#so maybe the next few chapters are you and loki getting to know each other again

[lokisprettygirl]

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

Read chapter 35 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 36

Summary : Loki's torture ends as after years of separation he finds his way back to you.

Warning: 18+, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, mention of pregnancy, infertility, gif is how he looked ;)

When Loki had chosen to fix the timeline again he knew he'd be in his own personal hell that he himself had created for the next few years of his life. When Frigga died all he wanted to do was run back to you so you'd hold him in your arms and comfort him but he couldn't.

After the events of Svartalfheim he pretended to be deceased and moved to midgard for a while until Thor had found him again.. he had promised the ancient one that he wouldn't interfere in your life and he didn't, first few weeks were the hardest for him, worst, at times he thought that he'd rather go through Thanos's torture again then go through this.

He wasn't able to sleep or do anything but he stayed strong, for you, for both of you. He missed you with every inch of his life, the only thing keeping him going forward was the assurance that each and every day was only bringing him closer to you.

Seven years was a long time, every morning as he awakened he thought of you and his heart broke in pieces as he realized that you must have been sad and lonely at times as well, feeling as if you're life was meaningless, fearing that you'd never fall in love with a man, would never feel the heat you so badly craved and he knew you'd feel that way for a long time to come. And he wouldn't be able to stop you from hurting this way, he really wished he could have loved you better than this but he felt helpless, time was never really on his side.

For a god seven years weren't really much but you were just a mortal.. and he knew with every passing year you were only losing more hope, losing more life as he just moved on with his own and did nothing..

Two years passed somehow and he knew you'd go on to marry Strange during this time period, he knew all about what was going to happen and he couldn't stop the precious love of his life as she got tied to another man.

As she became a wife but certainly not his.

....

"Happy birthday sweetheart" you heard your mom's voice on the phone , she was the only one to call you after Mrs Geller, at least they remembered your birthday because your own husband didn't.

"Thanks mom, what are you doing?" you asked her so she sighed,

"Y/n you know you are 35 now, you don't have much time left, are you both planning to have kids or not?" you groaned internally as she said that. You haven't really told her the truth yet. Sure your sex life was as bland as a weak tea but that didn't mean you didn't want kids of your own, you really did but nothing worked.

Even though your body was healthy and hospitable as your doctors had told you, you couldn't just get pregnant, you thought maybe Stephen was infertile but he was perfectly fine in that department as well, it was a medical mystery why you weren't able to get pregnant.

"Is that the only thing you think of all the time mom?" You asked her, bit annoyed by her inquiry. Well you were very annoyed.

"Of Course I do"

She answered so you rolled your eyes, once she hung up you got out of the bed and got ready for work, as you stepped out in the living room Stephen was there on the kitchen table reading a newspaper. As your eyes met with each other he gave you a smile that never really reached his eyes whenever he was around you. You didn't blame him either.

"Good morning" you mumbled as you made your way to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast for yourself.

"Morning, I'm off to Philadelphia today and won't return for a week" he told you nonchalantly so you nodded.

"Well..Drive safely" he chuckled as you said that.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore " he smirked so you resisted the urge to roll your eyes again.

Two years ago he had gotten into a bad accident that had almost ended his life. Doctors had told him that he'd never be able to operate again but then he went to Nepal and apparently found a mystic healer or something, you couldn't believe your eyes when he had returned perfectly fine as if nothing had happened to him, however you did notice a slight change in his demeanor, he was less arrogant and more sympathetic towards you.

For a few weeks your relationship with him had gotten better but then it fizzled again, your heart was never in the right place when you married him, you knew you shouldn't have married him. You shouldn't have married him because you sure as hell weren't in love with him, as much as you had all these fantasies about a magical love life since you were eight, it never really happened to you. You never found a man who made your heart skip a beat with his presence, gave you butterflies that would leave you gushing for days or made you feel heated just by his mere touch.

When you turned turned thirty two you had just accepted that not everyone was destined to find that sort of love so you settled for Stephen and he settled for you, though you didn't understand his reasons, because he sure as hell wasn't in love with you either.

A year later you finally built the courage to ask for a divorce and much to your surprise he agreed almost immediately, that's when he confessed to you that he had been having an affair with his colleague Christine, not that it gave you a whiplash or made you feel betrayed, you had a feeling he wasn't faithful to you.

You had been cheated on before and were still carrying the scars it had left behind but with Stephen it didn't even hurt, you were equally responsible for this, sure you never cheated on him but you were never really there either, he never really felt like a lover to you, there was no romantic love between you two and it was proven as you two had met at your parents' anniversary a few months later after the divorce, that's when you knew that a platonic friendship is what you needed from him.

You were enjoying a life where you weren't trapped in a forced loveless marriage but that wasn't to say that you liked being alone, you despised it, all you wanted to do was find a man who'd love you as crazily as you'd love him but you knew you weren't blessed enough to find him.

Even when you met guys who you felt a miniscule amount of attraction for -they were either too young or too old, and both didn't seem interested in you in that way, you would turn forty in a few years, your time had ended but accepting it was way harder than one could imagine.

The hopeless romantic in you just wanted to find love, it didn't want to give up but with every passing year you were losing your will to go on, you have always felt so hollow from deep within, but it only got worse as you entered this decade of your life. You still remembered crying all night on your 30th birthday, now you wanted to go back to being thirty again, that felt much better than this..

Ever since you had turned thirty you always felt as if you were missing a piece of your heart, as if someone owned it but you didn't remember who. You always felt as if there was a man out there for you but you weren't able to find him anywhere, as if he wasn't even from this planet.

Few more months later Stephen invited you to his birthday bash in NYC. You had moved back to Minnesota post the divorce so he flew you in and even arranged for your stay. A free lavish trip wasn't the offer you were going to say no to so the night of his birthday you put on a fancy green dress, the thin straps had cute hearts shapes attached to it and after a long time you actually felt good about yourself. You had been working out, taking care of yourself, doing everything you could to still feel a little hopeful in life and it worked until your head finally hit the bed at night and made you aware of how miserable your life has become.

As you reached the venue you met Christine and things were unsurprisingly good between you two, she was a good woman, she understood Stephen and loved him the way you never did. He deserved that. Also apparently he was a superhero now but you still didn't understand what he actually did or what his purpose was. Sometimes you really sucked at being a nice person and taking interest in other people's lives.

After dancing for a bit you felt very tired so you told Christine you were going to grab a drink.

You sat down next to a gentleman in a black suit, he was attractive. He probably was the most attractive man you had seen in your life, his raven hair went past his shoulders and when he looked at you, those green eyes bored right into your soul. You also felt as if you had seen him before, you felt as if you had known him for years.

Usually men such as him made you feel extremely nervous around themselves and insecure in a weird way but for some unknown reason you felt calm with him..

"Sorry i didn't mean to stare, i felt as if i had seen you somewhere" he chuckled as you said that, that mere smile gave you butterflies. What was happening to you? This wasn't like you at all. You had never felt such an intense attraction towards a man before, not this way.

As soon as Loki saw you from across the dance floor, all the feelings that he had been suffocating for seven years were threatening to explode but he kept his cool, you didn't remember him and he had to do it in a way that wouldn't make you feel scared of him. He had waited years to find you again, he could wait more.

"Perhaps you have seen me on the news, I invaded your planet with an army a few years ago" your eyes widened in realization as he said that.

"Oh my god you're Loki '' you said to him and he turned his head to look at you, his lips sipped on the neat whiskey he had ordered for himself. Gorgeous gorgeous guy you thought, of course he was, he was a literal god. You and your standards you thought.

"For a moment I was afraid my popularity had plummeted around here" you let out a nervous laughter as he said that. He had clearly caught you checking him out.

"Noo i.. I read about you at the time, saw you in the news ..my ex husband actually made me see why we were supposed to hate you" you mumbled as you airquoted your sentence, a bit ashamed by the reveal, you still remembered your first date with Stephen where he just ranted against Loki, so why was he there at his birthday party now?

"Well I hope your feelings are not the same anymore" you gulped as the intense eye contact made you feel flushed. Your cheeks felt warm so warm and all you wanted to do was lean into him like a pervert.

"So what are you doing here?" You asked him to avoid feeling those butterflies that were swarming in your belly.

"I was summoned here for a crucial discussion," he answered you.

"Ohhh" you mumbled.

"I watched you dancing over there" your ears perked up as he said that. There were so many gorgeous, young and gorgeous women at the party, why was he watching you? Men that looked like him never went for women like you.

"You did?" You cleared your throat as you spoke,

"You have a way with your hips don't you?" Was he flirting with you? Oh god it's been years since a man this attractive had flirted with you. A man you actually wanted to flirt with you.

"Ummm well i wanted to be a dancer once" you mumbled and suddenly felt like a fool.

"I can tell, makes me think of other situations where you could show me how those hips could work" you bit on your lips as he said that. Loki's entire self grimaced as he was clearly being obscene with you, but he was pretending to be the confident asshole he was known as, however as he noticed the way you had blushed he found himself craving your touch. It's been seven years for norns sake.

He placed his fingers on your chin to make you look at him and brought his lips to your ears, if he was some other guy you would have pushed him away by now but for some reason you felt hypnotized by his mere presence, everything about him enchanted you, you felt as if you were under his influence, his cologne attacked your senses and all you wanted to do was kiss him.

You had never felt such scorching heat with someone in your life, you never thought you'd ever get to feel it either, you didn't think it existed for you.

"Care for a dance?" He whispered in your ears and you could only whine in response which he took as a yes. His fingers laced with yours as he dragged you to a secluded corner of the hall.

Baby, you can

Ride it, ooh, yeah

Bring it over to my place

"Nice song isn't it?" He whispered in your ear so you hummed in response, it existed because of you and you didn't even know that, you were the one to send the lyrics of the song to Mark Johnson in the hope that it'll get sent to the artist. Apparently it did.

You moved slowly with him to the rhythm of the music, he placed his hands on your lower back and the action made you gasp, dipping you down slowly before he pulled you up, smushing you so close to him in a moment, your chest were pressed to him, you were too close to man you barely knew.

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

Your hips rolled in circles and hands curled around his neck, what was this feeling? Your lips were so close to him but he wasn't kissing you, even though you wanted him to just kiss you desperately.

You don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

I don't know what you did, did to me

Your body lightweight speaks to me

"Goddd" You whispered and a small smile curved the corner of his mouth.

"There you are i have been looking for you"

You heard Stephen's voice so you pulled away from the man you had met a few minutes ago. Even after the divorce was finalized you still felt weird about being close with another man around him.

"What happened?" You looked at him and he snickered in response.

"I was talking to him, I called him here to discuss something important"

You directed your attention towards Loki and he smiled at you before he looked you up and down from head to toe then he leaned into you to press a goodbye kiss on your cheek,

"See me again sometime later?"

You nodded as he said that, he walked towards your ex husband and went along with him, his smell lingered around you still and you had to sit down in order to calm down your nerves.

You had never felt this way before, you had lost all hope of finding a man you'd feel this level of attraction for and now you were almost thirty seven and a literal god was showing interest in you. A god. You wanted to scream because you knew he was unattainable, maybe he was just looking for a one night stand, of course he did. Guys weren't really looking to marry you at your age. At Least not men like him.

Strange had invited you here but he was missing from his own party so after a while you made your way upstairs to tell him that you were going back to the hotel as you felt tired, or maybe that was just another excuse to see Loki. Not it wasn't, you weren't that desperate for a man you had just met. You had never been that person. Right?

As soon as you reached the room you knocked on the door and took a deep breath, much to your delight Loki opened the door instead.

"If I didn't know you any better i'd have made an assumption that you came here for me" Your face flushed again as he said that, the smirk on his beautiful face was apparent.

"Well You don't know me Mister. Is Stephen here?"

He smiled and stepped away so you could get in the room but as you got in you noticed that Strange wasn't there

"He went away for a moment" Loki said to you so you sighed and turned around to look at him

"Umm okay..will you please tell him that I am tired and going back to the hotel? I'm staying at the Ritz"

"Sure would my lady, I'm sure he knew that already or perhaps the invitation is for me?" He asked you and you felt your face heating up again but instead of getting nervous you got bold instead, you didn't know where it came from..

"Maybe it is"

"What room?"

Lord, was he going to visit you?

"143"

He nodded his head as you said that and you walked past him to leave the room.

"Do you even know my name?" you suddenly turned around to ask him and he gave you a soft smile in response,

"It's y/n..isn't it?"

"He told you, didn't he?"

He didn't know why his eyes teared up at the question, he had been holding himself back from just wanting to grab you and kiss you at the moment.

"He did"

As soon as you were out of the room you took a deep breath, how come you had bumped into the sexiest man you had ever laid your eyes on? Not just that but he actually seemed interested in you. Things like that just didn't happen to you so it felt a little weird. What did he want from you? Perhaps a night of debauchery? That was your best guess, only half an hour later you heard a knock on the door so you opened it and found him on the other side,

You invited him in so he looked around before he diverted the attention back at you.

"Ummm you want something to drink? I have like ummm let me check" you walked towards the mini refrigerator to rummage through it "There's coke, some alcoholic beverages, I don't know if you consume that" He chuckled as you said that.

"Don't they charge heftly for that?" He asked you curiously.

"Well my ex is paying for the room so you know" he chuckled as you said that. Norns he had missed you and all your little quirks.

"I will have whatever this Coke is supposed to be" you smiled nervously as he said that. You grabbed a can from the mini freezer and passed it to him, you were shocked a little when he opened the can without even using his fingers,

"It's a charm" he said as he found you looking a bit starstruck.

"I see.. I mean I know..you're also magical and all" He smiled as you said that, he walked closer to you and your breath quickened as he continued to reach closer and closer to you with every step.

"Have a sip lady y/n" he pressed the can right over your lips and it made you gulp.

"It's okay…I ummm" you stuttered on your words and he couldn't help but enjoy the sight of you squirming like that. It boded well for his ego that he had such an affect on you even though you didn't even remember him just yet.

"I insist, it would be rude of me to not offer" you pressed your lips on the opening of the can and he raised it up a little so you could take a sip. After you were done with the sip, he brought the can back up to his own lips and drank from it, all while his eyes stayed glued to yours. He noticed the residue of the drink on the corner of your mouth and all he wanted to do was lick it off. His thoughts were filthy. It's been seven years, that was two thousand five hundred fifty five nights of him just touching himself to your memories .

"Uhhh so how was the meeting with Stephen?" You asked him to cut through the tension..

"Atrocious, he so badly needed my assistance but the arrogant arse took a while before he admitted it" you chuckled as he said that.

"Well you should have seen him years ago before ahhh the accident..he was way worse"

"Mmmhmmm?" He walked closer to you and placed the can down on the dresser behind you "Makes me wonder why a sweet woman like you would ever hitch herself to a man such as him" He whispered, his voice remained low and husky.

"Well I thought it was the right thing to do at the time" you looked down and he figured you couldn't even look in his eyes for longer than a few seconds.

"Is that so? Did it feel right?" He put his fingers on your chin and made you look up at him, every inch of your skin began to tingle with his touch. What was he doing to you and why?

"Not really..if the divorce wasn't enough of an indication for you then let me tell you that I do regret that decision everyday of my life"

He smiled as you said that. The forest green slip dress you had on made you look delectable, there were two heart shaped ribbons attached to the top of the straps that kept the dress hanging on your body, he found it really adorable. You let out a moan as his thumb brushed over your lower lip.

"Lokiiii" the sound of his whispered name made his cock harden in a jiff but he used the charm to keep himself from showing it, he didn't want you to think as if he was there for just a night of fun.

"Apologies little one, I got carried away" He took a step back and he noticed your heavy breathing. You weren't making this any easier, he remembered the dream he had about you two before where he lived the same scenario, he knew what you were going to say to him, it always started this way between you two, with friendship, a relationship that was built in such a way could have only lasted forever, there was no other way around it.

"It's okay I just… I am still dealing with the divorce and I just.. I don't know what you thought would happen tonight and I know I invited you here basically but I ..I'm just not ready for ..you know" your eyes teared up as you mumbled, that wasn't the reason why you didn't want to sleep with him, you didn't care about the divorce, you just didn't want him to think of you as someone he could have fun with for a night and leave, his own eyes softened as he noticed the anxious look on your face.

"Whatever it is that you desire from me tonight, I will give you that darling" he said firmly so you smiled before you chuckled slightly in disbelief.

"Really? So if I tell you that I barely have any friends and I want you to be my friend first, would you be my friend?" You asked him, he could sense the mockery in your tone, he didn't blame you, he knew his reputation wasn't the best especially because of how promiscuous his brother was on midgard he figured you must have put him through the same judgment, you didn't remember him after all.

"I would love to be your friend, I do not have any either"

Your eyes widened as he said that.

"Okay so ummm okay we can be friends i guess" he smiled as he grabbed your hand and placed a formal kiss on the back.

"My lady, I won't disappoint you i promise"

He kissed your forehead and as you looked up at him all of a sudden he just felt so familiar, as if you knew him in some other life, he felt like home and you couldn't really describe why.

That night as you both stayed up and talked you found yourself getting more and more attracted to him.

Days passed and turned into weeks but he never stepped out of line or asked you for things you never wanted to do, all your life you had felt a certain emptiness in your soul, even when you felt happy at times you found yourself thinking about the missing piece of your heart, you had always felt as if you were born with half a soul and for once in your life you were starting to believe that he was it. That he was the one you had been looking for, that he was the answer to all those questions. But he felt too good to be true.

How could someone be so precious as he was?

You had no idea how complicated your relationship was with him but you were going to find out the truth on your coming birthday..he was going to change your life forever, it would never be the same again.

And that is exactly what you had wished for all your life.

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The Pilot and his girl - ch. 7 **

You might want to put aside some time for this, I somehow managed to write 10k...and the second half is like all smut, almost.

Took me a while to get this out, it was kinda meant to be a filler chapter but then I wanted to add more so I ended up moving things around in the story line so now we've got this one. Next chapter will see their relationship move forward with leaps and bounds and then we get into the really juicy bits!

Please enjoy and if you do, please reblog so that more people see the fic, I'll love you always if you do

If wanna catch up from the beginning, here is chapter 1 of The Pilot and his girl

Chapter 8

Tag list: @pimosworld @i-own-loki @casa-boiardi @littlenosoul @stormseyer

Sometimes you think back on other guys you’ve dated. The guy who wanted to be able to call you up whenever he wanted sex and always got mad when you weren’t around to supply, the college guy who never wanted to touch you in public, the older guy who ‘forgot’ to mention his wife and two year old son, the guy who cheated on you and then messaged all your friends and told them he’d dumped you because you’d cheated on him with his boss. And that didn’t even cover all the ‘normal’ guys who just wanted to play the game, date and have sex but never commit or say what they actually felt or introduce you to their friends or family. 

And then there was Frankie Morales. Sweet, loving, loyal Frankie who never seemed to hide what he was thinking or wanted to play games. Who never made it difficult or made you guess what he felt or what his intentions were. He was just always happy to be with you, to see you and to let the world around you know that he belonged to you and no one else. Who would kiss you in public just because he felt like it, took your hand as soon as you were near, and never hesitated to include you in his plans. Being with Frankie was easy and you finally started to understand that dating someone shouldn’t be non-stop drama, it should be easy and that’s how you knew it was right. 

And Frankie slipped into your life as easily as he let you slip into his. After your first few dates he made it clear that he would happily spend as much time as he could with you, the only other priority in his life being his daughter and you happily took a back seat to her. Frankie was always a bit low when he came back from seeing her, or she’d spent a weekend with him, his guilty conscience about not seeing her enough always on his mind. But he was also full of stories about her, his eyes beaming, a wide, proud, smile on his face, as he told you about what they’d done, the things she’d said and how much she’d grown or what new skills she’d learnt. She was the centre of his universe and you didn’t mind, she grounded him and made him happy and a better man. Both for her and for you. 

When Frankie wasn’t working or went to see Lucía, your weekends were spent mostly in each other’s company. He’d pick you up on Friday evening and take you out ‘properly’, as he said. He’d show up in his truck, freshly showered after work and in a clean shirt. If he’d ditched the cap you knew he’d made plans for a more upscale restaurant. If the cap was firmly pressed down over his, still very, unruly curls, you knew he was taking you on one of his special Frankie dates. 

The first time you’d expected maybe a cool food truck or local BBQ place when he said he’d made ‘special plans’, your expectations from previous guys were not exactly high. But instead he’d taken you to a secluded spot up on a hill, parking the truck and walking with you through the forest on a small path until the trees fell away to a cliff overlooking a lake. Stuck into the ground was a small sign that read “Reserved - Morales” that made you giggle at the thought that he’d hiked up here earlier, just to place the sign. Frankie had then produced a thick blanket from his backpack, a lantern, a camping stove, various containers and bottles and proceeded to cook you dinner while the sun set behind the forest on the other side of the lake. When dinner was done with, and you’d expressed your deep astonishment at how romantic he was, Frankie blushing to the tips of his ears, he’d wrapped you both in the blanket and leaned back against a rock with you tucked in against his chest. 

“You’re setting the bar very high for all the other guys, Francisco Morales,” you hum as you feel the cool tip of his nose brush against your cheek. 

“What other guys, hermosa?” he mutters, lightly kissing the tip of your ear. 

“All the other guys in general,” you lean into his warm lips skating along your neck, “once word gets out this is how Frankie Morales treats women, who’s gonna want a regular guy?” 

Frankie chuckles quietly, his rich, warm voice close to your ear. “I don’t treat women like this, only you, solo tu hermosa mujer.

“See, there you go again, setting the bar impossibly high,” you smile and push your fingers into the curls at the back of his neck, scratching his scalp and drawing a soft moan from him. 

When the night became too cold even for the blanket and the Frankie shaped furnace at your back, he’d held your hand as you walked back, his powerful torch shining the way through the pitch black forest. At any other time the thought of walking through a dark forest would’ve made you slightly panicky, but with Frankie’s warm hand in yours and his broad shoulders in front of you as he easily navigated the path back to his truck, you felt as safe as you did at home in your bed. 

It was easy, being with Frankie was the easiest thing of them all. 

…

You woke up with a groan on Sunday morning, six weeks or so into dating Frankie. You’d been out the night before with friends and now you were paying the price; dry mouth, headache and that horrible shaky feeling as you moved your limbs. You were definitely never, ever drinking again. You were in Frankie’s bed but he was absent so with a groan you pushed the covers aside and sat up carefully. 

As you sat on the side of the bed, contemplating death, you heard Frankie’s bare feet coming down the hall, pushing open the door. 

“Morning, my little ‘I’m not drunk’ girl,” he smiled, far too cheerful and you groaned again and fell back into bed, pulling the covers with you as Frankie chuckled. 

“Just stay in bed, hermosa, I’ll get you some water and coffee, and breakfast whenever you feel up for it.” 

“Thank you,” you mumble from under the covers. 

“Anything for you, I love you,” he says as he bends and kisses the covers over your head. 

Oh yeah, you said that last night too.

…

Towards the end of your night you’d met up with Frankie and his friends at a bar. Your friends  were heading home, and you probably should’ve done the same, but you wanted to see Frankie and you’d promised to call him before you went home. He was the designated driver for the evening, as most evenings. Frankie didn’t like tempting fate with too much alcohol after he got clean from the coke. 

“Mi hermosa, hi,” came his warm, smiling voice over the phone when he picked up, and you immediately heard someone shush loudly in the background. 

“Sssshhhhh, everyone, ssssshhhhh, it’s the girlfriend, sssshhhhh!” The drunken voice of Benny was easily recognisable in the background.  

“Hi Frankie boy,” you cooed, definitely a little bit more than tipsy, “and hi Benny,” you giggled. 

“Tell her to come here,” Benny’s voice was suddenly very close, “I need her as my wing woman!”

“Benny, for fuck’s sake!” It sounded like Frankie had to pull his phone away from his friend as he shuffled away from the table they were all at, chairs scraping across a floor. 

“Sounds like Benny’s a little bit drunk, baby,” you give him a tipsy giggled again. 

“Sounds like you’re a little bit drunk too, cariño,” Frankie chuckles. “Do you wanna come over, we’re at the usual place.” 

“Only if you want me to, I don’t want to crash boy’s night.”

“You should definitely come over, I wanna see you this drunk,” he laughs as you protest and claim to be only slightly tipsy. “Get yourself in an Uber, and send me the details so I know when you get here.” 

“Ok, Frankie boy, always so responsible,” you pout and give him a salute before you remember he can’t actually see you through the phone. 

“Just be safe, hermosa,” he smiles before he hangs up. 

He’s waiting outside for you when the Uber pulls up, opening the door of the car and giving you a hand as you step out. 

“Hi sweetie,” you purr, wrapping your arms around his neck, stumbling slightly on the curb, as Frankie catches you around the middle. 

“Hey there, not drunk girl,” he smiles down at you and accepts your wet kiss to his lips with a chuckle. “How’s your night been?” 

“S’been good, everybody came, even Hannah who always cancels because her kids are sick.” you say as Frankie guides you towards the door of the bar. “And we got free drinks from a bunch of guys who were trying to hit on us, but their loss, because we’re all taken,” You pull him close and place a kiss on his cheek, “You’re my Frankie boy.”  

“Did you accept their drinks?” Frankie’s got a worried look in his eyes that you don’t notice as you shrug your jacket off as the heat of the room hits you.” 

“Yeah, sure! It was free drinks. It’s not like they were gonna get anything in return.” 

“Cariño, you shouldn’t accept drinks from random men in bars, what if they slip something in it? You’ve got to be careful.” He’s got his arm around your waist, walking you towards the table where the guys are. 

“Wait,” you stop halfway across the bar, poking his chest with your finger, “you were gonna buy me a drink when we met, are you saying I shouldn’t have accepted that?” 

“Uh…I mean…” Frankie flounders, “technically, I guess, no?” 

“You’re so cute when you blush, sweet Francisco,” you gush, wrapping your arms around his neck again and standing on your toes to kiss the tip of his nose, “I know I shouldn’t accept drinks from random guys, baby. But free drinks!” you grin again and Frankie can’t help but chuckle when he sees your delighted grin. 

“My tipsy girl,” he smiles, “we should get some food in you.” 

“Nachos!” you exclaim as Frankie puts his hand on your back and ushers you towards the table and the guys again. 

Pope pulls you in for a bear hug as Frankie pulls out a chair for you, and Will gives you a grin from across the table. 

“Hey, there she is!” Benny whoops as you sink down on the chair, “My wing woman!” He attempts to high five you but you’re too focused on telling Frankie you want the biggest serving of nachos they’ve got, and Benny’s hand slaps down on your shoulder instead, making you jump. 

“Jeez, Benny, calm down,” Frankie scowls and knocks his hand off your shoulder. “I’m getting nachos for the drunk girl, anyone else want anything?” he asks. 

“Nachos and drinks, if you’re offering,” Pope says and Frankie nods, heading back towards the bar. 

“I’m really not drunk, just a little bit tipsy,” you tell the three guys as Frankie walks off. “He’s being very overprotective.” 

“I heard that,” Frankie calls from over his shoulder, making you giggle loudly and snort.

“Well, you’re in good company here,” Will nods at Benny who’s slightly red eyed appearance betrays that he’s by far the furthest one gone at the table. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Benny taps your arm excitedly, looking at a table towards the back of the bar, not paying attention to his brother, “Can you help me get that blonde over there? Like, walk over to her or something and tell her I’m great in bed and she should totally let me buy her a drink.” 

“What Benny?! No!” you protest, “I’m not lying to some poor woman, I don’t even know if you’re good in bed.” You give Benny a slightly unfocused once over, “Are you any good in bed?”  

“I’m totally good in bed!” he insists, “I’d prove it but you know…Fish would literally kill me dead.” 

“Ewww!” you exclaim, sending Pope and Will into a laughing fit as Benny blinks, trying to figure out if he should be insulted or not. “Sorry! That came out wrong!” you grab on to his arm, “I mean, you’re cute and all but just not my type, I like - “

“We know what you like,” Pope interrupts with a grin, “you like ‘em dark haired, brown eyed and tanned.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as you snort out a laugh. 

“I mean, I can’t deny that, but I like my men taller and with less body hair, Santi,” you smirk and Pope tries to look insulted. 

“Ouch, going after my height, evil woman,” he huffs, but he’s still laughing. 

“You got the right one then,” Will chuckles, “Frankie’s got less body hair than a hairless cat.” 

“Why the fuck are you talking about my body hair?” Frankie says, coming back to the table, sending Benny and you into a laughing fit and Will just waving his hand. 

“Forget it man, not important.” 

Frankie raises his eyebrows and gives his head a slight shake as he sets down the nachos and drinks for the table, although you’re also getting a large glass of water. 

“Are you riling them up, cariño?” he asks, smiling down at you as you try to pull him down for a kiss that he willingly gives, your lips tasting of tequila and wine, oh, you’ll be hungover for sure in the morning. 

“I’m innocent,” you smirk, looking anything but and Frankie chuckles. 

“Move, baby, sit on my lap, there’s no extra chair.” 

You happily oblige, sitting sideways across Frankie’s lap, his warm arm around your waist, holding you tight. 

Nachos and beers are soon gone and Pope gets everyone a new round, getting Frankie a Coke that he tries to make you drink instead of the beer Pope got you, but not having much success. Benny’s trying his luck with the blonde across the room and Will and Pope decide to shoot some pool while you and Frankie watch from the table. Despite there being several empty chairs now you stay on Frankie’s lap, his legs are slowly falling asleep but he won’t make you move, he’s got you tight against his body, and your arm is draped across his shoulder, absentmindedly dragging your fingers through the curls around his neck at the edge of his cap. He hums contentedly as your nails scratch his scalp and you feel the rumble in his chest. Looking down you see his eyes slip closed, he always has trouble keeping them open when you play with his hair. He’s not asleep but his muscles relax and his head slumps forward, leaning against you. 

Gently you pull his cap off so that you can run your fingers through more of his hair, Frankie mutters his consent and you feel his fingers trace small circles on your back, warm through the thin fabric of your top. His soft curls slip under your fingers as you run them through his hair, the buzz of alcohol in your system making you sleepy, Frankie’s warm body making you feel safe and content. You bend down and press a kiss to the top of his head and with your lips still close to his hair it slips out.

“I love you.” 

Frankie’s eyes snap open and he pulls back from your chest, looking up at you, searching your eyes to see if you mean it or if you’re just too drunk. 

“What did you say, hermosa?” he asks softly as you look down at him, a small, uncertain smile on your lips. 

“I’m sorry…” you waver, “it just slipped out, it’s too soon and I’m drunk and it’s -” 

“I love you, I love you too,” Frankie interrupts, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest as he pulls your lips to his, “don’t be sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, “I would’ve said it weeks ago if I had the guts.” 

His hand slips behind your neck, holding you to his lips, as you wrap your arms around him. His heart is racing, he can feel your smile against his mouth as you press yourself against him and it feels like millions of tiny bubbles are gathering inside his chest, pushing up through his throat and making him grin like a fool against your soft lips. The kiss turns sloppy as you both start to giggle, foreheads leaning together, you look into his warm, brown eyes that are crinkling at the corners. 

“I love you, Frankie,” you say, still smiling so wide you feel like your face is splitting but happy tears are threatening to spill out. The way Frankie is looking at you makes you feel like he just wrapped you up in a blanket, tucked you against his chest and enveloped you with his love, making you his axis point. 

“I love you too, hermosa,” he replies, “I love you so fucking much, I wanted to tell you when you took my hand after I told you about all the shit in my life, but I was scared it was too much. And when you still wanted to be with me and the first morning you woke up with me, you told me how amazing you think I am…” Frankie reaches up and strokes his thumb over your cheek, catching a tear that’s escaped from your eyes, “I almost said it then too, I really wanted to tell you then, but I chickened out..” 

“You should’ve said it all those times, Frankie,” you say, putting your hand over his, still on your cheek, “I would’ve said it back, but I thought it was too soon. I thought you’d run a mile if you knew how fast I fell for you.” 

“Not in a million years, hermosa, never.” He pulls you in, catching your lips in another kiss, slow and searing, making you part your lips so that he can taste you, despite all the alcohol. You feel his tongue, soft against your own, as he moves to kiss you deeper, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, holding you firm against him as you hold onto his shoulders, and push your fingers into his hair. You’re in your own bubble, only you and him, and the noises of the bar fades away as you hum against his mouth, the taste of him, his tongue, overtakes your hazy mind. 

…

You stay under the covers, you can hear Frankie moving around his kitchen, making coffee. You remember him taking the guys and you home last night. The truck had been full, the guys in the back and you tucked into Frankie’s side in the front, falling asleep against his shoulder as he dropped the others off first. You vaguely remember Frankie gently scooting you out of his truck and picking you up. You’d woken up when he had to put you down to dig out his keys, his soft voice telling you to stay awake as you leaned on him. Finally he’d gotten you both into his place and he’d tucked you in under the covers of his bed, the last thing you seem to remember is him taking your shoes off. 

Now he pads back into the bedroom with a bottle of water and a large coffee. 

“Here, cariño, drink the water first.” 

“Thanks, Frankie, you’re more than I deserve, I was way too drunk last night,” you moan, gratefully taking the water bottle from him. 

“You’re a very cute drunk,” he smiles and sits down on the edge of the bed as you pull yourself up, leaning against the headboard and taking a long drink of water. 

“And I love you too,” you say, putting down the water and taking his hand, “I remember that part at least.” 

Frankie chuckles and pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your palm, “I was a bit worried you’d said all those sweet things and then forget about it. 

“Never, Frankie,” you smile, “how could I? I just wish I hadn’t blurted it out when I was drunk...” 

“It was very sweet, hermosa, alcohol clearly makes you honest. I need to remember that,” he pulls you towards him with a big grin and you lean against his chest, breathing into his clean t-shirt, fresh cotton and the smell of just him underneath it. If you weren’t so hungover you’d pull him back into the bed with you, he feels good next to you, warm and solid, his little belly soft to the touch as you absentmindedly run your hand over it and listen to his heartbeat under your ear. Frankie’s hand is rubbing up and down your back and you can feel his breath against the top of your head where he's leaning his chin. 

“I wanted to ask you something,” he says after a little while of enjoying just sitting together in silence. The slight hesitation in his voice makes you lift your head and look up at him. He’s got that worried look in his eyes, and it makes you mirror his look, raising your eyebrows in concern as he goes on; 

“Lucía is supposed to come here next weekend, she’s staying Saturday and Sunday. And you can say no if you think it’s too much but, but I really want you to meet her, if you want?” 

“You know I’d love to meet her, Frankie” you say, sitting up so that you can look properly at him. His expressive eyebrows immediately shoot up in a relieved look. 

“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he says, “I’ve…I’ve never…let her meet a girlfriend before and I wanna make sure you’re fine with it too.” 

“I’m absolutely fine with it, sweetie,” you rub his arm, wanting to reassure him that it really was fine. “If you want, we can start easy though, maybe? Just tell her I’m a friend of yours or something and we keep the PDA to a minimum around her?” 

“Yeah, I was thinking that too,” he agrees. “I haven’t talked to her mom yet either, it’s not like I need her permission for it or anything, but you know, just so that she hears it from me and not Lucía afterwards.” 

“I won’t stay over at your place when she’s here,” you stretch your arms up, yawning big and Frankie pushes the coffee mug into your hands with a smile. “We’ll just hang out a bit,” you say, “I don’t wanna intrude on your father - daughter time, I know you feel like you don’t see enough of her as it is.” 

“You could never intrude, cariño,” Frankie protests, “hang out with us as much as you want. Although, four year olds can be a bit rowdy so you might need to work on your stamina,” he chuckles. 

“I know how to handle four year olds,” you grin, “I just buy them the loudest toy I can find and be their new best friend.”

“That’s just evil, just pure evil,” Frankie groans, “every parent's worst nightmare, you would never.” 

“I would never do that to you, Frankie,” you smile and accept his hand as he pulls you out of the bed. “But my brother’s kids, absolutely.” 

“Remind me to never piss you off, cariño,” Frankie chuckles as you make your way into his small kitchen where he’s got breakfast laid out. 

Right from the start Frankie had claimed he couldn’t cook and his mom’s brownies was the only thing he could bake. You’d quickly figured out that the ‘can’t cook’ line was more a show of Frankie’s insecurity rather than an actual thing. And he excelled at breakfast, making both blueberry pancakes, omelettes and smoothies so good you’d rather have his breakfast for every meal of the day than anything else. The first time you had his pancakes, made from scratch and not a box mix, you’d eaten four in one go and not even felt bad about it. Frankie’s smile when you kept asking for more was worth the bloated feeling you had for the rest of the day. He admitted he’d taught himself to make them because they were Lucía’s favourite food and the thought of Frankie looking up pancake recipes online to be able to serve his daughter her favourite food made you almost teary eyed. The more you got to know him, the more you saw of his big heart and soft side, the more it became difficult to equate the man you now knew, with the man who had been in Delta Force and displayed such skill at violence in the bar that horrible night. 

There was one thing that betrayed his background though, his nightmares. Frankie said he had them less these days but there were still several nights where you’d been woken up by him thrashing around in the bed, crying out incoherently. A few times you’d been woken up by Frankie throwing himself on top of you when his sleep hazy mind thought there was a threat in the room and you had to be protected. Sweet on one level, but on those nights it took you both a long time to go back to sleep, Frankie’s adrenaline spiking high and your own heart rate going through the roof after being so brutally woken up. You were grateful that he seemed to need to hold you as close as possible on those nights, it made it easier for you to fall back asleep with his heavy arm draped across your waist or chest, pulled in so tight that you could hear his heartbeat, feel it slow down as he calmed. 

The next morning he’d wake up in a dark mood, feeling guilty about scaring you and bringing his issues into your life. You soon figured out that the best way to get him past his sullen thoughts was to pull him down on the sofa and make him lay back, resting against you. That way you could hook one arm around his broad chest, make him tip his head back on your shoulder and then scratch his scalp with your fingertips. His mind would stop racing, he would feel your heartbeat under his body and your fingers softly scraping through his curls, slowly realising that you weren’t leaving, that he wasn’t scaring you away by showing you the darker sides of himself. 

“I’m sorry, cariño, I’m such an idiot, it’s just me and my stupid brain causing trouble,” he mumbled while your fingers worked through his hair. 

“You’re not an idiot, Frankie,” you gently admonished him, “you know why your brain gives you nightmares, you’ve been through more than anyone should have to endure, “ you press a kiss to his head and he leans towards you. 

“My sponsor always says I should tell people close to me what’s going on when I start spiralling out of control, but that’s always been the hardest thing.” 

“Why is it hard?” you ask, still brushing through his soft curls, willing him to relax against you. 

Frankie shifts under your arm, turning so that he can press his face against the side of your neck, you feel him inhale deeply as he stretches his arm across your chest and pulls you closer. 

“It took me a long time to figure this out,” he says in a low voice, “I feel like I fail when I lose control, fail my family, my friends, anyone I wanna be close to.” His voice is muffled, pressed up against you as he hides his face, “I feel guilty about failing so I don’t ask for help and then it gets worse, I fall into to bad habits and that makes me feel like more of a failure and that makes me feel even more guilty and then it just spirals out of control.”

“What do you think will happen when you tell those you love about losing control?” you ask in a soft voice. You’re leaning your cheek against his head, feeling his breath fan across your neck and chest as he draws a deep breath. 

“That you’ll leave me, see what a fuck up I am and realise I’m not worth the effort.” You can barely hear his low whisper, it cracks at the end, and your heart clenches, your hands leaving his hair as you wrap your arms tight around him, burying your face against his soft curls. 

“Never, Frankie, never.” You squeeze him, willing him to understand how much he’s come to mean to you in this short time. “I don’t know what happens in the future but I can promise you that I’ll never leave you because I think you’re not worth the effort. And don’t say that about yourself, you’ll always be worth the effort, Frankie,” you lean back, putting your hand on his chin and tilting it up so that you can look at him, his eyes are distressed, the usually soft look, pained and tight. “I’ve already told you I think you’re the best man I’ve ever known and even if you spiral out of control and your demons get the better of you, I won’t leave because I know how good you are, what a great man you are and what a great father you are to Lucía.” 

Frankie closes his eyes as you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, a long breath escaping with a shudder, as if he’d been holding it in.

“I’m always scared I’ll fuck things up with her,” he says when you pull back from his lips. “How am I gonna be any kind of role model to her when this is what I’ve done with my own life?” 

“Frankie, you idiot,” you smile softly at him, and he looks confused. “You’ve had a passion for helicopters since you were a kid right?” He nods and you continue, “So you found a way to become a helicopter pilot, a very difficult profession that takes enormous dedication and skill. You then got sucked into the fucked up system of the military, and saw some horrible things. Things that any normal person would consider fucked up and have trouble processing, right?” 

“Yeah, I guess, bu- “ 

You stop him, “You didn’t get any adequate help to deal with your PTSD so you found a way to deal with it yourself. A stupid way, sure, but you had the willpower to get your shit together when it became about someone else but you, your daughter.” 

Frankie just nods, his eyebrows pulled up in that tight little knot you’ve seen so many times. 

“Don’t you get it?” you say, “you’ve already proved to her, before she was even born, that she’s the center of your universe and that you’ll do anything for her and that she can do anything she wants. All she has to do is to look at how you’ve managed to get through some of the most fucked up shit.” 

Frankie looks at you as you stroke the lines between his eyebrows with your thumb, smoothing them out. “Frankie Morales, you’re amazing, and if you keep thinking you’re not I’ll have to smack you,” you smile at him and you see the corners of his mouth twitch up, “or I’ll get Pope to smack you,” you say and Frankie smiles properly, his face changing into that soft smile you’ve always loved. He drops his head down on your chest again, his nose pressed against your throat. 

“I’d like to see him try,” he chuckles as he wraps his arm around you and pulls himself on top, looking down at you. 

“Thank you,” he says, using your real name as if to emphasize, “I don’t know what I did in my last life to deserve you in this one.” 

“Maybe you saved my life somehow,” you smile and stroke your thumb over the bare patch in his scruffy beard, “and now you get to have incredible sex with me as a reward.” 

“Yeah?” he smirks, pulling up one corner of his mouth, “Maybe I wanna claim some of that reward right now.”

…

On Friday night, before Lucía’s coming to stay, Frankie picks you up for your date wearing no cap, but a white dress shirt with his dark jeans. You open the door and do a double take, holding out one hand in front of you to stop him, as you shamelessly admire the view. 

“Damn, Frankie…” you purr, letting your eyes travel down from the v of the open neck, the smattering of freckles dark against his tanned skin and white cotton, the wide shoulders that stretch the fabric when he crosses his arms, leaning on the door frame with a smile, his forearms on display where he’s rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, and all the way down over his slim hips and lean thighs under the black denim. 

“Are you taking me out to dinner, or are you delivering yourself for dinner?” you ask, giving him a wicked smile as you hook your finger into his shirt and pull him closer. Frankie chuckles and brushes his lips against yours. 

“Maybe I’m here to make a meal out of you…”

“Cheesy,” you giggled into his mouth, “but I’ll definitely remind yo-” 

He cuts you off with a kiss, pushing his hand into your hair and sealing his lips to yours, licking against your bottom lip before he gently sucks on it. A jolt of electricity immediately shoots down your spine and settles between your legs, the sheer promise of what he could deliver had you trembling. A moan escapes you as he pushes you against the wall and lets his thigh spread your legs, the friction shoots another jolt through your body and Frankie knows exactly what he’s doing. You can feel him move his thigh, the thick muscles giving just a taste of what his fingers would do later, and with a crooked smile he pulls back, both from your lips and your legs. 

“Frankie…” you moan, chasing his lips, but he chuckles and takes your hand, pulling you towards the door. 

“Let's get actual dinner before I make a meal out of you, my greedy little girl.” 

With a pout you follow him out the door but when he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck in the elevator on the way down you melt, you were never really upset. “Who says I’ll keep my hands off you, hermosa,” he murmurs, “the restaurant is really dimly lit.” 

…

The place Frankie has picked is a new place you’d mentioned a while back and you squeeze his arm tightly when you realise that he’s made a reservation especially because he knew you wanted to go. He’s even requested a table at the back where the restaurant has a few tables in small window nooks overlooking the river. The waiter seats you and lights the two candles in the windows and in the small hanging chandelier over your heads, casting the whole table in a soft light. 

You sit down in the middle of the plush bench that curves under the windows, and Frankie sits down close to you, rather than opposite. You’re sharing a corner at the table, and even though there’d be more room if you sat at opposite ends, none of you are moving, least of all Frankie. Instead you feel his hand on your leg, slipping up under the edge of your dress, as soon as he sits down. His hand is hidden under the table cloth and although he lets his hand rest on your thigh for now, you’re fairly certain he won’t let it stay there.

The waiter returns to take your orders and while you’re asking about the fish dish Frankie’s fingers start moving, gentle little circles on your thigh but steadily moving up along your leg. You steal yourself to not let his touch get to you while you talk to the waiter, sitting perfectly still in your seat as you ask about the evening’s special. You can feel his fingers creep further up your leg, starting to tickle the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. From the corner of your eye you can see Frankie innocently studying the menu but you can also see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As the waiter finishes with your order he turns to Frankie and as soon as the waiter’s eyes are off you, Frankie squeezes the inside of your thigh. Not hard, but enough to make your limbs clench together as you shudder from the jolt of heat that shoots through you, settling between your legs. Your involuntary spasm makes the waiter look at you again and you pretend to reach for the breadbasket as Frankie struggles to keep a straight face.

As soon as the waiter leaves Frankie turns to you with a mischievous grin and moves his hand further up your thigh. 

“Hermosa,” he purrs as you try to scowl at him, “your skin is so soft and grabbable right here.” He kneads the plush flesh of your inner thigh as you try to ignore the way it feels as he sinks his fingers into you. 

“You’re a menace, Francisco Morales,” you glare and he leans in on the table, propping his chin up with his free hand, so that his mouth is only inches from your lips. He continues to draw shapes on your skin as he looks at you, his face softening into an innocent look, big brown eyes looking at you like he’s only adoring his girlfriend, not slowly moving his hand up to brush the edge of your panties under the table.

“Why would you say that, cariño?” he asks, smiling as you clench your jaw when his finger tips nudges at your legs, beckoning you to spread them, and you obey without hesitation. “Am I distracting you from the nice view?” You scowl at him again but you can’t hide your smile and Frankie closes the last bit of distance between you and nudges the tip of his nose against yours, letting it brush along your cheek as he captures your lips with his. 

The kiss is soft and demure, anyone looking will only see a couple in love sharing a tender kiss, a sweet moment together. Frankie’s free hand takes your hand on the table and your fingers entwine, but under the table his fingertips are slowly brushing over the thin lace in your panties, feeling the dampness his touch is creating. He traces the slit under the fabric and grazes over your clit, making you quake against his lips, and you feel his mouth pull up in a smile. His tongue quickly darts between your lips as the pad of his thumb rubs with more pressure against the spot, pulling a soft moan from you as you lean into him. With a chuckle Frankie pulls away, moving his hand down your leg, and when you open your eyes to protest you see the waiter walking over with your drinks.

“I’m gonna get you back for this, you know,” you mumble and Frankie gives you a look of perfect innocence as he thanks the waiter for the drinks. When he leaves Frankie takes a sip from his beer and over the brim of his glass his eyes crinkle at the corners in a smile. 

“I think I’d like that, cariño, why don’t you try right now?” 

“No, I think I’ll pick a moment you’ll enjoy less,” you smile back at him, taking a sip of your own drink. 

Frankie leans forward, his hand falling below the table again and you quickly cross your legs as his hand touches your knee. 

“Ah, c’mon, cariño,” he coos, caressing the top of your thigh, edging under the hem of your dress again. 

“Keep your hands on the table, Francisco,” you give him a stern look that only makes him grin and scoot closer, leaning in so that he can skate his nose along your jaw, his lips brushing up against your ear, his hot breath tickling you. 

“Mi hermosa,” he mumbles, his lips barely touching your skin, “I want to touch you, feel if you’re as wet as I think you are.” He moves his mouth down and you feel the tip of his tongue slip out and lick across the spot he knows makes you shiver whenever he touches it. “I wanna to feel your sweet pussy tighten around my fingers as you think about what I’m gonna do with my mouth later.” 

His words make your eyes close as a shiver goes down your spine, heat pooling rapidly between your legs. And Frankie knows, he knows exactly what his dirty talk does to you. And now he continues to whisper how he wants to push your dress up over your hips, spread you before him and taste your sweet pussy, all the while his hand gently nudges your legs apart under the table. You feel heat rising in your cheeks as his fingers brush up over the soaked material in your panties. He’s telling you how good he knows you taste, how he loves the feeling of your pussy clenching around his tongue as he pushes into your tight hole. 

“I know you love how my nose rubs against your clit when I bury my face between your legs, hermosa,” he murmurs and you bite your lip to stop a moan escaping. Outwardly he’s still just whispering sweet nothings to you, a loving boyfriend nuzzled against the neck of his love, under the table his fingers have slipped past your panties and are pushing into your pussy, his thick index and ring finger stretching you. You lean forward on your elbows, tilting your head towards him, hiding your face from the room. Frankie’s teeth scrape against your skin as he curls his fingers back inside you, rubbing against the spot he always seems to find so easily. The thrill of him fingering you in public has your cheeks burning, your jaw is clenched tight to stop yourself from panting. Tension is building inside you as Frankie’s breath fans over your skin. 

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers, “I wish I could get down on my knees and lick you, tug that sweet little clit of yours into my mouth, make you come on my face just like I did - “

Frankie suddenly pulls back, footsteps approaching your table, his fingers slipping out of you as he sits up. 

“Alright, I’ve got the grilled tuna for the lady and the lamb racks for the gentleman,” the waiter says, placing plates on the table. 

You’ve still got your face turned away, cheeks burning as you calm your breathing. Frankie’s hand comes up and genty cups your chin, a soft smile on his face, as if you say he’s got you, and not at all sorry that he’s got you on the edge of an orgasm in the middle of a crowded Friday night restaurant. 

…

You barely make it to the truck once you're done with the meal. The thrum of your near orgasm is still humming through your body and Frankie’s warm arm around your waist, holding you close, makes you want to duck into an alley and risk getting caught for public indecency. You stop him and cup his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss, letting your tongue slip between his lips as his large hand cups the back of your head. You feel his other hand sliding up your back, pressing you against his chest and you lick into his mouth, tasting him and the chocolate he had for dessert. Heat shoots through your body as he presses his hard on into you, he’s trying to create friction to give himself some relief but the way your body reacts, a low moan slipping out, only makes him harder. With a groan he pulls away, grabbing your hand and almost drags you the last bit to the truck. 

It’s parked on a side street and you pull him against you again when he takes you around to the passenger side. Slipping your hand in between you, you palm his cock through his jeans, Frankie grumbles, dropping his head on your shoulder and letting his mouth kiss your neck.

“I need to get you home, hermosa,” he murmurs, his face buried in your hair. “I wanna get you out of this dress so badly.”

 Letting your fingers trace the outlines through the fabric, you circle around the tip pressed against the zipper and Frankie’s breath hitches, his teeth sinking into your neck, sucking against the skin. Behind your back he opens the door to the truck and manoeuvres you so that he’s got his arms at your waist. With casual strength that takes your breath away he lifts you up, setting you down on the bench seat, and for a second you think he’s going to climb up after you. Instead he stops, one foot up on the step, his gaze dropping to where your knees fall open, he’s got a perfect view and his eyes go dark. His hand grabs your thighs, pushing you further into the truck and pushing them wider, the tip of his tongue comes out and licks his bottom lip, before he tears himself away, looking up at you again and inhales deeply as he steps down and closes the door. 

You can’t help but giggle at the effect you had on him and he notices your smile when he pulls himself into the driver’s seat. 

“What are you giggling about, cariño?” he says, buckling in and starting up the truck. His hard cock is straining against his jeans, and you scoot closer to him, cupping your hand around it. 

“Nothing,” you say, “nothing at all, sweetie,” but you smile when you see his jaw clench as soon as your palm presses against his cock and his voice is strained when he replies.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna have to park the truck somewhere dark before we get back to my place.” 

“Would you like that, Frankie?” you ask in a low voice, leaning in so that your breath tickles his neck and you see goosebumps break out on his skin.

“If you’re asking if I wanna fuck you in my truck, then, fuck yes. But let's save that for a date where I can do it properly, and not in the corner of some Costco parking lot.” His voice is a dark rumble as he looks over at you, pausing the truck at a stop sign. His unruly curls are creating a halo lit by the street light behind him and it reminds you of the first time you were in his truck. Him driving to the airfield with you and you’re struck by how much has happened since that first day with Frankie. 

“Remember when we were first in your truck together?” you ask, mirroring the gesture you did then, lifting your hand to push it through the soft curls on his head. 

“I do, vividly,” he smiles, leaning into your hand, “I told you to do that again when we weren’t in any vehicles I would crash.” 

“You also said you wanted to kiss me.” 

“I did, and I wanted to kiss you right then, but it took like three more tries before I got my chance.” Frankie chuckles as he puts the truck in drive again. He lifts his arm so that he can put it around your shoulders, pulling you in, and you take your hand from his cock, not wishing to cause any accidents, resting it on his thigh instead. 

“Put your hand back there as soon as we’re inside the apartment, please,” Frankie says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, making you giggle and squeeze his thigh. Your sexual energy is still thrumming in your nerves but they simmer lower as you lean against Frankie, feeling a different kind of energy in your system. 

This man makes you feel safe, comfortable and wanted. You drop your head against his shoulder, relishing in the way his sheer presence wraps you up in a cocoon of happy content, as if his solid, calm energy makes your body relax and sink into him. Frankie’s own self doubts and nerves never seemed to seep out of him, he pulled them into himself, you could see in his eyes when he was pulled under by his negative thoughts, but the energy he gave to you was always solid, like a rock holding you steady. 

“You’re my rock, Frankie,” you say, as you wrap your arm across his waist, hugging him tightly. 

“Your rock, cariño?” he smiles, dropping his eyes from the road for a second to look at you. 

“You’re solid like a rock, making me feel calm when I’m with you, like you can handle whatever happens and keep me safe.” 

“I don’t know how much of a rock I am, I’ve struggled with keeping myself steady for most of my life,” he says, his voice a little doleful. 

“I know, but somehow you still manage to make me feel like you’re the most stable person in the world.” 

“You mean boring,” Frankie snorts, “should I be insulted?” 

You slap him playfully and shake your head, “Anything but boring, Frankie, just…you make me feel calm, and relaxed, when I’m with you. And happy. Very, very happy.” 

You feel him tighten his arm around your shoulders, “Mi amor,” he mumbles, his lips pressed to your hair as he keeps one eye on the road, “you make me very, very happy too.”

…

The mood changes as you get to Frankie’s apartment, riding up the elevator he nods up at the security camera in the corner and you resort to snuggling into him, keeping everything PG. But the second he’s got you over the threshold he cages you in between his arms against the door, his long body pressed up against yours, and you wrap your arms around his neck as his mouth finds yours. 

“Longest fucking dinner of my life,” he murmurs against you, his hips are flush against your belly and the hard line of his cock twitches between you. “Would’ve pulled you out of there and actually fucked you in my truck if I hadn’t waited three weeks for that reservation.” 

“You’re such a romantic, Frankie,” you smile, grabbing hold of his curls and pulling him back a little so that you can see his dark eyes, his eyelids half closed and a greedy look on his face. 

“Put your hand back on my dick, please, hermosa,” he husks, rolling his hips so that you can feel his cock more firmly. Keeping a hold on his hair so that you can look at him you snake your other hand between you and cup it over the hard bulge in his jeans, stroking it firmly with your eyes locked on his. His lips curl up almost as if he’s in pain and a dark groan slips out between his parted lips as he keeps his eyes on you, his pupils are wide and half hidden under his eyelids. You repeat the motion, adding your nails, rasping them over the bulge and Frankie’s head falls back. 

“Fuuuuck….” he moans, louder this time, “fucking feels so good but I’m about to break the zipper, cariño,” he pants. 

You tug at his hair, “Eyes on me, Francisco.” The use of his full name snaps him back as you palm him again, using your nails, and the look in his eyes sparks something inside you. Leaning in, close to his ear, you nip lightly at his earlobe, pulling a soft gasp from him. 

“Frankie,” you whisper, “do you like it when I tell you what to do?” The groan from deep in his chest is answer enough, and when you lean back, looking at him again, his jaw is clenched and he’s got a strained look on his face. 

“Tell me what to do, hermosa,” he grates out, his hips still against your palm cupped over his aching cock. His eyebrows are tightly knitted, his dark eyes fixed on your as he swallows hard, but he doesn’t move. 

You smile, the thought of having Frankie obeying your orders turns you on more than you thought it would. He’s always in control when you have sex, apart from the last few minutes when he loses himself, pumping into you as he chases his orgasm, he’s always in control. He always makes sure you come once or twice before he thinks about himself, he’s always thinking about how to give you as much pleasure as possible and seems to get as much out of it as you do. But he’s always called the shots, until now. 

“Frankie…” you purr, pulling your hand up from his dick to stroke your fingertips over his patchy beard, “this is new, I can call the shots tonight?” 

“Yes, baby, tell me what you want me to do,” his face is less strained now that your hand isn’t caressing his aching cock but his tone is still a dark groan

“Take me to your bedroom, Frankie,” you say, testing the waters, although this is hardly a difficult one. 

With a swift motion he bends and puts his arm behind your knees, the other at your back, picking you up as your arms wrap around his neck for purchase and he walks through the dimly lit apartment.  

“With the risk of sounding like a cavewoman,” you giggle, “your strength always turns me on, I forget how strong you are until you pick me up like I weigh nothing.”

“Maybe I should pick you up more often,” Frankie grins, pushing open the door to his bedroom. “Tell me, what do you want me to do with you now?” 

“Put me down,” you say and he gently sets you down on your feet and you sit down on the edge of the bed, giving him a mischievous smile. 

“Take your clothes off for me, Frankie.” 

He grins and starts rolling down the sleeves of his white shirt before unbuttoning it, revealing more tanned skin as he moves down. 

“The thing is,” you say, your eyes shamelessly watching him slide the shirt off his wide shoulders, “you’re always in control when we have sex. Making sure I come first, making me come several times before you even let me touch you.” Frankie gives you a proud smirk while his hands undo his belt and slides it out, dropping it on the floor next to the shirt. “And tonight, I wanna do the same to you.” You watch as his hands still, his zipper halfway down. 

“Don’t stop, Francisco,” you tell him. “You take your pants off at the last moment, when you’ve already got me spread out on the bed, coming down from you eating my pussy. I wanna watch you properly this time.” At the mention of him eating you out he narrows his eyes and you see the pink tip of his tongue peek out between his lips, his eyes dropping to the hem of your dress. 

“Maybe later, Frankie, if you’re a good boy,” you smile and his eyes find yours, the greedy look in them almost makes you want to drop your game and let him take control again. But instead you watch him push his jeans down over his narrow hips, catching his socks at the same time as he steps out of them. He stands up, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his snug black boxers, looking at you with his head tilted to the side and a crooked grin. 

“Want me to keep going?” he asks, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

You bite your lip, it’s hard to keep a straight face when he’s looking so good standing in front of you and he knows you’re cracking. “I didn’t tell you to stop, Francisco,” you manage to press out. 

The boxers are stretched over his rigid cock, doing nothing to hide the sheer size of him or how aroused he is. When you first had sex with him he was a bit self conscious, both about his body and the size of dick. Any qualms about this size you’d dispelled the first time, he knew you loved how he filled you up and you let him know it, loudly. His hang ups about his flat butt and soft belly were harder to dispel, but now he’s standing in front of you without any nerves, confidence oozing from him as he drags his boxers down his hips. He keeps his eyes on you as they slide over his cock, making it jump out as the elastic pulls over the tip. You’re flitting your eyes between his boxers and his face, your tongue peaking out without you noticing, licking your lips as he drops the boxers and strokes himself a few times with languid passes. 

“Lie down on the bed, Frankie,” you order him, standing up so that he can stretch out and lie back. He puts his hands out for you, trying to pull you down on top of him but you smile and slip away from his hands. 

“Patience, Frankie boy,” you purr and swat his hand away from your leg as he grins. 

You’ve still got your dress on and you see his cocky smile fade away as you give him the same view you just got. You’re wearing the black wrap around dress he loves and as his dark eyes watches, you untie it at the waist and let it fall open, pulling the ribbon out of the dress. 

“Hermosa,” Frankie moans, “you’re so beautiful, come here, let me touch you, please.” 

Shrugging it off your shoulders you step back up on the bed and straddle Frankie’s thighs, his hard cock jutting up towards his stomach just in front of you. 

“Not yet, my sweet Frankie,” you coo, “I know you want to taste me, make me come with your face buried in my pussy, but not yet.” 

Frankie’s jaw clenches and you can see his hands grabbing hold of the covers as you sit down. He’s desperate to touch but determined to let you guide him this time. The black lace panties and bra you’re wearing aren’t helping, it’s his favourite set. You’d asked for his advice when you bought it a few weeks ago and his cock had twitched when he thought about seeing you in it, wrapped like a present for him. Now you’re hovering above his erection, wearing that set, leaning down over him as your hand closes around the base. 

“Cariño,” he grumbles with a shiver as your breath ghosts over the head of his cock, it’s already weeping, drops of precum collecting at the slit. “Please…” 

“Please what, Frankie?” you smile, leaning closer to the tip, sticking out your tongue, keeping your eyes on him. His eyes are black, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at where the tip of your tongue traces the slit of his cock. When you make contact he moans, his hips bucking up involuntarily. 

“Please, hermosa,” he pants, and you lick your tongue over the head, collecting the salty liquid as he groans and bucks his hips again. Your mouth sinks over him and he’s fisting the covers, fighting the urge to grab on to your head, instead he watches as his aching cock disappears between your lips. He can feel the head gliding along the inside of your mouth as you take him deeper, your tongue licking along the length, teasing along the swollen ridges and veins that thrum with heat. Saliva drips from your mouth, down over his cock and you use it to slide your hand up and down him, easing the friction over the part that’s not in your mouth. 

Heat is building fast in his belly, your mouth is a hot vise around his cock, taking more and more down your throat as he gasps and groans, screwing up his eyes when he can’t watch, when he gets too close to coming. He’s rambling as he shivers underneath you, praising your mouth, your tongue, your hands. When your nose brushes against the wiry curls at the base of his cock, the head bumping the back of your throat, he cries out, begging you for release. 

“Please, you’re so good to me, let me…oh fuck you feel good,” he stutters, his voice catching as you close your mouth around him, dragging your lips along his length as you increase the pressure.

“Fuck…your mouth…hermosa, your mouth, make me come, let me come in you.” He opens his eyes again, looking down at you as you sink your mouth down over him again, you can taste his precum on your tongue, more of it leaking out. 

His hips are jerking up, he’s breathing fast as he whimpers and you lift your eyes to him, meeting his gaze. Seeing him like this, his mouth hanging open as he whines, looking wrecked, he screws his face up as if he’s in pain, makes you shudder, your panties are soaked, every one of his moans and whines going straight to your core. 

You sink down deeper over him, your tongue licking every inch of him as you take as much as you can, letting his cock brush against the back of your throat again as you move your mouth up and down his length, stroking the slick base with your hand coated in his precum and your saliva. 

Frankie lets out a broken growl, “fuck, cariño, ple…please…I’m gon - “ his stuttering turns into shout as you feel the first burst of thick liquid coat your tongue, he’s jerking his hips, his hands fly from the sheets and tangle in your hair as he pumps himself upwards, your mouth closing tight around his pulsating cock, milking his spend as it shoots out of him. Frankie’s whole body tenses up, his back arching off the bed, the corded tendons on his neck stretch and tremble when he throws his head back, a cry as if he’s in pain tearing itself from his throat. 

You continue to stroke him through his climax, looking up at him, seeing his throat strain as he pants, groaning through his high. His thrusts grow slower and you let your mouth drag along him, softening your lips as you let him pump the last of himself over your tongue, ending with a small kiss on the tip of his sensitive head. He relaxes and looks down at you again, seeing your mouth come off him and you wipe the back of your hand over your mouth. 

“Help, I can’t move,” he groans softly and you smile at him as you crawl up his body and lie down in his arms. 

“I liked that,” you say, wrapping an arm over his chest as he pulls you in close. “I see why you like eating my pussy first, it’s a rush to have that power.” 

“Don’t get used to it, cariño,” Frankie smiles, “I’m not giving it up so easily.” 

“I’ll get Benny to teach me how to bark orders like in the military, you seem to like me bossing you around.” 

“Only because I let you,” he pokes his finger into your side, “I wanted to see if you had it in you.” 

“Bullshit!” you splutter and almost sit up, but Frankie’s arm tightens around you and pulls you back down. “The second I used your full name you caved.” 

“I hated hearing my full name in the army, it meant I was in trouble. But when you say it, cariño lindo…I melt.” 

“I know, Francisco Morales,” your giggle turns into a squeal when he suddenly grabs your arms and flips you over. 

“Ahora, mi hermosa,” he murmurs as he sinks his mouth to your neck, “now it’s your turn.”

Chapter 8

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For Better or For Worse

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“Well bloody get on with it.” Loki cursed, his voice echoing through the grand room as he ran his fingers through his hair. There were few things Loki disliked, one of them being having to spend time with his family, more so his brother considering that now he’d never have to see his his father again. Gently patting Lokis shoulder, Rose looked pointedly at Miss Walters who was yet to open the sealed document sitting in front of her.

“Apologies but I’m just waiting for one more person.” She answered, Lokis brows furrowing in confusion as she spoke.

“One more person? What? We’re all the old fools ever known.” Loki scoffed.

“Loki.” Frigga interjected.

“Have I lied?” Loki shrugged.

“Loki.” Thor spoke warningly as Loki continued to ramble.

“Unfortunately I cannot begin as there is another name here.” Miss Walters cut in, the room falling silent.

“Who’s?” Loki ventured.

“Oh apologies for my tardiness.” You spoke, sauntering into the room as Loki stiffened, his jaw clenching.

“Oh you’ve got to be joking.” He murmured.

“Thank you Miss Walters” you smiled at the solicitor before turning to Frigga and making your way to her “Frigga” you beamed, kissing each others cheeks before your attention was stolen by Thor standing to his feet with open arms. Practically running, you jumped into his embrace before kissing his cheek, unaware of Lokis glaring. “Thorr.” You grinned as he put you down before you finally, finally acknowledged Loki. “Loki” you spoke venomously as if the name burned to recall “and you must be his new bed warmer.” You smiled at the woman sitting next to him.

“Excuse me?” Loki spoke for her.

“I’m joking, it’s all in jest” you lied, holding your hand out to her “lovely to meet you.”

“And you are?” She questioned, looking you up and down.

“No one.” Loki answered for you at the same time as you said “his wife. Well, ex wife” you explained “we didn’t quite work out, you see, Loki has a little problem in the bedroom department and he just left me completely unsatisfied and then there’s the greasy hair and the—”

“Alright that’s enough” Loki cut in harshly before quieting his tone “my mothers present y/n and that was one time, only the once.”

“Apologies.” You smiled curtly before taking your seat for the reading of the Will.

You mainly focused on your new manicure as the Will was read considering you didn’t nor were you expecting to hear your name. You assumed anything you would have been left was taken out after the divorce, although, that wouldn’t explain why your name was still there. You focused harder on your nails as Lokis apparent girlfriend rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, occasionally pecking his cheek whenever another asset was left to Thor. You kept trying to keep focus on the expensive art decorating your nails but your eyes kept venturing to Loki. You didn’t know what to expect considering you hadn’t seen him in well over a year but it wasn’t this. He looked eerily the same, it hurt even more that he did. Last night you found yourself almost praying that he looked different, maybe shorter hair, maybe his style had changed, maybe he just carried himself differently but no, no, this was the same Loki, the one you fell in love with, the one you married, the one you lost.

“My final asset, being my estate, is to be left to y/n y/l/n.” Miss Walters read, instantly catching your attention as your eyes flew up to hers.

“W-what?” Loki questioned, outraged as he stood to his feet before turning towards Frigga and Thor. “Mother? Surely he couldn’t have made that Will with sound mind, there must be a way to contest it.” He insisted.

“I’m afraid not.” Miss Walters answered for Frigga.

“This must be a mistake, she” Loki began, pointing at you “she has no claim to this house or this family for that matter.” He continued to argue, mostly to himself as you mouthed a wow before rolling your eyes, trying to hide your own shock. This was the last thing you expected.

After a while, Miss Walters began packing her things to leave whilst you stood and made your way to Frigga who was being very quiet considering everyone else present were all speaking. Pulling up a chair next to her, you reached into your bag.

“I know it’s nothing” you began, handing her a velvet box which she took gratefully, recognising the design before you hugged her properly. “but I thought you’d want it.” You spoke into her shoulder.

“Thank you dear.” She sniffled.

“I am so, so sorry for your loss and I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”

“You’re here now. I’ve missed you.” She answered.

“I’ve missed you too.” You agreed. “And Frigga, I don’t plan on selling the estate, don’t feel you need to leave you can stay here.”

“She’s a bitch.” Rose chimed in as Loki watched your interaction with Frigga.

“Mhm.” He hummed in reply, unable to look away from you.

“Let’s go Loki.” Rose insisted, standing infront of him and blocking his view of you.

Once everyone had dispersed, you took it upon yourself to venture up to the east wing where you used to be when you were with Loki. You were unsure how it looked now and whether or not it had changed. You walked up the stairs, each step reminding you of a different memory before you turned down the hallway to the east wing. You smiled as you saw your old bedroom door, a little bit of paint scratched off near the top from when you banged a piece of furniture against it when you moved in. You opened the door, eyes scanning the room as you gasped a little, surprised that it practically looked untouched, the ghost of your memories still haunting the place. You stepped inside, fingers running over the dusty dressing table as your eyes continued scanning the room. When they landed on a photo album, you picked it up before taking your seat on the bed and flicking through the pages. Pictures of you and Loki filled each page almost bringing a tear to your eye as you ran your thumb over one of the glossy pieces of paper. You both looked so happy, you don’t remember the last time you were happy, truly happy.

You’re not sure when you laid down or when your eyes fell closed but the last thing you remembered was sitting on the same bed as you begged Loki not to go, not to leave and the heartbreak and betrayal that followed when he did go. Some memories were better left forgotten.

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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 44

Claire found it rather surreal that she was currently in a big crowd, dancing around to a band that Chris was singing for. She hadn't realised he had such a good voice.

‘As much as you dislike your brother, you can’t deny he’s talented.’ Claire said to Loki between songs.

‘I know.’ Loki said reluctantly with a huff.

Loki did clap after each song, though didn’t show much more enthusiasm aside from that. Although, Claire swore that she spotted him mouthing along to some of the lyrics now and then, which made her heart hurt in a way. She wished she knew what really made them drift so far apart to the hate they have for one another now.

When Chris finished, he joined the group for drinks when they went to the main arena.

‘Well, you surprised me, Chris. I didn’t know you could sing so well.’ David said as he patted his shoulder.

‘Thanks.’ Chris shrugged. ‘It’s just all for fun, a little side thing we do.’

‘You could go far if you wanted to. You’re all a really talented bunch of guys.’ Spencer commented.

‘Perhaps in the future, the school is my main focus right now.’ Chris said nonchalantly. ‘What about you, little brother. Did you enjoy it? You are my biggest fan after all.’ He smirked at Loki.

Loki glared at him and shrugged. ‘Not terrible, I suppose.’ Was all Loki said, then he headed off to get some drinks from the bar.

‘I think he enjoyed it more than he wants to let on.’ Claire gave Chris a little smile.

‘What about you, did you enjoy it?’ Chris asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

‘Surprisingly, I did. I didn’t realise you had quite a set of lungs on you.’ She teased.

Chris smirked. ‘Should invite that sister of yours next time. Maybe she’d like to hook up with the lead singer, go for a bite to eat.’

Claire shook her head and rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, that won’t be happening.’

Everyone enjoyed the rest of the afternoon and start of the evening, they were drinking of course but not quite as heavy as the previous night. It was slower and they made sure to eat plenty between drinks, too.

‘Has anyone seen Spencer?’ Jessica asked the others.

‘No, actually. Where did he go?’ Michael frowned.

‘I think he said he was going to the toilet, but that was a while ago.’ Loki said with a frown.

‘We should go look for him. I’ve just heard that there’s been a few… incidents. Very drunk young… people. Drinking things they shouldn’t be.’ Jessica said worriedly as she looked at Loki with a certain look, that Loki and the other vampires picked up on instantly.

‘Yeah, let’s go find him.’ Matt said and everyone agreed.

They headed for the porta loos first, Loki raised his nose up to the air and sniffed. Of course, he could smell the disgusting typical porta loo smells, but through that he could also smell a lot of exposed blood… but what made his stomach drop was it was Spencer’s blood he could smell.

He rushed around the back of the toilets, the group quickly followed him, knowing he had picked up the scent of something. As they got closer, the other vampires could clearly smell him too.

‘Oh god.’ Claire cried when they found him round the back, dying. He was bleeding badly from a bite to his neck, coughing and spluttering.

There was another couple of humans round there too in the same predicament.

‘Shit!’ Loki gasped and wiped a hand down his face.

‘We need to save him! Someone needs to change him!’ Jessica sobbed as she put her hands over her face.

‘Not without permission… We can’t.’ Loki said reluctantly.

‘Fuck permission. I am not losing another good teacher.’ Chris snarled as he pushed Loki out of the way and rushed over to Spencer.

He crouched down and tried to sit him up, supporting him at his back.

‘Stay with me, Spencer… This will hurt, a lot.’ Chris said sheepishly. ‘It will be over quickly though.’

Spencer was pretty far gone, so didn’t really take in what Chris said. Though he soon found out as Chris bit his neck, his fangs sank into him and Spencer’s eyes widened for a moment before they closed. The vampires could all sense his heartbeat, it had been slowing down but had a slight spike when Chris injected venom into Spencer’s blood via his fangs, but then his heart began to rapidly decline.

Chris swiftly bit his own wrist, then made sure to drip enough of his blood into Spencer’s mouth that he had to force open. Once Chris was sure he’d gotten enough, he focused on his heartbeat and waited a moment. All the others were waiting too with baited breath, though Michael was at the back, horrified at what he was witnessing. In disbelief.

Spencer suddenly gasped and sat bolt upright, he coughed a few times and spat out some blood. His new fangs were emerged and he looked terrified.

‘It’s alright, calm down, Spencer. You’re ok. You’ll be feeling funny, but you’re going to be ok. Just trust us.’ Chris said calmly.

Spencer looked wild eyed as he glanced around, his senses were heightened and he was struggling to focus properly.

‘I’ll get him back to his tent. Meet me there.’ Chris said to the group, who nodded in agreement.

Chris was able to put Spencer over his shoulder, then he took large leaps and levitated over the crowds and back to their camp. He didn’t care in the moment who saw, he just needed to get Spencer to calm down and focus.

When the group turned around to head back, they were faced with Michael. Who was white as a ghost and looked like he was going to pass out.

‘Ah… Michael… We uh, need to discuss a few things back at camp.’ David said as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

When the whole group got back to their tents, Chris had managed to calm Spencer down enough to explain to him everything going on.

Loki and Matt took Michael to the side and explained to him too, he took it surprisingly well considering what he’d just witnessed. Though he was still in shock.

Jessica went to comfort Spencer in their tent while the others remained outside.

‘What the hell do we do now?’ Matt asked.

‘There’s nothing to do.’ Hannibal shrugged.

‘We’ve got two humans here, where it’s clearly not safe anymore. There are obviously some young vampires running around feral. They should have smelled Jessica on Spencer, but still went ahead anyway.’ Matt argued.

‘Matt’s right. Plus, Spencer isn’t going to be in any state to enjoy the rest of the night or tomorrow now. He needs time to adjust to his new senses.’ Chris said with a sigh. ‘I think we should head home.’

‘I agree. I don’t think I’ll be able to enjoy myself without worrying now.’ Loki said as he looked at Claire, who nodded in agreement.

‘We’ve had our fun, but if it’s getting too dangerous now, there’s no fun in that.’ Claire said quietly.

‘I’m getting my weekend tickets worth, whether you guys are staying or not.’ Hannibal said defensively and Will nodded in agreement with his partner.

‘Are you sober enough to drive?’ David asked Chris.

Chris nodded. ‘I’ve only had a few beers over the course of today.’

‘Let’s get packed up then.’ Loki sighed.

Everyone apart from Hannibal and Will began to get their things together. Spencer managed to help a little. Chris went back to get his own belongings and said he’d meet them at the bus.

‘I’m sorry we’re leaving already, love.’ Loki said softly to Claire as he pulled her into a hug.

‘That’s ok, it’s not your fault. It’s safer for everyone if we do. Besides, I’ve seen my favourite bands today, there’s not anyone I’m disappointed about missing tomorrow.’ Claire smiled up at him.

Loki kissed her forehead.

‘Besides, you really need a shower. You stink already.’ Claire teased.

‘Speak for yourself, smelly girl.’ Loki laughed as he stuck his tongue out at her.

They were all packed up pretty quickly and made their way to the bus to meet up with Chris. He was there waiting for them already. Before they knew it, they were on the road home.

Spencer and Michael had a lot of questions, which everyone else happily answered. Spencer seemed calmer now he was away from all the noise and high stimulation. It let his senses settle better, though he did often glance at Michael or Claire with a weird look in his eye. It would take him some time to adjust being around humans when his new instincts were telling him to feed from them.

Claire was next to Loki on the way home, leaning into him. She fell asleep for half the way, the alcohol and late night catching up on her.

‘Finally, Demsdale is in sight. You guys absolutely reek.’ Chris called back to the group.

‘Well, we’re not all rich enough to afford glamping. Plus, it was only one night. We can’t be smelling that bad.’ Michael argued.

‘Us vampires have a very strong sense of smell. Trust me when I say, we stink already. All that alcohol, sweat, and vomit from a few…’ Loki chuckled.

‘Huh… Fair enough.’ Michael sat back in his seat. He was going to take a while to get used to the whole vampire thing.

Loki and Claire were dropped off first, which they were glad of. Loki decided to leave Bat with his dad for the night and they’d go get her in the morning.

‘I’m showering first!’ Claire bolted straight upstairs.

‘I don’t think so!’ Loki called after her and ran up behind her. He grabbed her ankle when she was almost at the top step, she let out a screech as he pulled her down a few steps but then she turned over and he paused over the top of her with a grin.

‘Not fair, you’re faster and stronger. You’ll always beat me.’ She pouted.

‘N’aww, my poor little smelly vampire slut.’ Loki mocked and kissed the tip of her nose. ‘How about we both win tonight and shower together, hmm?’ He asked in a sultry tone as he trailed his finger down the side of her neck.

‘If I say no?’ Claire asked defiantly and raised an eyebrow.

‘Well… Then I’ll dump you in the bath while I shower myself.’ Loki shrugged. ‘Though it would be much more fun to share the shower, since it would also include an orgasm.’

‘Make it two and you’ve got a deal.’

Loki laughed and pressed his forehead against hers. ‘You drive a hard bargain, but I’m sure I can manage that.’

Manage that he certainly did. They didn’t take long to get worked up in the shower, washing one another’s bodies. Loki then had her pressed against the glass door while he fucked her good and hard. The first round was fast and needy, both of them clung to each other tightly like their life depended on it. Loki was growling and grunting like a crazed animal with Claire whimpering and whining with every thrust.

The second round was slower, more sensual. Loki moved deep and slow, driving Claire crazy with how deep he was inside of her because they were stood up, with only him supporting her. There was lots of sloppy kisses, Loki couldn’t keep his mouth off of hers.

‘I still can’t believe you’re mine. I love you, my darling.’ Loki whispered over her lips when they finished together.

‘I love you more.’ Claire whispered back with a little giggle.

‘Not possible.’ Loki slid his hand up her spine, making her skin tingle.

After getting dried off, they climbed into bed and both groaned. Even though it was just one night spent at the festival, it was still nice getting back into their comfortable bed.

‘Maybe next time we should do glamping too. Considering the bed feels this good after just one night.’ Claire suggested.

‘Agreed.’ Loki laughed.

-

The following morning, Loki and Claire woke up in bed to the news that the festival had been closed down last night. There were twenty-seven bodies found in the festival site, the police weren't sure what the cause was. They said it looked like a wild animal had been loose, but there were no witnesses for it.

‘Fuck.’ Claire gasped and put her hand over her mouth when Loki finished reading out the headline that was all over social media.

‘I’m so glad we left when we did.’ Loki said as he swallowed hard. ‘At least it’s over five hours away, not near Demsdale. So I’d say we don’t need to worry about feral vampires being here. Not more than our usual, anyway.’ He assured Claire as he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

‘Thank you for keeping me safe, as always. Coming home was the right choice.’

‘I wouldn’t have let that happen to you even if we stayed. I’ll always protect you, my love.’ Loki said as he hugged her tightly.

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Kinktober 2022 Introduction

Introduction (You can also find this story on my AO3. I am uploading to Tumblr for the first time- bear with me)

This is my first time participating in a Kinktober event. This is also my first time writing a group of oneshots with almost no plot or multiple parts. And also, the first time writing outside of my comfort zone. 

However, despite all of these 'firsts', I hope that you find at least a few chapters that you guys like- as I didn't stick with one particular fandom group so there might be some characters you either don't know or don't like. 

I think I only covered five fandoms: Twilight, Marvel, Harry Potter, TVD/TO, and Fruits Basket (anime). I was thinking of maybe doing Black Butler too, but I wanted to do two of each person (although I only did one Kingsley and one Shigure) so I didn't have room. However, I do plan on doing kinktober every year for. . . forever? So maybe I'll do Black Butler next year. 

Keep in mind that as I will be doing another one next year, you can request at the end of this book favorite characters or a character you might like to see with a certain kink. Preferably the characters already used in this one (Black Butler I only will do Sebastian and Claude). 

Also, I'm supposed to say 18+ only on this. As I was 17 when I was reading smut, I don't mind so much if you're like 16 or 17 reading this. I would prefer that you be 18 at least however. Despite this, if you are younger, it's not like I'm going to know unless you comment it. If you do comment anything that might make me think you're younger than 18, I'm supposed to block you (Wattpad rules). Please don't make me do this- I have been banned from a story before and it was one of the worst feelings in the world. I love comments, but just don't make me think that you're younger than 18. Thank you!

Anyways, with all of that out of the way, here are the following dates, kink, and character to go with it. Keep in mind I don't know what I'm doing with half of these so if I get something wrong, feel free to point it out. I won't change the writing, but I will keep it in mind in case I write something similar. Just be nice about it. 

October 1- Somnophilia (Carlisle Cullen) 😴

October 2- Breeding Kink (Steve Rogers) 🤱

October 3- Size Kink (Loki Laufeyson) 📏

October 4- Cockwarming (Tony Stark) 🍆🔥

October 5- Daddy kink (Lucius Malfoy) 💸

October 6- Collaring (Remus Lupin) 💍

October 7- Age Gap (Severus Snape) 👧👴

October 8- Bondage (Niklaus Mikelson) 𓀏

October 9- Uniform Sex (Bucky Barnes) 👨‍✈️

October 10- Pregnancy kink (Hatori Soma) 🤰

October 11- Sensory Deprivation (Steven Strange) 🕶

October 12- Striptease (Shigure Soma) 🩲

October 13- Mirror Sex (Damon Salvatore) 🪞

October 14- Lingerie Kink (Kingsley Shacklebolt) 👙

October 15- Praise Kink (Elijah Mikelson) 😇

October 16- Spanking (Lucius Malfoy) 😣😫😩🥵

October 17- Food play (Hatori Soma) 🍫

October 18- Thigh Riding (Remus Lupin) 🦵

October 19- Non-bed surface (Severus Snape) 🚕

October 20- Orgasm Denial (Niklaus Mikelson) 🆘

October 21- Knife Play (Bucky Barnes) 🗡

October 22- Sex Pollen (Loki Laufeyson)  🪄

October 23- Kitchen sex (Carlisle Cullen)  🍜

October 24- Aftercare (Steve Rogers)  🛁

October 25- Biting (Damon Salvatore) 👄

October 26- Lap Dance (Tony Stark) 👠

October 27- Overstimulation (Elijah Mikelson) 💥

October 28- Face Sitting (Steven Strange) 😀𓀔💀

October 29- Gangbang (Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lucius Malfoy) ♿️

October 30- Semi-Public/Public sex (Stucky) 🏦

October 31- Monsterfucking (Niklaus Mikelson, Elijah Mikelson, Damon Salvatore)🧛‍♂️👹 P.S.- might get this one wrong or messed up as I don't fully understand it. But I'll try my best! 

100% Know what I'm writing about: 💚 Sort've know what I'm writing about: 💙 Have no idea what I'm writing about and just winging it with YouTube and research and other smut books in hopes that I get it somewhat good: ❤️

No copyright. All Characters belong to their respective fandoms and authors.

[nerdieforpedro]

Wednesday WIP

It's hump day people! So that means it's time to find out what everyone is working on! 😎 As for your girl Nerdie, I have a few things in the works: two Dieter fics, two Marcus Pike fics, and Dave/Santi.

@iamasaddie Popped out a dark Valentine's Day prompt and past Nerdie said sure! Thus we're going to have a different version of Marcus Pike. (Not “Daddy” I made a slight edit to the prompt). He might be a bit manipulative, but it's for your benefit. Not odd at all. It's still in bullet points and some of them may change I gave @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin a preview so have to ask her if it makes any sense. 😄 (The above gif is how I picture this Marcus. Like he looks so sweet, but sir, SIR! But also we're okay with it, maybe.)

@magpiepills gave me an excellent idea for meeting Marcus Pike at a motel based off a Tag game we did a week or two ago. I've thought of three parts for the thing. I just gotta write it. That will be the Marcus fluff we know and love. 💕

@angelofsmalldeath-codeine Sweetly asked if there was an update on my chapter Dieter series "Weddings 101 with Dieter." I am working on chapter 4, I just have to work out the details. The devil is there and he is mocking me. 😈 The Horny Delegation's High Chancellor has high expectations. Maybe I should have written it a little worse. 🤗

Dave/Santi have their bullet points mostly. I did start on them. Maybe February @for-a-longlongtime It needs a lot more meat, lube, cargo pants and zip ties. There may be a preview of that next week along with some Santiago smut. The Santi x reader smut will be @rhoorl (she started it with her ask) and @legendary-pink-dot fault who sent me one journalist's investigative piece on Oscar's Dune beard. 🤣 I also blame Pinterest. You search “Oscar Isaac beard” one time. Sheesh. 😒

I finished my addition to the PMAMC 2024 challenge organized by the talented @wannab-urs and, well, it's done and out there. 👀 Read the other ones and come back to mine, if you think about it. This week is everyone is posting so there will be a masterlist up later with everyone who participated.

I'll end with a small preview of my Dieter Brovo one-shot:

God he needs to feel you, the pocket pussy he has is alright but he needs your full weight on him. You mewling at him, giving him silent direction as he tries to make you vocalize more. Dieter’s aware he’s often loud enough for the both of you and he finds that hearing the few moans that you will give him, fill him with a sense of accomplishment. He remembered that you’d told him that it was difficult to climax sometimes and actually you’ve reached your peak so much more often with him than other partners, because he cared to find out where your spots are, what makes you feel good. Your hushed noises weren’t an indication that he wasn’t doing well, you just weren't used to making sounds during sex. Since the two of you met at a club where you had misplaced your shoes and Dieter let you borrow his crocs, you’d been seeing each other when you could. It was one of the few stable relationships Dieter had outside of his business team.

So that’s all I have this week. 🤗 See you next week!

No pressure tags: @fhatbhabie @trulybetty @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj @pedroshotwifey @megamindsecretlair @i-own-loki @secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @ladybess-a03 @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose @undercoverpena @avastrasposts @chronically-ghosted @gwendibleywrites

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

MobAu

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Chapter 17

Warnings: swearing, angst

Bucky felt his heart breaking for Y/N as he gently picked her up bridal style and took her to his car. She grumbled groggily when he set her down in the back seat.

"What happened?"

Bucky made sure her seat belt was fastened, then went around to sit next to her.

"You fainted doll. Are you going to be alright? We planned on going to the wake at Loki's house but we don't have to go if you aren't up for it."

She shook her head sadly "No, I need to at least go for a bit. I didn't speak to his parents at all while we were at the cemetery." She stared out the window as Steve drove to Loki's.

"It still doesn't feel real. I don't know how to process everything that's happened the last few months. Clints betrayal, my father's death, my arm, Sif" she paused then whispered "Thor." She sighed sadly "I'm starting to think I'm cursed. Maybe I'm meant to be alone."

Bucky shook his head "No sweetheart, I know it feels like it but it will get better. Then worse, then better, up and down. Life is fucked like that.

Besides you can't be alone, you're stuck with me and reaffirmed it in front of everyone so I ain't going anywhere."

A small grin appeared on her face as she chuckled softly.

"Jesus Barnes, are you trying to depress her more?" Sam cracked from the front seat.

Bucky glared at Sam as Steve cackled at his comments. "Some friends you two are."

Steve looked at him earnestly "That hurts, Buck. We're your brothers" he proclaimed and Sam started laughing as Steve finished "It's our sworn duty to fuck with you any time possible."

Y/N laughed out loud before she could cover her mouth, eyes twinkling at Bucky.

He crossed his arms and grumbled "So now all three of you are gonna gang up on me? That's some bullshit."

Y/N reached out to caress his face, ran her fingers through his hair before pulling on it, hard "That's what family does, Jamie."

Bucky tried to stifle the moan that escaped but she heard it and raised her eyebrow at him. He blushed and shrugged his shoulders while she filed that tidbit away for future reference.

Her smile fell and she felt the pain in her chest again as they pulled up to Loki's house, people dressed in black walking up to the front door.

Bucky took her hand and helped her out of the car, walking her up the driveway as Steve went to find a parking place.

As soon as they entered Loki swooped in and gave her a tight hug, long enough they stood and cried on each other's shoulders.

Loki pulled back and looked at her. "You know he loved you more than anything. He would have dealt with being pulled back into the life if he had you by his side."

Y/N nodded "I know but I know how he hated it, how hard he worked to get away and the fights with Odin over his refusal to take over your family. I could never have asked him to do that." Her voice cracked "I'm so grateful for the time we did have but it's my fault he's gone and I don't know how to live with that."

Loki shook his head "No, love, It isn't your fault and he wouldn't want you blaming yourself. He had no hesitation when he told me he would die for you. I just hoped it would never come to this point."

Thor's mother, Frigga, interrupted them "Y/N dear child, are you alright? We saw you at the cemetery but there were so many people." She hugged her, then pulled back to look at her "You look tired child, when was the last time you ate a decent meal? Come, there is an abundance of food." She took her hand and pulled her towards the kitchen.

Y/N tried to protest but Frigga shushed her "Thor would want you taken care of and I'll do it if you can't right now."

She waved her hand around the kitchen, counters that were covered with dishes of food. "You know where everything is" she hugged her again "I have more people to greet but will find you soon. Make a plate and find a place to sit and eat."

Y/N made herself a plate, another simple act that was now 100 times more difficult with only one arm, and looked for a quiet place to sit which she found in the library. It only took two trips to take her drink and her food there. She curled up in an oversruffed leather chair, putting the plate in her lap and forced herself to eat. She tried not to get frustrated at how difficult it all was to accomplish now.

It didn't take Bucky long to find her "Hey Doll. You alright?"

She shrugged "I'm still alive, haven't broken down and am eating. I think that's as good as it will get right now."

They heard the doorbell but were surprised at how quiet the house became after they heard the door open. That couldn't be good.

Bucky looked at her "Stay here doll, I'll be right back." And reached for his gun. She looked at him concerned and he smiled softly and left the room.

It was quiet for a moment which made Y/N nervous. Then she heard shouting and Loki's raised voice and couldn't just sit there anymore.

When she made it to the living room, she wished she had stayed in the den.

Standing in the entry with a disgusting grin on his face was Baron Helmut Zemo. He smiled wider when he saw her.

"There you are my dear. I came to see how you were handling your lovers death. I've been so worried about you and wanted to offer my condolences."

Y/N's eyes grew wide at the sight of her ex fiance. "You have a lot of nerve showing up here Zemo. Everyone here knows of your involvement with Pierce and Dreykov, which makes you complicit in Thor's murder."

Zemo chuckled "Perhaps but they also know of the rules regarding funerals and are all far too honorable to break them. I just wanted to see you, darling. And let you know that this is not over. You are safe right here and right now because you are surrounded by your allies but it won't always be that way. I'm a patient man and I don't give up what is mine." he walked up and kissed her cheek before she could pull away. "You are mine and I will have you back. Your new fiance will be in the ground and you will be by my side and in my bed." He turned to leave "I'll see you soon, my love. And you too Sargeant Barnes." And quickly left.

Y/N was in shock. As if this hadn't become enough of a nightmare, she still had to deal with him.

After Zemo left, the room burst into tense discussions with some shouting thrown in.

Loki was furious, "How dare that bastard show his face here, today. I've half a mind to break that rule and-"

Frigga cut him off "I know Zemo needs to be handled but our family has honor and will not lower ourselves to his level. Besides that, Zemo is no fool. You know he has people right outside, waiting for one of us to come after him."

Loki looked down "I know mother, he just infuriates me. Tomorrow we will work on a plan to dispose of him and any of his associates we can identify."

Frigga hugged her remaining son "We will unleash the fury of the Gods on him."

Yelena appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. "I know where to start looking for his base and who he is probably working with."

Loki nodded "Tomorrow we shall meet, breakfast, early, here. Let this be the last we speak of him today."

Y/N was still standing in the middle of the room, seemingly in a daze as Bucky approached her "Y/N? Doll? Are you alright?" She looked at him and shrugged. He put his arms around her and whispered in her ear "Zemo won't get anywhere near you. I promise I will protect you with my life if necessary."

She shook her head "My life isn't worth anything anymore. I'm beginning to wonder if I should just go back to him so the rest of you can go on with your lives."

Bucky gently grabbed her chin and pulled her to face him. "No, Y/N, that's not acceptable to me. You are worth so much to so many people who will protect and defend you whether you want us to or not. None of this is your fault. Do you understand me?"

He saw her eyes filling up with tears "You're my family now and I don't want to hear that kind of talk. Ok?"

She nodded even though she still felt cursed and spoke in a small voice. "Can we go home now?"

Bucky kissed the top of her head "Of course. I'll let Loki know we're going, I'm sure he'll understand." He found an open chair and sat her down "Stay right here and I'll be back in a minute."

Bucky found Steve in a corner with Loki and rolled his eyes "Come on, jerk. Y/N is ready to go."

He turned to Loki "I'm going to take care of her tonight. Did I hear you say we were meeting for breakfast?"

Loki nodded, Bucky shook his hand. "We'll see you then. I'll try to convince Y/N to stay home, she's drained physically and emotionally."

Bucky went to get Y/N and Sam, giving Steve a moment to give Loki a kiss on the cheek before he headed to get the car.

Y/N was quiet on the way home and quickly showered and changed into her pajamas with her mothers help.

When Bucky came into his room to kiss her goodnight Y/N looked up at him sadly "Can you stay with me, Jamie? I don't want to be alone"

@bigphattygyal @cjand10 @lokiandbuckysdoll @kimomoraba @avery199 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @esposadomd @sebsgirl71479

Bucky nodded "I can't say no to you, doll." And stripped down to a t-shirt and boxer briefs, climbing under the blankets to spoon her as she cried herself to sleep.

Chapter 18

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 11

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Back to being undercover. Where were we? Ah, yes! Loki had you pressed to the wall and someone interrupted you.

For the next chapter I need a song you would dance to in your kitchen. Any suggestions? Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 11: The Witch Cave

"Hey, what are you two doing here?"

So much for the illusion. You remain very still under Loki, who only slowly detaches himself from you and half turns to the man. "My lady and I were just looking for an undisturbed place for a moment," he slurs, as if he were drunk, and in a foreign accent.

"Guests are not allowed down here." The man remains stubborn. You don't think it's a bouncer, he would have thrown you right out. Maybe one of the bartenders who was replenishing the drink supply.

Loki takes his hand from your lips and reaches into his jacket, from which he pulls out a some bills. From these he counts out a few and slides them to the man. "We'll be out of here in a few minutes."

You can hear the smirk from his voice and decide to wake up from your torpor and play your part of the role. You put your arms around Loki's neck and pull him back against you. Out of the corner of your eye, you register the man looking at you for a moment before starting to move.

"Next time I come by, you better be gone."

The footsteps move away and then a door opens and closes. After that, everything is silent.

Involuntarily, you breathe a sigh of relief.

You realize that your arms are still around Loki’s neck. You never want to let go of him again. Your gaze wanders to his lips. They're very close, far too close and very inviting. The corners of his mouth curl as if he knows what you're thinking, and when your gaze shoots back up to him, you notice his dark, hungry look. He hasn't moved an inch from you.

"Trouble?" Natasha suddenly asks into both of your ears, breaking the spell.

You peel away from each other and Loki steps aside, glancing into the small hallway.

"Everything’s fine," he replies curtly, answering her question and simultaneously informing you that the way is clear. His voice is rough and sends a shiver down your spine. The empty spot in front of you feels cold and missing something. You won’t get rid of the image of him so close very soon.

Silently you walk on. It seems to you as if the corridor is suddenly narrower, more stuffy. And not only because you are approaching the boiler room. It's the last door in the corridor. Up to this point, everything was lit by long neon tubes on the ceiling, but when you open the door, there is darkness behind it. Instead of looking for a light switch, Loki creates a small light that appears next to him with a flick of his wrist. Wordlessly, he takes your hand and leads you through the darkness. His fingers are warm, familiar. You would follow him so much further. Maybe everywhere.

Focus on the mission.

Another door leads you into a larger hallway, painted friendly. Immediately Loki lets go of your hand as if it were burning him.

To your left is the main staircase, to the right is first an office, then the witch's cellar. It's easy to spot because the door is painted with many, strange symbols.

"We've reached the target’s location," you inform Natasha and Clint briefly over comm.

The first thing to do is to bypass the protective spell that each witch sets up around their sanctum. You brought something specifically for that, because this part was predictable. You tell Loki to step back a bit. Then you take off a ring from your little finger, a narrow silver band with small symbols. With a few words and gestures, it unwinds. The silver dissolves, while the symbols remain glowing and increasing in size. You weave it into the door, which opens with a soft click. You don’t get the ring back.

You step inside and immediately the hair in the back of your neck stands up. "There's something off about this place...," Loki says, getting the same bad vibes.

"What is it? The skulls dangling from the ceiling or the dried blood splatters on the wall?" you reply sarcastically. You need some normality for this mission, to focus. You don’t care if it’s a defensive mechanism.

Furnishings-wise, not much has been done to the room; the walls and floor are bare concrete. Red and black are the only colors that add some variety. The skulls you mentioned are mostly from animals, but you're careful not to look too closely. There are several tables of utensils and ritual circles on the floor. You watch out not to step on them.

"Me cabinets, you shelves?"

Loki nods and you split up for the search.

You open the first cabinet and find trinkets, incense, and candles. All regular stuff, nothing special per se about it. In the next cabinet are books whose titles leave a sour taste in your mouth. Among witches there are no forbidden techniques, but there are some that are frowned upon, downright cruel. Most of the books here fall into this category.

One compartment further down you find an actual wand. They are rare and very powerful. You haven’t encountered many in your life and are fascinated to find it here of all places. And you are very tempted to take it, already reaching out for it. But before you touch it, you stop. There's no luck in stealing from a witch. You are here only for the gem, everything else should stay here. You close the cabinet and move on to the next one.

"I've got something here," Loki informs you. He holds a small box in his hands, inside is a gem looking exactly like the drawing in Strange's book. "The magic signature matches."

"You take it. I don't have pockets," you say, looking down at your dress.

Loki grins suggestively, then suddenly, as if listening, tilts his head. "We need to hurry. My illusion has been discovered." He puts the gem in his jacket pocket and you two bolt through the door. But you don't get far, when you can already hear rumbling footsteps approaching from the stairwell in the hallway. The Asgardian grabs your arm. "Hold on tight." Everything around you blurs briefly as he tries to magically take both of you outside. A sharp pain runs through you and you stand in the same place as before.

"Ouch!"

"I can't teleport!" Loki curses. The witch must have erected a magical barrier around the club, making magical entry or escape impossible.

Two guards come running down the stairs. Loki pushes himself between you and them, conjured daggers in his hands. At least other magic still seems to work. He sprints forward and attacks the men. It's not particularly hard, they're not really a match for him. Simple men with little training in combat. They are skilled enough to deal with common men at the club or maybe an armed burglar. But not an Asgardian god. It’s not a fair fight. Loki hardly needs to exert himself.

You stay in the background, putting your fingers to the device in your ear. "Natasha, we're spotted. Basement, near the office and the witch's cellar."

Surprisingly, you get no response. Just a short, ticked-off static. Something must be blocking the signal down here. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice movement and turn around. On the wall behind you, circles spread out from a point in the center, growing larger and larger. Like the rings on a water surface after a stone got thrown into it.

Daegal steps out of the wall into the hallway. His face darkens as he sees you two, becoming an angry grimace.

"Well, well, who do we have here? Two pathetic mages who want a piece of the pie?"

He has an accent you can’t quite place.

You don't answer, but immediately activate one of your rings by twisting the stone into your palm and closing it into a fist. Then you push your arm forward and a blast shoots from you, hitting the sorcerer and yanking him backwards. He is slammed against the wall at the end of the hallway and falls to his knees with an 'oof'.

"He's here," you call to Loki, who is busy with another guard who has just appeared.

Grimly, Daegal scrambles to his feet. He raises his hands in front of him, turning them clockwise in a circle. Suddenly, reality shifts in the long hallway. You fall to the ceiling as if the earth's gravity had turned. Loki feels the same way, as does the confused guard. Only the witch remains standing where he is. He moves his arms back a bit and you roll onto the wall, which is your new floor.

As if you were standing on a ship on the high seas, you are thrown to the left and to the right and sometimes upwards, whenever he circles his arms, falling from wall to ceiling to floor and back. Tomorrow you'll have a lot of bruises.

You yank yourself upwards and float into the air. You can still feel your center of gravity shifting, but you stay in the middle of the hallway. Then you dart toward the sorcerer. He tries to hold his spell in one hand, trapping Loki on the ceiling and hurls a defensive spell at you with the other. But you are faster and sweep him off his feet.

A hand to hand combat ensues between you. You're not skilled at it, basically just trying to keep him busy until Loki gets here. Luckily, Daegal doesn't seem to be good in close combat either. You dish out a few punches, dodging with little elegance. Whenever one gives the impression of starting a spell, they get a particularly strong blow.

The witch grabs your hair, pulls it. You ram him with your bare shoulder, which probably hurts you more than it hurts him. He grabs you roughly and with an angry growl, he shoves you away from him. You stumble a few steps back and fall on your butt. Your collarbone hurts, and with a glance down you notice that you have a bloody mark where Daegal scratched you. Silently you curse your clothes, which are absolutely not fit for combat. Next time you want an indestructible super suit.

You look up and see the witch licking his finger. Hot chills run down your spine as you realize your mistake.

He has your blood.

Reciting a spell, he reaches out his fingers to you. The tattoos on them begin to glow, the color moving under your skin to form a new symbol. Before you can react, your throat tightens and you choke. You try to call for Loki, for help, but no sounds come from your lips. Panic spreads in your body, beating in your closed throat. The feeling is familiar to you, a dark memory that you have neatly tucked away in a drawer of your brain that you never wanted to open again.

A rope around your neck. It's rough and itches your skin. You are not the first to find your end in it and probably won’t be the last. A small crowd has gathered for this spectacle. Their eyes stare at you with disgust, fear and hate. There is nothing but an old barrel under your feet and you are trying not to move, not to lose your balance and summon the inevitable.

The rope is tied to a tree. The town's too small for its own place of execution. The words of the people reach your ear only muffled, single scraps of words. Fear beats too loudly in your ears and throat.

Someone kicks the barrel, you lose your footing and fall. A jolt goes through the rope, all at once your breath stops and you tear your eyes wide open in panic…

A green beam shoots over you and suddenly you manage to take a breath. You feel like someone pulled you back into the present. Your gasping has turned into a cough, in a desperate attempt to get air into your lungs. You blink away the tears from your eyes.

When you look up, you see that Loki has taken the witch to fall and is attacking him with two clones of him. In his fingers he holds the gem you stole from the witch cave. All three are making the same moves. The witch fights back, reaching through an illusion, which immediately disappears. He gets stabbed, stumbles. A tattoo on his neckline lights up and he grabs the two Lokis by the arm, sending lightning bolts into them. The doppelganger dissolves. The real Loki grits his teeth, but makes no sound of pain. He lunges with his dagger, but the attack is blocked. You scramble to your feet, forcing your body to start moving.

Another lightning attack. It paralyzes Loki for a split second, but it's enough for Daegal to disarm him. You grab him by the shoulder from behind. Surprised, he turns to you, but before he can attack you, you ram your knee into his crotch. With a high-pitched gasp, he doubles over and lets go of Loki.

Immediately the Asgardian is back on his feet and grabs the witch by the hair. A new dagger appears in his hand, which he puts to his neck. But before he can hurt him, you give Loki a sign to wait.

Your fingers still hold onto the fabric of Daegal's shirt. You mumble a few words.

Loki waits to see what happens, probably expecting you to finish it yourself. Then he notices the snake bracelet coming to life, moving down your arm like a real animal made of gold. It coils once around the sorcerer's neck, then hisses and bites him in the crook of the neck, buries its teeth deep in the flesh.

Daegal gurgles, then collapses, powerless.

Loki drops him to the ground. "Poison?" he asks you as you kneel down to pick up the snake again. You guide it to your arm, where it coils around again. With a single word, it freezes into jewelry again. Only then do you shake your head.

"He'll only forget this night," you reply, looking down at the body. "Witches shouldn't kill each other."

After all, you broke into his house. He was merely defending himself. Even if his witch cellar looks very suspicious and Daegal seems like a douchebag in general. That’s not enough to take his life.

Loki says nothing to this and puts the gem back in his pocket. You don't know if he agrees with you or disapproves of your decision.

Together you walk to the door that leads to the stairwell. It has become quiet, which seems suspicious. The both of you exchange a glance. Loki goes first.

On the next floor, he sees two more guards taken out, lying on the stairs. Natasha is taking their weapons from them. "There you are," she greets you. "Did you find it?"

"Yes."

"Good, then let's get out of here. Clint will get us off the roof."

Together, you continue walking upstairs. Just as you pass the floor leading to the club, the door opens and more security comes out. This time in a different, heavier uniform. Seems like someone called in the professionals. Your group hurries up to put more distance between you.

You stop briefly at the top of a stairhead and place your fingers on the floor. With a quick command, the steps fold in, becoming a smooth ramp that is a far more difficult obstacle for your pursuers.

Shots are fired and you yelp as you are hit in the shoulder. Quickly, you continue running upstairs. You hear more gunfire and duck your head, but don't stop moving. Gritting your teeth, you keep on your way. There is no alternative. Stopping means dying. Or worse.

Loki appears at your side, shielding further attacks with his body.

The guards aren't held long by your spell, you hear their heavy boots following you. But by then you've reached the door to the roof. It's locked, but with a kick from Loki it flies open, almost torn off its hinges. Asgardians have unparalleled strength.

As soon as you step out, you hear Clint's voice over comm. "Got visual."

You hear a low whirring sound before an arrow hits the side of the roof entrance. A metal rope is strung from it, reaching to the neighboring building where the archer is waiting. Natasha and Loki exchange a look and the Asgardian gestures. "Ladies first."

The Widow nods and steps onto the parapet. There, she pulls a hook from the belt of her leather pants, using it to secure herself to the wire rope that stretches almost horizontally. Then she nimbly climbs hanging on the rope to the other building.

Next Loki turns to you, but you watch in horror what Natasha is doing, your gaze wandering to the abyss between the two buildings. You must be seven stories high. Behind you, you hear rumbling from the stairwell.

"Hurry up," Loki urges, pulling you to the edge of the roof. You fidget in his grasp.

"No way!"

"I thought you could fly."

"I can float. There’s a difference. Even if I could fly, I wouldn't. I'm really not a fan of heights." You don't even dare look down over the edge of the roof. You feel like you're going to be sick. "I can't climb over there."

"You'll have to, I still can't teleport from here." Loki climbs up onto the small parapet. "Come on, we'll do this together."

Another security guard comes rushing up to the roof. Before he can fire his weapon, he is hit by an arrow and stumbles back. You have a choice between death by fall or death by bullet.

Loki takes the decision from you by grabbing your arm and pulling you up to him. He wraps his arm around your waist and you automatically lay yours around his neck to hold onto him. Briefly, you flinch as his clothes touch your wound.

"How are we going to do that?" you ask him, because there's no way either of you can climb like this.

"Loki, remember New York?" Clint asks.

The Asgardian hesitates for a split second.

"Yes."

You hear the whirring of an arrow. It's aimed directly at your companion, who turns a bit and catches it out of the air, just in time, before it hits his head. There is another wire rope on this arrow, just thinner. And at the end is a hook. Loki clamps it in place.

"Hold on tight," he commands you. You don't need to be told twice. A jolt goes through the arrow as you are pulled over as if by a winch. You close your eyes as your feet lose their footing. Loki's arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. You try to focus on him and not on possible death.

You only need a few seconds until you've reached the other side. Nat helps you climb through a window into the building. Loki follows you suit. Clint cuts the rope while Natasha fires a few shots at more guards who try to follow you. Then you start running. The building is an empty office complex, which makes it easier for you to escape. Without interruption, you run through the corridors to the first floor. After stepping on the street, your squad disappears unnoticed in the darkness of the night.

Shortly after, you're all sitting in the jet, heading home. Once you are in the air and have left the city behind, you breathe a sigh of relief.

Natasha is back behind the wheel. You don't know where she gets the energy to do this. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, fatigue sets in. But you still feel far too nervous to relax. You knead your hands between your fingers as the realization catches up about what happened. You've been fighting a witch and a whole bunch of security guards. You put Loki and yourself in danger because you were scared, you remember ashamed. You thought that at the crucial moment you would have reacted differently, acted more courageously. Sighing, you slump your shoulders. You have reached your goal, collected the piece of the artifact. There are no casualties on your side. That is all that matters.

You look up as Loki takes a seat beside you. His gaze lays on the gunshot wound on your shoulder. Fortunately it’s just a graze, but it hurts nonetheless. Blood has seeped down your arm, but dried down. The wound pinches and stings. An unpleasant feeling, but one that somehow grounds you. You are alive.

The Asgardian doesn't look half as battered, you enviously notice. But he's also much more used to fighting. As a prince of Asgard, it was part of his upbringing and from the stories of Norse mythology alone, you know that he and his brother had their fair share of adventures in the past.

"You're injured," Loki states the obvious and you look up, smiling tiredly.

"It's not so bad. I'll treat it at home." He extends his fingers.

"May I?" he asks and you nod. He puts his fingers on your wound, which closes in a greenish glow. That’s convenient. Loki also immediately summons a blanket to put around you. You're glad; you're still only wearing the short dress, and as fatigue creeps into your muscles, so does the cold.

"Thank you." You rest your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I kept us on the roof."

"Merely an inconvenience," Loki waves it off. "Some fears are not rational. I understand that you have no control over it."

"I know, but still. That was unprofessional and put you in unnecessary danger."

"There was no real danger for me. And besides, in the fight against the witch you were outstanding."

"Yeah, that was pretty cool," you say smiling. But then you remember the choking and your heart clenches again. Better not to think about it. "I'm pretty beat. Can you wake me up before we arrive if I fall asleep?"

"I will," Loki promises.

You look around to figure out which position is most comfortable for sleeping. Unfortunately, the jet isn't really set up for that. There are individual seats for the pilot and co-pilot and otherwise just the barely padded benches at the walls where you sit. You wonder if Loki could conjure up a bed for you if you asked him to, but that would be a little weird. So the bench will have to do. You move a bit away from Loki, pull your legs up and lie down on your side. It's narrow, but there's enough room if you don't move.

"Put your head on my lap. Otherwise you'll hurt yourself in a turbulence," Loki instructs you.

Far too knocked out to question his offer, you simply accept it and move a little closer. He puts his hand loosely on your waist and thus prevents you from possibly rolling off the bench.

Although you're tired, you can’t sleep, only short episodes of dozing and half-sleep. Sometimes you blink, get blinded by the artificial light and close your eyes again. The buzz of the jet remains a constant background noise. Wrapped in the blanket and with Loki by your side, you trust him to watch over you.

You feel like you're dreaming, reliving the past few hours. Your body is twitching, processing what has happened, not yet understanding that you are no longer in danger. Loki looks down at you, sees your furrowed brows, the tense facial features. He lays his fingers on your head and sends you some soothing thoughts that seem to calm your body.

As he turns his head, he notices the Widow watching him from the bench across. She and the archer switched places a while ago. Clint now flies the jet so she can get some rest. She leans against the wall, one leg pulled up. But until she is back in the tower, she remains alert. She is a professional.

She doesn't shy away when their eyes meet. Natasha merely raises an eyebrow, taking in the unusual caring scene in front of her. Loki says nothing, doesn't even respond with a gesture. He doesn't want to wake you up, doesn't want to interrupt your much needed rest. Besides, he already knows that he has to be careful what he says to the Widow. She's smart, much smarter than he thought she was when they first met back in the helicarrier. Now they may be on the same team, but Loki won't underestimate her again.

He wakes you up as New York comes into view. Your eyes immediately shoot open as he gently shakes you. Your head still rests on his lap and you wonder if Loki has moved even an inch in the last few hours.

"We are almost there," he informs you as you sit up and stretch your limbs. They're a little stiff from being cramped on that small bench.

Through the large windshield in front of the pilot's seat, you see that it's still night, but there's a narrow strip of light on the horizon. It won't be long before the sun rises. You know you'll fall right back into bed in the tower anyway. Right after you've eaten something.

And you still have to hand over the artifact part to Stephen. But as you land, Loki offers to take over the task and you are grateful to him for it. You texted Stephen that you were successful, but there was no response from him yet. That means you still have to walk through Manhattan to the Sanctum, and you really don't have the energy for that anymore.

Secretly, you hope that it will take a little while for you to find the third and final part of it. For now, you've had enough action-packed adventures. The next mission can wait a little longer.

The morning has just dawned when Loki is standing in front of the doors on Bleecker Street. It's been a while since he was last here, and his last visit didn't exactly leave him with pleasant memories. Surprisingly, the doors still open for him without hesitation. Cautiously, Loki steps inside, bracing himself for the possibility that the floor might open under him and swallow him. But nothing of the sort happens.

He stands in the empty entrance hall. The master of the Sanctum should be notified of his arrival, but no one appears. On the other hand, Loki wouldn’t be surprised if Strange simply ignores him.

He is very tempted to just throw the gem on the floor and leave. Before he can decide to do so, however, a door to his right opens and a man steps out. He wears robes similar to Strange's, but is shorter. He is biting into a sandwich when he notices Loki.

For a long second, he just stares at him in surprise. Then suddenly the sandwich is gone and a trapping pentagram appears under Loki's feet. The man creates two glowing Ruby Rings of Raggadorr on his fists and eyes him suspiciously, clearly wary about the sudden appearance of an Asgardian god in the Sanctum.

"I'm looking for Stephen," Loki huffs, partly amused about the reaction, partly annoyed. He tries to move his legs but can't take his feet off the ground.

The man frowns. "The Sorcerer Supreme is currently unavailable. He's-…" He is interrupted as a portal opens at the foot of the grand staircase and Stephen stumbles out. His face is sooty and his clothes are partially burned.

"I fucking hate hell," Strange mutters under his breath. Then he notices that he isn't alone and he clears his throat. "Wong? Loki? Am I interrupting something?"

"The Sorcerer Supreme will see you now," Wong says to Loki and turns away, his sandwich back in his hands.

The pentagram remains under his feet.

"Your cloak is on fire," Loki points out, looking at it.

Stephen turns his head and looks down at the red fabric. "It is," he states, clearly not alarmed about the fact. Then adds, obviously not addressing Loki, "I told you to stop doing that." He moves his hands for a spell to put the fire out but the cloak rises from his shoulders and darts up the stairs, "Don't get anywhere near the curtains!"

Sighing, the sorcerer runs a hand through his singed hair.

"Should I be worried that your cloak is an arsonist?" Loki asks with a raised eyebrow.

"It's fireproof, but it likes the way flames tickle it."

"Sounds like an arsonist." It's probably a miracle that the Sanctum Sanctorum hasn't burned to the ground yet.

"Anyway, why are you here?" Strange demands to know.

Instead of answering the question, Loki points to the pentagram under his feet. "Could you...?" Stephen does a motion and the Asgardian is able to use his legs again.

"We got the second piece of 'Bloodweeper'.”

"Great," Stephen replies, holding out his hand.

Loki looks at it without moving a bit. "Don't you want to know where or how we got it?"

"Listen, I just came straight out of hell. Like literal hell, and it was a very long day. I'm sure you had fun on your little adventure, but I'd really like to take a shower and go to bed." Stephen looks very tired and very human.

Loki grits his teeth and is very tempted to just turn around and demonstratively leave him standing there. But that would mean he would have to come back another day, and he prefers to keep contact with the sorcerer to a bare minimum.

He summons the gem from his pocket dimension. But holding it in his hands, he is suddenly hesitant to give it to Strange. He looks at the clear structure of the gem, remembering the power that resides in it and that had passed through him when he used it against Daegal.

The sorcerer takes the gem from his hand.

Loki blinks and raises his head. "It really does amplify powers extraordinarily," he mentions, just to say something.

Strange is about to turn to leave, seeing the matter settled, but stops and narrows his eyes. "You used it?"

"It just sort of happened." The Asgardian shrugs, his eyes back on the gem in Strange's hand. "The owner was reluctant to hand it over."

The sorcerer lets the piece of the artifact float between his fingers. Then it vanishes into his own pocket dimension, drawing Loki out of his stare.

"Where are you taking it?" The Asgardian asks with interest.

"Somewhere safe." The answer is as short as it is cold.

The aversion between the two men is palpable. Strange harbors a healthy distrust of the Asgardian, while Loki has a personal dislike for Strange.

"I didn't vote for you," Loki clarifies, just in case Strange hadn't caught on to his dislike yet. "You know, to be Sorcerer Supreme."

Frankly, Strange cares very little for Loki's opinion. His thoughts have long since turned to the shower that still awaits him. "You haven't been there for the voting."

"If I had been, I still wouldn't have voted for you." With that, he turns and leaves. Luckily, because Strange is about to open a portal under Loki's feet and drop him endlessly for the next few hours so he can finally have his peace.

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So much is going on: you and Loki being physical close. Fighting a witch. A piece of your past is revealed. And Loki and Stephen are perfect frenemies.

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Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader

18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/angst/fluff/smut (eventually)

Warnings: mentions of an accident, alcoholism and death (not detailed, not graphic) /a little bit of implied smut (not reader...not yet). It's a long chapter and maybe the beginning is a bit sad before the flirting can start again. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 here

You and Loki met every day in the park. That has been going on for over two weeks now and you have already developed a lovely routine. First, you walked around that little lake or through the park and told each other about the day. Then you headed out to one of your benches and sat there for a while.

Sometimes you two had many more things to talk about like you would know each other for ages now and sometimes the two of you just sat there in silence and enjoyed the others' proximity. It never felt awkward. It was hard for both of you to not take each other's hands.

How much you wanted to place your head on his shoulder and Loki wished you would just do it. But none of you did anything of it. You both strictly avoided physical contact, except the hand kisses he gave you every day as a welcome. Even then you were always wearing your gloves.

Neither him nor you wanted to destroy what had just begun blooming and might end in a very good friendship. Also you two never asked about private details, both of you didn't want to be intrusive. He knew what your job was and the only thing you knew about his job was that he was something like a businessman, often on exhausting business trips.

Loki was always very secretive about his work or when it came to him. Nonetheless between you two there was definitely a subtle attraction for each other but you both were in denial about it. Love at first sight didn't exist, if love exists at all and so you both still maintained a polite distance from each other.

This afternoon after your stroll through the park you now sat next to him on the bench and you both looked at the little lake and watched at the ice skaters, who were peacefully doing their laps around the rink.

Today Loki wanted to take the chance to find out why you were alone here in this city. Maybe it was too soon to ask you such a private question but he needed to know because…no, he hadn't feelings of love for you but he was concerned about you and somehow the urge to take care of you grew more and more.

"Lady y/n? I'd like to ask you something. Why do you live here alone? What happened between you and your family? There's something that makes you sad and has broken your heart, right?"

He sensed that it wouldn't be easy for you to talk about it.

"You get straight to the point, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"No, it's okay, Mr. Laufeyson."

Right from the beginning you had the feeling you could tell him everything. You just weren't that kind of person who would tell everyone about your messed-up life on your own. You didn't want to bore someone or to be pitied. But you had nothing to hide or nothing to lose so you decided to talk about one of the worst things in your life that had happened to you.

"There was a big disaster, an accident, with some unfortunate consequences. I caused it, so that's what I thought for a very long time. A few years ago I was on a day trip with my mother and two other people. On our way back home another car, that drove way too fast, took me off the road and I lost control and we crashed in my car.

It was bad, my mother got injured. Nothing happened to me, I just had a shock and the other two were unharmed too. Unfortunately my mother's injury caused her constant physical pain afterwards. I felt so guilty about that. Because I had caused it. And she tried to cover the pain with too much alcohol.

The combination with the meds she had to take continuously since that accident, led to her death finally. My father yelled at me that this disaster was only my fault and that I was the only one to blame for everything.

You know, I had a wonderful childhood and youth, happy and carefree. My parents always seemed to be happy and in love. I'd never have thought that they could be unlucky and desperate. What I didn't know was that my parents' marriage had already been a loveless one for many many years and that my mum sought comfort in drinking lots of alcohol long before the accident happened. My godmother told me later.

At my mother's funeral he didn't even look at me. Only my then-fiance was there for me that day.

Am I through with it? Yes and no. I will never forget what happened but I've learned to live with it. And I still have to learn that none of it was my fault. It was fate and I never had a chance to avoid what happened even if I wanted to. But nonetheless I feel guilty sometimes and I still need time to arrange my new life here and to let go of the past…"

Loki listened to you in silence. He was profoundly touched by what he just had heard.

"Your father needed someone to blame for his faults and his mourn. So, it seems like he chose you. Did you ever meet your father again after your mother's funeral?"

"No, he never forgave me for what I had done. I arranged myself with this situation and it's okay now. And I still love him though."

"You do?" He turned his head towards you, astonished.

"How? I mean, he did you wrong and he let you feel his anger, he left it all out on you and made you responsible for the loss of his wife, your mother. Instead of doing that you two should've comforted each other. You would've needed his love and support."

The unjust behavior that was being shown to you made him angry.

"Yes, he did blame me and I mourned my mother's death alone but he's still my father…and parents are never easy to handle, are they?" You smiled, still staring at the lake.

"And in most cases, we love our parents somehow, no matter what they say or do or what they think about us. And I'm sure, deep inside his heart he still loves me, too. I know it's not possible for everyone to feel like this and that there can be unforgivable things and it's absolutely okay to forgive your parents not. I don't feel the need to meet him ever again but I can't hate him either.

And I had to leave. It became impossible for me to stay where my family lived. For me it's better to live alone. No pain anymore, no sorrows. So that's why I moved here a few months after the funeral."

Loki nodded, he understood what you meant. He had his own family issues and totally understood your contradictory feelings.

"That's really sad what happened to you and between you and your family. I feel sorry for that, I really do." Loki said gently and genuinely to you.

"You don't have to but thank you. I'm stronger now, I'm alright now," you said quietly.

"May I ask you something, Mr.Laufeyson? You turned towards him to face him.

"Of course, Lady y/n!"

It always made you giggle when he called you that.

"I noticed it since the second day I saw you here in the park, sitting on this bench. Don't you feel cold? There's snow on the ground and it's so cold. Every day you wear just a suit, a light scarf and a light woolen coat. You must be freezing! I'm freezing all the time."

Somehow you were concerned about him and Loki chuckled.

"You're adorable, Lady y/n…may I invite you for a coffee or a hot chocolate?"he asked you with his deep baritone and smiled politely at you.

He knew that some Midgardians were addicted to hot chocolate, especially in the winter time and after what you had told him just yet he thought you could need some comfort. You noticed that he didn't give you an answer to your question but you didn't want to force him to give you an answer either and so you gave him a big smile. You were cold and it sounded awesome to drink something warm now.

"Oh yes please, Mr.Laufeyson. A hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows…that would be sooo wonderful now," you answered him full of joy and enthusiasm.

"It's hot chocolate then, my Lady. Let's go!" He replied calmly and you two stood up from the bench to leave the park.

"Wonderful, and I already know a nice café where we can get it" and you hooked your arms around one of his like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He stiffened immediately, stopped walking and looked astonished at your tangled arms and then into your face, a quizzical look in his eyes, raising one eyebrow. You looked back at him a little scared. You didn't want to overstep and let go of his arm promptly.

"I'm sorry" you said quietly, smiled awkwardly and hid your hands behind your back.

His gaze at you was kind of emotionless now and you couldn't decipher it.

"That's quite all right, Lady y/n," he said after a few seconds and offered you his arm gentlemanlike so you could hook your arm with his again.

"My Lady?" he said calmly.

"Thank you, Sir" and you took his offer gratefully, smiled brightly at him and you two continued the walk to the café.

It was pleasant to feel him physically. You felt the muscles of his angled forearm flexing under your grip. You had started to caress his forearm with your fingers without recognising it but it made Loki grinning. It felt good. You were the cutest thing he had ever seen and you clinging on his arm felt pretty good.

When you had reached the café and found a nice table at the window, Loki helped you out of your winter coat and hung it up in the wardrobe together with your scarf and your beanie.

"Thank you, you're a real gentleman," you said and smiled at him.

"That's how it should be and it's what my parents taught me: behave decently towards a Lady because every woman deserves respect, " he answered and he gave you a kind smile.

"No one ever did this for me," you stated.

"That's awful! It seems you only met idiots before you met me." he grinned smugly and winked at you.

He took off his coat and the jacket of his suit and hung them up in the wardrobe next to your winter coat. After he had helped you with your chair and you had taken a seat, he sat down across from you and rolled the sleeves of his crisp white shirt neatly up to his elbows. His tailored waistcoat hugged his body perfectly and his clothing was precisely rounded up with a dark green tie.

The sight of his v-shaped, marvellous torso and his defined biceps flexing under the sleeves of his tight shirt made you swallow thickly. He looked stunning and you tried to not stare at him like an idiot. The knees of his well-built endlessly long legs brushed yours under the table and you tried hard to ignore it. Every contact of your body with his made your spine tingle.

"You might be right with it, Mr. Laufeyson. I only met the jerks until I met you," and a big smile appeared on your face again.

After the waiter had taken your orders, Loki decided to continue your conversation you had in the park. He wanted to learn more about you because he liked you very much. You were so positive, your whole appearance and attitude were so natural, genuine and warm. Your natural manner was enchanting. He admired you for being so strong. But besides this he was sure there were more incidents in your life that had hit you hard.

"It seems you like the color green?" you asked him and you made a gesture like you would tidying an imaginary tie around your neck.

"Oh…yes, it's my favorite color," he answered laughingly.

"Mine too," you said and smiled at him.

"I know," he answered with his velvety voice and a flash of pink appeared on your cheeks.

"Excuse me, Lady y/n but…I can't get it out of my head. So you are really completely alone here in this town? No family, no friends? You also mentioned a then-fiancé. Is there really no one who takes care of you? After everything that happened to you?"

Maybe it would be better to not answer a stranger's questions you just met some time ago but you trusted him somehow. He remained distant and guarded all the time and you didn't know much about him but you didn't have the feeling that he wanted to harm you, it seemed he cared about your well-being. And mostly your gut feeling didn't betray you. He truly seemed to be one of the good ones…but you would definitely not talk about your ex-fiancé.

"Besides that I'm a big girl and able to handle myself, you seem really to be concerned about me."

Loki just shrugged his shoulders apologetically and smiled politely. In addition he couldn't ignore your beautiful body which was perfectly hugged by your knitted turtleneck sweater and your jeans. He liked your beautiful small delicate hands and how you were fidgeting with your fingers.

"Besides my father, I have a sister, a brother-in-law and a niece."

"A sister, a brother-in-law and a niece? That's wonderful. Do you meet them regularly?"

"Why do you want to know all this?" you wondered and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to overstep anything and of course you don't need to give me an answer. But I like you and it just concerns me that a nice woman like you has neither a family nor friends here by her side who care about her. I know how it feels to be alone all too well."

Now you were concerned about him. A man like him was alone and lonely in life, too? Until now you've never talked about those private things, you just spent approximately two hours in the afternoons together and you always presumed he has friends or a special someone. And if he had a wife you would never want to come between them. His concern for you seemed to be genuine so you wanted to answer him.

"No, unfortunately, I don't see my sister and her family. She and my niece… were the other two passengers in my car…. You sighed quietly.

"They're world travellers and the last time I saw my sister was at the funeral of our mother. And I'm sure she doesn't want to see me ever again because when we had that accident I could have harmed her and her baby, too. I think she will never forgive me for what happened either. Our relationship after the accident is a complicated one. And to be honest, I don't even know where they are actually." You chuckled slightly.

"But I have some friends at work…ahm… they're more colleagues than friends but sometimes we meet at the theater or in a restaurant…so, as you can see, I'm not completely alone."

The waiter came and served you your hot chocolate and Loki his espresso and you both took a sip of your beverages.

"Mmhmm…fantastic, exactly what I need right now, " you hummed.

"Your hot chocolate marshmallow stuff looks delicious," Loki stated and he noticed the seam of cocoa and cream on your upper lip when you put the mug on the table, your hands still cupped around it to warm your hands.

"There's…something on your upper lip." Loki stroked his index finger over his upper lip to show you what he meant and grinned.

You raised your eyebrows and laughed silently. With your tongue you licked the cocoa-cream seam slowly off your upper lip, unaware how exquisitely sensual you did it. Finally you stroked with the side of your thumb over your lips to clean them properly and as the cherry on top you gave him your cute smile.

"Better?" you asked him.

Loki couldn't help himself but stare at you and your action. He licked his lips nervously and he felt how his pants became tighter in his crotch.

"Yeah, better," he assured you.

"Wanna taste?" you asked him smoothly while looking him deep in the eyes and you passed your mug into his direction.

A shiver ran down his spine. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat.

"Maybe next time, darling. But thank you," he replied in his deep voice but now it sounded a little bit more rough and scratchy.

Why did you affect him so much? He shouldn't allow himself to feel like this. You would never talk to him if you knew what he did and who he really was. You were too good for him.

"You miss something if you don't taste it, it's really good," you pouted and glanced at him smilingly.

"I'm sure it is. I'll try it one day. I promise."

"Good, I'll remind you about it!" and you put your mug back on the table again.

"So tell me, Mr.Laufeyson. What about you? Do you have family and friends here? A wife somewhere waiting for you perhaps? I can't imagine that a handsome and extremely polite man like you is all alone here in this city."

He hesitated before he gave you an answer.

"I have a brother. He lives here too. No wife, no…I'm not in a relationship. I'm…not alone …most nights, if you know what I mean but…it's never anything solid…and I moved here recently so…I don't know many people here, not yet. I need to put certain things here in order."

"Ah, okay, I understand."

Was it a good or a bad sign that he hadn't asked you yet to spend the night with him? Anyway, you weren't looking for a one-night-stand or a boyfriend.

"So you have a sibling too, a brother, that's nice. It's important to have your family nearby…if possible. And please don't get me wrong, I didn't want to be offensive..it's just…once bitten twice shy… the jerks, you know."

You answered him friendly and smiled.

You didn't want to force him to tell you more. You had the feeling that he didn't want to tell you more details about his private life.

"No need to worry, Lady y/n, you haven't been offensive. Not more than I've been,"

he answered you and took a sip of his espresso.

Your conversation became more casual and general again like it was every day when you met each other at the park.

You talked about the cultural offers of the city, some musicals and museums.

"Would you like to visit an art gallery? With me?" he asked.

Did he just ask you out for a date? Normally he asked a woman to share his bed for the night. He never asked for a date. But you were a special woman to him. You deserved better than only to be a one-night-stand. You deserved to get conquered and loved. He wasn't the right man for you but he wanted to give you a good time and make you feel less alone. And he would be less alone too.

"You would like to do that with me, are you sure, Mr.Laufeyson?"

You couldn't believe that he wanted to do this with you, that he could be interested in art, too. Normally you were used to visiting art galleries all by yourself.

"Hmmmmhh! I'm absolutely sure!" he assured you.

"Oh, yes that sounds great and yes I'd love to visit an art gallery with you."

His offer made you overly happy.

"What about next week?"

"Fine, that sounds great! Next week then!" you nodded. "It's late, I should go home now. I gotta get up early."

"Shall I escort you home?"

"No, no please, no circumstances Mr.Laufeyson. My place is not that far away from here. But thank you for your kind offer…and your invitation."

"My pleasure!"

Loki nodded, smiled warmly at you and when you stood up from your chair, he went to the wardrobe and helped you into your coat. He stood so close behind you that you could feel his breath on your neck, his fingers touched your shoulders gently. You shivered again, his closeness felt good and made you feel safe. You turned around to face him and for a short moment, you thought he would kiss you. Of course, he didn't, you barely knew each other.

It felt good when he stood so close to you. He hoped you wouldn't think he wanted to touch you in a not-so-decent way when his hand gently stroked over your shoulders after he had helped you into your coat. It happened rather accidentally than purposely or that was what he thought.

When you turned around to face him he couldn't resist letting his eyes wander over your pretty face. He found you incredibly pretty with your sparkling eyes and your wonderful soft lips. It was hard for him to kiss you not. He bet you would slap him if he would do it, you only knew each other briefly. It didn't feel right to kiss you, not yet and maybe he would never be allowed to do that.

"Have a nice evening, Mr.Laufeyson and thank you so much for this lovely afternoon and…the hot chocolate."

"Have a nice evening too, Lady y/n, I definitely enjoyed the afternoon with you, and you're welcome."

"Tomorrow, same time, same place?" you asked him happily.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow, same time, same place. And after our stroll in the park, I'd like to sit here with you again, in this lovely place. What about you? Would you like that?" he asked you, softly gazing at you and waiting for your answer.

"Yes, let us go here again tomorrow. That would be great. See you, Sir. Bye."

"See you then, my Lady."

You smiled brightly at him, turned around and waved your hand at him when you opened the café's entrance door and left the café.

On your way back home you walked along the store windows which were so lovely decorated for Christmas. Your coat and your scarf smelled like him…sandalwood …and a warm smile curved your lips slightly.

After you had left, Loki got dressed into his jacket and coat, paid the bill and left the café too. He didn't want to go home yet and so he visited a bar, to find a companion and distraction for the night…like usual. And if he was honest with himself he had the unfulfillable hope that one day you would be his companion, his friend, his lover, his girl for each of his lonesome nights and days…and he smelled a hint of your perfume that lingered in his coat and a smile curved his lips.

"Yes babe yess…fuck me, Loki…deeper, deeper…I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl yes,yes…please…fuck meee daddy…"

"That's what you want, slut, hm?…want me to fuck you relentlessly like the whore you are…fuck…just like that…"

"Yes, I'm a whore, fuck me deeper… daddyyyy…deeper…yesss…"

Loki fucked the woman underneath him in a merciless pace. He was close to his release, he just wanted to finish this quickly.

"I'm…cumming."

"Yes, cum…cum now" and he ejaculated and she climaxed while shouting his name.

When he looked at her, he himself was panting heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm, he didn't see her, he saw your face…Loki pulled out of her quickly and left the bed, slightly irritated, stroking his hands through his messy hair.

"Loki darling, come back to bed, I want to cuddle you " she pouted.

"No, no cuddling, just fucking. I made it clear before we started!"

"Oh come ooonn. You're so sweet," she chirped.

"No! Go girl! Please! I never cuddle, okay! …please go, clean yourself or take a shower if you want and then just go. No aftercare. We both just wanted to let off some steam. That was the deal," he said respectfully but strictly.

"Okay, babe," she answered carelessly and jumped out of the bed, collected her clothes from the floor and went towards the bathroom. She didn't care, she had a good fuck with Loki and that was it. A few minutes later she came back, cleaned and dressed.

"Bye, Loki babe, you were fantastic, " she purred, pressed a wet kiss to his cheek and left his apartment.

Why did he see your face when he fucked a random woman? He couldn't allow himself to fall for you…and he wiped his hand firmly over his cheek where that woman had kissed him. He didn't feel satisfied, he felt empty inside and alone.

Something had started to change.

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 5, "Matters of Change"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Loki is sent on an errand and is a little too successful. The two have a heart-to-heart and get to know each other a little better. The more Cora realizes who she’s dealing with now, the more Loki realizes the same of her.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2.3k

Cora's limbs felt stiff and pained when she roused the next morning, her eyelids heavy even as she lifted them to peer around the room. For the first few seconds of waking, she had a lapse in memory and wondered where she was. However, realization dawned and she sighed, turning over in her makeshift bed of old blankets and a flour sack she'd found in a few of the dust-coated boxes toward the back where the light-switch had been.

She wasn't awake for more than a couple minutes when her stomach growled quietly. It wasn't like Cora was surprised she was ravenous—after all, she hadn't eaten in probably twenty-four hours by now—but it was a bit of an inconvenience for her body to demand food when she had none to give it. Maybe if she just snuck out and went somewhere nearby, she wouldn't need to aggravate the man who was already pretty aggravated with her, but also blessedly keeping her off SHIELD's radar for the time being.

Cora started to get up when she glanced toward the opposite wall, surprised to see Loki and even more surprised to see him asleep.

He sat like the warriors she'd seen in old paintings, his back against the wall and his legs pulled up closer to his chest. His arms rested over his kneecaps and, while she was sure he could spring to action at the drop of a hat, he looked so peaceful. So peaceful, in fact, she wasn't sure if he was even the same person she'd been dealing with the day before. There was none of the anger, the bitterness, or the exasperation etched into the subtle lines on his face; he looked young and, if anything, he looked quite serene.

It didn't last long though; within seconds of her looking at him, he'd opened his eyes and they'd immediately focused on her, his brow creasing with a question. "Going somewhere?" he asked quietly, pointedly.

She felt the chill seep into her bones just from his tone and she wondered how someone could have that much influence with only their voice. She shook it off and said, "Yes, actually."

Loki hadn't been entirely expecting her straightforward answer without at least a little fearful cowering, but he was starting to get the impression that there were absolute multitudes of differences between this woman and the others he'd known in his long lifetime, and not only the mortal ones. "And what makes you think that?"

"I'm hungry and I want food," she murmured matter-of-factly.

"Ah yes. I forgot how pathetically needy your little systems are," he sighed before standing, running a hand absently over his hair. "Very well. Where may I procure food?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I said I'd go," Cora argued, frowning as she got up, too, trying to right her tousled locks while maintaining a staring match with him.

He looked at her in that strange way he did sometimes, like he was measuring her up and taking apart everything she was to put it into a more understandable equation. "No."

"Excuse me?"

Loki glared and retorted, "You heard me, mortal."

Lifting up the hammer she still had tied loosely around her wrist, Cora scowled and murmured quietly, "I will use this."

He raised a brow and pressed a single fingertip against the hammer, guiding it down from his face. He wasn't willing to admit it, but his jaw still smarted a little from where she'd hit it the night before. To his slight consolation, he noticed that the knuckles of her dominant hand—which now held Mjolnir in only a marginally less threatening grip—were bruised. Though he paused to wonder why that sight bothered him as well…

"Are you even listening?"

Loki blinked and looked at her. "There was nothing said worth my listening, but you listen close," he said as her expression turned comically affronted and he felt more than ever that she might actually swing that infernal weapon at him. "I am denying your request because of that."

"I only threatened you with it because—"

"Sh, just listen to me a moment," he murmured with a strain for patience that surprised both of them. "It would be conspicuous and warrant questions. However, if you were to separate it from yourself, it may be recalled. Not only that, but you are wanted by the government sect; they will be looking for you. My face is not yet known here."

Cora frowned before gustily sighing; he made a good point. "Want to give me a general sense of where we are so I can tell you where to go?" At his frown of displeasure at her having forgotten that he didn't know their exact location, she sighed and rephrased, "Have you seen any places around here that look like they sell food?"

"There was a shop I passed yesterday that appeared to have breads in the window…"

"Good, okay, go there and… Do I really only have a fifty?" she murmured with a frown when she pulled her money from her pocket. She shrugged and instructed, "All right, go back to that shop and get two—no, three—plain bagels with cream cheese for me and get something for yourself, too. Then give the person behind the counter this. She'll give you smaller counts of money back. Bring that and the food back here. Understand?"

"Are you giving me orders?" he asked, not looking at all happy about being talked to like a child.

"Yes, I am, because you're new here."

"I have used currency before, you know."

"I'm sure you have."

"But what is a 'bagel'?"

"What depressing world did you come from where there aren't bagels?" He scowled and she waved her hands a little, the hammer swinging a bit and smacking her lightly in the ribs. "Okay, okay, I was kidding! Jokes, remember, I'm still under the impression that I'm funny! Now, go."

"…Just stay here," Loki growled before he walked out of the warehouse.

Forty-five minutes later, Cora was listening to her stomach moan again when the door opened. At first she panicked because she didn't see the familiar hulking form of black and green she was getting used to, but she soon realized it was Loki, just…

"What are you wearing?" she asked in surprise.

Loki looked over his shoulder at her with a blank expression before giving a small, "Oh," of recognition and dropping the illusion of a blue button-up shirt and jeans from his frame, his Asgardian attire returning beneath. "Blending in." Cora had to admit, she hadn't minded what he'd picked out. She minded even less the mouthwatering smell of fresh baked goods that hit her after a few seconds of the door being closed. "Did it not look inconspicuous?"

"You looked fine. The blue was a good color on you," Cora answered honestly. "I hope my change didn't fade along with your illusion though." She only had so much money and if she was going to be on the run for a while, she'd need to really use it sparingly. Luckily, their breakfast only would've cost around six bucks.

Loki held out his hand and dropped a few coins into her hand. She waited patiently for the rest and it was only then that she looked at the box he was carrying, noting the massive size of it. "…And the rest?"

"What 'rest'?"

"…You spent forty-nine dollars on bagels?"

Loki got a bit defensive as he noted, "I require sustenance as well."

"How many bagels are in that box?"

"…Sixty."

"SIXTY."

"Yes, sixty! Is there a problem?"

"You better be eating about fifty-six of them. Hell, yes, it's a problem! I only had fifty dollars!"

Loki didn't like the way her incredulity was making him scramble to explain, almost as if he valued her opinion of him or something equally outlandish, but he hastened grumpily, "Look, I will replenish your funds and this will be more than enough food for a while yet, so…" He trailed off when he realized she'd broken into a fit of laughter. "What amuses you?" he demanded, his face reddening a little.

Cora had been mad at first. Rather feverishly so. But the fact that this alien god-who-would-be-king had dropped nearly fifty dollars on a box of bagels because "he was hungry, too," had gradually sent her from frustration to endearment then, ultimately, to sheer amusement.

"Nothing," she laughed, wiping tears from her eyes. Perhaps it was because this was easily the most uncomplicated, absurd problem she'd faced in the past few days. It felt good to have a bit of a laugh. "Did they at least give you enough stuff to put on them?"

Loki nodded tightly and inclined his head toward a bag he had balanced on top of the box.

"And a knife?" she asked, still smiling as she looked at him. He checked the bag and shook his head. "All right, I bet there's something of use in here. Go ahead and start." She got up and went to scour through a few of the boxes at the back of the warehouse, where more trivial supplies seemed to be kept, though he heard her laugh a little more once she thought she was out of earshot.

Loki sat down against the wall and opened the box, taking out one of the circular breads before tearing off a piece and experimentally popping it into his mouth. He had to admit, it wasn't bad.

He'd gotten through two before Cora returned, a pack of napkins and a box of plastic knives in her hand. She sat down next to him—a bit too close for his immediate comfort, though she'd not meant anything by it—and tore open the plastic with the edge of her nail, taking out a knife and opening the bag for one of the cream cheese tubs that had come with the obnoxiously large box of bagels. She was still giggling about it, but she was able to keep silent, which she thought was enough until he asked, "Do you normally vibrate when you eat?"

"Shut up," she told him, a tiny laugh escaping her and earning an indignant glare from the god at her side when he realized she was still humored by the stunt he'd pulled. Cora popped the lid off the tub and dipped the edge of her knife in before slathering cream cheese across the half she had balanced in her hand. He watched her and, a moment later, copied by putting some on the edge of his own, just enough to taste, finding that somehow with that addition, the already-delectable bagels managed to get even better.

Content that her appetite was finally being appeased, Cora started on the second half of her first bagel, but she'd sobered from her laughter. She really couldn't remember the last time she'd honestly laughed, at least for the few weeks this dangerous dance with SHIELD had been going on. Loki noticed the change in her just seconds after it took place, not looking at her as he asked, "Has your anger toward me renewed?"

"Why would that matter to you?" she asked a bit rhetorically though he was wondering the same thing. "No and I wasn't angry with you before either. Maybe a little frustrated, but not anymore."

"Then what ails you?"

Cora frowned before giving a general wave of her hand. "All of this. How things could've changed so much in, well, just three weeks or so."

"It is hardly something for which to look so somber. You have not been captured—by the agents, anyway—and you are alive. You have power, is that not pleasing to you?"

Cora shook her head a little after some thought, her eyes downcast toward her knife, which was absently milling cheese into the very pores of her breakfast. "No. Not in this world," she said quietly. She smiled a little bitterly. "I'm a freak. The looks on those people's faces in Central Park, in the subway, when I…"

"Most do not value what they do not understand, they spurn it, but why lay so low as to accept their misconceptions? Who cares how they look at you?"

"You don't understand," she said and, above her downturned gaze, Loki opened his mouth to argue that yes, he did, more than anyone, but he stopped, his left hand tightening. Even so, his frame had subconsciously relaxed beside hers throughout their feast and conversations, and that did not change even then.

They ate in silence for a bit longer before they'd demolished about a third of the box, Loki having done most of the damage. As he was working on his last, Cora heard him say, "We will work on it in the time we have here."

"What?" Cora asked in confusion, looking up at him.

He didn't look at her, but he did clarify in a rather stony voice after swallowing the last bit of his breakfast, "Your gifts. We will work on them."

Cora wanted to argue that they weren't gifts, that the strange invisibility thing she did and the capability for her to lift the hammer were the curses that had brought SHIELD upon her head, but she didn't. If anything, she was surprised he was offering at all.

Learn what you can, from who you can, right? she figured silently as she nodded in confirmation that she would indeed see what he could teach her.

Next chapter: Chapter 6, Lessons in Worth

[ladylovesloki]

Something Real: Chapter Fourteen

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: The group continues their search for you…

Masterlist

You jerk awake. You look up and see the sky, there was an orange tinge to the clouds. The sun must be going down..or coming up depending on how long you’ve been unconscious. You blink a few times to clear your slightly blurred vision a little more and you try to move but your feet are tied together and so are your hands. You take a look at where you’re laying down and your heart stops. You’re in a hole in the ground clearly and in a…box?..

“You look confused.”, Maza’s form appears at the top of the hole.

“Maza! What are you doing? Let me go!”, you yell at her.

She shakes her head, “can’t do that…Loki will no doubt be on is way soon…he knows I’ve been using his mother’s spell books…he knows…everything…and it’s all your fault!. All I wanted was to be loved by the prince of my dreams…and if he won’t love me back…then I’ll take away the one he does love…”

“Please..Maza…my boys…my sons need me.”, you start to cry out to her. All you can think about was Narfi and Vali. You knew that they would have to learn to live without you one day, such was the natural way of things but they would lose you sooner than they were supposed to. They had centuries to live without you and you hoped they would remember you, remember how much you love them.

“You think I care about your little brats? Sure I’ll have to disappear for a little while to let Loki calm down…and then I’ll return…kill your little brats and Loki will be so lost in his darkness he will be begging me to remain by his side..his ever loyal priestess…he will finally be mine and mine alone…”

“You’re a crazy bitch..”, you spew at her.

“Name calling y/n? At a time like this? Do you really want those words to be your last?”

You stare at her defiantly.

“Fine. Have it your way…goodbye y/n…I wish I could say it was a pleasure to have known you.”, Maza lifts her hands and the next thing you know you are sealed in darkness. You breath starts to increase in your panic and then you hear what sounds like crashing above you. She was burying you alive… You were going to die in this dark place..alone. With your feet and hands being bound, you could do nothing to try and escape. You try to slow your breaths, you’ve watched enough tv to know that you only had so much oxygen inside of this box and the more you panic, the more oxygen you were wasting. Maza said that Loki was on to her, maybe if you hold on long enough he will find you in time..

~~Meanwhile~~

Time seems to stop as the group stares at the crystal. 

“We need to go”, Val addresses everyone but no one moves, all of them trapped in their own form of shock. She looks to Loki who is still holding Narfi in his arms staring at the table, “Loki!”. He finally snaps out of it and looks at Val, “Narfi can still feel her emotions…she’s still alive but we are running out of time…we must go.”, she implores him.

Loki nods and sits Narfi down on the chair he was previously standing on while he was scrying, “stay with the guards, you and brother protect each other.”, he rises up and Vali grabs Loki’s sleeve. 

“No! We’re going with you!”, Vali demands.

“No Vali, you must stay here with your brother, it’s too dangerous.”

“You need Narfi to find momma! The closer he gets to mom the stronger her emotions are to him! And I’m going to protect Narfi!”, Vali stands straight and addresses his father.

Loki doesn’t know what to say…he’s not wrong…Narfi’s ability to feel his mother’s presence would help them find you faster. Loki looks at Vali, overfilled with pride, “you stay close to the group.Your main focus is to protect yourself and your brother…nothing else…understood?”, he tells Vali seriously.

Vali nods and Loki picks Narfi back up, “let’s go.”

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Your head is starting to pound and you feel your eyes getting heavier..breaths getting heavier. 

“STAY AWAKE!”, you yell at yourself. You needed to hold on, you focus on every breath you take but your eyes start to close. The weight of them becoming too much and you start seeing images of the boys. Their faces and their smiles, if you focus hard enough you can almost hear them laugh. You start to see Loki, the love of your life. The God you were destined to be with, so many signs pointed to it but you ignored all of them all because you listened to your own self deprecating voice. All of the chances you wasted. You feel yourself start to fade, the image of Loki with your boys the last thing you envision. Feeling a moment of peace and happiness before everything goes black.

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Everyone runs through the portal to the cemetery, it’s dark and eerie. Loki can feel the sadness of this place…there weren’t too many buried in the cemetery, it was mostly a way for the Asgardian people to visit the people they could not say goodbye to or give proper burials to after Ragnarok. It was a suggestion by some of the Midgardians living in New Asgard, a custom that Asgardians found brought them some semblance of peace and closure. 

“Dad..I can feel her but it’s starting to fade…I thought it would get stronger the closer I got to her..”, Narfi looks at his dad worriedly.

Loki shakes his head, “I’m not sure…let’s split up and take a look around.”

Loki kept the twins with him and Thor while Sylvie and Val went in the opposite direction.

“Brother..I don’t see anything..”

Loki looks around and then looks down to Narfi, “do you still feel her?”

Narfi nods, “she’s scared but she also feels…happy?”. He closes his eyes confused by his mothers mixed emotions, “she’s thinking about Vali and me… you too dad…she’s…she’s…”. Narfi spins around and runs for it.

“Narfi!”, Loki, Thor and Vali take off after him. He runs passed many graves and then stops at one and falls to his hands and knees. He looks up at Loki with white eyes, “here..she’s here.”

Loki grabs Narfi and passes him to Thor, “stand back..”, Loki holds his arms over the grave that looked like it hadn’t been disturbed. He holds his hands out and concentrates on what’s beneath the surface, he closes his eyes and he feels the cold ground on his fingertips as if he was touching it. He makes his magic seep deeper into the ground and his magic senses something there. Something buried by use of seidr.

Loki mutters an enchantment and he uses his strength to remove whatever was buried. The ground starts to shake and after a few moments a box pushes out of the soil. Loki’s eyes are still closed as he concentrates on setting the box down gently. Once his task is complete he opens his eyes and when he sees the box he automatically assumes the worst. He looks over to Thor and his children worriedly, “I don’t feel mommy anymore daddy.”, Narfi says sadly.

Loki runs to the box and rips it open and there you are. You look like you’re sleeping but your chest isn’t moving. You weren’t breathing.

“Y/n!”, Loki rips off the rest of the lid of the box and pulls you out, he puts you on the ground and searches for a pulse. Not finding one.

“No…no..no…y/n..”, one of Loki’s worst nightmares coming true. He grabs your body and hugs you to him. “Please, my love..please..”

Sylvie and Val run up to them and see Loki cradling you, “no…”

Thor looks at them sadly, “we were too late.”

Loki overhears his brother, “no! I will not lose her. I will not.”. Loki places his hand on your chest still cradling you. He taps in to whatever healing magic that his mother had taught him and tried to do something, anything to bring you back. He couldn’t lose you like this, your children deserve a mother. But with all of Loki’s power he could not grasp on to any life remaining inside of you…just when he was about to give up he felt hands on top of his own. He opens his eyes and sees his sons on either side of him, both of them have a hand extended touching the top of his on their mothers chest. “Don’t stop daddy…we have to keep trying..”, Vali says the words that he needs to hear. He nods at him and closes his eyes pouring more magic into the healing spell, then he feels a deep cold on his hand, he opens his eyes, looks down and sees that Narfi and Vali have changed into their jotun forms. Their magic was glowing from their palms as they transferred their magical energy to their father to breathe life back into their mother. Not wanting to waste anymore time of effort from his family, Loki closes his eyes again and forces even more magic into you feeling his own glamour start to fade and his jotun form take over. The power coming from his children starts to become erratic and he fears they will not last long enough to bring you back. Just when he felt the boys reaching their breaking point he felt a calm come over them. He looks and sees Sylvie kneeled down in front of them, her hands are on Narfi’s and Vali’s backs and it looks like she is using her own seidr to calm theirs. With all of them doing their part Loki finally felt what he has been begging for since he took you out of that box. You take in a sharp breath and your eyes shoot open, the boys exhausted from their efforts fall on their butts. 

“What?!”, you take a look around. The last thing you remember was being buried alive by Maza but now you’re in Loki’s arms. You take a deep painful breath, “you found me…”

“Oh my darling..”, Loki doesn’t waste any time. He cradles the back of your head and brings you up slightly to meet his lips in a desperate kiss.

Once you break apart you look over to your boys who are now being held up by Sylvie, they are still blue and…looking exhausted.

“Mommy…”, Narfi whimpers and Loki holds you up so the boys can come over and give you a hug. They both gently put their faces in the crook of your neck and they both start to cry.

“We were so scared momma…”, Vali admits. You’re taken aback because if he was admitting to being scared he must’ve been terrified. Narfi was shaking like a leaf and so were you for that matter, between the whole situation and the boys hugging you in their jotun form your body was experiencing painful tremors.

You look up to Loki slowly changing back to his Asgardian form, he looks mesmerized by the image of you and the children reuniting, “can we go home?…please?”, you ask meekly. 

Loki looks at you and nods, “yes, lets get you all home.”

Val is standing to the side with Sylvie who got up to join her when the children left her to go be with their mother. She raises her hand, “umm and what about Maza? Once she finds out y/n’s alive she’s going to come back and try to finish what she started.”

“She’s right…we have to find her..”, Sylvie agrees.

“I’m taking my family home, I think they have had enough for one night. Thor would you accompany us home and assist me with guarding them tonight?”

“Of course brother, I doubt Maza will try something again so soon. We have tonight to rest and tomorrow we will come up with a plan to find her and deal with her.”

Loki nods and looks down at you, “are you ready to go home my love?”

You nod, not having energy to verbalize how badly you wanted to go home with your family. Loki stands with you in his arms and Thor picks up Narfi and Vali, who have changed back to their pale forms. Loki opens a portal and they all walk through it to their home, Sylvie and Val following them as well but they stay outside to talk to the guards who Val had stationed there earlier. They walk in the front door and Loki looks behind him to see how the children were doing with their uncle. They were fast asleep in his arms. “Put them to bed Thor, they’ve had a long day…”. Thor nods and walks them to their bedrooms to get them settled. Loki walks with you in his arms into your bedroom, places you on the bed for a moment and then walks into the bathroom drawing a warm bath for you. You were covered in dirt and grime and Loki barely had enough energy left to get them home so cleansing you with his magic was out of the question. He touches the water and once satisfied with the temperature he rises from the tub and walk into the bedroom. You were sound asleep but Loki knew you were going to want to wash all of that shit off of you.. “y/n? Darling…we’re home…”

Your eyes flutter open, “Loki?”

“Yes my love, we’re home. You’re safe. The children are with Thor sound asleep. Did you wish to bathe?”

You nod and try to sit up to get off the bed but you had no energy left in you. Loki notices your struggle and picks you up walking you into the bathroom. He sits you down on the sink, “did you need help getting in?”

Again you nod, Loki reaches for the hem of your shirt but then stops his movements suddenly. “Y/n? Is it alright if I remove your clothing?”

You look up at him with watery eyes and nod, “please?”, you whisper quietly.

Loki nods, cradles your cheeks in his hands and kisses you lightly. He then reaches down again and pulls your shirt over your head, he undoes your bra and then moves to remove your shoes, socks and bottoms. Everything was covered in dirt and blood, Loki had his eyes closed most of the time…he hated seeing you so bruised. Once completely bare, Loki picks you up from the sink and places you in the tub slowly. You hiss on contact with the water, your skin covered in cuts and bruises. 

Loki winces, “I’m sorry my love, once we clean your wounds I will heal you…”

“Thank you…for saving me…you always find me…”, you whisper. The water now soothing your sore body and exhaustion slowly starts to sink in more. 

He slowly washes your body but halts still at your words, he places his wet hand on your cheek and leans in for a kiss. “I will always find you my heart and our son is basically a bloodhound now so the next time I lose you I’ll sick him on you.”, he makes a joke to see you smile. You do lazily which makes him smile as well.

Loki gets back to washing your body, his thoughts getting away from him making his smile grow into a frown, “I’m so sorry y/n…this is all my fault..”

You open your eyes and look at him, “this isn’t your fault Loki, you didn’t know you had a literal stalker all of your life..”

He looks at her with a bit of anger in his eyes, “I should’ve known..I almost lost you because of my carelessness.”

You grab him by the hand that is in the water next to you with as much strength you had left, “hey…I don’t blame you for anything that happened. Maza did this…she is to blame…I shouldn’t have taken a strangers word over yours, I should’ve stayed by your side until we got the whole truth…I abandoned you when you needed me…I should be apologizing to you…”

“No my love, we must promise each other to not let anyone come between us again..”

“I promise…I love you so much Loki..”, you say tearfully.

“I love you too darling.”, he lays his forehead against yours. “Let me wash your hair…”. You lean up and he shampoos your hair and massages the pounding ache in your head away. Once done, Loki picks you up out of the tub, dries you and puts you in warm clothes. He lays you down on the bed and before he places the blanket over you he holds your hand and kisses the back of it sending a small amount healing magic through your body. Slowly your body started to feel less sore and the wounds start to slowly close. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of Loki’s magic working it’s way through you, your eyes start to fill with tears. You’re so happy to be alive, that you get more time with your boys and you have the man you love back. But then you’re hit with a moment of panic. “Maza? She got away?”

Loki looks at you sadly and nods, “for now..but we will find her…Val has all of New Asgard looking for her…I am looking for her and she won’t escape me…I will keep you and the boys safe, I swear it..”

He’s holding your hand to his chest and kisses your forehead one more time, “the boys? Where are they?”, you ask.

“Asleep, they used a lot of power today to save you…if not for them…I don’t know if I had the strength alone to bring you back to us…”

“I want to see them, help me up?”, you ask.

“Darling, you need your rest…”, he argues.

“I will, I just need to see them Loki…please?”, you give him your best puppy dog stare. You were feeling much better after Loki’s healing, still a little tired but you didn’t have the crippling soreness or a pounding headache anymore.

He smiles at you, “alright…but back to bed as soon as you have seen them, alright?”

You nod, “yes my prince.”, you smile at him.

He smiles and kisses you, “such mischief…it’s as if you were made for me..”

He helps you out of the bed and puts his hand on your waist to help you walk out of the bedroom. You both walk to Narfi’s bedroom, a low light showing through the crack of the door indicating Thor chose that room to get them settled. You open the door and you see Thor sitting on Narfi’s desk chair staring at the boys who are sound asleep on the bed. He hears footsteps and the door open slowly and sees you and Loki walk into the room, “sister…”. He rises from his seat and walks over to you enveloping you in a hug, you could tell he wanted to squeeze you tighter than he was but he did not want to bring you further pain.

You look up at him and smile, “Thor…thank you so much.”

He smiles down at you, “I am so happy to see you well, you had us scared for a moment.”, he huffs out another laugh but you see tears filling his eyes. He pulls you in for another hug and buries his nose in your hair, soaking in your presence. He releases you and you walk over to the boys who are both in a deep sleep, snoring loudly and mouths open.

“Gods they inherited your snoring…”, Loki jokes.

You smack him in the chest, “shut up, you love my snoring.”

“Oh yes, it’s a wonder how I get true sleep without it.”, he laughs.

“Hush you.”

Thor is watching you both with a smile on his face but a knock on the front door ruins the moment.

Loki looks to Thor as he wraps you protectively in his arms, wary of who is knocking on their door. Thor nods and moves to see who it is, he comes back to the bedroom shortly after, “it’s Val and Sylvie.”

Loki nods and they all move to the living room leaving the children to sleep, Thor opens the door.

Val looks at Thor, “how are they?”

“Come in and see for yourself”, he moves out of the way so they can enter the home. They see you and Loki standing in the living room. 

“Thank the Gods you’re alright.”, Val walks over to you and takes you away from Loki to hug you tightly.

You hug her back as tightly as you can, “thanks to all of you..how did you find me? I know you said the boys helped but how?”

Loki puts his hand on your shoulder, “you should get some rest darling. We can discuss it in the morning.”

You shake your head, “I don’t know if I can sleep knowing she’s out there. What if she comes back?”

Loki takes you back in his arms, “I don’t want you to worry about Maza, if she does come back I will protect you.”

“Ahem…”

Loki rolls his eyes, “we will protect you.”

You nod and place your head on his chest, he starts to rock you back and forth and you feel your eyes start to get heavy. You close your eyes for a moment and you feel your body start to get heavier as well, you hear your name but it sounds like an echo. You look up and Loki is looking down at you with a sweet smile on his face, he must’ve been trying to get your attention.

“Come darling, you are exhausted.”, Loki picks you up bridal style and goes to walk back into the bedroom but stops and looks at Val and Sylvie, “thank you both…without your help I don’t think I would have her in my arms tonight…Sylvie…what you did for my sons…I owe you a debt, if you wish to stay on this timeline and make it your home…I will not object..”

Sylvie just nods, looks over at Val and takes her hand in hers, “I guess I’ll stick around for a bit..”

Loki nods and takes you into your bedroom and places you back on the bed, this time he tucks you in and kisses your forehead. He looks at you one last time before he goes to leave but you stop him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He looks down at your hand in his, “I did not want to presume…you are exhausted and emotions are high…”

“I want you here…please?…”, you beg weakly. 

He nods, “as you wish.”

Loki climbs into bed with you, getting under the covers and pulls you into his arms.

“Goodnight darling.”

“Good night Loki, I love you.”

He kisses your forehead, “and I you my heart. Sleep well, I will be here to keep you safe.”

You close your eyes and unbeknownst to you, Loki places a sleep spell on you so you can have a dreamless sleep. After your experience with the addict in the hospital he knew you were prone to be plagued by nightmares. He can feel your body relax a little more and he holds your body a little tighter, his eyes fill with tears from being overwhelmed by the emotions of having you back. Thor was right, they will deal with Maza in the morning, for now he was just thankful to have his family safe.

To be continued…

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[lokisprettygirl]

The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 16 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 17

Summary : Loki regrets losing your friendship and you tell him the truth about the attack that happened a few months ago.

Trigger Warning : Suicidal thoughts, Rape, abuse, sexual violence, Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing

Rocky and Suzzanah went back to their room as they had to leave an hour later, Steve walked towards you, he could see your teary eyes and it brought him hell a lot of satisfaction.

"Awhh it hurts?" He whispered in your ear as he chuckled so you stepped away from him, he knew about your bond with Loki and he was going to use it at every opportunity to hurt you. 

"This one is married, I asked them to send a married one this time, are you going to fuck him and ruin his relationship too?" He whispered and when you didn't respond, he stepped upstairs to take his bag, you couldn't have been more thankful. This trip would have been a blessing if they weren't taking Loki away as well.

You looked at Loki and his own eyes were teary, why so? Isn't this what he wanted? He should be happy right then why was he looking at you with such a longing desperate look in those irises? 

"I have to go to the gym, wait for me" you told Erik and he nodded. He seemed fidgety and nervous for some reason but maybe it was because of the first day at the new job. You remembered the first time you met Loki, he seemed so confident and aloof, you never thought that you'd get so close to him in such a short amount of time.

"Yess ma'am" he mumbled so you turned around to go upstairs, your heart felt as if Steve has stepped on it and was refusing to move aside, this unbearable pain you felt made you want to do something really awful.

That's why you never blamed your mother, as much as it hurt you that she left you all alone here and chose to be selfish, you understood why she had to take that step.

Loki walked towards Erik and they glared at each other for a moment before Erik pulled him in for a hug, making Loki smile in response.

"My man" Erik mumbled as he patted on his shoulder, 

"How are you doing" Loki asked him and he shrugged, he took out his wallet from his coat and showed a picture of a little girl, 

"She's adorable, I can't believe I am missing her lumpy toddler phase" Erik smiled but it soon faltered as he thought about the situation 

"What's going on here? We don't want the Cairo situation to happen again, Stark is worried too, that's why he sent me" Erik said to him as he placed his palm on his shoulder to comfort him. He was always thankful for the guys at Stark securities, they were all like a tight knit family, a home away from home.

"I..I am sorry I keep doing this" Loki chuckled but his eyes teared up.

"Soo?" Erik asked him and he just shrugged

"Just take care of her, she's..she's fragile and she needs a safe person she could confide in. These people around her are the worst" 

"Worse than Sameera's?" 

"Comparatively? Yes, Sameera won't survive this situation, at least her father did care for her" 

Erik sighed and stepped away from him before anyone would get suspicious, the less these people know about him, the better.

As you stepped down, Loki looked at you, he truly wished he was the one taking you to the gym, he wished he was the one getting to sit next to you and he definitely missed holding your soft little hands as you would tease him and joke around with him. He made you so happy and now he was hurting you the same way they all did, he took away your safe haven and he couldn't have been more disappointed in himself.

"Let's go" you told Erik and he followed you immediately. As soon as you were out of his sight Loki took out his phone and texted you, he shouldn't have, he knew that, he should just stop hurting both of you but he was worried about you, your indifference made him wary, he didn't want you to do something awful, like your mother did. 

You asked him to stop texting you and for a moment he did, what else were you expecting? He didn't text you back for a few minutes but then you received another message and your heart skipped a beat,

He didn't respond to you after that and you didn't blame him, what did he mean when he said worst comes to worst you won't pick him? Maybe you should have responded with that instead of being bitchy about Suzannah. It wasn't his fault that your dad wanted to take him with them. 

"Are you alright mam?" Erik asked you and you nodded

"So you married?" You asked him and he nodded in response. Darn it!!! you can't even use him to make Loki jealous now. The fact that the thought even crossed your mind made you feel like such a horrible person. 

You couldn't sit still, Loki didn't respond to you and it was making you so anxious. Was he done? Like finally done? He wasn't wrong though, you didn't belong to him and you were getting married to Steve. Did that bother him? You knew it would bother you if the situation were reversed, you felt extremely jealous about him sleeping with Paris. Maybe he felt the same, maybe he wanted you more than just a friend.

Three days passed somehow, he didn't text you and you somehow controlled yourself to not do it either. You saw bitchannah's Instagram post where she clicked a picture of him sneakily and posted with the caption "Hottest bodyguard ever or what?" 

It was nice to see people ripping her off in the comment section for invading his privacy and then others were concerned because she was engaged. Serves her right. 

He did look hot though, you couldn't deny that. 

"Are you okay mam?" Erik asked you and you smiled at him. He wasn't as standoffish as you expected him to be, he was kind of friendly but you didn't feel like you could trust him just yet.

"I think I'm coming down with a flu or something but I'll be fine" you told him and he nodded. He took out his phone as you looked away and texted loki immediately.

When you reached the mansion, you showered and changed into a loose t-shirt and shorts. 

Everytime you got sick, you missed your mom more than ever, she would always get so worried and even cried whenever you had a fever, your eyes teared up as you thought about her. You started to feel chills so you upped the temperature and decided to take a nap but it didn't last for long, you woke up when you heard a knock on the door, you swore to yourself that if it was Steve you'd strangle him. But to your surprise it wasn't Steve, it was Loki.

You turned around to get inside, leaving the door open for him to do whatever he wished to do there, 

"How are you?" He asked you so you shrugged and crossed your arms 

"Fineee why" 

"You don't look fine, you look sick" 

"How does one look sick?" You asked him and he chuckled

"Maybe look at yourself in the mirror?" he stepped towards you so you took a step back 

"Can we talk?" He asked you and you shook your head. Your eyes teared up because of how much it hurt to just be standing in front of him again. You have missed him undoubtedly, you have missed being held by him. The last three days were filled with agony, self doubt and feelings of abandonment.

"What did you mean when you said when worst comes to worst I won't pick you?" You asked him and his eyes teared up, maybe he should just be honest with you, maybe his fate wouldn't be so cruel this time around.

"You'd pick Steve and this life, as much as it hurts you to go through this, you must be somewhat addicted to this lifestyle of riches. I can't give you this life, I never could and you might think that you have feelings for me but a few months down the line you'd see that there's not much to me except passionate nights of lovemaking and promises of being together forever. I'm just another man you'd tire yourself with soon and then you'd wish to return to all this lavishness that you are familiar with" you wiped your tears as he finished his sentence. He thought you enjoyed this lifestyle and if you had an option you wouldn't give up on all of this? Well he was wrong, so wrong. 

"And you came to this conclusion because —?" 

"Because I have been through this before, you asked me to not fight for you, to not stand up to Steve, to not protect you from these monsters. You expect me to just sit back and watch them kill you slowly and I can't do that" you looked down as he said that. That's what he heard that night and you didn't blame him for reaching such a conclusion, maybe he had his own reasons for thinking of you that way. You wanted to ask him about how he has been through it before but it didn't seem like a good time.

"You heard all that..but you missed the part where I said that you mean too much to me and I would never want to lose you?" As soon as he heard that, he felt shattered, you did say that to him but he only focused on the negatives that fed his insecurities because of Sameera and other women before her. All of them wanted to fuck him, none of them wanted to stick around to get to know him deeper than that. He was just a bodyguard, his job was too hectic for a proper relationship, they had all sorts of excuses so he didn't really expect the daughter of the richest man in New York to pick him above everything else. He didn't feel worthy enough for you. 

"Darling" he walked towards you to grab you in his arms but as soon as he pulled you closer, he could feel the heat radiating off your body and it wasn't the good kind either.

"You're sick baby, you need a doctor" you shook your head and tried to get away from him but he kept you in a tight hold. You didn't have much strength left to fight off everyone around you, you felt tired and sick, not just physically but in every sense of the word.

"Come with me" he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of your room, as he stepped downstairs Steve and Suzzanah glared at both of you, 

"She's sick, she needs to go to the hospital" he told them and Steve chuckled.

"We just got back from the trip and of course she's sick, must have missed her three days worth of attention right?" He said callously and Loki's jaw clenched

"She's burning up" 

"Then take her" Suzzanah told him so he dragged you away with him again, he really wanted to pick you up but he didn't want to cause more problems for you, he made you sit down on the backseat and sat next to you, then he asked Adrian to drive towards the hospital.

"Hey come here, lay your head down darling" he made you lie down in his lap and he could see your eyes drifting off, the fever was increasing every moment and he was so scared. 

"Keep your eyes on me alright?" He told you and you nodded, it was nice to be held like that even though you felt as if this would be the last time you'd ever get to feel such a comforting embrace 

"I don't want to get fixed" you mumbled, your voice sounded hoarse and weak and it made his eyes tear up. 

"Don't you dare say that, look at me.. hey look at me" he mumbled and tapped on your cheek with his palm ever so softly.

"It's okay..I'm done, I'm so done Loki" 

"No you are not done you hear me? You can't give up like this" you mustered a slight chuckle as he said that.

"Why not? I have done it before" 

His eyes widened as you said that. 

"What do you mean hmm?" He asked you and you clutched onto him. You passed out after you finished your words, leaving him shocked even more. He should have known, he should have seen it. The girl in his arms was so broken, it shouldn't have been surprising.

"I'm the reason why you were appointed to protect me, I'm the one that hired a Hitman to kill myself" 

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[notinthislife50]

Chapter 8

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"Why do you call her Dorothy?" Bruce asked.

"Well, let's see. We have the tin man," you said, pointing at Tony. "The scarecrow," you continued, pointing at Captain America while smirking. "And the cowardly lion," you nodded toward Bruce. "But I'm guessing not by choice, huh, Hulk?"

Maria rolled her eyes. "Okay, enough. We've been watching you for a while, and we think it would be beneficial if you joined our team. We've seen your powers and your apartment," she smirked. "We pay a good wage. What would you have to lose?"

Wade looked at you, saying, "Well, our apartment is a shithole."

You looked at him in shock and huffed, "Our apartment is not a shithole; it's a palace. How dare you!" You frowned at him. "But," you continued, "I did see Captain Blatt trying to start another coup, so maybe we better stay away for a while."

"Alright, Dorothy, we're in," you smacked the table, standing up.

"This is going to be exhausting," Tony whispered.

After a few days, Loki still hadn't said anything.

You were spinning in a chair and threw your head back, whining, "This is so boring. I thought being an Avenger would be more fun."

You then turned to Wade and said, "Hey, want to play hide and seek?"

"What age are you?" Tony asked.

Wade ignored him and turned to you, saying, "Sure, off you go." You shimmered away.

"Hide and seek, really?" the Captain scoffed.

"Yeah, flagpole," Wade shot back. "You're forgetting she's a shape-shifter. I have to work out which of you she has turned into." With that, Wade ran off.

"This should be interesting," Clint laughed, turning to watch Wade on the camera.

Meanwhile, you teleported into the holding cell, scaring a young guard.

"Hey, you know who I am and what I can do," you carefully asked.

He nodded slowly.

"Good, so you know I'm not here to hurt you. But I am going to turn into someone else, so please don't freak out," you pleaded.

You then morphed into Maria Hill.

Turning to the guard, you said, "Just play along. Please."

After a short while, Wade entered the holding cell and saw Maria and some guy looking over files. He walked over.

"Has anyone seen Y/N?" he asked.

"Nope," Maria answered without even looking up. "Aren't you two usually joined at the hip?"

"No, not always," Wade defended.

As the young guy walked off, Wade moved closer to Maria.

"You know Y/N and I aren't a couple," he said.

"Huh huh," Maria still didn't look up.

"Just friends," he tried again.

"Huh huh," Maria replied once more.

Wade then placed a finger on her arm and rubbed it up and down. This caught Maria's attention.

"You know, the first day I saw you, I always thought you were incredibly sexy," he stated.

"Really?" Maria answered, moving in closer.

"Definitely," Wade whispered, leaning closer.

They were almost a hair's length away from each other's lips.

"Wanted to do this for a long time," Wade said, sounding hesitant.

"Me too," Maria agreed, not sounding convincing.

As you both leaned in, Maria stopped and yelled, "Concede," shape-shifting back into yourself. "God, that got too close," Wade despaired. "Too close," you whispered.

Wade then left the room, leaving just you and Loki, who you hadn't noticed was watching you through the whole display.

"Such a waste of talent," he stated.

You whipped around, looking at him.

"This isn't going to be pretty," Natasha said, as the rest of the team were still looking at the cameras.

"You know what, Bambi? All this bravado you have, I see right through it," you said with disdain.

"Oh really?" Loki retorted, trying to look unconcerned.

"Yes, really," you answered. "I'm probably the only one in this entire place who actually feels sorry for you, who actually understands you," you confirmed. "I know what it's like for people to judge me at first glance. I know what it's like for people to judge me before they get to know me," you continued.

"Is that so?" Loki asked. "Are you sure they aren't judging you because of the many people you've killed?" he smirked.

"No," you stated. "I studied my people. I made sure they were murderers, rapists. I made sure they were guilty."

"What I didn't do," you continued, "was throw my toys out of the pram because I didn't get my own way. I didn't go around killing innocent people." You finished.

As you said your last word, you heard a voice from behind you say your name in a stern tone.

"Y/n," the Captain warned.

You whipped around, only to see him looking at you, arms folded, with a scowl on his face.

You whipped back around to Loki.

"Grow the fuck up, Loki." And as you turned on your heel, you passed the Captain and whispered, "Fuck you, Apostle."

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MirrorMirror🪞🖤

Bucky x female reader and Loki x female reader

18+ | TW⚠️ This fic is a gothic romance and will contain dark themes including infidelity, deception and maybe some scary ghosts. Please do not read if these things may be triggering for you.

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“How are you feeling?” Bucky asked, standing behind you, rubbing your shoulders soothingly as you both looked at each other in the mirror.

“Nervous I guess.” You answered, taking a deep breath, thinking about the journey that awaited you and the fact that you had run out of bubble wrap for the mirror meaning you’d just have to hope it didn’t break on the journey.

“On the plus side, you’ll technically be a princess once we settle in” Bucky teased, kissing your left shoulder as you smiled “livin’ in a castle automatically means you’re a princess.” He continued.

“Does that mean you’re my prince?” You asked, spinning in his hold as you looked up at him.

“When am I ever not?” He replied coyly before pressing his lips to yours. “Right, we’ve got a mirror to pack.” He clapped, breaking the kiss before you both got to work packing the final things before saying goodbye to your old apartment.

Settling into the moving van, you thought about the moments that had led to this one, you and your boyfriend abandoning your city lives and deciding to live in a castle. It began just under a year ago when you found out a distant relative had passed away. You received a call saying that your name was listed in the Will and that you had been awarded the castle. It was a surprise to say the least considering you barely knew this relative, however a welcomed one once you had spoken to Bucky who managed to convince you that the move would be good. You gave in, picturing yourself in a castle knowing that the child version of yourself who you carried in your heart would love this. This was her dream and finally, finally it was a reality.

Throughout the journey, you fell asleep a few times, strange dreams evading you as the motion of the van cradled you to a slumber. At the end of one, you jolted awake, gasping as you reached out in front of you, eyes widening before realising you were fine, safe, it was just a dream.

Growing up, you suffered from nightmares, something that you eventually grew out of however you occasionally had the odd strange one that often had similar themes. Most of the time you found yourself in some kind of confined space whether that was physically or mentally. One night you awoke sweating thinking you had been left in a box. It was silly you realised once you woke up but you couldn’t control your dreams.

“Another nightmare baby?” Bucky asked, glancing at you.

“No” you lied although it was technically true; it wasn’t a nightmare persay, just peculiar “I’m fine.”

“Good, because we’re almost there.” He smiled, one of his hands squeezing your thigh.

You remained awake for the rest of the journey, grinning as you drove up a hill, passing a variety of different shrubs and other greenery. It was unusual seeing so much nature considering you were familiar with city life which mostly consisted of high rises and polluted air. This was different, it was spectacular. You opened the window, inhaling the crisp air before the smell of grass soothed you. You took another deep breath, closing your eyes as the sound of birds chirping came into focus.

“Isn’t it just lovely.” You spoke spritely, turning to Bucky.

“Perfect.” He affirmed.

Around fifteen minutes later you arrived at the castle, shocked by the size of it. It was a stark difference to your apartment. The closer you drove towards the entrance, the more a lady came into view. Her hair was vibrant, ginger tendrils shaping her face as she greeted you with a wide smile, Bucky turning the engine off. Getting out of the van, you approached her, shaking her hand as she offered it to you.

“Good afternoon, you must be y/n, I’m Natasha.” She spoke before looking at Bucky who smiled at her.

“Good afternoon.” He answered, shaking her hand too.

“Lovely to meet you both, I’m the realtor.” She explained, retrieving a key from her pocket, a key you could only assume unlocked your future. “Here’s the key and here’s my card in case you need anything. I was going to walk you through the property today, however I thought it’d be best if you both settled in a little considering your long journey from the city.” She noted as she handed you the key as well as her business card which had all her contact details on.

“Thank you.” You answered.

“No worries, I’ll be down tomorrow midday, but don’t hesitate to contact me before then.” She insisted cheerily before bidding you a farewell and leaving.

“Care to do the honours?” You asked, dangling the key in front of Bucky’s face.

“It’s your castle baby” he grinned “you do the honours.”

Wasting no time, you put the key intothe keyhole of the large door before pushing it open to be met by your new home.

“Wow.” You mumbled, standing in the hallway as your eyes scanned the surroundings. To say the place was huge was an understatement. The place looked like something straight out of Downton Abbey. The floor was red carpet lined with gold outskirts. Tall pillars stood like skyscrapers, almost intimidating you. The place smelt like wood and varnish with the underlying smell of candles. You stepped further inside, glancing into one of the rooms which had a direct view of the garden outside. There were rose bushes, trees, garden furniture as well as what appeared to be an old greenhouse. You walked towards the end of the hallway, crystal chandeliers hanging off the ceiling making the place look grand. You hadn’t even noticed Bucky’s reaction until your eyes met with a mirror to the left of the corridor that reflected him. His mouth hung open as he looked around in as much amazement as you did.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He finally murmured causing you to giggle as you made your way to him.

“Welcome to our new life.” You squealed as he picked you up, spinning you in his hold, if only you knew what awaited you in this new life. If you had, maybe you’d have stayed home. You wouldn’t have met him.

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A/N: I’m literally half asleep and I just got this idea and HAD to write it. Should I continue it? Sorry if there are errors. Also wouldn’t it be good if tumblr doesn’t delete like half of this 😂

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A Heart Of Iron Chapter 31

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Loki

In the 3 months without Tony, Loki had left his room 5 times. Once to go to Valhalla to try and get him back, once to try and interact with the others (that one went so badly that he just slept through the next few days), and 3 times to get more beer. The floor was littered with all of the empty beer cans and he was pretty sure that he looked like shit, but he didn't care. After all, Tony was gone, so why should he?

Steve kept knocking at his door, but Loki ignored him. During the first few days, the others kept blowing up his phone with texts and calls, but when it died, he "forgot" to charge it. After 1 month, Steve had thought he had died and barged in to check on him, finding Loki drunk-talking to an illusion of Tony, either not noticing or not caring that Steve had just entered the room. Steve had quietly backed out, and no one had entered the room since then.

Loki spent most of those months drunk, and, during some of his more sober moments, Loki had JARVIS give him updates on the other Avengers so that he could write letters to Tony. In doing this, he learned that Bucky had woken up, not remembering anything after he fell off of the train, his brain still stuck in 1945. Steve had to tell him that his sister Becca had died of old age 4 years ago. Bucky's reaction had sent Loki into another spiral, the reminder of the fact that Tony was gone too much to bear. The next thing he remembered, he was waking up in another hospital bed, Natasha standing over him, a worried look on her face.

"Loki, what the fuck? I know you know that drinking yourself to death isn't helping you at all, so why the fuck are you doing it? I mean, you do know that-" Natasha lectured, and Loki cut her off.

"That Tony wouldn't have wanted this? Yeah, well, Tony's gone, so he doesn't really get a say," Loki said bitterly. "And who are you to tell me what to do with my life? Last I checked we weren't friends, and the only reason that we even kept talking to each other was Tony, and he's not here anymore, so I don't really get why you care."

"I care about you because I know what you're going through. I've been brainwashed into doing horrible things against my will, I've lost everyone I've ever cared about, and I've-" Natasha said softly, and Loki got even more upset.

"Have you watched the only two people you've ever loved go in front of you in the exact same way and not been able to do anything about it? Have you had some mystical force try to warn you about it but you ignored it and made the one you loved leave? Have you had someone trust you with their life and fail them? Because I have," Loki said forcefully, and Natasha backed away.

"I didn't know. I'm sorr-'' Natasha started before realizing something. "Wait. You knew what was going to happen to Tony? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I thought it was just a vision of an alternate universe. I didn't know that it could come true here too," Loki explained defensively. "I was going into Tony's mind to heal him after the vision that almost killed him, and the stone showed me an alternate universe where we were soulmates and Thanos stabbed him and threw him off of the bridge. I didn't think it was important because it was pretty damn obvious that it wasn't this universe, because me and Tony aren't soulmates here."

Natasha stepped back slightly, and Loki realized belatedly that that came out a little more forceful than he meant it to. Oh, well. She was already going to be pissed at him for letting Tony leave, so what's one more reason to hate him?

"Oh," she said quietly, and then her face melted into a look of concern. "You do know that it's not your fault, right? Maybe you should've told someone about the vision, but, as you said, it didn't seem important. It's not your fault that you didn't know."

"No. Every other fucking vision had a purpose, and this one was an entire life story! I should've known, and I should've fucking told someone!" Loki said, volume building until he was practically yelling. He couldn't see how someone could honestly think that Tony being gone wasn't his fault, because, honestly, he always manages to either hurt the ones he loves or get them to leave forever. "You don't understand. There is no fucking way you could ever understand. If all you're going to do here is tell me lies to try to make me feel better, it's not working, so you can go."

Natasha looked at him with a look that he knew meant that she felt bad for him, and honestly, that just made him feel worse. He didn't need pity, or false reassurances, or to "move on". He just needed Tony.

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 32

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The next morning, Cora arrived at her friend’s apartment with a game plan.  Louisa was having a hard time waking up.  “Do we have to go this morning?”

Cora swatted her butt to get her moving.  “Yes, we do.  We have an appointment at a dress shop in about an hour.  So get ready lady.”

Louisa groaned as she went to take a shower.  The water was nice and hot, and it helped her wake up a bit.  It only took a few minutes to dry off and then another few minutes to get dressed.  Cora was waiting in the kitchen with muffins and hot tea.  Grabbing a muffin, she started eating while Cora told her the plan for the day.

“Really the first stop is this dress shop I found out about and managed to get an appointment for today.  Their dresses look amazing, and apparently they have more in the store than what they show on their website.  It’s not super far, but we’d better get going.”

Looking at her watch, it was 10:15 am, and all she wanted to do at the moment was go back to bed; however, the ball was coming up, and she really needed a dress.  Putting on her socks and shoes, they headed for the shop.

When they pulled up, they were both stunned.  “I really thought we’d be going somewhere like maybe Selfridge or Harrods at best.  I’ve never heard of this place, and I feel pretty sure this place doesn’t serve anyone with less than a 6 figure income.  Even with what I get from him, I still couldn’t afford anything in that store.”

Cora grabbed her hand and started pulling her to the store.  “Let's just check it out.  We have an appointment.  Worst case?  We don’t find anything and go somewhere else.  It can’t hurt to look.”

Louisa scoffed and muttered.  “I’m pretty sure it does at a place like this.”

Choosing to ignore her, Cora entered the store, and a well dressed lady welcomed her.  “Welcome to Mon Amour.  Do you have an appointment with us today?” 

Cora took the lead.  “Yes.  It should be under Sigyn at 11?”

The lady gave her a strange look but checked the appointment book, and there it was: Sigyn at 11 AM with Misha.  She gave another odd face when she saw who would be assisting: the owner who rarely, if ever, takes appointments.  “Looks like you’re with Misha today.  I’ll let her know you’re here.”

Cora and Louisa looked at each other.  They knew they didn’t fit in, and the expression on the welcome lady’s face just added to their fears.  Was she going to get security to throw them out, or maybe calling the police that there’s ‘poor people’ in their store that don’t belong?

Before they could continue ruminating, a beautiful slender lady in her mid-to-late 40s came and greeted them.  “Good morning!  Welcome to Mon Amour.  I’m Misha, the store owner.  Which one of you is Sigyn?”

Too stunned to speak, Lou raised her hand.  Misha held her hand out.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you.  Your friend, Loki, is a friend of my family and let me know you may need some help finding a dress for the charity ball.  I’ve pulled a few ideas and thought we might start there if that’s alright.”

Louisa shook her hand gently, afraid she’d break her then followed her quietly back to their private dressing room where she saw a number of beautiful gowns she could only dream of trying on some day.  As they walked back, Louisa and Cora introduced themselves and found Misha was incredibly kind.  From the dress selection that was pulled, it was easy to tell why Misha owned and ran the store.  She had amazing taste.

“I believe it’s a Labyrinth theme.  I wasn’t entirely sure how close you wanted to get with the style, if you wanted something just like Sarah’s dress or maybe a variation of it or even something completely different.  If we find something you like but it doesn’t quite fit, we have a seamstress in-house who can adjust it for you.”

The friends were still stunned.  “These are beautiful.  I have no idea if I can even start to afford one.  I’m afraid to even touch one”

Misha smiled in return.  “I thank you for the compliment, but do not worry.  These dresses are much more sturdy than they appear.  With it being a ball, it will get very warm in there.  So the ones I’ve selected have either no sleeves, short sleeves, or sheer ones to help keep you from getting too hot.”

Over the next two hours, Louisa tried on several dresses.  Through the process of elimination, she realized she wanted either short or no sleeves.  A number of dresses she tried were either too heavy or bulky for her taste.  She wanted something a little more simple but with soft material.

Misha was incredibly patient the entire time, and each time Louisa found an aspect of a dress she loved, Misha took note.  

There were a handful that she liked.  “But it just seems too ostentatious.”

The dear store owner took her hands and looked her in the eyes.  “My dear, this is a masquerade ball.  This is the time to be ostentatious, wear something you normally would not.  You are beautiful, and the dress you choose should reflect that.”  Her remarks made Louisa blush.

Misha had an idea and disappeared for a moment, coming back with one last gown to try.  Louisa tried it on, and all three ladies began to dry.  It was the perfect dress but needed minor alterations.  Accessories and shoes for it were found at her store.  When trying to check out, they would not accept her card.  “This has been taken care of by Mr. Loki.”

“No, no, no, no, no.  This is way too much to ask him to pay for.  I can’t do that!”

Once again, Misha took Louisa’s hands in hers.  “My darling, he is a very kind man.  He does not do something like this unless he chooses to do so.  Trust me when I say all is well.”

Cora and Louisa conceded and allowed Loki to pay for the items they had chosen.  They went back to the store seamstress to have her make notes and input pins for the chosen adjustments and told them to come back in 2 weeks to try on the dress again.

They spent the rest of the day relaxing, going out to a movie, and just hanging out now that the hardest part of the gala preparations were now finished.  The only thing left is to figure out hair and makeup.

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