and didn't want to be alone, but it was late at night.

Contrary to any notion of self-preservation, you slipped out of the tower and took a taxi to the nearest cemetery. Not all NY cemeteries was open at night, but some few were and you needed to find him, to say your last goodbye. You walked through the graves not knowing what you were looking for in the dark, but there was something in your mind pulling you forward so you knew you were in the right place and then you found him.

Stephen Strade. The headstone was new, the grass growing where the soil had been turned. It could be a coincidence, but something in your mind told you were in the right place.

You looked around at the empty cemetery illuminated only by the moon that was full and yellow that night. You sat there on the floor. The memories coming through your mind, all the times he swore he loved you and his melancholy apology.

Your heart overflowed with desperate sadness and you began to sob and you talked to him like he was still by your side.

“I'm sorry Stephen… I am so, so sorry.”

You were so distracted by your own crying that you didn’t hear someone approaching, it could be anyone.

“It's a little late to visit cemeteries, don't you think?”

You stared at Doctor Strange dressed casually in jeans, a gray tshirt, and a long-sleeved shirt on top.

“I could not sleep.” You said wiping the tears from your face.

He approached you  “Next time let me know and I can medicate you, I'm sure it's safer than walking around NY past 1am.

“I wanted to see him.”

“How did you know he’d be here?”

“I didn't know, but I... felt”

Strange agreed.

You got up, beating the sand off your clothes “It doesn't make much sense, does it? He is no longer here with us.”

Strange sighed closing his fists“I'm not so sure.”

You stared without understanding.

“Come on, I'll take you home.”

You hesitated. He seemed to understand and extended his hand to you “Come on”.

We entered the Sanctum Sanctorum and everything was quiet. The place was a little scary at night.

“May I offer you some tea?”

You agreed and he went ahead and you followed him. Arriving in the kitchen, you sat by the table. Strange used his magic to make tea and it was fascinating to watch him to do those things. He sat across from you handing you a cup.

You sipped and remained silent.

“Tony called me earlier today and said you got better, he seemed confident.”

You smiled nervously “ I've been trying to show that I'm fine in front of him, in fact I'm trying hard to get better for him.”

“Why?”

You went back to taking a sip of your tea “I don't want to worry him. Tony has a lot to worry about, I don't want him to worry about me too.”

“But he does, a lot. He likes you. You are very important to him.”

You smiled “And he is important to me”

Strange agreed, his both hands was crossed over the table “I never understood your relationship. What you are to each other. I know it’s none of my busyness”

You couldn't help but smile. Talking about Tony made you feel good “I love him. More than I ever loved any man. He is the great love of my life...”

Doctor Strange looked perplexed and you pretend you didn’t notice his confusion.

“... he's my father, my brother, an uncle, I don't know... Tony is all that and none of that at the same time, he's my best friend, the person I trust the most in this world.”

He smiled, trying to seem understandable, but he clearly doesn't understand what you were getting at with your answer. “I'm glad you found each other and that you feel that way about him.”

You agreed and he sipped his tea in silence and then as if he couldn't help himself, he asked “And Loki...”

You looked away.

“I'm sorry” He said embarrassed “I don't want to intrude, I just remembered that Tony mentioned that he hadn't seen him in a while and...”

“I haven't seen Loki in weeks, I needed some time.”

He sighed and you were wondering if it was a smile you saw on his face for a second.

He finished his tea “It's not hard to imagine his reaction. He is Loki after all”

“I hurt him, I'm not proud of it, but I think it was the best thing to do for now. I'm still very confused by everything that happened.”

He agreed.

"You seem to have come out of this a little better, assuming you're as good as you look."

“I'm not good at showing feelings.”  He said sighing “Or we can put it this way: I'm very good at not showing feelings.

You nodded understanding very well what he meant.

 “I spent a few weeks at Kamar-Taj. I read what I could about what seemed to suit my situation, but...”

You waited. Your tea long forgotten and cold.

“There is nothing in any book that explains what he did. However he did it, it has never been done in our universe until now.”

“Are you referring to when he gave his powers to you?”

He shook his head no “A simple transfer or drain spell. Highly dangerous, but simple. The question is this…”

He showed his hand and closed his eyes concentrating and in a second it turned into a tentacle right in front of you and his eyes turned red. He forced it back to normal getting embarrassed. “I don't know what this is. I can control it. I am really good at it and some masters told me this could be a valorous weapon against enemies, but I am afraid…”

You sat silently wondering whether or not to mention what you witnessed at the London Sanctum. In the end you decided it was best to be honest and tell what you knew. “In London, in the Sanctum, he fought this thing. I saw it.

“Did he defeat it?”

You denied “He absorbed it. It entered his body.” You sighed “He believed that these things died when he did that, but it seems that they became part of him, a living part inside of him. Suddenly you are not only one, your are a legion.”

Strange agreed “I would like to know how to get rid of it. It's been exhausting trying to keep these things under control.”

“He said it was a curse. I think you will have to learn how to live with it.”

Strange sighed and then changed the subject. “You told Loki what happened between you and...

“Almost everything.”

He was silent and you wondered why he insisted on talking about Loki.

“So you didn't say that...”

“That I slept with him? Yes, I did. That I fell in love with him? No, but fuck it, it doesn't matter anymore.”

To your complete surprise, he smirked. A cocky smirk “Hard to imagine those words coming out of your mouth.”

“You don't know me that well, Doctor”

“I would like to know.”

You were surprised and felt your face heat up. A tension enveloping you both. It made you uncomfortable and you felt the need to get up and step away.

“I think I better go. Tony might be worried.”

He got up too “Oh sure, we don't want to worry Tony Stark.”

You smiled a little sheepishly “Thanks for the tea and the conversation, Strange

“Come whenever you want, I like the company” He smiled “And please, call me Stephen.”

You agreed your cheeks a bit more red than before.

He opened a portal to your apartment.

“Good night, Stephen.”

The portal closed as you passed it and you stood there feeling something you wasn't quite sure what it was.

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secret notes part 2: torete

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Summary: The morning after Stark's NYE party, and your first upload, you're in better spirits and the team assumes it's because you hooked up with someone after the party.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none, really…this is just fluff [let me know if i missed smth tho and i'll update immediately]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love; angst; translations will be in the Author's Notes

"Do you mean to tell me, Brother, that you kissed Lady Y/N at the stroke of midnight last night, and still nothing came of it?" Thor questioned his brother.

"Well, Thor, you entered my chambers barreling in to greet the new year. Do you see Y/N anywhere?" He shook his head. "No. No you do not. You see no one here but myself."

"Despite the offers of those beguiling women who call themselves Angels?" Thor's tone dripped with disbelief. "I saw them surrounding you last night, Brother. They seemed very willing to have kept you company if that was all you desired."

"I desire Y/N. I care not for the willingness of others," Loki answered simply. "To answer the questions boiling in your head, Brother, yes. This does mean that I would rather spend my nights alone than have any other share my bed." 

"I do not understand you, Loki. Your words…they imply a loyalty to Lady Y/N that is reserved for—"

"She has my heart, Brother." Thor's eyes widened at his words. "I cannot, will not, see myself desiring another. Not since my eyes met hers. The next lover I take will be my last, and it can only be her. Every other, no matter how striking they may be, can only pale in comparison to her."

"Brother, you must tell her. Your affections might not be unreturned."

"I will not risk her friendship if they are. I would rather play a painfully platonic role in her life than none at all," he answered Thor dismissively. "She is far too valuable for me to lose. I would rather love her in secrecy and be able to protect her where and when I can, than confess my affections and face her not only rejecting my heart, but rejecting my entire presence in her life."

"Perhaps I will never truly understand you, Brother. I only wish for your happiness but you seem to be content stewing in your self-inflicted pain." 

The sound of your pouting cry broke through their conversation, sending the God of Mischief striding out of his room and into the common area. 

"If you insist on loving her in secrecy, you're terrible at the secrecy, Brother," Thor commented, casually walking down the stairs to where you currently were. Oaf. "Lady Y/N, what ails you this fine morning? And is there anything I may do to help?"

"I can't find my mug. Obnoxiously pink with the words kindly fuck off on the side?" 

"Ah, yes. I do recall seeing your drink holder when our Captain instructed me to unload our dishwasher."

"Thor." Your tone was laced with a threatening aura. "Please tell me you didn't put it on the top shelf."

"I may have," he answered you with a hint of caution in his voice. The scene unfolding before him made Loki chuckle to himself. The formidable God of Thunder being threatened by a significantly smaller Midgardian, the very same one that he wanted nothing more than to lift into his arms and claim as his own. 

You groaned again. "I am this close to climbing up on the stovetop and getting it myself, dammit, Thor." 

"You'll injure yourself, darling," the raven-haired god warned as he walked toward you. "If you require assistance, you simply need ask." 

"Okay I am too hungover to even begin to fathom what's happening. You two? Eye fucking? After I could swear on my drunken ass I saw you kiss at midnight?" Your eyes widened at Stark's words. "Is that why you're in such a good mood, Y/N? Even though you're pissed at Point Break right now, I can see it. You're…less depressing. I can actually look at you without wanting to wrap you in a blanket and give you a mug of hot chocolate—"

"Happy fucking New Year to you, too, Tony," you shot back. "The first slice of toast is yours if it means you shut your hole." The billionaire gave you a sloppy salute. "And whatever the question you were trying to ask was? About me and Loki? No, Tony."

"But you definitely got some," Romanoff chimed in from the stairs. "I know you too well, babes. You have a glow about you."

"Ahh that's our girl," Stark said in an all too chipper tone, holding out a fist your way. You threw him a look and shook your head at him. "Whatever. At least you got laid. I mean, you did get laid, right? You wouldn't get that glow if you got none."

Stark's line of questioning didn't sit right with Loki. Was that what he heard when your door opened and closed twice throughout the night? You had a tryst with someone? The way you answered with a shrug and a coy smile made his heart plummet once more. Was the lack of confirmation and denial an indicator of the affirmative? 

"Let's just say I finally found an outlet," you addressed the two prying team members. "Whether it be something or someone…is my business. And mine alone." Then you turned back to face Loki with wide eyes that almost reminded him of a puppy. "I require assistance. Please." 

When you looked up at him like that it was all he could do to not give in, but a part of him wanted to alleviate the sour mood that your conversation with Romanoff and Stark had put him in, so he decided to have a bit of fun with you. He could have so easily reached the top shelf and handed you your mug; instead he held out his arms toward you. "Come on, then."

You eyed him with incredulity. "So you don't want me to climb the stovetop—"

"This is safer, darling, I promise you."

"Go ahead, babes, climb him," Romanoff quipped from her position at the kitchen island. "Safer than the stovetop."

You glared at the god. "You know that I will, don't you?"

Oh I'm counting on it, he thought to himself, smiling as he watched you shrug and step toward him, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he lifted you up. He shifted you in his arms, the sudden motion causing you to wrap your legs around him, giving the dark-haired Asgardian a delicious glimpse of what your life could be like had you been his. 

You reached out and took your mug. "Thanks, Mischief. You can put me down now."

Instead of heeding your words, he held you up by a single arm as he used his free hand to take the mug from you and gently set it down on the counter. "You're very welcome, darling. But no. No I don't think I will." 

"Wait. What do you mean no?" 

He shifted you in his arm once more, causing you to wrap your arms around him a bit tighter and making him chuckle. "I quite like you this way, my dear Y/N." 

"Loki, I'm serious, put me down." The laughter threatening to bubble out of you betrayed your words; you were not, in fact, serious. Not yet anyway. "You can't just lug me around in your arm all day like a weird captive koala." 

"Why ever not?" He placed his free hand on your back, keeping you stable. "Seems like an interesting endeavor. It would also mean you're mine for the day." 

You huffed in a show of annoyance. "Alam mo pag minsan nakaka-torete ka talaga." 

He chuckled at your words. "You are aware, little mortal, that I am more than capable of understanding what you just said to me--"

"Yeah yeah I know, thanks to your Allspeak," you cut him off, rolling your eyes. "Sometimes it's still better to tell you how fucking annoying you are in my mother tongue." 

"Has anyone ever told you how ravishing you look when you're cross?"

"Mischief, I swear to the God that we don't believe in I will happily break my hand punching your face if you don't put me down right now and I will have no regrets over it." That stilled the god in his tracks and made him release you from his hold. Once your feet were back on solid ground, you gave him a big smile. "Thank you!" 

As you walked away from him, Loki couldn't help but look at you with fondness. You would surely be the death of him, being the little minx that you were. He had to stop himself from blurting out the words at the tip of his tongue after your little exchange. I love you. 

And then the words from earlier began to sunk in. The possibility that you'd taken a lover last night, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Was he still in your chambers? Did you view your previous exchange as nothing but a bit of fun? Was engaging in such banter such a natural thing for you that you thought nothing of it? 

The moment your feet landed on the ground, you turned around and busied yourself with breakfast for the team, deciding on a crustless quiche so you could at least keep your hands busy for a good while and turn your mind off, because it was going all over the place with what just happened. 

As you moved around the kitchen, Loki's words kept on replaying in your head. I quite like you this way. You're mine. Did he really know and he was just trying to see how little effort from him it would take to get you flustered? Was this all a game to him? Was--

"Y/N, if you keep cutting like that we're gonna need Banner to reattach your fingertips," Nat commented from the kitchen island. You looked down and your eyes widened at how dangerously close the knife was to your skin. "You might need another hit of that outlet, whatever it may be. You're still a bit spaced out." 

"And you're still a bit hung over," you bit back. 

"Speaking of hungover," Wanda called out as she descended the stairs. "Why aren't you, Y/N? You drank nearly as much as me and Natasha." 

"I made a plate of pasta last night when the party wrapped up," you answered. "I know  better than to go to sleep drunk. Should've dragged your asses out here with me, I guess." 

"Ohh. That's what I heard when your door opened!" Nat commented, realization dawning on her face. "But yes, next time we're drunk, remember us when you're carbo loading?" You nodded. "You're the best, babes." 

Had you been paying attention to what was happening around your conversation, you would've heard Loki murmur 'Thank the Norns' once he realized that the sound of your door in the early hours of the morning did not come from a lover sneaking out of your chambers. 

"Hi, everybody. Happy New Year!" Peter chirped from the stairs. The team murmured their greetings. "Miss Y/N, was I seeing things at midnight or did you and Mister Loki kiss?" You nodded your answer. "So you two? Finally?" Finally? You had to ask yourself if you saw the spiderling drink anything from the bar last night, narrowing your eyes at him as you shook your head. "Oh." 

"Hold on, that kiss lasted for a literal second, Parker. What did you do at the stroke of midnight that you saw that?"

The kid looked down at the ground as he mumbled, "I jumped." 

You had to put the knife down on the counter before you doubled over in laughter. Yeah. That sounded about right. 

A/N: Heaven help these fools they're so in love--

Translations: Alam mo pag minsan nakaka-torete ka talaga – You know sometimes you really drive me crazy Song Lyrics Translation here

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"I'm fucking gay" I said to myself sometimes louder, sometimes quietly, unfortunately I think several people heard the loud part because they were looking at me, especially Danny was running after me. "Lando, are you grumpy for saying that? Because everyone hears it.” "I am, and when we broke up I was even grumpier, leave me alone, if you want me to, I'm still pregnant with twins from Ollie." Ollie Bearman? What the hell have you been doing?” Danny stopped me from speaking, then tears appeared on my face and I ran away crying. ,,Lokiii where are you????? I want to go back to the fucking fucking hotel!!!!! I can not stand!!!!" I started hitting his chest shaking and throwing up again. "Relax Lando, there are only free training sessions with a break between them." ,, BELIEVE I'M NOT EXCITED I WANT TO GO BACK THERE I HATE IT HERE FUCK ME!!!!" "Deep air says I can do it in myself." "I can do it, I believe in myself, even if I carry two beans Jankó." "MR Norris, we need to talk about beans after training." "No, and I will not have an abortion, this is the final decision, sir." "If he plays for the suspension, then the game has begun." "I'm afraid, Loki, they're not only idiots, they're also strict and they give diets that are impossible or borderline impossible to follow, on top of that they constantly measure our weight and check how much we exercise every day, it's no longer sick, it's fucking pathological."

I leaned against the wall with tears in my eyes and could only scream at the top of my lungs. Leave it!!!! I won't get into that fucking car if they force me to do so at gunpoint." "Well, come in." "Will, Jon, no, these fuckers up there don't even know what I want or what I feel, so no, I'm going to have someone else take my place today and this year." "Leave him for real." "Dude, what will happen to me? We had such a good time together, but what about the photography?" "I'll take photos of the little ones or I don't know if we move to the new place, but the fact that I won't stay in Monaco is fixed." "Do you want to move?" "Yes, everyone has been obsessed with me for a long time, when they see a girl next to me, the tabloids say she's my new girl, when I fuck the boys I loved it, I hate being there." "We understand. Where?" Burying my face in my hands, I started to cry even more and shook my head. "I don't have the faintest idea where America might come into question, I don't know, New York especially Upper, Miami, Los Angeles, but back to England and Bristol and its surroundings or London, I don't have an idea yet, but it's far from there and from the people there."

The news made my fucking blood run cold, I went to see Lando through the journalists because he just said all this in public. ,,A thousand apologies... Fuck you Lando, you said everything openly, even what you shouldn't have!!!! Now you're going to be all over the headlines because of your breakout!!!! "Osc, who excites the bitch, fuck them, they need to know what a fucking little world Formula 1 is and what a fucking little puppet we are for them that they can play with as they please and like, they can suck my dick." We didn't even pay attention, but all the cameras took us and everyone took pictures of us, and even Lando gave them the fucking horse. ,,This is serious? You know you can't say." "Yes, fuck me, just like I'm tired of shit, I'm not acting anymore here, if that's what I want, I'll go to a fucking casting and I don't care how many weeks I am, I'll do it if I get in, okay, but no, as a child, if you didn't know, I was a child actor . Stupid child and I would choose this place over the shitty place right now. Get it.” I ran after him and slapped him. "You know, I was also a child actor, but now it's not about that, it's about what you said shouldn't have happened."

"Child actor, Child actor" I muttered to myself and looked for a cigarette in my back pocket, and for my lip ink, "mhhh Benefit is expensive but... How seriously did you take Oscar from me and throw it away?" Your good fucking mother!!!!!!” I took it out and imitated a fake kick in the ass, and he showed me how the hell you put on makeup if you can't see it. "Because if only you knew that I've been doing this since I was fourteen." ,,Landooooo fuck fourteen???? Are you screwed???? Good tests, huh?” I showed him it was full of liquid flavoring, it was undrinkable and the color was strange, it didn't smell like anything, but it did have a sparkle. "Liquid highliter and put it down, it flows very well." ,,This? It has bristles, but it's also cool." ,,That mascara and eyebrow gel, put my fucking make-up stuff down Osc this is fucking not funny!!!!! That's my contour stick, my foundation, concealer, bronzer, that's my fucking blush, that's my eyeshadow palette, and put it all down. Damn" "Good, okay..." I left Lando, who was just putting some cream on himself. "MR Piastri, where is his teammate?" "I don't know, I think he's already gone with him boyfriend, he has a date today, he said he went there, sir, I can't give him an interview, I'm sorry." I ran back panting with messy hair. ,,What's wrong?" "Fuck the fucking gossip press and they're asking about you." We looked outside and a good number of people gathered, none of us dared to go outside when ten minutes later we heard a knock. "I'm Loki, may I come in?" ,.Of course it is." "This is a fucking crowd, what the hell happened?" "I don't know either, except that some asshole asked me where Lando was, and I lied and saved the best and said that he was on a date with his friend, so I thought he wasn't here anymore." "Oscar, you bastard, we're going down because of you, everyone will know that me and Lando are a couple!!!" "Good, but I didn't tell you he was pregnant." "You wordy bastard Australian, can't you be like that?" "Get me, I'm confessing to them, you scumbags" I ran out angrily, slammed the door behind me and instead did everything against myself, kept my mouth shut, "I'm telling you he's on a date with his partner, leave him alone and on top of that, Lando Norris is gay, so he's not with a girl if they ask you idiots !!!!!” I looked in my phone and all the gossip sites were full of me, "Formula 1 driver Lando Norris is gay." I ran after Oscar, but I didn't really see spit anywhere, "Kill Oscar Piastri, you're bisexual or stupid!!!!" I felt Loki's palm on my back, bit my lip and killed him, "Fucking big scandal and it started as I predicted." "Yes, but I think we should go because I have a reservation at the restaurant at nine in the evening."

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Undeniable (Loki x Reader) - Loki One-Shot, Smut, 18+

This story is also posted on my AO3 and Wattpad.

My Loki Fanfiction Master List can be found here.

This story was inspired by a question I asked myself: "What would have happened if someone else had noticed Loki was posing as Odin before Thor's arrival in Thor: Ragnarok?"

This is written from the perspective of an old acquaintance who, after finally accepting he is truly gone, begins to see through the illusion.

This does explore feelings surrounding death, so please note there are some descriptions of grief in the first part of the story. Also slightly darker Loki than I have written before.

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Loki x Female Reader

18+

Eventual smut central, you have been warned!

5.7K Words

Silence had fallen upon the realm of Asgard following the King's sombre announcement of Prince Loki's death. There were no cries, nor snickers from those who usually maligned his tiresome mischievous nature. Only the solemn, heavy air of loss. It shrouded the assembly, unifying them in sorrow as they listened to the devastating tale of his sacrifice and final act of selflessness. 

Prince Thor was not in attendance, nor was it addressed by the King. People naturally presumed he was buried under the weight of grief for his fallen brother, unable to leave the confines of his rooms to face his people. Or perhaps he wasn't on Asgard at all. It would be equally understandable if he was unable to set foot in the realm he called home if he wasn't returning with his brother by his side.

In the days that passed, your mind refused to acknowledge Loki was truly gone, never to return, until the memorial statue was unveiled. At that moment, you had wanted to disappear into the crowd as you looked up at the golden immortalisation, forever holding his outspread arms skywards. 

Flashes of your stolen time together flittered through your brain one after the other as you gazed upwards, frozen in place. Your thoughts were as impossible to hold on to as they were to halt. Though he had grown distant from you as the years had passed, content on finding his own sense of purpose in the world without you, this did not ease your torment. The memories were so vivid they could have been yesterday. 

Your throat tightened as you looked on. Your knees threatened to buckle as you helplessly repeated the mantra of 'Not here. Not in front of everyone' over and over again. Shakily drawn breaths intensified as you attempted to hold back tears that insistently continued to well. 

When the first tear finally broke through the barrier, you had hastily taken your leave from the ceremony. Your legs fought against you with each arduous step you took, averting your gaze from questioning glances. Despite this, you opted to walk the remaining distance home, unable to speak to beckon transportation. 

In solitude, grief had washed over you, engulfing you completely. Days became weeks, and when the drowning weight of loss eventually began to withdraw, acceptance slowly crept into the space it once occupied. 

There was nothing you could do to rectify the situation. Loki was gone. You no longer pondered whether he had thought of you in his final moments, eventually resigning to the fact that he probably hadn't. It was logical to assume he hadn't thought of you for years. 

At night, doubt began to cloud your memories. Once intimate moments seemed foolish and misinterpreted. You recalled the time his lips had tentatively brushed against yours. One final glance before you locked the memory away for good. Your stomach turned as you remembered you had been too stunned to respond, and he had hastily recoiled from you. 

When you had searched his face for meaning, his eyes had pooled with something unknown. You now identified it as regret. Why else would he have distanced himself from you in the days and weeks that followed? Eventually separating himself entirely. That had been the last time you had ever been alone together. You cringed as you pushed the memory into the depths of your mind, begging it to remain there and not resurface. 

As you tried to go about your days, establishing a new sense of normalcy, you had grown resentful of the statue. Whenever you passed it now, you ensured you cast your eyes down. It was far easier to look at the ground than at his golden immortalisation. It represented misinterpreted events and unrequited desire, and the lid on the secure box of memories in your mind rattled whenever you saw it in the corner of your eye.

"We're going to be late." The words of your maid pulled you from thought. You had mentally drifted away somewhere safe, allowing you to forget where you were headed. As realisation dawned, an unseen force pulled at you, adding resistance to your movements. Your mind screamed against you with each drag of your feet. 

You wanted nothing more than to retreat to seclusion again. The last thing you needed today was a dramatic retelling of Loki's death to plunge you back into sadness. 

The play had already begun when you approached the outdoor theatre. A dense crowd had gathered to watch the new tragedy at the request of the King. Though you were thankful for the wall of bodies that blocked your view of the stage, you were unable to mute your ears from the words of the actors. 

You grimaced at the imitation of Loki's voice. Nothing could ever quite match his melodic deep tones that had often sent a shiver up your spine. Stop. It is not wise to dwell on such things. 

"My lady, surely the King will not refuse a seat beside him. Come." Your feet rooted to the ground, and the maid gently wound her hand around your arm to guide you, pulling you closer to the raised marble pergola. You resisted when she attempted to guide you up the steps, and you muttered "Here is fine" as you sat down, gracefully settling your hands on your lap as you did so.

Although the plays hosted at the theatre often had a flair for dramatics, you couldn't help but furrow your brow at the absurdity of the display that unravelled on the stage. It seemed in poor taste, almost like a mischievous prank of Loki's. You soon cast aside the impossible thought as you looked at the crowd, they were captivated by the tale, and sad whimpers sounded around you.  

You stole a sideways glance at the King who lay unusually relaxed across the forest green velvet sofa he occupied. It surprised you that he showed no signs of the grief you had expected. Guilt pooled in your stomach for judging his demeanour, and you quickly averted your gaze back to the stage as his head began to turn to look at you. 

You were horrified he had nearly caught you openly gawping at him, and your body remained tense as you tried to drag your attention back to the play. As it was approaching its climax, you leaned forwards as you listened to the lines playing out Loki's final moments. 

A loud chuckle snapped your gaze back to the King. He playfully placed a grape in his mouth as he watched on, and his lips sealed around it with a mischievous smug grin. Your heart skipped a beat as you began to look through the facade. You would know that grin anywhere, even if painted upon the face of the so-called King.

As the moment of realisation hit you, his eye met yours, and his expression faltered slightly as he read the look in your eyes.

Bastard. 

He cleared his throat, leering down at you - a wordless warning - before turning away. Your stomach lurched as the ground felt like it fell away from beneath you, and you quickly stood. You felt questioning eyes on you as you teetered, unsteady on your feet. "My lady, are you alright?" You did not respond to your maid, and now fuelled by adrenaline, you bolted through the crowd towards the exit. 

All sense of your surroundings was lost until you heard the familiar slam of your door behind you, and you helplessly collapsed against it. Unable to catch your breath, you crumbled into desperate sobs. 

Loki had been here all along, allowing the realm to mourn him. What selfish desire had brought him to do such a thing? At that moment, you allowed anger to overtake all other emotions. You hated him.

Unable to cry any longer, you eventually dragged yourself to your bed, mindlessly staring at the growing shadows in your room as nightfall approached. 

There was no relief to be found in sleep, if anything it would give way to troubling nightmares and memories you would rather forget. Your mind was numbed to even the insistent knocking on your door.

As the door handle turned and the maid entered, you twitched from your state, quickly snapping "Go away" as you turned over. You did not want to be disturbed. Such a harsh tone had never left your mouth before, and the maid paused before she paced across the room towards you. 

"My lady, the King has requested your presence. You must come at once." You groaned, intent on remaining in the bed, unwilling to hear what he had to say for himself. "Can you pass on my apologies, I don't think I'll be able. I'm unwell." 

Instead of taking her leave, her hand met your shoulder, urging you to turn over to look at her. You reluctantly shifted your weight as she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Guards are waiting outside. I fear they will not accept no for an answer." 

You dragged yourself upright as you acknowledged her words. He had sent guards to retrieve you. When you finally looked at your maid, concern was evident in her eyes.

As you swung your legs from the bed, panic coursed through your veins. If Loki was intent on appearing as King Odin, you were nothing more than a threat to the elaborate lie he had created. He had always been hungry for the throne, and your mind swirled with images of his furious rage directed toward you. 

The maid left you in thought when she left the room to retrieve a basin of warm water, placing it at your bedside when she returned. She gently cleaned your tear-stained face, pity evident as she did so. As her hand smoothed your finally tamed hair, she offered a forced smile that gave no reassurance. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fine, my lady." 

Though you wanted her to be right, you were certain it would not be fine. 

A pair of armoured guards waited for you in the hallway, which only spurred the sense of dread that washed over you. You shouldn't have looked at him, shouldn't have attended the play at all. Your instincts to return to your rooms had been right.

Your legs refused to move, and a guard's hand met the small of your back, guiding you towards the carriage that waited outside, "My lady, the King is waiting." At least he had shown a final kindness for providing transportation, he could have forced you to be marched through the streets of Asgard for all to see. 

When the carriage finally stopped, the only thing you could focus on was the movement of your unsteady legs as the guards escorted you to the throne room. Their Heavy footsteps echoed around the vast room as you entered, and your breath hitched as you took in the intimidating appearance of the King. 

He was annoyed by your delay, impatience evident on his face as he sat atop the imposing throne. A seat he had not earned, and if anything, had stolen from his father. 

You attempted to swallow down the hard lump that had formed in your throat as the guards deposited you at the bottom of the steps that led up to the raised platform. The veil had truly been torn from your eyes, and you saw Loki behind every movement the King made as he shifted in his seat to leer towards you. It was deeply unsettling. 

"That is no way to greet your King. Kneel." 

His words echoed around the room, and defiance coursed through your veins as you remained on your feet. "Leave us" he hissed to the guards, and they cast a questioning glance at you before taking their leave. 

Though they were swift and coordinated with their movements, the clinking sounds of their armour seemed to endlessly trail on as they made their way to the doors. 

As the King's gaze hardened, you were unable to form words, let alone move when he rose from the throne and made his way towards you. Though he had been thorough with his transformation, each step had the undeniable sway of Loki, and your throat constricted further the closer he got. 

You cast your eyes down as he approached the final step, unable to look him in the eye any longer. 

A firm hand met your shoulder. "Insubordination will not be tolerated. You would be wise to recognise your place. Kneel." He began to push you downwards, but your knees refused to bend. 

Anger rose within you at his audacity to continue with the charade. It pushed all other feelings aside as you snapped your head up to look at him. "No. I will only kneel for the King. And you are no King, Loki." 

The sly grin that spread across his face only confirmed you had been correct in your accusation. That was not an expression that belonged to Odin. 

He removed his hand from your shoulder to focus on creating the veil of seidr that began to shroud the room. A silencing charm. Your pulse thundered through your ears, and your eyes widened as you contemplated whether he had cast the charm to conceal your choked final screams. 

His eye narrowed as he looked at you, assessing your reaction. You felt judgement for your reaction. "Did you mourn?" He had not intended for his voice to break through his illusion, and your stomach dropped as you heard Loki's voice for the first time in an age. 

How were you supposed to answer that question? Of course, you had mourned for him. As had the rest of the Kingdom.

Dissatisfied with your failure to answer his question, he raised his arm with a swift movement, placing it against your head. Before you had time to react, he was already prying your mind open, flinging open the secured box of your most private memories. 

It was a new level of invasion he had never subjected you to before, and you desperately tried to fight against his power to no avail. 

Wave after wave of impossible sadness washed over you as his intrusive magic flicked through memory after memory. Your reaction to being told he was dead. The unveiling of the statue. How you had lain in bed each night drowning in thoughts of him. And finally, how you had seen through his illusion earlier that afternoon. 

As he finally retreated from your mind, you dropped to your knees. It was not an act of submission, your legs were simply unable to support you any longer. You were drained by both his seidr and the memories he had forced you to watch along with him. 

You didn't realise you were staring at the floor, desperately panting until his cold hand reached beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back up. 

Your waterlogged eyes did not fall upon the expected view of Odin. You instead looked up at Loki's towering form, the expression on his face completely unreadable. 

Your heartbeat thundered against the walls of your chest, and the colour drained from your complexion as you began to drown in fear of what he would do next. You attempted to glance at his free hand, expecting a dagger to appear at any moment. 

"Look at me." The tone of his voice was eerily cold. You couldn't. You didn't want to look into his eyes as he killed you. Surely he would grant you that final mercy. 

His grip shifted to harshly grab your jaw, beckoning you to look back at him. You instead clenched your eyes closed as you waited for a blade to dig into the soft flesh of your neck. 

You yelped as he released your jaw, and firm hands pulled you up from where you knelt, holding onto you as you blindly teetered on your feet. As his lips crashed into yours, your breathing halted. You were completely frozen in place, unable to react. What the hell is he doing? 

Your eyes tentatively opened as he pulled away from your unresponsive mouth, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotion as he stared down at you. What did he expect? 

"You never told me. Of your feelings toward me." He finally broke the silence. After looking into the depths of your mind, uncovering how you had discovered his secret, that was his response. 

You were emboldened by the rage that welled within you, interpreting his statement as one last torment.

"If you're going to kill me, can you at least grant me the final mercy of doing it quickly? It is hard enough to stand here after you have pried my mind open. You have once again fooled us all. And I was the only one stupid enough to see through your facade. I will not apologise for your mistakes." Your voice faltered as the words endlessly trailed from your mouth, free of any filter. 

He released his grip on you as the unfamiliar feeling of shame rocked his being. He had planned on locking you away in the depths of the dungeons with your mouth silenced, never to see the light of day again as he carried out his duties as King. 

His head spun with versions of the right thing to say, and now with his own filter thrown out the window, his question spilt from his lips before he had time to overthink it. "Do you still love me?" 

You seized the moment he finally showed vulnerability in his eyes. "No. There is a fine line between love and hate. And you have truly pushed me over the edge. I despise you." 

He resisted the urge to flinch, and instead focused on the undeniable lie he felt woven through your words, his astute mind quickly analysing what you could be hiding. "Are you sure about that?" 

You scoffed at the audacity of his question. Of course, you were sure. You despised the fact he had led everyone to believe he was dead, claiming the throne for himself. His softened gaze and hopeful half-smile halted your thoughts.

The longer you stood there in silence, the more desperate he looked for you to respond. It was almost as if he was begging you to stop pushing your memories back behind a fortified wall in your mind. 

You hated him for it. And you hated him. Right?

Unable to withstand his expression any longer, you steered the conversation away from his continued attempts to belittle you. "What have you done with your father? And what of Thor?" 

He looked almost disappointed with your questions, and the vulnerability in his eyes quickly retreated. "Thor is a witless oaf, he is on Midgard." His words dripped with venom. "And the father who left me to rot in chains? He has been dealt with and will continue to spend his final days in the realm he despises the most. A fitting end." 

You contemplated his response, relieved to hear they were still alive. 

"Do you intend on killing me?" you finally asked, and your heart almost skipped a beat with his short response of "No." Your stiffened frame refused to relax, and your mind refused to accept you were potentially not in imminent danger. 

"I wish I could trust you," you replied with a hushed tone. His conflicted expression returned as he took a step closer to you. You should have taken a step away, maintaining the distance between you. But your feet refused to move. "What are you going to do with me?" 

With his previous plans discarded, he truly hadn't thought that far ahead. He quickly formulated a response intended to put you at ease. "How about an offer of keeping you locked in my rooms, rather than the dungeons? Until you prove your loyalty to me, and me alone." Your breath hitched at the answer you had not expected. 

Your mind swirled with ideas of what exactly he intended to do with you, locked away in his rooms with nobody to assist you. Once again your words flowed from your mouth as you contemplated your fate. "That's rather presumptuous of you. And how am I supposed to do that?" 

He moved closer still, and the movement of your heavy breaths almost had your breasts brushing against his chest. Your body betrayed you as a flush crept up your neck. Perhaps you shouldn't have let your final question slip. 

"Oh, I have a few ideas, dove." He leant his face back in towards yours, lingering so close you could feel his warm breath with each exhale. Your body betrayed you yet again as you instinctively licked your lips.

He grasped the opportunity to kiss you before you could move away, and your mind screamed with thoughts of what exactly his aim was with such an action. That was until you felt the warm waves of emotion that finally relaxed your tense body. Perhaps he didn't intend on causing you harm at all. You don't typically kiss your prey before you pounce for the kill. 

You found yourself closing your eyes as you returned the kiss, forcing yourself to hold back and allow him to take the lead when such uncertainty lingered in the air. 

As his arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush to his muscular frame, you were immediately lost to the closeness you had never shared before. He had taken a sledgehammer to your wall of defence, and you were now willingly pouring suppressed emotion into each movement of your lips against his as the kiss intensified. 

When he finally pulled away from you to inhale a ragged breath, you shifted your head back to attempt to read the expression on his face. Your breath hitched when you saw the glaze of desire in his eyes. A desire you had not seen before. Think this through. What if it's yet another action he regrets once the moment has passed? 

Driven by the thought that ran through your mind, you reached down to harshly grab his manhood. You were surprised by your ability to do such a thing, and even more taken aback by the warning that followed; "If you cross me, I will direct my rage to what you treasure above all else." Your grip around him tightened, and his arousal twitched in response. 

"My, there's that bold nature I remember. Where's she been hiding?" His sultry velvet tone washed over you, and a sly grin pulled at the corners of your lips. "I've been behaving myself. Perhaps I should have found such boldness earlier when you were still debating locking me in a cell." You released your grip on his straining member as you responded, and his lips now formed a mischievous grin that mirrored your own. 

"Well, then I encourage you to misbehave more often." Arousal pooled in your core at his words, and he shifted his arms to grab your wrist. He turned away from you as he guided you up the steps that led towards the throne. 

As you both settled on the final platform, he paused, pulling on your arm to turn your body. His chest now pressed against your back as you both looked onwards at the empty throne room. A shiver ran up your spine as he gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, and leaned in close to your ear. Arousal crackled in the thin veil of air between his lips and your flesh.

"Look at it. This could be yours. Endless possibilities within reaching distance. If you submit and pledge your allegiance to me." You leant back into his broad frame as you contemplated his offer.

He placed a kiss against the soft skin of your neck. "Think of the King I could become with such a fine woman by my side." His arms found your waist again, but they soon drifted over your body, enveloping you in his embrace. 

"You can't tell me this isn't what you want. I am willing to admit I was a fool for distancing myself from you so long ago. Perhaps I would have found my ascent to the throne far sooner if I had kept you close." Your eyes closed as he placed his lips against your neck again, continuing to kiss his way across your exposed flesh. 

"I would ask if this is another of your tricks, but it would be foolish to ask the trickster himself." A deep chuckle vibrated against your back, "This is no trick, I assure you." 

"And if I accept your offer, I will be shown to your rooms and not thrust into the arms of the guards who are waiting outside?" He released his embrace to turn you around to face him, holding his hands in place on the curve of your waist as he studied you with awe. He sealed your fate with his reply, "Correct." 

His arousal pressed against you as you shifted closer to him. "Good. We have much to discuss. Prince Loki died with honour, and it's only right we plot his return with the same sentiment in mind." He lapped up your words that now flowed free of any restraint.

"We? Norns, you amaze me. I like this side of you. Alluring, cunning, lethal." You smirked at him, "What can I say, you bring it out of me." You placed a kiss against his lips, and as you pulled away, his head continued to drift forwards to find you again. "Sit." 

He raised a brow at your command. "Sit?" he repeated. "Yes, on your throne." His eyes darkened as he acknowledged your intent to continue this game a little longer, and willingly obliged as he took a step back. 

You swallowed as he settled into the throne with legs astride, waiting for you. His demeanour exuded confidence, and his eyes glistened with dangerous arousal. You could not deny he looked perfectly at home sitting atop the throne of Asgard. Perhaps this was truly where he was destined to be, regardless of how he obtained it.

He looked on with curiosity as you dropped to your knees. Resisting the urge to leer over you, he kept his back leant against the throne. You raised your hands to rest atop his thighs as you looked up at him. "I submit to you, my King." 

A low growl left his throat as you traced your hands up the tight buttery leather of his trousers, exploring the muscular contours that lay beneath. You shifted further and further towards your target, and your hands found the laces that contained his straining manhood. Before you pulled at the strings, you paused to look back up at him. "Allow me to demonstrate my loyalty." 

His breath hitched with anticipation at your words, and unwilling to waste another moment, his trousers disappeared with a shimmer of green seidr. Your palms now pressed against his reddened cock that twitched beneath you, begging to be relieved.

You reached around his girth, and his exhale shuddered as you began to run your hand up and down his intimidating length. He was much larger than you had anticipated, and as you guided him into your mouth, your jaw ached in response to the unfamiliar fullness. Loki did not take his eyes off you for a second. 

The ache quickly melted away as animalistic desire took hold of you under his gaze, and you continued to work further down his shaft with enthusiasm. Breathy moans escaped his mouth as you pleasured him, spurring you to push further. He quickly met the back of your throat as he bucked his hips against you. 

His hand flew to your hair, grasping at your tresses to anchor you against him, and a choked "Fuck" left his mouth as you hummed around him. You were a mess of saliva and tears as you continued to please him, lapping up the sounds of approval he offered. 

As his grip tightened on your hair, you felt his body tense beneath you, and his cock twitched within your mouth. "If you don't stop I'm going to-" You cut his words short as you suctioned around him, increasing your pace as you slid your mouth back down his length. 

He growled "I told you to stop" as he pulled on your hair, the sharp twinge forcing you to halt your movements, and he dragged your head away from him to hungrily drink in your appearance. His free hand shifted to thumb away the moisture on your face. Taking his time, he hummed with approval following each swipe.

"You would be wise to listen to my instruction. When I say stop, you stop. I'm not finished with you yet." He pressed his thumb against your mouth, silencing the response he could see brewing in your mind. You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before you sucked it clean. He immediately dragged his hand away.

Your eyes widened as he left his seat to stand, dragging you up with him. Before you could comprehend what he was doing, you were spun around and thrust towards the now unoccupied throne with a swift, harsh movement. Teetering forwards, your arms automatically reached out to catch yourself, and your hands splayed against the gilded armrests. 

Your clothing dissolved from your body as the cool sensation of his magic washed over your skin, and your flesh prickled with goosebumps in response. He didn't give you a moment to revel in the sensation as he harshly slapped the skin of your now exposed arse cheek, and the sound echoed around the empty room.

"Move. Kneel on the throne. I want to get a good look at you when I take you." You had only just swallowed your yelp of surprise when he issued his command. Your body moved without needing to be asked twice, and your knees quickly felt the warmth of the place he had occupied only moments ago. 

You gripped onto the low back of the throne with whitened knuckles as you awaited his next move. He didn't leave you waiting long, his hands quickly met your inner thighs, prying them open, and you willingly sunk down further as you spread your legs for him. 

He hummed again with approval as his hand met your core, gliding across your slickened folds. You shuddered in response to the much-needed friction, and ground your hips back against him, begging for more. "So wet for me already. But I didn't tell you to move." Your hips ceased their movements immediately, and he dragged his hand away from you. 

"I'm sorry. Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you again. His hands dug into your hips as he anchored you in place, and he watched as he guided the tip of his cock into your wanting core. He held himself there, and you wanted to scream out at that moment. It was deeply arousing yet not enough to satisfy you. You needed all of him. 

"Such a good little whore, aren't you?" You would normally object to such a word, but for Loki, you were willing to be anything for him and the future he had offered. You would be his cold, calculating confidant as he planned his return. And you would most certainly be his obliging whore if that is what he asked of you. You had truly surrendered, accepting him as your King. 

"Answer me," he commanded, his patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to plunge into you. "Yes. I'm your good little whore." He snapped his hips against you with ferocity, and you threw your head back in response to the heady fullness of his cock inside you. He dragged himself from your tight walls before slamming into you again, working his length further into you with each movement. 

You desperately wanted to squirm against him, but his tight grip kept you from moving your hips back against him. "Fuck, Loki," you moaned. The world stilled around you as he buried his remaining inches within you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he poured emotion into each movement of his hips, and he finally dragged his gaze from you as his head fell back, completely lost to the pleasure that engulfed you both. 

As your walls tensed around him with each rippling wave of pleasure that dragged you closer to the edge of release, he plunged back into your depths, quickening his pace as he too chased the same high. Your arms shook with each movement that now rocked you forwards, and your body tensed as your orgasm began to ravage you. 

This only spurred his movements within you, and with a final scream of "Loki" that echoed around the empty chamber, you tipped over the edge of release entirely. His movements began to falter as you clenched around him, impossibly tight, and with a final snap of his hips, he filled you completely with his spend. Your arousal continued to twitch around him as your walls gripped onto him for dear life, and he dragged out your high by grinding his hips against you. 

You had become truly undone for him, and a level of satisfaction you'd never experienced washed over you as he grasped your hair, forcing you to release your grip on the throne. He pulled your upright body against his heaving chest as you both attempted to catch your breath. 

You whimpered as he pulled his cock from your spent core, and he placed a kiss against your neck as he breathed in your intoxicating scent.

His supporting arms dragged you back from where you knelt on the throne, and your feet grazed the floor as he shifted your bodies. He settled back into the throne, perching you on his knee, and his arm wrapped around your frame to draw you into his chest. 

You found comfort in his warmth and purred against him, still heady from the impossible high you had reached. 

"Well, do you?" You hummed as you pondered the meaning behind his question, confused as to what he was asking. "Still love me." Your heart skipped a beat. Surely a raw moment of passion was not enough for you to admit such a thing. "I'm getting there," you responded. 

His lips pulled up into a knowing grin as he sensed the true answer that screamed within your mind. It was undeniable. Yes.

[anonymousfiction211]

41 & 43, loki, smut (possibly enemies to lovers but disregard this part if that's too specific)

thank you, love!

41. 'Are you trying to make me angry?' 43. 'Shut up and/or kiss me'

A/N: this one may be on the long side for a drabble, but it’s still a short story :P So, i’m counting it!

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Not just a fake

How he got stuck running errands, he didn’t know. Well, he did, but he didn’t agree with it. It was actually Stark who was supposed to go with you. But Loki did owe Stark a favour, and he was a man of his word. Even though the two of you didn’t get along, the way your smile disappeared from your face, when Stark told you that Loki would go in his stead. It hurt him. Not that he would ever admit that to you.

Loki still thought that doing errands for everyone was beneath him, he didn’t like the crowds, the consumerism of humans and what he hated most were the lines. He never had to wait in line in Asgard. He missed that. Besides, you wouldn’t let him even get near a bookshop. The one shop that actually interested him.

The two of you walked next to each other in silence. Loki was looking around, silently judging people in his head. But then his eye fell on a new bookstore.

‘Can we go in there? It’s new’ he said.

You looked to where he was pointing and sighed heavily. ‘No way’

‘Why not? We still have to do one hour of errands at, you would be doing us both a favour if we had a break’ he tried to argue.

‘I know you. If I let you in there, I have to drag you out, literally’

He wanted to convince you to let him in anyway. But you weren’t done. ‘Besides, Stark gave me his credit card. And you may be royalty, you also have no money, and I don’t feel like paying for you’ you added.

That hit a nerve. ‘Are you trying to make me angry?!’ he raised his voice a little.

‘I’m just trying to get… oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…’ you said.

‘Beg your pardon?’ he answered, not understanding what was happening. But then he looked ahead. A guy was clearly approaching you, and you looked to be in distress about it.

He felt you pull his arm, making him face you. ‘Kiss me and shut up’ you hissed.

Before he knew what came over you, you had stood on your toes, and he felt your lips on his. After the initial shock washed away, he couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Your lips were softer than he would have thought.

The guy had now reached you and cleared his throat. You broke the kiss and started to introduce him as your boyfriend to the guy. He didn’t look too pleased about that. Loki was paying half attention; his thoughts were still on your lips. The guy left the two of you alone, mumbling something about how he would try to get in contact with you.

‘Sorry, ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t a good relationship and I hoped you as my fake boyfriend would put him off. I think it worked’ you said to him.

‘Was that kiss good enough to earn me some time at the bookstore?’ he smirked. Loving the way, it made you blush a little.

‘Just, 15 minutes all right? Then I’m dragging your ass out of there’ you said while looking down at the ground.

The only thing Loki thought is that you wouldn’t need to drag his ass out of there. He would happily follow you the rest of the afternoon, because he was already thinking of ways to become your boyfriend, and not just a fake one.

[chiefduckgarden]

Champagne Problems

Wanda maximoff x reader

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Based on Taylor Swift's Champagne Problems.

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The cold air of New York filled her lungs as she walked through the streets of the big city. She was back in town after a long time outside the country. But even after all that time, her feet were basically walking on their own as she made her way to the cafe that used to be her favorite some years ago.

The sudden warmth hit her face as she walked through the doors of the establishment, and the familiar smell of coffee and food drew a smile on her face.

- Natasha Romanoff, what a nice surprise! - A male voice shouted from the bar with emotion - It has been a long time since the last time I saw you walking through that door - he continued as the redhead walked towards him.

- Dan, it’s great to see you too - she answered with a soft smile taking a seat in front of the bar - How has everything been around here?

- Oh, we’ve been fine, you know, there has been no more alien invasion or attempts of ancient mythological gods to conquer the city, so, everything has been normal around here - he laughed and the girl did too. The lives of those poor people had not been the same since Loki’s last visit to earth.

- I’m glad to hear that - she said smiling - Can i have a regular coffee? - she asked and the man nodded.

- So, how you’ve been Natasha? Is fighting and protecting our world as tired as i heard? - Dan asked her as he began to prepare her order.

- You tell me. Have you ever blown up an entire country while fighting an army of robots a thousand feet from the ground?

- Oh yeah, the news from Sokovia was definitely a note, what a crazy world isn’t? A whole country completely gone from the face of earth… - the man said, but when he saw the girl’s reaction immediately added - But I’m sure you did what was necessary.

The Russian smirked and nodded without saying a word.

It’s been a while since i last saw Y/N too, how is she? - he said trying to change the conversation.

Natasha felt a knot on her stomach at the mention of your name. It had been a while since someone asked her about you. She was the last person anyone expected to know something about you. Well, at least anyone who knew what had happened between the both of you.

- Oh, Y/N and i are not together anymore. We broke up a few years ago - she said almost in a whisper.

The man handed her the coffee with a surprise expression on his face. He couldn’t believed what he was hearing. You and Natasha… Broke up? How could such an impossible thing could’ve happen?

- I’m sorry Natasha, i wouldn’t have asked if I knew - Dan apologized.

- Don’t worry, not many people outside the team knew about it, it was a very private matter - she said taking a sip of her coffee.

The man just nodded, not sure of what to say.

- Excuse me sir, I’ll have a cappuccino and a bagel please - a voice spoke from the other side of the bar.

- Uhh sure, in a moment - Dan replied giving Natasha one last apologetic look before heading back to work.

She just smile and said goodbye heading towards the door to leave.

5 years ago

- I swear this place has an amazing chocolate cake, and the coffee is also really good, c'mon Natty, come with me - your pleading voice filled the redhead’s room as you were trying to convince her to go with you to a new cafe you found a few days before .

- I don’t feel like going out today honey - she replied from her bed without taking her eyes off the screen in front of her.

You pouted and headed for her.

- Please, I promise you will love it - you tried again putting your best puppy eyes.

She sighed. How could she deny anything to you?

- Okay, let’s go before I change my mind - she said faking a sarcastic tone.

You smile and pecked her lips for a kiss, then you took her by the hand and dragged her outside the compound.

She was happy to be the one that provide you happiness. All she could see was how excited you were to show her this new place, and to share it with her. She felt lucky to be the first person you thought about when something made you happy, to be the one you fell in love with, to be the one to call you hers.

After that afternoon the cafe became your usual place for dates, or just to go to eat. And consequently you became friends with the owner, Dan, a 58 year old man that was very kind and friendly to both of you since day one.

He watched your relationship from the outside for years, three to be exact, and he was sure that you two were perfect soul mates. Also, he was excited to have two avengers as regular costumers.

But then, life showed to have different plans for the both of you.

Because I dropped your hand while dancing

Left you out there standing

Crestfallen on the landing

Champagne problems

Natasha wasn’t sure of when it started, but the constant overwhelming feeling of thinking about the future began to consume her.

If she had to mark a moment, she would say that was when she heard you talk about having an apartment together just for the two of you. Afterward, the idea of ​​a house crossed your mind and you couldn’t stop yourself from talking with her about it.

- Can you imagine having a house for ourselves, and having a dog, or a cat, or… children, perhaps - you said while you were layed on her chest on the bed in your room.

She froze for a moment. A house? Children?

No, she wasn’t ready to think about that yet. But she could tell you were.

So all she did was laugh.

- Sure, maybe someday.

But her tone gave you a bad feeling. You stood from your place and took a sit beside her.

- We’ve been together for almost three years now and almost nothing in our relationship has change since then. Maybe it’s the right time to make a change, like move out of the compound and find a new place, just for you and me - you said with a little bit of disappointment on your voice.

She heard you were getting upset, so she tried to calm you down.

- Okay, baby, let’s chill, we don’t have to fight over this.

- No but let’s talk about it, i was really excited about talking with you about this kind of stuff.

- But why do you want to move out? here are our friends and the people that we love and consider our family - she replied on a try to convince you.

- Yes, but we only go to missions, save the world and then come back in here to wait for another mission. Also, some of them have another place to call home besides the compound.

Okay, you were getting on her nerves now.

- I thought this was enough for you.

You looked at her with teary eyes, about to cry.

- It was but… i thought we were on the same page. My bad - you answered moving your gaze to the ground.

She got that as a sign to leave the room, so she did. She definitely needed a drink.

When she got into the bar that Stark put on the compound for the parties that he used to do after long missions she found Steve and Banner in it. 

- Place for one more? - she said as she placed herself between the two man drinking.

- Sure Romanoff, anything in particular that you’d like? - the blonde man asked her.

- No, anything will be fine, I’m kind of having a rough time - she said quietly.

- What happened? - Banner asked.

She sighed.

- I just had fight with Y/N

- Why? - Steve questioned as he handed a glass to her.

- Well, she wants us to move out to a place for me and her, and basically begin a new life with prospects of starting a family - she said sipping her drink.

- Isn’t that a good thing? That she wants a future with you? - the Cap asked confused.

Natasha thought about it for a moment. Wasn’t that good? Steve understood her silence and smiled friendly at her.

- I know this might seem scary, you never thought there would be chance for you to have a normal life, but Nat, there is a chance, and Y/N knows that. She loves you, maybe you should do it.

And that’s how her night went, hearing Steve talk about how good it’d be if she moved out with you and how great your lives would become.

But something about that didn’t felt right with her. She loved your lives just as how they were. And she didn’t even knew why she couldn’t see herself having that lifestyle with you.

Eventually Steve left the bar to go to sleep and leaving her and Banner alone in the place.

The green man hadn’t speak that much that night, he mostly just listened Rogers talk, just like Natasha.

- What do you think Bruce? Any advice for your friend? - she said taking another shot of liquor.

He smiled slightly, imitating the redhead’s action with the drink.

- Well Nat, I think I kind of understand your feelings. People like you and I don’t get to live a normal life, ever.

- You don’t think i should give a chance to this new phase with Y/N?

- I think you should do what you feel like doing, don’t act just because you are under pressure.

She sighed.

- So you are saying you don’t see yourself living a life like that? With a wife or kids?

He nodded

- That’s right, if i ever get a partner i’ll make sure that she has the same life goals and plans. That she understands my lifestyle and be okay with it, without any strong compromise that could possibly hurt each other’s feelings in the future. This way to live, where we are always saving the world it’s not for everybody, we don’t know if we will ever stop cause the danger can come from anywhere. And i don’t want anyone to waste their time either, people deserve better.

She knew exactly what her friend was talking about, cause she felt the same. It would be sort of impossible for you and her to try to persue a suburban lifestyle, cause your work was a priority. Or at least it was for her.

She kept talking with Bruce about it for a few more minutes and then, both left the bar.

She wasn’t sure if you wanted to see her, so she went straight to her room, maybe you were with Wanda, you had became a good friend of the Sokovian after defeating Ultron. But her surprise was that you were already there waiting for her.

- Hi - you said almost inaudibly.

- Hi - she replied closing the door behind her and walking towards you.

She saw the rednes around your eyes, as a proof of how much you have cried that night. And she felt guilty, you didn’t deserve that.

- Listen Nat, i’m sorry if tonight i tried to push you into anything that you are not ready for, but i really thought that it was the right time to do it - you started talking in a shaky voice.

She felt horrible with herself. How could she hurt you? the person she loved the most was in pain because of her.

- No no no, honey, i’m sorry for how i handled the situation, it’s just that i don’t think i want to have that just yet, maybe we should get married first and…

- Married? - you asked, a slight hope coming from voice.

Oh no. She was giving you a fake hope for something that she might never be ready for.

But the words came out of her mouth before she could even think of what she was saying.

- Yes - she said still unsure - Maybe we can give that step first before doing something else.

You smiled brightly and held her by the neck to crash your lips with hers. Maybe Nat was right, you needed to start slowly.

She felt relaxed after that night, maybe over the time you’ll see how great you two were together without any pressure for the future.

But the clock was ticking for the both of you.

Your mom’s ring in your pocket

My picture in your wallet

Your heart was glass, I dropped it

Champagne problems

Unlike your girlfriend you never stopped thinking about the wedding thing since that night. You were only waiting the right moment to do it, cause you wanted to be the one to propose to Nat. You knew how insecure she was feeling about it and wanted to give her the reassurance to give the next step. You were so ready.

So you began to plan everything, and asked Wanda for help.

Of course, she said yes.

Since the destruction of Sokovia you were the closest person to the girl and you had been there for her anytime she needed it. Cause, for sure Vision was a great friend for her too, but there was something about you that made her feel happy, your presence was like a breath of fresh air to her soul. Everytime you were near, she felt in complete confidence.

But when those feelings started to develop into something deeper, she tried to take a step back.

She knew about your relationship with Natasha and was grateful with the redhead for sharing you with her. The russian girl never showed any kind of jealous about your friendship, and Wanda didn’t want to betray Nat’s trust. So she tried to put those feelings aside. But undoubtedly they were still there, making your engagement, being like hell for her.

- I’m gonna go for the rings to my old parent’s house next week and gonna ask Stark about doing the proposal at the compound, with all of our friends - you said to Wanda, who was with you in your favorite cafe, chatting about the proposal planning.

- That’s great, it’ll be intimate but with your closest friends with you - she agreed - So you’re giving her your mom’s ring?

- Yes, she told me that she wanted me to give that ring to the girl i married, and for me to wear my father’s. It will be something very special.

She wished she was that girl.

You both continued talking for a while longer without knowing that it was the last time you would be in that cafe.

Natasha was completely unaware of your plans, she thought you were taking your space after your last fight. No one but you, Wanda and Tony knew about the proposal.

You told your family for a reason

You couldn’t keep it in

Your sister splashed out on the bottle

Now no one’s celebrating

Dom Pérignon, you brought it

No crowd of friends applauded

Your hometown skeptics called it

Champagne Problems

And the day finally came. Stark told the team that they were having an intimate party just for them. They knew that he always liked to have parties for no reason, so they just confirmed their attendance without asking anything more. The only requirement was to be as stylish as possible, because “they couldn’t look like homeless all the time” in Stark’s words.

You chose a cute black suit tailored for you and a matching pair of high heels. “You looked amazing,” in Wanda’s words.

Natasha wore a silver-gray dress that fell just above her knees. “She looked like a Goddess” in your own words.

Dinner was fine, you and the team were chatting about anything and everything. Every single one of your friends was there: Sam, Bucky, Clint with Laura, Cap, Banner, Thor, Wanda, Maria Hill, Stark, Pepper, Vision, Peter and even Nick Fury himself was there. He might not be close to you but he was special for Natasha, so you asked Stark to invite him over.

You couldn’t stop to feel butterflies on your stomach. Wanda squeezed your hand giving you a supportive look. “It’s gonna be fine” she whispered in your ear. Stark gave you a sign that he had ready the champagne to celebrate as soon as Natasha said yes.

You gave a last glance to the Natasha’s picture you always kept with you in your wallet.

You were ready.

It was time.

You had a speech, you’re speechless

Love slipped beyond your reaches

And I couldn’t give a reason

Champagne problems

You got up from your chair and caught everyone’s attention by tapping your fork against your glass.

Suddenly the room was silent and everyone’s eyes were on you. You felt your blood run to your face as you flushed, but then you started to talk.

- Goodnight everybody, I hope you had a great dinner and a great night as well. Tonight you came here by Tony’s call, but I’m the one who asked him to get all of you gathered together.

Natasha was confused, why didn’t you tell her that dinner was your idea?

She looked for Tony’s face and she saw him smiling and holding a champagne bottle. Then she found Banner’s look on her, he was given her a sad smile, almost pity.

What was happening?

Bruce heard from Tony what were your plans for the night a few minutes ago. He knew Natasha’s feelings, so he couldn’t help but feel pity for you, and for her.

- As everyone here knows, me and this beautiful woman have been together for almost 3 years now. We’ve been through very different situations and plenty of experiences that made me realized she is the love of my life, and the girl i want by my side for eternity…

Wanda, sitting right beside you, was heartbreaking. She was holding a soft smile to give you confidence, but in the inside all she wanted to do was ask you to don’t ask Natasha for marriage. But everything was settled, after that night you would be Natasha’s forever.

The Sokovian saw you getting in one knee front of your girlfriend, taking a little red velvet box out of your pocket.

A bucket of cold water hit on Natasha in that instant.

- Natasha…

- No, Y/N, no, I’m sorry - she cut you off before you could even start your special speech for her.

Everyone in the room was in complete silence after that, the only sounds that could be heard was the music playing in the background, Natasha’s heels walking out of the room and her sobs. She ran out crying.

But you, you were frozen still on your knee. All you could feel was a pain in your chest as you began to be aware of what had just happened.

Reality hit you.

She said no.

Wanda took a few seconds to react to the situation, but the sudden splash of the champagne that Tony was holding took her out her thoughts. Everyone looked at him and the man’s face turned all red whilst trying to stop the liquid.

- Okay people, the party is over, let’s give her some space, everybody out of this room now - Tony said, still trying to stop the drink, and everyone obeyed him in a hurry.

Only Wanda and Vision stayed.

Wanda went straight to help you to stand up, but you fell on both of your knees instead.

- Y/N... - she said your name with sadness.

You said nothing. Everything went blurry from that moment on. You weren’t sure if it was because of your tears or because you felt like you could pass out at any moment.

- Vis, help me sit her on the chair please - she said and the android took you gently by the arm so you could use him as a support, passing a hand on your back to help you walk.

When you made it to the chair your tears began to fall down as you started to cry.

Wanda knew in advance that it will take a while before you could start to talk about the situation. She asked Vision to leave te room so you could cry as long as you wanted.

She would be there with you.

Being honest, she couldn’t understand Natasha’s actions. Even she knew that the redhead was head over heels for you, and she expected the girl to say yes. She was as confused as the rest of the team.

Your crying brought her out of her thoughts some minutes after, your eyes were all red as was your face. You were a mess.

- I wanna go to my room, please - you asked her between sobs, she nodded and took your hand to lead you upstairs.

When the two of you were in front of your door, you realized that it would be a torture for you to walk in when everything in that room could remind you of Natasha.

- Can we go to your room? I don’t wanna go inside mine - you said to Wanda.

- Yes, of course - she replied and lead you both to her room.

Once in there you continued crying. How could she ever did such a thing to you? Natasha was supposed to be your eternal love but now all she had done was rip your heart out without thinking twice.

Your head was on Wanda’s lap as she was caressing your back and your hair, singing a Sokovian lullaby softly. You didn’t know what she was saying but it was so relaxing that you stayed like that for minutes.

- I can’t believe what she said - you finally spoke - I thought she loved me.

- I’m sure she loves you Y/N, maybe she just freaked out - she tried to convince you it could have been a first reaction from her part.

- Clearly she doesn’t love me as much as I love her - you said with a sad tone, and began to cry again.

- Don’t overwhelmed yourself with those thoughts, you haven’t spoke to her yet

- You’re right, she hasn’t even come to talk to me.

Wanda didn’t say anything else. She couldn’t keep trying to justify Nat’s actions anymore, it had been a while since the dinner events and the redhead hadn’t shown up since she ran out.

So she just let you vent with her for as long as you needed.

The person who you loved the most had just broke you. It didn’t matter what her reasons were, all you knew in that moment was that Natasha didn’t want to spend the rest of her life with you. The worse thing was that you truly believed in her word on what she told you a few weeks ago, you believed she wanted to go slow, step by step. But now you knew that Natasha wasn’t sure to even start.

- Can I spend the night with you? I don’t want to be alone right now - you asked Wanda, hoping for her to say yes.

- Of course, I’m not letting you be on your own tonight - she said with a soft smile - I’ll lend you a pajama so you can be more comfortable okay?

You just nodded and let the girl take care of you.

Although your mind was begging you to get some rest, you couldn’t help but wonder where Natasha was and what was she doing.

—

The moment she ran out of the dining room she headed outside the compound, in needing of fresh air. Her tears were all over her face and she screamed in pain knowing that everybody was still inside and no one could hear her.

What have she done?

Everything felt like a nightmare. All she could remember was your face fulled with pain the moment she cut your speech out to tell you no.

She cried again at the remind of her own words.

But she needed to stop you before you could start to proclaim your love for her, otherwise she would have accept the engagement and made you believe she wanted to get married.

Now she was wondering if she made the right thing. You prepared a whole night for her and she just screwed everything up.

But why would you? She knew she told you that marriage was an option for her, but she never expected for you to propose to her.

But you did, and she said no. In front of all of your friends. She left you kneeled with the ring on your hand.

- I’m a monster - she whispered to herself.

The sound of steps on the grass caught her attention. Clint and Banner were approaching towards her.

- Nat - Clint said as he came closer - Oh Nat...

- Clint, please, I want to be alone now - she requested.

But the man held her in a hug and she broke inside his arms.

- I’m a horrible person - she said between her crying.

- No, Nat you’re not - he tried to comfort her.

- I just broke her heart

He and Banner didn’t say a word. They knew Natasha had just messed up her relationship, the moment had been awful not just for the two girls but for the whole people watching. No one was expecting such a twist in the night.

- Where is she? - Nat asked breaking the hug.

- Wanda and Vision are with her in the dining room.

She nodded and hugged Clint again.

The three of them sat on the little bench of the garden and Banner gave his blazer to Nat so she could be warm.

- What am I supposed to do? I don’t think she’ll ever talk to me again - Nat finally said after a few minutes.

- But you both need to talk, what just happened is something huge for the two of you and your relationship - Clint said

- I know but, maybe if we talk it’ll be just to… - before she could finish her sentence her tears came out of her eyes. Natasha realized that everything was over for the both of you. The talk you will have would be the final talk. To finish everything.

- You’re not sure about getting married, right? - Clint asked her friend.

She shook her head side to side. He understood.

- So you would rather finish everything with Y/N before do something you don’t want to do? - Bruce said.

- Banner I don’t think Nat… - Clint tried to interrupt him but the doctor kept talking.

- No Clint, I’m seriously asking cause what happened in there was not a joke. Nat needs to begin to think about what she wants for hers and Y/N’s future.

- Maybe she doesn’t need to figure everything out just yet - Clint said.

- I just don’t think that’s fair for Y/N - Banner said before standing from the bench to look at Nat - You know what you want Nat, if you’re sure you can handle marriage then go and tell it to Y/N. But if you like your life just as how it is so far, you need to start to think about what is going to happen. I told you, this way to live is not for everybody, make sure Y/N is part of the people who understand that.

Then the doctor said goodbye and left the pair of friends alone.

- Clint I don’t think I’ll ever want to be married - she spit out of nowhere

The man sighed.

- Are you sure Nat? Like never? Not even to Y/N?

She shook her head.

- No… - the redhead paused for a second - And don’t get me wrong, i love her so much, i would love to have her in my life forever… But i don’t think i can give her the life she wants, the life she deserves.

- But if you want to be with her, what would be the difference between being married or not?

- Because she wants more. She talked to me about buying a house and having pets and children. She wants a family lifestyle and I don’t. I like our lives just as they are so far, living here, going on missions and saving the day; and it’s been amazing having her by my side all this time, but that’s not enough for her anymore.

That’s when it dawned on Natasha what she needed to do.

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

“This dorm was once a madhouse”

I made a joke, “Well, it’s made for me”

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don’t think we’ll say that word again

And soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

Your friends were unsure about what to do. Some of them were in the bar waiting for news about you and Natasha, mostly hoping it was a misunderstanding and that you would be engaged by the end of the night.

But as the time went by some of them understood that the situation was worse than they could have imagined, and they started to either go to their rooms in the compound or leave to go home, all worried for what would come for the two of you.

The only person who didn’t seem shocked at all was Nick Fury. That man knew Natasha well enough to know that she was not getting married now or ever. And for a split of second he felt sorry for you, cause he already knew what Natasha was about to do.

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready, so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don’t know the answer

‘Til someone’s on their knees and asks you

You woke up late the next day, not wanting to leave Wanda’s room. You were terrified by the idea of finding Nat on the halls, so Wanda brought your breakfast to her room and some of your clothes for you to wear.

Nat didn’t come out of her room that day either, Steve went talk to her as he did to you too, but Nat had took a decision, she was just waiting to find the right words to go to talk to you.

By five in the afternoon she knew it was time to face it, so she encouraged herself and walked to your room hoping to find you in there.

She opened the door looking for your presence, but she found and empty room with the lights out.

- She’s not in there - Wanda’s voice told her from the hall - She spent the night in my room.

Natasha turned around to find Wanda holding a tray of food.

- This is her meal. Do you want to take it to her? She hasn't eat anything since breakfast - the brunette girl offered to Nat.

Romanoff just nodded and took the tray.

- Thanks Wanda, thanks for taking care of her last night - Nat said on their way to Wanda’s room

- Don’t worry Nat, Y/N is my friend, I would do anything for her

- Is she mad at me?

- No, i don’t think so, mostly sad and disappointed - Wanda said - But she wants to talk with you, she was waiting for you to come over last night.

- I know, but i also needed to do some thinking, now i’m sure about what i’m gonna say - Natasha told her as they stood in front of the door.

- Natasha, please don’t break her heart - Wanda said softly before the redhead could get inside the room.

The russian similed sadly at the girl.

- Wanda, after this Y/N is going to need you all the way. Please make sure she doesn’t drown herself in sadness and pain. She deserves a better life than the one i could ever offer. Make sure she finds someone good enough for her. Could you do me that favor?

Wanda said nothing. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Natasha was going to break up with you definitely.

Natasha opened the door to get in and closed it behind her.

- Wanda I told you I’m not hungry - she heard your voice from under the blankets, you were all covered up from head to toe.

- Y/N - the woman said your name.

You froze the moment you heard her voice. You were worried to get out of the blankets and face her.

- Could you please get out of the bed? You need to eat and… We need to talk - she said placing the tray of food on the counter beside the bed.

You said nothing, still all curled up on mattress.

- Please Y/N, look at me…

- No, Natasha, I don’t wanna look at you - you said.

- We need to talk, is important.

- What do you wanna talk about!? - you yelled in exasperation as you came out of the blankets - Oh yeah, about how you shut me down last night when i was giving you my heart? When I was about to propose to you?

She jumped a little due the sudden change in the atmosphere. Just as Wanda said, she saw the disappointment in your eyes.

- Please, let me explain…

- You said you wanted to go slow, step by step, and even after being together for almost three years i gave you that - you cut her off.

- Yeah I know but-

- You said that we should get married first, and i gave you that, or at least I tried - you chuckled bitterly.

- I know, and I’m so sorry for giving you non-existent hopes, but…

- non-existent hopes? What do you mean? - you asked her with a broken voice.

She sighed.

- I don’t want to get married Y/N, never - she said.

You felt your heart break as the tears began to roll down your cheeks.

- And i’m sorry for making you believe that I would do it one day, but i thought you would forget the subject eventually.

- Forget the subject? Natasha i told you i wanted to have a family with you one day, why would I forget my intentions on marry you? - anger began to run through your body.

- That is the problem Y/N, i don’t see myself having that life, i don’t wanna have a family or have a perfect house with a picket fence - she mentioned, breaking your heart in the process.

You were speechless after that, so she kept talking.

- I like my life and i like my job, do you think the danger or the bad guys will wait for us to have our perfect Barbie life before attacking again?

- So you want to do this forever? - you questioned, finally realizing what she was saying.

- Yes, i want that... I don't know if it's because of my past - she said with trembling lips - You know I can't have children, the red room trained me to only do my job... I guess that's why the idea of a "family" never crossed my mind, it dawned on me the idea of only do this way before I met you...

You gulped, Natasha have told you about her life in the red room, but she mentioned this aspect before.

- Why didn't you tell me? - you asked getting closer, caressing her cheek and Natasha closing her eyes at your touch - Natty we can change that, I want you to know that we can have a life together...

She shook her head, opening her eyes.

- No Y/N, i don't want it - she said in a whisper - I just don't want it, and it’s unfair for you because you want and deserve something i can’t give you, you deserve something better… Someone better…

You shook your head denying, not liking where this was heading.

- No, no, Nat, please - you plead in a whisper - Don’t do this… Please…

She stared at you, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

- I’m sorry Y/N…

- No, I’m sure we can make this work, we can… - you cried, looking right into her eyes - Please just don’t… Please.

The silence in the room felt like hell. The both of you knew what was about to happen.

- Y/N…

- Nat…

She would’ve made such a lovely bride

What a shame she’s fucked in her head, “ they said

But you’ll find the real thing instead

She’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred

And hold your hand while dancing

Never leave you standing

Crestfallen on the landing

With champagne problems

The following days you locked yourself in Wanda’s room again, refusing to go out, speaking exclusively to Wanda. The rest of the team didn’t force you to go out either, they were worried about you, but thanks to Wanda, they at least were sure you were still breathing.

After a week, you knew it was time to get out. You wanted to avoid Natasha at all costs. You were not ready to talk or see her again yet. But soon you found out that was not happening.

- She left the compound yesterday, Tony sent her to an undercover mission to Asia with Bruce, Steve and Clint - Wanda told you.

Wow, you weren’t expecting that. She literally left you out of her life in less than one week.

Soon everyone knew that you had broken up with her definitely, and your teammates were in complete shock.

"I can’t believe they broke up”

“It would have been a beautiful wedding”

“Poor Y/N she must be destroyed”

“I really believed they would end up together”

The time passed by and you couldn’t help to hear some of the things the people said about you and Natasha. It was incredibly painful the first weeks, but luckily you had Wanda. She was with you the whole time, holding your hand and cleaning you tears, never leaving your side.

After four months Wanda told you that Natasha had finished her mission on Asia and that she and the rest of the boys were coming back to the compound on the following days.

For sure you’d been a long way on your healing process, but weren’t ready to see her again yet.

- I don’t think i wanna be here when she comes back, Wanda i need to leave this place before her arrival - you told the girl.

- You want to leave? - she asked worried that you might want to go alone.

- I want us to leave, Wanda come with me, you’ve been with me this whole time, you are my rock, I don’t think i can make it without you… But if you want to stay i completely understand…

- Oh Y/N - she cut you off cupping your face with her hands and smiling at you - I’m sure you can make anything you want all by yourself, but i’ll be glad to go with you anywhere you want.

You stared at her eyes, feeling a warm sensation and then you kissed the palm of her hand that was on your face, making the girl’s heart skip like crazy.

Wanda knew that you were still healing, and that Natasha’s wound was a deep one. But she felt hope that someday you would fall for her just as hard as you did for the russian. She would never leave you, she would give you the life you deserve.

That night you both talked with Tony about your plans and your reasons to leave. The man told you that there was a house, in Belgium that was big enough for the two of you and that was completely out of the radar, so you would have privacy. He also said that you could work for Stark Industries from there to earn some money.

You accepted immediately, and Tony told you that it was possible they might still need Wanda in the future to help the team occasionally. She agreed and the next night the both of you left for Belgium, so when Natasha was back you were completely gone.

Present day

After heading out the cafe Natasha walked to the park where she told Steve to wait for her.

She saw him sat on a bench next to his motorcycle.

- Hello stranger - she said once she was near enough for him to hear her.

He looked up and smiled at his friend. It was been a while since the last time he saw her. One year and a half to be concrete.

- Romanoff, it’s good to see you again - he said as he stood up to hug the woman.

She felt good with the embrace.

- I know, but I’m finally back. How’s been everything around here? - she asked taking a sit on the bench.

- Well you know, we hit the bad guys and teach them some manners.

They both laughed.

- How are you? - he asked this time

- Good, everything’s been good. Just needed to solved some family issues that I had pendant, but now I’m available again for the Avengers.

- Well you are more than welcome, we need our Widow back.

Steve received a message from Tony, it was time for the party.

- Are you ready to go? Stark it’s asking for us - the man said as he stood up to the motorcycle.

- Sure, i wanna see everyone - she said happily.

Then Steve remembered that there was something he needed to tell her.

- Uhmm Nat… Y/N and Wanda will be there too - he said.

Natasha felt a knot on her stomach again, your name was giving her goosebumps.

- I know, Tony told me when he called me to come, i’m fine with that - she answered, lying in the last part.

He sighed.

- Okay Romanoff, let’s go.

The way to the compound was a little long, and she couldn’t stop her mind from thinking of you.

She wasn’t updated with all of your life, but the last thing she heard about you was that you were now in a relationship with Wanda since 2 years ago and that you were still living on Belgium.

She was happy for you, but the sensation of a hole on her stomach by the thought of you, building your life with someone else, was still there.

In all those years, there was a time where she found herself wondering, how would it be if you were still with her? She hadn’t changed her mind about the marriage idea, but then she thought that she could have changed it for you.

But in the moment she left you, she was sure of what she was doing, maybe still being so immature at that moment.

—

It was being great to see everyone again, it’s been so long since the last time you have been in the compound. Wanda used to visit it a little more often than you because of her missions, but in the last year she stayed with you at home. Both had left the superhero life.

You and Wanda were married now, a half year ago you had a very private wedding at Belgium. You asked her to marry you after one year and a half of dating, and she said yes. Only Pepper and Tony knew about it cause they were the only guests to the dinner celebration. Now you were thinking about starting a family soon. Wanda told you she would love to have two kids. And you couldn’t be happier about it. That woman turned into your entire world since the moment she dropped her life in America and followed you to Europe without thinking twice. She might not be your first love, but she definitely is the love of your life.

- Are you okay sweetie? You zoned out for a moment - your wife’s voice took you out of your trance.

You look up to meet her eyes and smiled at her.

- Yes honey, i’m fine, i was just thinking about everything we’ve been through since the moment we left this compound - you said grabbing her waist to put her closer to you - And about how i’m so lucky to have you.

Wanda smiled and kissed you before giving you hug.

She was so happy that you were finally hers, that you loved her the way she always wanted, that she was the only one that get to call you wife and that she will be the mother of your future children.

Your moment was interrupted by Pepper and Tony, whom went to say hello. They became your closest friends since the moment Tony give you the house (that ended up being almost a Mansion, but for Tony it was just “big enough for the two of you”), and the happy couple was like family now to you.

Pepper stole your wife from your side to have a chat and you and Tony started to talk about Stark Industries. After so many years of working for him, you became his right hand for the business. It was a hard work, but the money you were earning was making it worth.

After a few minutes you saw Steve coming into the party, and your heart stopped for a second when you saw who was with him.

- Y/N - Tony said awkwardly - I might forgot to tell you that Romanoff was coming today.

You saw her greeting everyone on the room happily. She was blonde now. But, contrary of what anyone could think, all the sadness and anger you had against her on the past, was gone now.

Of course it was shocking for you to see her again after all those years, but you felt nothing more with her presence. No joy, no anger, no sadness, no disappointment… You just felt nothing after that initial surprise.

You knew nothing about her life on those years, only that Tony and Wanda told you that she was with Banner from time to time, and that she was still being an Avenger.

- Sweetheart - Wanda called for you holding your hand. Judging by her face you could tell that she had seen Natasha as well.

- I know darling, i’m fine - you assured her and kissed her hand gently to let her know that everything was fine.

Natasha saw you next to Stark from the very first moment that she walked inside the room, but seeing her friends again took you out of her mind for some minutes. But when she went to greet Tony you were no longer there.

She spent the whole party trying to avoid you, and ignoring the knot on her stomach everytime she saw you and Wanda sharing moments.

From afar, she could recognize a ring placed on your left hand, and she saw the pair of that ring on Wanda’s hand. She understood in that moment that, either you were engaged, or already married with the girl.

By the end of the night there was only the team left, still chatting and drinking. Eventually the wedding subject came out and everyone seemed excited to know everything about it.

- What i wanna know is why you only invited Stark? I thought we were besties Y/N - you heard Sam joking.

You and Wanda laughed, you were happy to finally talk about you special day with your friends.

- I promise to convince my wife to do a party here in New York to share with you guys - Wanda said and everyone cheered at the idea.

Everyone except Natasha. She was with Bruce in the bar on her attempt to avoid jeopardize the chat about you and your wife for the rest of the team.

Bruce tried to distract her from your conversation but totally failed. Natasha was not paying any attention to the doctor. Her mind was on you.

She saw how you held Wanda’s hand to give it a kiss, talking about how your wedding day had been one of the best in your life. She heard about your plans for the future and how you were finally getting everything you ever dreamed about.

It was like slow motion for her, watching you so happy with your wife by your side.

And she understood that the decision she took years ago was the right one. She couldn’t had ever give you the life you had now. And she was grateful with Wanda for make you so happy. In your life there was no space for her uncertain lifestyle; there were no space for it in the past, and there was no space for it now in the future.

She heard a slow music begin to play and the lighting of the room suddenly shifted to a warmer tone, with a spotlight on the center for you and Wanda. The team made you both dance as soon as they knew you didn’t had a dance on your wedding night. Everybody was staring at you with bright smiles on their faces as you and Wanda danced around the room like nobody else was there.

And Natasha smiled too. She was happy for you.

Your mom’s ring in your pocket

Her picture in your wallet

You won’t remember all my

Champagne problems

You won’t remember all my

Champagne problems