#thor's there for it too and hates every second of it

[rocksanddeadflowers]

Been thinking about applying the myth where Thor has to pretend to be a giants bride to get his hammer back (you know the one, right??) to the TBI characters. Doubt I'll write it out but I have SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT. My main thought atm being that, from what I remember, Heimdall was the first person to suggest Thor cross dress. Which is just. The excuse to right out Heimdall's involvement is almost as enticing as getting to write out Tyr. He's just. So silly to me. But so badass. I love him.

I can see everyone in the TBI setting at some grand meeting table for the Aesir (and co.) with Thor freaking out about his poor hammer (which, yes seems tricky to write in TBI context but. We'll just patch that plothole it with something later, I have a loose thread idea or two.), Freya desperately trying to avoid involvement in the entire debacle, Loki concerned but still trying not to giggle at the absurdity while Sigyn kicks her under the table to tell her to stop laughing. Heimdall leans over the table towards Thor, trying to remain stoic but his small smirk and gold eyes glittering with Loki approved mischief somewhat gives him away as he suggests, "If we don't want to risk our dear stunning lady here, and you need your hammer back, why don't you be Freya?"

Loki loses it laughing and most of the table can't help but laugh or giggle quietly, including Sigyn. Thor is immediately against the idea, but Loki is already signing up to be his handmaiden in between gasps of giggles (because she would never miss out on such good mischief), and really the idea is such a hit that Thor is sorely outvoted.

The story is still brought up for years to come, typically for a laugh at Thor's expensive. Still no one could deny he looked damn good in that dress.

[writerslittlelibrary]

So, I'm not a prisoner?

masterlist part 1 part 2 part 3 extra

summary: you did not expect that your mission to take down the traitor, could end in such a difficult situation for you…

pairing: Natasha x Red Room teen reader

warnings: fighting, weapons, stabbing, blood, implied sexual abuse

genre: fluff, angst

words: 3073

a/n: I wanted to do a fic like this for so long!!!! anyway, I just kept scouting tumblr trying to find fics like this, so I figured I’d finally write one myself :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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A quick in and out. That was your mission. How on earth did you manage to screw it up so bad. In and out. Assassinate the traitor and come right back. 

Dreykov would’ve been so proud. 

But that didn’t happen. No. Every single aspect about that night failed to go according to plan. You snuck into the event Stark had hosted, was able to blend in with the other party goers, and you were able to hide when most of the people started to leave. 

Once it was just the Avengers left, you stayed in your hiding spot, observing them. You were here to kill Natasha Romanoff, and Natasha Romanoff only. 

You could not afford any casualties, so you had it all planned out. 

You’d wait until the Avengers would leave, and you’d take Natasha out before she could make it to her living quarters. You knew that once she made it to the living space of the Avengers tower, getting to her would be a lot harder. 

However, against all odds, Natasha excused herself from the group quite early, saying she wanted to get a good nights sleep. 

You internally cursed yourself, hating that this wasn’t something that you had planned for. 

Around the couches were still some Avengers sat. You recognised all of them. Clint Barton shouldn’t be too much trouble. He was only a guy who’s good with a bow. For Maria Hill could be said the same thing, except she’s very skilled with a gun.

No, you were worried about the other Avengers still seated. Tony Stark could call upon his armour in mere seconds. Thor had the power of thunder for god’s sake. Wanda Maximoff has exceptional powers, and therefor, if you were to attack with her still in the room, you’d be immobilised in an instant. 

You were fairly certain you didn’t need to worry much about Bruce Banner. Sure, he could turn into the Hulk, but he didn’t turn often, and lately, the Hulk hasn’t been spotted in the battlefield, meaning he probably had many trouble turning into him. 

Pietro Maximoff shouldn’t bring you a lot of trouble either. 

Your main concern were Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. One Super Soldier you could handle, but two? While fighting the rest of the Avengers? That wasn’t going to work. 

Lucky for you, Wanda Maximoff had excused herself from the gathering a while ago. If you didn’t make to much noise, she wouldn’t be much of a problem. You could be outside before she’d even make it to the party deck. 

Your original plan was to just wait. Natasha Romanoff would have usually sat through a party until far into the evening. You’d know, you’ve been watching her for weeks. 

However, now that Romanoff has announced she was returning to her bedroom, a slight panic ran through your body. 

Dreykov gave your 5 weeks to finish this assignment. That’s longer than any assignment you’d ever been on. You could not disappoint him with this. You had to kill the traitor. 

You figured now was your only chance, and so, as Natasha Romanoff made her way towards the elevator, you followed her. 

However, not even to your surprise, she stopped in the middle of the hallway. 

“You know I’m an assassin, too? You’re good, but you’re not un noticeable,” she states, calmly turning around, being met with a gun to your face. The moment she stopped, you were wise enough to draw your gun, holding her at gunpoint for any sudden movements. 

You could see a slight surprise appear on her face, before her face returned to her poker face once again. 

“You’re just a child…” Natasha spoke slowly, seeming almost disappointed. 

“You’re a traitor,” you spoke, loading the gun, taking a step closer. Natasha simply shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she spoke, before leaping towards you. You shot your gun, but Natasha was too fast, avoiding your gunfire as she ran past you, back to the other Avengers. 

How on earth could you have missed that shot? She was right there.

Pathetic. 

You don’t hesitate to run after her, determined to finish this tonight. 

Very much not to your surprise, the moment you run back into the party hall, the Avengers are already standing up and ready. Ready to fight you.

You don’t hesitate to move forwards, and after fighting Clint Barton for mere seconds, you quickly realise they have no intention of hurting you. You could use that to your advantage, and you do.

You kick Barton hard, leaving him on the floor, heaving for air as you move forward, taking on Maria. 

However, the moment you get close to Maria, two strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you back. They’re holding you tightly, and it doesn’t feel like they’re planning to let go. 

You struggle in the hold, fighting against who ever is holding you as you try to break free. A small panic runs through your body. The fear of being captured by the Avengers taking place in your mind. You do not fear the Avengers, but the thought of being seen as a traitor by Dreykov hurts your heart more than words could describe. 

“Stop struggling. We can help you,” you hear a voice behind you speak, and you soon come to realise the person you’re fighting is Captain America himself. 

No wonder you couldn’t get loose. 

Knowing it’s a Super Soldier, you’re quick to outsmart him, making him think you’re getting tired, relaxing your body is his hold. Because of this, the Captain lightens his grip a bit, giving you enough room to wiggle your arm free, moving it backwards to hit him in the face with your elbow. 

Because of the surprise, he lets you go, allowing you to stand again. 

The moment your feet hit the ground, you dash forward, holding up your knife as you use everyone’s shock to your advantage. 

Everyone is surprised by your capability of escaping Steve’s grasp, not realising your already moving towards Natasha again. You reach her quickly, stabbing your knife into her stomach as far as it can go. 

Natasha gasps, and you pull the knife out, watching as all the blood starts to seep from her stomach. 

Slowly, Natasha sinks to the ground, Maria catching her, helping her down. 

You move towards Natasha again, determined to get the job finished, but are quickly stopped by another pair of arms wrapping around your waist. You immediately recognise the metal arm, knowing that the Winter Soldier holds you in his grasp. You can’t escape him. You never have. 

He pulls you backwards, pushing you to the ground as he tries to punch you. However, you regain yourself quickly, rolling away from under him and kicking him in the face. 

Suddenly, you’re moved across the room. You forgot the damn speedster…

You raise your knife quickly, stabbing him before he has a chance to make another move. 

“PIETRO!” you hear a voice yell, and you turn your head to the right. Shit. Wanda Maximoff must have heard the commotion and went down to take a look. You have to get out of there. You will never win a fight with her.

You move quickly, running towards the stairs. However, before you could reach them, you felt a stabbing pain in your left shoulder, the sound of a gun shot following soon after. You had been shot. Bucky Barnes had shot you in an attempt to slow you down. 

But you didn’t let it. 

Instead, you went towards the stairs a little quicker, dashing down the hundreds of flights of stairs to get to the main floor. 

Of course, all SHIELD agents on the main floor were already expecting you, and you were followed by Steve Rogers, but you were quicker than him. You knew that. 

You dashed past all the SHIELD agents, avoiding their gun fire as you made it towards an emergency exit. 

The moment you stepped outside, you started your escape route. You already planned it, knowing exactly which way to go, no matter which way you would exit. 

Steve followed you outside, but the moment he set foot outside the door, you were gone. You had disappeared into the night, leaving no trace. 

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Back in the Avengers tower, the team was recovering from your attack. Natasha was in bad shape. Your strike had been an attempt to murder her, and you didn’t miss any organs as you pierced your blade through her abdomen. 

Pietro was much better. He was back on his feet quickly, seeing as though you stabbing him hadn’t been a murder attempt. You merely wanted to distract him. 

It didn’t take long for Natasha to get back on her feet either, even though she was advised to stay on bed rest after the surgery. 

Natasha was determined to find you, and she quickly got to work. 

Even though you had made it out of the Avengers tower quickly, you were still hurt, and some of you blood had fallen on the floor as you made your escape towards the stairs. Clint and Maria had collected that blood, running multiple tests, only to find out you were not registered anywhere. 

There was no record of your existence. Were you just another ghost story?

What they did find were traces of the Super Soldier serum. However, they were modified, almost as if they were genetically a part of your system. 

Did that mean you were just another Hydra experiment? Natasha did hear you calling her a traitor. That had to mean you knew Dreykov, right? Who else viewed her as a traitor. I would make sense. Sending a modified teenage assassin after her, knowing Natasha was above killing children. 

Even in the Red Room, she always hesitated when sparring against the younger students. 

Dreykov must have had a lot of faith in you to send you after her. Natasha can only hope you’re not a graduate yet…

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After the incident in the Avengers tower, you had fled to Germany. You figured it was best to leave the United States completely. And why would they ever search for you in Germany? 

You had rented an apartment, loving the small town you had chosen. Dreykov had given you 5 weeks to finish the assignment, and now, you had only 1 week left. There is now way that you’re going to succeed in killing Natasha within the week. 

They know you are after her now, and they will be prepared for you to make a return. You screwed it up.

Sloppy. 

Right now, you were just heading back to your apartment. You had taken a walk, deciding to make the most out of the freedom you had in the moment. The week would be over soon, and the moment Dreykov would send for your return you are certain you will not be seeing daylight any time soon. 

After you arrived in the apartment building, you instantly felt watched. 

Had the Avengers found you?

You made your way up to your apartment, pushing the key into the lock and walking through the small hallway. Someone was in here, you could feel it. 

You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water, keeping your back towards the living room. 

“There are not a lot of places to hide in this apartment,” you spoke aloud into the emptiness of the apartment. Soon you heard a set of footsteps, and you felt another presence enter the room. 

“You’re very skilled for your age,” you heard a voice behind you say, and you immediately recognised it as Natasha’s. 

“And you are stronger than you look. I mean, even for you, I didn’t expect you to be on your feet so quickly,” you stated, turning around slowly. Natasha wasn’t holding a weapon in your face, something you were definitely expecting. 

You scanned her quickly, seeing the weapons she held on her belt. 

She didn’t come unarmed. Good. She’d be stupid to. 

“I don’t mean you any harm,” Natasha said, taking a small step forward as she held her hands in the air, showing you her every movement. 

You didn’t look impressed, instead just staring at her as she moved. 

“Then you are a fool,” you told her, and you spotted a small smirk flashing over Natasha’s face. “And you are very full of yourself,” she said, moving towards the kitchen island, leaning on it. 

“I can’t say I blame you. You took on a lot of the Avengers on your own. Even two Super Soldiers. That’s impressive,” she stated, giving you a small smile. You didn’t return it. 

“What? Jealous someone better took your place when you betrayed us,” you asked Natasha, determined to get on her nerves.

Natasha’s smile dropped quickly. 

“Quite the opposite, actually. I hoped no one would ever have to go through it again,” she told you, a hint of regret almost identifiable in her expression. Now it was your time to give her a small smile. 

“You think you’re so important that everything should’ve ended with you?” you asked her, moving towards the kitchen island as well, setting your glass down, still holding onto it. 

Natasha shook her head.

“What I am curious about, however, is the genetic Super Soldier serum that runs through your DNA,” Natasha paused, adjusting her stance before speaking again. “Tell me, was your dad a Super Soldier?” 

You let out a huff of amusement, surprising Natasha. 

“You think I believe you’re just here for a conversation? There are SHIELD agents placed on every corner of every street. Don’t think I didn’t notice it. The lovely young couple, drinking coffee at the restaurant downstairs? Amazing disguise, if you were trying to trick nine year olds,” you stated, finishing your glass of water. 

Natasha smiles, clearly impressed with your observations. 

“You’re right. I’m not here for just a conversation, although I do hope we can prevent violence,” Natasha started, but before she could continue you interrupted her. 

“You’re here to bring me in.” 

Natasha nodded, and the look on her face was almost apologetic. 

“No one needs to get hurt. If you just come with me, there’s a big chance you could avoid confinement,” Natasha explained, yet you just scoffed and shook your head. 

“Avoid confinement? Yeah right. There is no way, that after what I have done, your people won’t lock me away.” 

“I can be very persuasive,” Natasha simply replied. 

There was a small silence. Natasha knew you were debating your options. You didn’t seem like a brainwashed sheep. She knew that you knew better than trusting Dreykov’s lies. Sure, you still believed she was a traitor, but there is no way that you didn’t see that what Dreykov is doing is wrong. 

“You know going back after a failed mission will result in punishment,” Natasha started, trying to get through to you. Trying to give you that little push you needed to go with her. “If you go with me, you’ll never be punished like that ever again,” she finished. 

You looked up, deep in thought.

“How could you be so sure?” you asked her, and Natasha didn’t hesitate to respond. 

“We can keep you safe-”

“I found you. I nearly killed you. Who’s to say some other Widow won’t come after me as well?” you replied, and Natasha gave you another small smile. 

“I escaped the Red Room when I was 20,” Natasha started. “It took him 12 years to send someone after me. We will make sure we’ll take him down before he even has the chance to come after you.” 

“How many times, did you try to kill him, exactly? Because I believe you attempted his murder twice already, both of which you failed. You blew him up in Budapest, and then another time when you took the air facility down. Do you honestly think you’ll succeed now?”

Natasha shook her head, seemingly recollecting her thoughts. 

“I failed twice, and that was sloppy, but both times I didn’t have the Avengers on my side. You ran the moment you saw Wanda. You know what she is capable of. Taking down the Red Room for good shouldn’t be too difficult with the Avengers on our side,” Natasha explained, yet you just shook your head. 

“I’m not like you,” you told her, yet Natasha just looked at you in confusion. 

“I’m not some disposable widow like you were. I’m more important,” you explained, and Natasha gave you a sad smile.

“Everyone is just a disposable widow to him,” she started, but you interrupted her. 

“I’m not. You tested my blood. You know I carry the Super Soldier serum. I’m not just some girl he picked up from the streets,” you explained, and Natasha gave you a small nod, encouraging to keep going. 

“I can’t explain it, but he won’t just let me walk. He put too much time in my creation. He would never just let it go to waste,” you finished, looking down, avoiding Natasha’s gaze as you turned around, putting your glass by the sink. 

“We’ll help you. I know that we can,” Natasha tried. 

“Is it worth the risk? My life is not great, but it’s not terrible either. Dreykov values me, and I am not treated like a piece of meat, unlike you might suspect.” 

“So the punishment is worth it, then? Knowing that in three days time, Dreykov will have you be recollected, and once you return to the Red Room, you’ll be punished severely for a failed mission,” Natasha paused, allowing you to let her words sink in. 

“Or, in three days time, you could know you can go to bed without worrying about someone joining. You could know you can be safe, and sleep through the night without anyone disrupting you. Knowing that, is the choice really that hard?” Natasha finished, and you were almost at your breaking point. 

Was it worth it? Was going back the best decision? Dreykov would hurt you, you knew that, but you deserved it. Didn’t you? 

“Please, just come with me. We can help,” Natasha spoke, nearly begged. 

You sighed deeply. 

“Fine, but if you put me in a cell, I will go on a murder streak,” you told her, and Natasha let out a chuckle, before seeing your facial expression, and realising you were dead serious. 

“Duly noted,” Natasha said, before motioning you towards the door. 

What had you done…

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[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/746553097204203521/the-fandom-hates-women-response-to-lack-of-ff

The "fandom hates women" part of it comes from the fact that fandom as an entity just doesn't watch the kind of media that draws femslash, even if it ticks all of the boxes of things those very same people say they like. There are so many times I've watched a show that I've seen mega-popular Tumblr posts wishing existed, and then the fandom is so, so small comparatively and often in general. There have been superheroes, vampire/supernatural shows, fantasy shows, movies, books, the list goes on, that feel like they were generated out of Tumblr's desires for ideal fandom media, and everyone knows they're never going to attract anywhere near the same attention for fandom and fanworks because the common denominator just tends to be that if there isn't a full ensemble of attractive men to ship either with each other or with the women, fandom's not interested.

So it's not about prioritizing women in that sense, it's about people witnessing hypocrisy over and over again the second a show doesn't have a mostly-male ensemble. The people who are in these fandoms are frustrated that good faith attempts to get people interested are met with every excuse in the book that all eventually boils down to "I don't like watching stuff with women in it as much as I like watching stuff with men in it." And if that's how people feel about it... sometimes the conclusions are going to turn into the more uncharitable take of "fandom hates women."

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Maybe, but whenever I see a "fandom hates women" reblog of my stuff, one or two reblogs further down the chain I get an overt TERF. I just had to go block several people today, in fact.

The first person to reblog with a comment like that is usually subtle, but their friends and friends of friends are not. The rhetoric that very quickly starts is the fandom equivalent of that "All the butches are becoming trans men! We're losing lesbians!" stuff.

Here's the thing: I've been in ten billion fandoms that were so awesome and fit fandom's supposed tastes to a T and yet no amount of promoting them could get anyone to try the canon. This goes for canons that are all men or all white men or all majority ethnicity men or whatever else.

The default state of media is to not engender a big fic fandom.

I agree that the rare outliers mostly follow certain patterns, but we extrapolate too far when we say that a lack of those patterns is why a fandom is small.

A fandom is small because that's the near-universal default.

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Yes, a small slice of fandom consists of guilt-ridden queer fujoshi who say they want more f/f but don't make much of a move to make that happen. I tend to run into that a lot because of my own tastes and having friends who share those tastes.

Far more of fandom is people talking generally about how representation matters without saying they would personally join these fandoms if they existed.

Neither group is large enough to be the real reason some woman-heavy canon fails to take off to HP levels.

The real reason is not hypocrisy but the fact that most things don't take off like that. Most things without massive, massive audiences especially don't take off like that. And the very few things that do are flukes and don't actually predict that another similar thing will take off in the future.

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Go to AO3's tag search. Search for all canonical fandom tags. Sort by uses and descending order.

Right now, I get 64,390 tags.

The first page, 50 tags, goes from HP with 497,845 works to the Thor movies with 59,266 works. By page 6, we're below 10 thousand works.

By the end of page 10, we're down to Labyrinth with 3,906.

Somewhere in the top 500 AO3 fandom tags (many of which are just franchise metatags for each other), we go all the way from megafandoms to medium size and down to relatively modest ones.

That's not a lot of room for a big f/f-heavy fandom given the trends in mainstream media and that mainstream media is where most really big fandoms come from.

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I also notice that you're conflating a lack of desire to watch something that's primarily about women with a lack of desire to watch something that includes women.

There are tons of fans who want something more like The Mummy with a leading man and leading woman they love.

Granted, that's not me and that's not a lot of my fujoshi/slasher audience, but it's extraordinarily common. I know plenty of people who don't like canons that are only dudes, but since they also don't like canons that are only ladies and they don't ship f/f, this gets spun into "fandom hates women".

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Let me be clear:

Conflating "lesbians" and "women" is a radfem position.

[fandomnsfw]

A Gift From Thor - Ivar the Boneless x Reader

(Outfit and hair from this imagine!)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader

Prompt: Saved by Lennon Stella and my lack of votes from my deleted poll 😂 sad times man

Description: You are a Viking healer, who travels the world to learn all healing techniques. After an unfortunate tumble from a ship you get lost at sea. As Valhalla becomes more certain you pray to Thor for love and boy does he deliver.

Warning: None really apart from use of a few dirty words for a Manhood.😂

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“Please don’t let me die here Thor.” You pleaded towards the sky before going under again trying to not swallow anymore water.

“Please don’t let me die here Thor.” You pleaded towards the sky before going under again trying to not swallow anymore water.

When you came back up you realised the storm was spreading around you. You let tears fall down your face as you decided to float on your back for a while. You stared up at the sky suddenly feeling very tired. You tried to fight it but you had been out here for too long.

You knew you wouldn’t survive this despite praying to Thor so you let yourself slip your eyes shut. You hated that you had yet to do so much with your life. You didn’t regret much but you did have one regret swimming through your head as you felt your body slip into unconsciousness.

‘Please let me fall in love once before you take me to Valhalla.’

“Wake up woman! Come on!” You heard someone scream as your body was being shaken. You let your eyes flicker open and the first thing you saw was blue. You thought it was the sea for a second but then realised it was someone’s eyes.

You shot up and backed into a corner anxiously as you looked around the boat your were on. The Vikings on the boat were staring at you curiously as you assessed your dripping wet clothes. You were only in a white night gown which was wet enough to see through making you cross your arms to cover yourself as you curled into a ball.

“What is your name?” The blue eyed man asked with a small glare.

“Y-Y/N.” You stuttered as a cold gust of wind swept over you.

“I am King Ivar.” You stared into his blue eyes and handsome appearance before looking towards the sky with a laugh. Thor couldn’t be serious you thought humorously.

“King Ivar the Boneless.” You chuckled as you shot him a sweet smile. The ruthless Viking that killed his own brother in anger, conquered England and Kattegat.

“You’ve heard of me.” Ivar snorted before staring you down as if trying to read you.

“Yes the ruthless Viking Ivar the Boneless you are a legend. I also know a lot about your condition.” You muttered pointing to his legs.

“I used to treat someone with the same problem.” You whispered softly with a polite smile.

“So you’re a healer?” He asked with a glare almost like he didn’t wish to talk about his illness.

“I have traveled the world learning every kind of healing knowledge I could. My goal was to be the best healer in the world. But it appears Thor has made my fate known.” You chuckled as you recalled your prayer to Thor.

“And what fate would that be?” Ivar asked curiously as he moved closer to you.

“I think I am here to take care of you.” You muttered shyly as you avoided his eyes.

“Maybe you are right. We’re almost at Kattegat, get some rest.” Ivar snorted before throwing his own furs over you as well.

He didn’t say anything and you chose to just accept the unusual kindness with a smile as you drifted off to sleep. You barely registered when your head leaned onto his shoulder but he made no move to remove you so you fell into a peaceful sleep.

Ivar watched you as you slept thinking about how beautiful you were and kind. You hadn’t even been scared of him when you found out who he was and that made him more curious about what kind of woman you were.

He also justified his fascination of you by telling himself you were a healer and could help him manage his pain, but he knew that was a lie. He wanted to get to know you. Find out everything about you and maybe even test your loyalty to him.

Once you had arrived at Kattegat Ivar shook your shoulder gently, rousing you from your slumber. You stood up before bending down to help Ivar stand with the help of his crutch. He gave you a nod before being lifted off the boat.

You followed closely behind as he walked to what you guess was his throne room. He smashed the door open startling the people inside of the room and he was approached by 3 men who looked at him with various emotions.

“Brother thank the gods your finally back.” The one with the same piercing blue eyes said as he approached Ivar with a hug.

“Yes and it appears the gods may favour this young woman here too.” He chuckled as he guided you by you hand to stand in front of him.

“This is Y/N she’s a healer that has traveled the world.” He explained slowly and his brothers looked you up and down. There was a small amount of lust in each of the brothers face which made you step back into Ivar’s space so you were stood in front of him your back pressed against his chest.

“Get your eyes off her brothers she not a slave she’s a free woman who will be my personal healer.” He huffed irritably as his arm wrapped around you waist. His touch was comforting and if made your heart race which was unexpected but you leaned into his touch and his eyes widened a little at that.

“I would like to wash up before we talk about anything else. If that is okay with you my King.” You muttered softly as you turned in his grip, your face was barely a hand width from his, your face flushed which seemed to amuse him.

“Of course love.” He muttered softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear sweetly.

You giggled softly at the new pet name, ducking your head shyly as he asked his slave to help you prepare a bath in his room. You were shocked he was allowing you into his room but you nodded as you followed the slave.

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Once you had bathed you were dressed in the nicest dress you’d ever seen and the slave braided parts of your hair but left the rest hang loosely around your back. Your dress was pure black with blood red lace wrapped around the sleeves, they also gave you a long fur coat that made you feel like a queen.

You smiled down at your clothes before getting dragged back to the great hall. The slave had barely spoke to you which was a little awkward but once you saw Ivar again you felt more relaxed. He looked you up and down before giving a nod.

You approached him slowly and he pulled a stool up next to his seat at the head of the table. You sat down without a word, laying your hands on your lap as you waited for your next instruction. Slave were bringing in the food when someone finally addressed you.

“I have a question if you don’t mind?” Bjorn asked scepticism clear in his voice.

“Please ask away Bjorn Ironside I have nothing to hide.” You gave him a sweet smile which only seemed to make him more sceptical.

“You know of all our stories?” He questioned slowly and you just gave him a nod.

“Are you not scared of any of us? Even Ivar? No offence but you’re a healer not a shield maiden yet you have no fear of us.” He seemed confused but his question had you laughing which made everyone look at you.

“As you know I was stranded in the ocean when King Ivar found me.” They all nodded and waited for you to continue.

“Before I felt myself drift into unconsciousness I begged Thor for something before I died. It appears he listened.” You added with a giggle.

“What did you ask for?” Hvitserk asked with excitement in his eyes.everyone began eating as they waited for your response.

Bjorn and Ubbe were drinking their mead and Hvitserk and Ivar were eating a piece of meat when you finally spoke up. Let’s just say everyone was shocked by your next sentence.

“To fall in love.” You muttered casually as you vegans to eat your own food.

The drink in the two eldest brother mouth was spat everywhere in shock, Ivar dropped his meat and his mouth fell open and Hvitserk started laughing almost choking on his food as he did.

“You think the gods brought you here to meet someone you will love?” Ubbe asked as he coughed awkwardly.

“No I think the gods brought me here to love Ivar.” You answered simply giving Ivar a sweet smile who flushed a little but his eyes were full of amazement.

“Ivar?” Bjorn asked humorously as he began eating his food.

“Why is that so funny?” You huffed angrily suddenly feeling very offended by how they were treating you.

“Yes, why is that so funny?” Ivar asked irritably, his hand coming down to give yours a reassuring squeeze.

“Because you cannot…you know…” Ubbe muttered awkwardly and you shot a glare his way.

“Because you cannot satisfy a woman.” Hvitserk blurted out and you stood up so fast making everyone jump.

“I can imagine you don’t do a great job at doing it either!” You screamed throwing a cup in Hvitserk’s direction hitting him square it the head. He stood up to retaliate but Ivar stood up in warning.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Ivar growled as he pulled stroked your hair gently making you smile to yourself.

“I apologise I lost my temper but you should not talk about things you do not understand.” You muttered with a pout.

“He is our brother we know more about him than you.” Ubbe huffed in annoyance.

“Yes about him but not his illness! I have treated another person like him and his cock works just fine from what his wife said. In fact last I heard his wife had given birth to their 4th child.” You snorted as you remembered the joy of the first time his wife managed to conceive.

“How?” Bjorn asked curiously as he leaned his chin on his intertwined fingers.

“The first step is actually getting the person walking and seeing as that has already done all he needs is a special herb from China and a woman to warm his bed.” You answered honestly though the last string of words caused your heart to ache at the thought of another woman enjoying him.

“Kattegat has a few Chinese traders who pass through here maybe one of them has it.” Ivar responded with a small amount of excitement in his voice.

You nodded softly as you stared at your hands and tried not to think about the lucky woman who would be held by this beautiful man. Suddenly you heard Hvitserk laugh at your eyes shot up at the sound.

“And you want to be that woman.” He snorted with a smirk and you frowned.

“I would never presume that a King would want to bed me. I said I was sent by the gods to love Ivar I did not say he was to love me. I will spend my life serving him as his healer and loving him silently.” You muttered with tears in your eyes before standing up and walking out of the great hall.

You could not bare anymore snide comments or horrible things being said about Ivar. How could brothers be so mean to their brother. Not to mention he is their King they should show respect despite being blood.

You were strolling round the markets when you came across what looked like a Chinese trader. You gave him a nod before asking in Chinese if he had the herb you were looking for. He gave you a shocked grin at your perfect Chinese before passing you a bag of the herbs. You inspected it and gave him a nod before telling him you’d be back with gold for him.

You slowly strolled back to the great hall with a small smile but as you entered the hall to see the brothers now drinking around the fire you smile dropped and you walked past them to Ivar.

“I found the herb but I have nothing to trade for it.” You mumbled awkwardly as you avoided his gaze.

He stood up, making his way to his bedroom, you followed him slowly and as you stood in front of him he passed you a bag of gold coins. You gave him a nod and turned to walk out the room but Ivar’s hand grabbed your hand spinning you back around.

“Do you truly believe the Gods sent here to love me?” He asked quietly as he locked his eyes into yours.

“Yes. I feel a connection to you. I feel so calm when I am near you.” You answered him, his hand came up to caress your cheek and you leaned into his touch involuntarily.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I find it hard to believe you have never loved a man.” He chuckled as if the thought was ridiculous.

“I have spent my life travelling I have never even bed a man before.” You muttered shyly as you averted your eyes from his now wide ones.

Ivar nodded and released you so you quickly ran back to the market and received the herbs. Hopefully this worked because even if it was not you he chose to bed you hoped it would make him happy. His happiness was your only concern right now.

Once you returned you passed the herbs to Ivar who looked at them with a raised brow. His brothers came over to the throne and gave there brother a sign to hurry up. You nodded at Ivar as you took the bag from him.

You took the meat leg in Ubbe hand with a cheeky smile before ripping off a piece of meet and coating it with green herbs. You picked up the coated meat and passed it to Ivar.

“It called Yin Yang Hou. It’s a Chinese herb.” You stated as Ivar threw in his mouth nervously. You waited for what felt like years but really it was only 20 minutes before Ivar’s eyes widened.

“It works.” Ivar laughed as he stood up.

“Yes we can see that.” Ubbe laughed as you all looked at his noticeable erection.

“Very clearly.” You giggled as you looked at his size through his pants.

Ivar hobbled over to you with a smile before he pulled you in for what felt like a hug from a lover. One hand was in your hair while the other was very low on your back. You actually felt his hardened member pressed against your stomach as he held you.

“Thank you.” He whispered in your ear before stepping back.

“So who shall I bring to your room?” Ubbe asked joyfully as he patted his brother back.

“No one.” Ivar answered and your eyes shot to his.

“But you are finally able to bed a woman.” Hvitserk laughed evenly as he frowned at Ivar.

“Y/N would you excuse us for a moment.” Ivar spoke, you gave him a nod before leaving the Greta hall and waiting outside. Ivar watched as you walked out before turning to his brothers with a smile.

“You’re going to bed her aren’t you?” Bjorn snorted with an approving nod.

“No I am going to make her my wife.” Ivar grinned and his brothers laughed and congratulated him.

******

Later that night there was a meeting called by Ivar, saying everyone must attend. You were already by Ivar’s side as everyone started pouring into the great hall with chatter. You could here people asking each other if they knew what was going on but no one seemed to know except Ivar and his brothers.

Ivar stood up and everyone stopped talking, listening to whatever he was about to say. You bowed you head in respect before lifting it to watch him address his people.

“I have brought you all here to inform you I have found a woman that I wish to make queen.” You stomach dropped as the words left his mouth. Your heart squeezed painfully as you looked down to hide your tears.

“Her name is Y/N and she is a healer.” Your eyes shot up to him who was staring down at you. The tears that had escaped seemed to shock him and he approached you carefully.

“What is wrong my love?” He asked gently and you wiped your eyes with a smile.

“I thought you were going to marry some random beautiful Princess or something.” You sniffled with a pout and he just laughed before cupping your cheek and leaning down.

When his lips touched yours it was like a million sparks exploding behind your eyes. It felt like the most amazing thing you’d ever felt. It was your first kiss and you wished it would never end. He pulled away to look at his people who were smiling.

“Meet your future Queen of Kattegat!” He cheered heartily before leading you to the queens throne. You blushed as he made you sit down.

If someone would if told you as a year ago that you would one day be a queen you would’ve laughed. Yet here you were with the most beautiful man you’d ever seen holding your hand as he tells you he wishes to marry you.

“I am shocked you wish to marry me my King.” You whispered to him as he laced your finger together.

“Why? You are beautiful, kind and know how to handle my legs among other things.” He smirked as he brought your hand to his lips with a lustful gaze. You flushed under his gaze but gave him a smile to show him you were happy.

“I wish to make a sacrifice to Thor as a thank you to him for leading me to you.” You chuckled happily and he nodded his head in agreement.

“And maybe to Freya so she might bless us with a child.” He added making you giggle returned his nod.

You could not believe everything that had happened and how quickly you fell in love with this man beside you but no matter what you knew your life together would be adventurous and for that you could not wait.

[sciderman]

i just rewatched the second tom holland spiderman movie which i havent watched since it came out and oh my god?? i forgot about everything including how bad some of it was and i just. hate how his life completely falls apart at the end like. unhandleable

i think some very sucky motif of the mcu specifically is how much of it is devoted to undoing things???

we do this big game changer where the world finds out peter is spider-man, and instead of committing to it and exploring what that means really or peter even Attempting to live in a world where that's his reality, we're madly scrambling for the undo button.

iron man blows up his suits in im3 as like, a culmination point of his arc, or whatever, and what does age of ultron do but double down and have tony making a homocidal suit. he learnt nothing (not a thing). endgame, the ultimate "let's undo it" movie. ant-man, his whole thing being how he wants to be present in his daughters life, perpetually yanked from his daughter's life. thor, his whole thing about learning about being a leader and worthy ruler being reduced to... a Gamer Boy. peter quill's whole thing about him having to learn maturity because he's like, a perpetu-child, but them not ever letting him grow past that, and gamora (his one motivation for growth) being memory wiped... robbing gamora of HER growth too and hitting the undo button on her and. steve going through the whole "the guy who came out of the ice isn't the same guy who went in" yadda yadda ending up going backsies on that, and opting to live in the past... it's all. all so bad. all of it. literally every moment of potential character growth or any narrative beat whatsoever that changes the status quo is undone. the mcu effectively is about preserving the status quo so that nothing is ever allowed to change or evolve. therefore i restate my claim that the mcu is about ineffective politicians. and in this essay i w

[questionableratatouille00]

ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky hated Stark parties. He knew that. But how much is he able to take before he breaks?

Note: This is my submission for day three (sensory deprivation/overstimulation/isolation ) of @ailesswhumptober!

Warnings: Alcohol, drinking, cursing, descriptions of symptoms of being overstimulated.

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Bucky felt his breath get shorter as the loud music blasted through the Compound’s party area. He was technically an Avenger, which meant he was required to go to these stupid things.

God, he hated them. He hated the way the smell of alcohol flooded his nose and the way the loud music made his head hurt and the way the obnoxious lighting made his eyes sting and the way—

He took a deep breath. The collar of his suit felt too tight around his neck. He felt like he was suffocating, and like all eyes were on him, waiting for him to snap. He shifted his legs, trying to find a more comfortable way to stand. Then he shifted them again. Unable to find comfort in any way he stood, he found his irritation growing.

He desperately wanted to shut his eyes and go hide in the elevator, but he knew how strange he’d look, and his feet were planted in the floor anyway. He felt himself inhale a little every time a drunk person stumbled nearby. Stark’s parties were known to have…handsy people in attendance.

Bucky scowled as the overhead lights flashed again and again and again, only increasing his stress and headache. He eyed the room, unconsciously checking for threats. When he caught himself doing so, he bit his bottom lip, ashamed. He knew he was safe and that he was in the Avengers Compound. So why didn’t his brain?

He felt an overwhelming amount of shame as he realized how tight his metal fist was clenched. He surveyed the room yet again, this time in search of you. Where were you?

He looked for you for what felt like years, even though it only could’ve been seconds. His legs felt hollow, like straws. He wondered if he looked out to other people, which only added to his stress. Did he look fidgety? Or maybe too stiff? Was he swaying or rocking, or did he look frozen?

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You laughed as you took another sip of your drink, listening to Sharon’s story. Natasha laughed with you, also sipping on her own drink.

“Speaking of boyfriends,” you smile, “I have to go find Bucky.”

“Where is he, anyway? I haven’t seen him all night.” Natasha realized.

“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. I’ll see you guys later, alright?” You shouted over the loud music, setting your drink down on the party-area-kitchen counter as you walked into the main area.

You looked around the crowd. People danced in clusters, and you quickly found Thor in the crowd, his large build and height setting him apart. His booming laugh was louder than the music, and you were about to walk over to him before you noticed the group of women he was talking to. Better leave him be, then, you thought as you grinned.

You spotted Steve, talking to Sam off on a balcony area. You began to walk towards them before you spotted your metal-armed boyfriend off in a corner. You studied his stance, his expression. He shifted uncomfortably every few seconds, like something was irritating him. He looked stressed, his face contorted in a pained expression, though it was clear he was trying to hide it. He maintained a neutral demeanor for the most part, but whenever he looked to the ground you could see his true expression.

You began to cross the dance floor, stepping past dancing couples and groups.

“Bucky?” You called over the aggressive beat of the song currently playing.

His gaze flicked to you, his jaw set and her stare hard.

“You okay?” You questioned, tilting your head.

“I’m fine.” His voice was short, snappy.

You took a step back, raising your hands in surrender. “Okay. Okay.”

A look of regret crossed his features as he opened his mouth to speak. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound like that.”

“I know. What’s going on?” You invited the conversation, hoping that he could at least try and express what was bothering him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it. He did this a few times as his gaze shifted around the room, never staying on one thing for longer than half of a second. You noticed how tense he was, how rigid his stance was.

He rotated his neck a bunch, like he was trying to escape the collar of his suit.

“Hey, come with me.” You offered him a hand, and he took it gingerly.

You lead him to the hallway that connected with the rest of the Compound, the security robots not stopping you after they quickly took a facial scan. When you did this, you made sure to stay away from large clusters of people or the speakers and lights.

Stepping into the closest room you could find, which happened to be a conference room, you shut the door behind the two of you.

“Is that at least a bit better?” You kept your voice quiet. He nodded, running his right hand over his face. You grabbed an unopened water bottle off of the little counter in the corner of the room, handing it to him. “Drink some of that.”

He did as he sat down in one of the office chairs. You knew the serum dialed his senses to like, eleven, but you didn’t know how bad it could get.

You waited in silence for a little while, not wanting to make the situation worse.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a while.

“For what?” You asked genuinely.

“For snapping at you. And then making you leave the party. And then..this.” He gestured around vaguely.

“Buck, I don’t care about the stupid party. You matter much more to me than some rager.” You smiled. “I don’t really care for them that much, anyway. I could have cocktails with Nat and Sharon and whoever else whenever. I’d rather be here, making sure you’re alright.” You reassure.

He smiles softly, and his eyes tell you what he’s thinking: I love you.

“Wanna head up to our room? My feet are killing me.” You suggested.

He nodded. “Yeah. C’mon, I’ll carry you.”

“Nuh-uh.” You grinned.

“Uh-huh.” He got up from his seat, and you squealed as you tried to get away. The laughter emanated from the two of you echoed as you raced down the halls.

[thereweredragonsss]

Brother's Advice

Summary: You're living with the Avengers on the Compound, Loki is also there, as a long term visitor. As he realises, that he is in love with you, Thor gives him some brotherly advice

Words: 1.7k

Contains: fluff My Fanfics

~ English is not my native language ~

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He watched you. He watched you all the time. When you ate. When you played video games with Bucky and the Spider Boy. When you read your books (which to be honest, seemed very boring and unculturated. You should rather read Shakespeare than those silly love novels in Loki's opinion). It was kinda creepy, but he couldn't stop watching you. It was like an addiction.

And right know, he watched you swimming in the lake, next to the compound. They all sat outside, today was the first real summer day. Normally, Loki hated those sunny days. It was much too bright outside. But she was there. So he followed them, because he couldn't stand the fact, that something inside him hurt strangely when she was not there.

Peter Parker and Wanda had companied you and you three laughed over something, splashed water into each others faces. Loki stopped reading his book and raised his head. You laughed while Peter tried to lift you up on his shoulders. Wanda almost drowned of laughter. Your hair was wet and splashed into Peter's face as you jumped on his back. The boy laughed and catched you.

Jealousy speared Loki's heart for a split second. But he wiped that feeling away. Why was he even feeling like that? It was just Spider Boy. It was just you. A simple human. But a beautiful human.

Your red bikini was a harsh contrast to the sparkling blue water around you. And even from his place over here, under the big tree, Loki could see the joy on your face. Your blue eyes seemed to shone brighter than the sun.

He kinda wished he could join you guys. What a silly wish. He never swam in a lake. Why was he so stupid all of a sudden? But the truth was, he catched himself being more and more stupid the last couple weeks and months. Loki noticed these things. First, he didn't acknowledge you at all. But as time passed, and as he spend more time with you - forcefully through dinners and Avengers meetings - he realised that you weren't just a simple human. You weren't boring like every other human. You were fun and Loki catched himself a few times laughing at something you said.

You two weren't friends, hell no. But you shared some comfy conversations. And it was nice. Your company was nice. It didn't feel forced. He didn't feel like a failure with you. And he sometimes felt that when talking to Tony or Steve, because they always remembered him of his actions in New York. But you didn't. You kinda reminded him of his mother. Calm and with a ethereal beauty.

And Loki catched himself thinking more often of you. He wished those conversations with you would last longer. Or go deeper. The other day, you asked him about his religion, about the nine worlds. And even though you already knew a lot (Thor teached you, you were really close with Thor) you still asked him. And he loved those conversations with you. He loved the way your eyes widened, when he told you about the cruel and sometimes brutal behaviours of the gods (especially Odin). He loved the way your face lighted up when you told him about your home and your dreams for the future. And God's, he loved your smile. It was so warm and it seemed like the world lit up when you smiled. It was addicting.

And he couldn't help but notice your scent. It lingered in your hair and sometimes, when you moved, your long hair brushed his skin. And a warm shudder ran through his body. Your scent was in his nose when he would fall asleep. And even though he felt all those things for a plain human, Loki loved it.

A shadow fell over his book and he heard the squeaking of the chair as someone sat down next to Loki. It was his brother (who else!?). With a sigh, Thor leaned back in the chair. "What a beautiful day, right brother?" Loki rolled his eyes. "Why are you here?" Thor laughed at him from the side. "What? Can't I accompany my brother anymore, these days?" Loki gave him a look. "You never do that without a reason, so spit it out." Thor shifted back and forth in the chair to make himself more comfortable. "You know, to be honest... I feel a bit lonely. I miss Jane."

Jane Foster, Thor's girlfriend was in Europe for some work business, Loki didn't care much. But Thor always got so clingy, when Jane wasn't around. Loki put his face into his hands and sighed. "Oh gods! Spare me." "Hey!" Thor gently smacked him on his back. "Don't be that heartless fool, I know you aren't." Loki sighed again. They both fell into a short silence. Automatically, Loki's eyes wandered to the lake again. To you.

Thor followed his gaze. A grin appeared on his lips. "You like her. Y/N." He pointed out. Loki scoffed. "No I don't. She's a simple human." Thor laughed slightly. "But she's cute." Loki's head flew towards his brother. "I thought you were in love with Jane?", he hissed. It was more aggressive than he intended. What in the nine realms was wrong with him?

Thor chuckled. "I am. And I miss her." Thors smile faded. A strange feeling appeared inside Loki's chest. His brothers eyes wandered back to Loki. "You know, sometimes, I want you to feel the same I feel with Jane. It's wonderful." Loki made a grimace. "No thank you." "C'mon! I know you were in love before. You must miss that." Thor waved to the lake. "And she's right there."

"She's way too young. She would die within a few centuries! Compared with us, it is just a blink of an eye." "It that what's stopping you?" Thor whispered compassionate. "It didn't stop me, you know. Eighty years are short, but why not make it the best next eighty years you have?" Loki raised his head, brows furrowed. "That's so stupid!" Thor let out a laugh. "But if it makes me happy?" Loki shook his head in disbelief. But something inside him got hooked about this idea. Maybe Thor was right?

"You can't deny that you love her, Loki", his brother said softly. The younger brother closed his book with a sigh. He felt conflicted. He didn't love her. Right? No, that was too silly. "I don't love her.", he insisted.

Thor leaned his head against the upper part of the chair. "I know you do. I watched it long enough. You're watching her when she's around. You are distracted. You forget things. You smile when you think no one's watching, Loki!" Thor laughed and shook his head. "You never smile"

Loki bit his lip, staring at the book on his lap. "Why do you always push everything away that could make you happy, brother?", Thor said. Loki just pressed his lips together. The thunder god touched his shoulder. "Mother would've want you to be happy"

The pain was like a spear, spiking through his heart. He lift his gaze, so that his green eyes would meet Thor's. "Don't speak of her" "She would want you to be happy, even if it's just a human. She was happy for me and Jane! And she would be happy for you. With Y/N." Loki blinked the tears away, that formed in his eyes. "You don't know that."

Thor's grip around his shoulder got tighter. "Oh, I know. She loved us both equally. She would have want you to be happy Loki. And so do I." His brother smiled softly. "Talk to her." The god of mischief sighed. "What for? We aren't even friends. We barely talk." "That's not true, I saw you talking hours. Take your shot." Lokis eyes gazed back to you and the others. "She doesn't like me.", he said. "I've done too many bad things. And she would rather spend her time with Spider Boy, I guess." He nodded towards the lake, where you and Peter just came out of the water.

"Peter Parker has a girlfriend, Loki!", Thor laughed at him. "What?" "Yeah, some girl in his school. I don't know. So talk to her." Loki closed his eyes. This was too much of a risk. He just realised his feelings for her. What if she thought of him as a complete idiot? Or worse - the thread he was back in New York? But on the other hand, he kinda wanted to talk to her. Gods, he was never that shy!

Thor rubbed his eyes. "Y/N is quite close to Jane. Maybe she should give her a hint.", he babbled, tired of Loki's stubbornness. "Don't you dare!", his brother hissed and grabbed Thor's wrist. "If you do that I will kill you!"

Thor chuckled and freed his hand. "All right, all right." He sighed. "Her birthday is next week. She's having a party." "I know", Loki nodded. "I'm not invited." Thor's brows furrowed. His eyes scanned his brother. "Not? You sure?" "Yes I'm sure!" Loki rolled his eyes. Thor bit his lip for a second and thought. Loki could hear his brain rattling. Then, his brothers face lit up.

"I could ask her to bring you along. You could to magic fireworks or something." Scepsis appeared on Loki's face. But Thor was spurred on. "Yeah! You could do magic tricks and lights. Maybe that will impress her!" Loki furrowed. "You think?" He sat a bit straighter in his chair. Thor nodded enthusiastic. "I bet! She already likes you and that will enhance it. Loki, that's your chance!"

"Yes maybe- Wait wait wait.", the younger brother began. "She already likes me?" He nervously fiddled with he pages of his book. Thor grinned. "Yeah she does. I told you, I watched you guys."

A warm feeling flushed Loki's body and Thor told him what he noticed. Short glances in his direction, Y/N asking about him when he was not there. Her sudden interest in magic and the nine realms. "It's so obvious Loki. Please you have to talk to her." The god of mischief brooded for a bit. "The party could be a chance..."

"Yeah!", Thor nodded with a wide smile. Loki's thoughts were pacing around his head. She really liked him! If he could go to this party, then maybe... Maybe Thor was right. He looked at his brother. "And you will make sure, I can join this party?" Thor raised his pinky finger. "I promise!"

Loki hesitated for a second. Then he placed his own pinky finger around Thor's. Just like they did back then when they were children. His eyes met his brothers and a smile appeared on Loki's lips. "Thank you brother"

[neochan]

MISCHIEF (M)

PARING | loki!jeno x reader ft. thor!haechan

SYNOPSIS | the god of mischief wants you

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | kidnapping, implied sexual references, slight cnc / dubcon

A.N | okay i've been super into marvel lately, so here is a little drabble inspired by that. please pay attention to the pairings! btw this will be continued in full over on my marvel blog, though it will be with actual loki and thor

“i didn’t expect to be seeing you on your knees so soon darling.”

the god slouches leisurely against his high-back throne. dark green and golden metal that went beyond that of earth complemented his fair complexion, the jagged spikes at the top reminiscent of the hungry gleam in his eye. one of his legs is dragged towards his chest, a toned arm slung across the knee. it was uncommon to see a god in such a state. unbothered, unproper, inappropriate for someone of his status.

you suppose he could do what he wished. that much was evident in the situation at hand, literally. fingers uncomfortably dig into the skin of your upper arms, half pulling, half dragging, you along the cool marble floor until you were situated on your scraped knees before the god. the binding holding your wrists together behind your back pinches the skin, but you don’t cry out. in fact, you give them nothing.

his guards don’t let go until he flicks a hand in their direction, dismissing them from their duty. he looks unbothered when he does it, as if you hadn’t been the very thing he scoured the multiverse for. years on end, tracking, searching, yearning for you. the very thing needed to satiate that hunger in his eyes; the reprieve for an insatiable creature. it was only by your incompetence that he captured you. falling for his mind tricks – something so simple yet so incredibly careless. you’d beat yourself up every single second you spent in the tiny cell you were in – tucked away in the corner of his ship where no one could hear you yelling obscenities at yourself, the guards, the god.

without thinking, you spit in his direction. you hated him. despised him. the guards go to grab you again but jeno simply waves them off, “no need gentlemen. seem’s like our visitor here needs to learn manners. please occupy yourselves with something else so i can teach her.”

the two men bow low to the ground before retreating to tend to other matters on the ship. not like there was much to do, you were drifting through deep space. some place no one would find you. not even haechan.

“haechan will come looking for me.” you seethe, gritting your teeth when jeno hops up off the stool and tauntingly saunters towards you.

his footsteps echo through the room. the noise makes your stomach churn, and you fear him for a second. he was a god. someone so powerful he could rip your existence from time and space. he should be feared. you knew he could sense it too, a smug smirk lifting the corner of his upper lip.

“my brother isn’t even aware of your disappearance.” the annoyance on his tongue at their familial tie is evident.

that couldn’t be. he knew you were gone. he was probably assembling the avengers as you spoke, he was probably already on his way, maybe even close-

“oh my darling y/n, he’s not on his way. and he’s definitely not close.”

mind reading. you sneer, “fuck off.”

“what filthy words for a pretty girl like you. do i need to wash your mouth out with soap like a child?” his eyebrows raise, features mimicking faux concern.

spit works itself up in your mouth, but right before you’re about to project it in his direction, his hand reaches out and squeezes your jaw, “you are a child. didn’t your mommy and daddy teach you not to spit on people. gods, i expected more from you.” his calloused fingers squeeze harder, “swallow.”

you have no choice but to comply.

“now, why don’t i teach you how to properly use that mouth of yours, hm?”

the heat that was threatening to pool between your legs betrays your brain, which was screaming at you to say no. to break free of the binds and get the fuck out of there.

“darling, i can feel it. you want – need it as much as i do.” he lets go of your jaw and takes a step back, “it’s distracting…overwhelming.” his eyes close and he breathes deep, “your body… it’s tense. waiting for...”he smirks, and you feel the familiar probe of his mind searching your own, “my fingers?” his eyes snap open, “gods, you have a thing for my hands? oh darling it’s too late to deny it now.”

you hated how intrusive he was. how he could take any of the thoughts from your brain and devour them. a personal diary for the picking.

“stop reading my mind! i d-don’t have a thing for your hands. LET ME GO!” your scream rings out through the foyer. this was humiliating. defeating. you just wanted to go home.

“my sweet, i can make this your home. your empire.” he kneels down in front of you, a hand reaching out to caress the same jaw he had nearly crushed earlier, “i didn’t almost crush your jaw. i was stopping you from ruining my suit.”

doe eyes peak up at him with anger, “get your hands off of me.”

“would you rather them be here?” light as a feather, his fingers trail down the side of your throat, favoring the front of the tattered shirt you were in. they slip underneath the hem and slide over the expanse of your stomach.

the gasp that leaves your lips is a betrayal of your own mind.

“i know you want this darling. give in to me.” the god of mischief, chaos, and trickery stares at you through his heavy lashes. you knew he could manipulate someone’s mind, make them bend to his will with one look, but as you nod your head slowly, the words refusing to come out, you realize that there was no manipulation.

he was right all along.

[maxislvt]

Gonna request for Alpha!Emo!Wanda w Omega!reader bc I found it so cute the anons request-💕💕💕💕💕

After reader's second heat (that both of them spent together as a mated pair), after that, Wanda starts to act very possessive over reader she starts to growl and snarl at every alpha at the compound and is willing to fight anyone that gets a little too close, scent marks reader and this really sets reader off guard because wands never acted like this and whenever they're cuddling Wanda sets her head in reader's belly, this goes for a while until r starts being sick every morning and her scent changes to something more sweet and milky Wanda's absolutely smooths reader with cuddle,praises and kisses only to reader realize that she may carrying wands pup's

The ending u decide bc I'm out of creativity 😭😭🤚

warnings: omegaverse, pregnancy, possessive behavior

Your girlfriend has always been a more relaxed alpha. Of course, Wanda hated a family and at least two pups of her own, but she wasn't going to push. That time would come when it wanted to. Just being with you was enough. Wanda knew you were loyal and never worried about you leaving her. She has claimed you and you had claimed her, that was all she needed. So you were very confused when Wanda had suddenly become overprotective.

The team, you included, had brushed it off at first. Wanda had just gotten out of her rut and all alphas had behavior problems after that. Then it started to interfere with work. Wanda always had to be near you. If you sat too far from her in meetings, she'd pull your chair closer. You'd have a maximum of thirty minutes before Wanda would come stomping into your office and demanding you return to her room. The worst of it was her habit of picking fights with nearly every alpha that worked in the compound. There were a number of reasons for an alpha to become so snappy, so all you could do was watch.

It was a lot easier than you thought since Wanda resorted to simply following you around like a lost puppy.

Though it was your night to cook for everyone, Wanda had completely taken over. All you could do was prep the table and occasionally hand off some ingredients. "Damn it, who keeps putting the bread so high up?" You stood on the tips of your toes but nothing couldn't reach it.

"Let me get that for you. Some of us just toss stuff up here without much thinking." Thor reached the top of the fridge and handed you the bread. "It's a real shame. You do the most cooking out of anyone here." He firmly patted your shoulder only to immediately put his hands up in defense."Wow, you may wanna check your mate over there."

Your brows furrowed as you turned around to see Wanda giving Thor the meanest stare she could muster. A sigh fell from your lips. "Thank you, Thor. I'll talk to her." You walked over to Wanda and wrapped your arms around her waist. "What's the matter? You've been so cranky lately." Releasing your scent relaxed her a bit, but she was still very tense.

Wanda grumbled but didn't take her eyes off the pan. Truth was, she didn't know what was wrong. One moment, she was fine. Then suddenly, she'd be angry at the mere thought of other people seeing you. Her growling and snarling at other teammates was entirely subconscious. "I…honestly don't know. I thought it was just because of our cycle but that's clearly not an excuse anymore." Everyday she'd wake up and her brain was plagued with terrifying and baseless hypotheticals. Was it safe for you to go on a mission? Could the others be trusted when sparring with you? Why were you anywhere else but your nest?

It wasn't the answer you were hoping for. "That's okay, I'm always here for you. We'll figure it out together." You kissed the back of her neck and pulled her close. "Now can you move from the stove? Everyone likes their burgers differently."

Wanda huffed but stepped away so you could take over. "Fine, just let me do the dishes or something. I don't want you on your feet too long."

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Unfortunately, Wanda's possessive behavior only got worse and no one could figure out why. To make matters worse, you were plagued with all sorts of weird symptoms. The smell of anything would make you sick, your back hurt all the time, and you'd wake nauseous.

"I don't know, Bruce. Wanda's already freaking out. If she finds out I'm sick, she'll flip out." You spent the better part of your morning hooked up to monitors and taking tests. "If there is something wrong with me, just keep it between us." Your nervous scent had filled the room, but it was off. Your scent used to be dewy and floral. Fresh cinnamon and wet roses had suddenly become milk and strawberries. "Has Pepper been around here lately? I didn't think scents lingered this long."

Bruce frowned as he looked over the screens in front of her. "No, it didn't smell like this until you came in.." No matter how many tests he ran, nothing seemed abnormal. No spikes in blood pressure or viruses. Everything was normal. For a moment he was just stumped. Then it dawned on him. "Have you and Wanda…fiddled recently?" A sigh of relief fell from his mouth when you nodded. "That's what it is. You're pregnant!"

Everything stopped for a moment. The fears in your head kept turning. After being subject to so much chemical testing, you had given up on your fertility. But everything made sense. The idea warmed your heart, but you were nervous. "I- we have to go buy a test! Now, come on."

Bruce never expected to be forced into a disguise and dragged to a corner store to buy a pregnancy for one of his beloved teammates, but there was a first time for everything. After the tensest train ride and an awkward 30 minute stand outside of a bodega bathroom, Bruce's theory was confirmed. You were pregnant. "Well, what do you wanna do? Are you gonna tell her?"

You quickly dropped the test inside the plastic ziplock bag and shoved it in your hoodie pocket. "Yes, but I wanna surprise her." Despite your answer, you were so excited. The entire way back to the tower you thought over everything. Names, where you would move, and what their nursery would look like. You'd been so lost in thought, you didn't even notice you had returned home.

"Oh, baby there you are! Where have you been?"

"I'm pregnant," You said without hesitation as you pulled out the test.

"Surprise," Bruce said flatly as he raised his hands.

Wanda nearly exploded. "Oh my god, no way!" She dropped what she was doing and immediately ran to hug you. "I'm gonna be a mom and Pietro's gonna be an uncle!" It was the most childlike excitement anyone had seen Wanda express. She practically threw you up in the air with how face she picked you up. "Oh, we have to go remake your nest and- and buy a crib and- do everything!"

You sprinkled kisses all over Wanda's face. "Hey, hey relax. We got nine months to do all that stuff. Just relax."

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Small fun fact about me:

My mom is neurodivergent too! And not only that, but

Me and my mom share a special interest.

[A short post about me, my mom, hyperfixations, and how acceptance can help you grow]

For the last ten years, both me and my mother have had a hyperfixation on Marvel movies and Superhero movies in general.

And if anything, she's more fixated than I am.

This started at the same time, despite my mother never picking up a comic in her life. It happened when we first saw the Avengers in theatres in 2012.

Since then me and my mother have seen every Marvel movie on the day of release, or even a day before release.

When I was in high school, I remember her specifically pulling me out of school early to take me to the marathon premiere of Thor 2 and The Winter Soldier.

She's seen every Marvel media to date outside of the Netflix series. She's already finished Secret Invasion.

In recent years, we've gotten Unlimited movie memberships, and because we live in NY we can often see movies the Thursday before the Friday release, so we go to the movies almost twice a month, and we see movies repeatedly.

I saw ATSV three times in theatres while she saw it twice, and saw GOTG a second or third time. We recently saw Blue Beetle the day or two after release. She keeps me CONSISTENT.

The reason why I theorize about Marvel media and Spider-man media is largely because of her.

For years she was the one I theorized with. I've spoken to her about whether or not Peter set Miles up (she isn't convinced), or argue with her about whether or not Khonsu from Moon Knight is cool (he is).

She watches more Marvel fan content than me and inhales all the essays, reacts, and Easter egg videos on YouTube.

She's the same with recent Star Wars, she's seen Andor and Boba Fett and the Mandalorian, and currently working her way through Asoka.

And she knew about my past fixation on Loki in specific. She even knows about Hobie and Diane.

I told her I want to go to NY ComicCon as my spidersona and she was like "... You'd have to work on your roller skating" and I was SHOOK she remembered that about Diane because she's right.

But yeah, we've always been REALLY REALLY close over marvel stuff, and it's amazing having a parent who has the same fixation as you. It's like a natural thing, and I can speak openly about my theories or interests and she'll be like 'Oh yeah I noticed that incredibly niche moment where Hobie did that one specific thing, what of it'

I'm never treated weird for my fixation. Cause hers is stronger. I told her I didn't want to see GOTG again and she was like HUH and I was so heartbroken that I went and saw it anyway 😭😭

Some of my favorite moments with my mom are in movies theatres. And because we share this niche interest and neurodivergency, we're able to have these in-depth conversations about these characters we've formed bonds to together.

When Loki the show came out we'd been waiting literal years for it - like literally since 2013 talking about it. And I had a lot of mixed feelings about it.

But I could talk about those feelings and thoughts and characterizations with someone I know wouldn't ostracize me, knows the material as well as I do - if not more, and cares about these characters.

Because of that, my theorizing skills were able to grow all throughout my teenage years.

Because my hyperfixation was nurtured instead of demonized.

And I just think that's SO COOL.

Just wanted to share. Here's a photo of Miguel because I hate consistency [this is a hobie household]

Bye.

[mischiefmaker615]

Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch.1

Summary: Somehow Loki is back from the dead and.. quite literally, stuck with you! and his methods on trying to 'fix this' seems a bit to exotic for your taste.. but dead or alive, a god of mischief is still a god of mischief.

Rating: R

Note: bare with my into *sweats* next chapter gets into it ;)

From Row Seats: @soulpiercing @catsladen @foxherder @lcolumbia1988 @llokii @eleniblue @liminalpebble @stumblingthruspace @lokisgoodgirl @joyfullymassivewhispers @asgards-princess-of-mischief @crimson25

It’s been years since the prince of Asgard has been dead; why they chose to keep his attire on display? I’d never know. Midgard hated him, the Avengers stopped him, Thor was kind enough to grant him mercy by taking him home alive and what did it cost? His life. Heroic? Perhaps, I heard he tried perfecting Thor before Thanos decided to expire him.. Asgard is gone too. We live amongst Midgard now, but as our own people, the Asgardians but I find myself preferring to be amongst the mortals anyway, they are much more fascinating, a change of pace compared to my own Asgardian kind.

I’m sure the Avenger’s think so too; after finding out that I inherited wings- which is most likely why the Asgardians treated me like an outcast anyway- took me in and I now assist them with whatever mission they see fit at throwing at me. Luckily no drastic battles have emerged since the defeat of Thanos so adjusting to life again was everyone’s focus rather than being scared at something like that happening again. Other than the team, I didn’t lose anybody in the blip. I just returned back to New Asgard alone and back to the city for work every day. Steve is a pretty close friend, but if we weren’t hanging out at the tower now and again, nobody really stuck around anymore like the old days to chill.

The Fallen is what caught my attention one day in the city of New York, a museum in which those who had any help in defeating Thanos was honored there that had perished; that’s where I saw the bastard’s costume behind glass. If he hadn’t, Midgard couldn’t give two shits about him and many don’t even stop to look at his display, which was pretty much just his Asgardian attire he always famously wore back at the palace. Where you’d start putting it on and off, would remain a mystery to me- but his magic usually always got his work done for him ninety percent of the time anyway.

The finger smudge on the glass caught my eye and I resisted the urge to wipe it off myself, let alone catching myself on why I cared in the first place. He and I never spoke, nor did we interact at the palace at all. I was the one polishing the weaponry where he was going off to battles and attending long meetings and.. whatever royals did.

‘’excuse me- if you don’t mind, I’ll clean that right up.’’

A woman’s voice brought me out of my thoughts and I glanced at the custodian waiting with a towel and a spray bottle- face tired yet confident. I merely nodded and stepped aside, over my little timeline story anyway so i made my way over to the stairs.

An ache in my back made me move my shoulders a bit to try to rid of the feeling; my wings never really liking to stay cooped up and hidden under my denim jacket I promised to upgrade but never did. Larger clothes were easier to hide them and more comfortable rather than folding them tighter to accommodate my stubborn style- plus, the bigger the jacket the more people would stop me as if I stole something and I don’t like to get bothered in every place I’m in.

Once upstairs, the place gave a good background on the walls of the blip’s history, which was 40 percent true and each Avenger got his or her own section of backstory, powers, and their part on stopping Thanos. Honestly this whole place was annoying and the only actual Avenger that stopped by here was either me- if I even considered myself an Avenger, and Steve. He tended to reminisce the section on Stark’s sacrifice.

Thor’s second was in the middle of the room and if you turned your back to it, you were facing the front of the building which would allow you to go to the railing of the balcony to have a view downstairs in which you just came. Ironically when I peak over the railing and to the bottom floor, if one would fall they would smash right into Loki’s glass costume display. Why they didn’t include him up here with his brother.. perhaps it was to keep Villains and Heroes on separate floors.. Loki I wouldn’t consider a villain, he was just.. misguided.

A loud boom is what silenced both floors, followed by another one but ever louder this time. My body tensed and my hands tightened on the railing as I looked around, people pausing in confusion and growing panic. It wasn’t until an explosion happened at the front of the building- sending rubble everywhere at the crowd is when people started scattering. A handful of men flooded the building where men in black suits pointed their guns with a very familiar symbol on their uniform.

Hydra.

I sprung into action- wings practically ripping through the jacket as I leaped over the railing and they spread out to catch me into flight. The men pointed their weapons but with a few dodges and maneuvering in the air, I got close enough for my Asgardian strength to punch one backward where he rammed into others before I landed on the ground. From behind them through the open hole in the wall I see Cap and Clint running over to help where I continued to fight.

We didn’t know why they were there or who they were trying to hurt- there wasn’t much to steal, its all useless to mortal men because the building didn’t display the weapons with the attire, but they were after something. With Hydra, I knew it couldn’t be something good.  

Natasha helped me tune up my hand-to-hand combat back in the day so I was pretty good at dodging their bullets and punches just so I could deliver my own as more seemed to appaear to join the fight.

‘’lucky to have you here Y/N- the others are on their way too’’ Steve called as he flung a guy right out the open hole in the wall while Clint headed upstairs to cover the birds eye view.

‘’well we never really get days off anyway so I have no room to complain’’ I tease and gave a hard flap, causing a gust of wind to knock two men back so they slid across the floor. ‘’what do they want?’’

‘’don’t know, but we gotta leave one standing for questioning’’ he reminded as I took to the sky again and stood on the railing itself with perfect balance while I scanned the top floor.

‘’take your pick then, Barton- where are you?’’ I called just as he dashed towards the elevator.

‘’this place has a third floor, you take this one-‘’

‘’watch out!’’ I shout as the elevator door opens in front of him just for a hydra agent to fire his gun. Luckily for Barton, he dodged out of the way but a sharp pain shot through my shoulder, causing me to cry out. The blast of the weapon pushed my body back as Clint grabbed the man to prevent him from firing again. Whatever he yelled went on ringing ears as I fell back from the railing and over the edge.

Its like the movies in those moments, where your body goes through a lot of pain where you almost don’t feel it.. or anything, let alone hear while things move in slow motion. Yet as I fell off the balcony, everything came into full feeling as I landed on Loki’s display, the glass breaking and the outfit falling down as I crash through before landing on the ground. That stupid costume was made with a high percentage of Asgardian armor so there was no breaking my fall as glass cut a good part of my right wing, same side as where I got my shoulder shot and of course I had to land on that side as well.

Rolling onto my back, I wince as I look up to see Barton’s panic face look down from above before he disappeared, his shoes pounding on the ground as he ran before Steve showed up at my side, kneeling as he raised his gun to cover me while my vision danced. Honestly the last thing I remember seeing was a bit of my blood smeared on Loki’s outfit that had fallen beside me and my body tensed.

Just before I blacked out, my blood flashed green for a moment before getting absorbed into the armor.

NEXT CHAPTER

(Continuing Chapter's *when published* can be found on my masterlist ♥)

[mad-maximoff]

𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈

Dark AOU WandaXReader (Quick Fic)

Summary: Wanda is adjusting to living in a new country. In a new home, Tony decides to throw a massive party to celebrate defeating Ultron. Wanda becomes quite attached to you. Once she sees Natasha flirt with you, she wants you to know who you belong to.

Warnings: Dub/con, Language, Possessiveness, BDSM (bondage/degrading/Wanda dom/R sub), magical cüm-filled strap use, drinking, drunk sex, jealousy

Word Count: 4,907

The party was in full swing. Everyone was celebrating the defeat of Ultron a couple of days later. Everyone mourned the deaths, especially Wanda. She was at the stage of anger in grief. She snapped at every second something upset her. Who couldn't blame her? Her twin brother, the only family she had was killed. You couldn't imagine what she was feeling. She never opened up to you. You were her handler. You made sure she made her way around upstate New York. Her English wasn't too confident but she made due. You were young, and wanted the job Tony gave you. You worked for Stark Industries for two months before Ultron was created. You were assigned to help with Tony's image. Tony is tech-savvy yes, but your 21-year-old mind was built for social media. You made sure the Avengers (especially Tony) had a good social standing on all social media platforms. Plus you kept the entire world in the loop in their lives. You couldn't release top secret information on the internet but you shared funny clips or photos of all of them. Just to show the world that the Avengers are normal people. You lived in the new compound, it felt like you never left. So Tony decided to allow you to stay in one of the numerous extra rooms he had. 

You were in your bedroom finishing off your makeup and hair. You'd hate to admit it, but you've become more vain living here in the compound. You were surrounded by perfect bodily heroes. They woke up and didn't have to do much to look good. You always had to stay on your a-game. You adjusted the straps on your new Versace platformed heels feeling 6 feet tall. You weren't too comfortable in heels so you had no idea why in the hell you let Natasha persuade you into buying them. However, she was right. They matched your black lace bodycon dress you are wearing tonight, and you tried to pair your outfit with the right fragrance. Burberry? Dior? No. Yes, Valentino Donna. It smelt amazing; just a few sprays made your confidence skyrocket.  

Once you stepped out of your room you noticed the difference when Tony told you the bedrooms are noise cancelled. The music was blaring, it was deafening. You got closer to the huge living room crowded with dozens of people. Tony was near the DJ taking song requests, Steve was chatting with Sam, Thor and Banner were conversing with other geeky guys and Natasha and Clint were behind the bar serving drinks. From where you were standing, you couldn't see Wanda. She's probably hiding in a corner of the room only observing. You made your way down the staircase to the main dance floor cutting threw dancers. Countless men stopped mid-dance, or sentence just to stare at you. You weren't interested in chitchat, nor were you interested in men for that matter. Even when Stark and Pepper tried to set you up with hundreds of men they thought you'd like. You never had the heart to come out and tell them. Not quite yet. 

You made it to the bar waiting patiently for either Nat or Clint to see you. You could tell what their game plan was. Clint handled the beer and other already-made drinks, as Nat was the real bartender. You admired their friendship. You wished you had something like that.

"Hey there pretty lady, unfortunately, I need to see some ID." Natasha leaned over the counter making eye contact with you. You laughed abruptly looking around the room making sure no one else heard her. 

"Oh my god! Stop it! Haha! You know damn well how old I am." Natasha chuckled to herself shaking a shaker full of liquor. 

"I don't know, pretty thing like you. Under all that makeup, you could easily be a minor." She unscrewed the cap and poured a red liquid into two martini glasses, handing it to two blondes to the right of her. 

"Jesus Romanoff, are you trying to flirt with me?" You grinned fidgeting with your dangly diamond earring and playing with your earlobe softly. 

"On the contrary Miss Y/n. All I'm trying to be is a good bartender. So, what'll be?" Her arm reached pointing behind her back to the countless decisions of booze to choose from. 

"Make me a screwdriver. Extra vodka." She adjusted your posture looking out onto the dancefloor, but still no sign of Wanda. "Where's Maximoff? She's not cooped up in her room again is she?" You turned your back to the bar leaning against it. 

"Oh, you're really getting drunk tonight huh? You're off the clock Y/n, you don't have to worry about her." Natasha lifted the bottle pouring more vodka than orange juice into a short glass. "You should be enjoying yourself. Instead of searching for her, search for someone to hook up with." She winked handing you the glass. 

"Ha! Me? Hook up with some random woman? I could never." Your lips pursed connecting to the rim of the glass, the ice hit your lips first allowing the orange liquid enters your mouth. You shouldn't have asked for extra vodka. You remembered Natasha always was heavy-handed with the liquor. Your drink was basically all vodka and a splash of orange juice. 

"Yes beautiful, you can get any special lady you want. Looking the way you are." Her hand reached over touching your exposed bicep. Her thumbs caressed your skin. You blushed to feel the heaten quicken. "You're a damn flirt, Nat." You flicked your wrist towards her. 

You left the bar area stepping down the steps to the dance floor. You're entire body burnt. You haven't finished your drink yet but the burning sensation came quickly. 

"Haha fuck this drink is hitting quick!" You talked to yourself under your breath. The burning felt like a lighter under your ass. It wasn't a drunk burning, it was like you were set ablaze. You made your way to stand beside Steve. 

"Hello fellas, found any luck with the ladies yet?" The burning was starting to startle you when it was becoming hotter. You tried to push through it thinking maybe being smushed against so many people in one room with loud music was making you feel this warm. 

"Nope." Both Steve and Sam replied clinking their beers together. "You might have more luck than us though." Steve fluffed his plaid shirt; fixing his leather up. You chugged the rest of your drink knowing if you didn't you'd leave it somewhere and forget it. "Hm? Why's that Rogers?" Your fingertips clung to the rim of the glass. Sam chuckled to himself folding his arms across his chest. 

"Cause Wanda is staring you down like a hawk." Steve pointed with his hand that held his beer. You turned your head around your shoulder finally seeing Wanda. 

Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, wearing a deep crimson sundress with outlines of white flowers as the print. Over her dress, she was wearing a faded black leather jacket, with matching leather armbands. Her head tilted directly looking at you. Her eyes were burning red, she seemed angry. Her platform boots scuffed across the floor making her way to you. 

"There you are! I've been looking for you! Where were you hiding?" You sat your empty drink on a table meeting Wanda's gaze. She didn't initially speak she sat an unknown bottle wrapped in a brown paper back and duct tape beside your glass. 

"I've been here this entire time detka. Fata prostuță. You wanna drink? I brought a special treat back from Sokovia." Wanda's ringed fingers circled the rim of the cap of the bottle. She undid the tape pulling the bottle out of the brown bag. The bottle wasn't in English, all written in Sokoivan. 

"Oh yeah? Eu sunt fata prostuță? What is it even? Is it vodka or gin?" You grasped the bottle from her hands trying to make out what it was. Your Sokoivan was good but this bottle was hard to read. It was like the print was printed on accidentally twice. Red and Black. All you can read was the name of it printed big in the middle of the label "SOKOVI". Both Steve and Sam joined, telling Thor to come over. 

"It's just liquor. The only way for anyone to buy this is to be a Sokoivan citizen. You can only buy one bottle a year. This stuff is so strong they photocopy your ID. 

"Holy shit kid, this stuff is 100% proof. I think you can fill a Toyota Corolla with this. You sure this is legal?" Sam peered over your shoulder. Thor cackled hitting his hand this his chest. "No matter. This Midgardian drink is no match for my Asgardian liquor. This is no drink for normal mortals." He pulled out a metal flask raising it to the sky. 

"Well, then you wanna put your money where your mouth is Thor? We drink a shot of each and see who's left standing hm?" You were cocky you'd admit. So, originally you thought Thor would take your sarcastic remark and laugh it off. To your shock, he did the complete opposite. "Fine! A dual of drink it is! Natasha, bring the young girl and I shot glasses!" He threw his flask down next to you on the table pulling out the metal chairs. 

"I must warn you two. When I was 9, me and...Pietro... stole a bottle of beer from our neighbour's balcony. We sat on our step outside taking sips of it feeling grown. Our father caught us, he sat us down and made us take a teaspoon size amount each of SOKOVI as punishment. We both were sick for two weeks afterwards. I didn't even start drinking again until I was 22." Wanda laughed touching her hand to her chest. It was the first time you saw Wanda happy, genuinely in a long time. The last time you saw her this happy was when she met Clint's newborn, Nathaniel Pietro Barton. He was named after her brother. She wished he met him. She looked so cute holding the baby.

The crowd started to surround us after hearing Thor boast about him kicking your ass. You were not afraid. You knew you could hold down liquor. Though these both weren't ordinary drinks by no means. 

"Honey, you can always opt-out. If you're not comfortable saying no I can tell blondie for you." Natasha came with the shot glasses for both of you. Grazing your hand as she dropped off the glasses to the table. 

"Thank you, Romanoff. But I think Y/n can handle it. She's stronger than you think." Wanda gritted her teeth towards her, hovering behind you. Her brows furrowed flipping her ponytail to the other side. Her hands pressed down on your shoulders, your dress had spaghetti straps. Your body jolted feeling Wanda's small cold hands touching your exposed skin. Her rings on her finger dug into the tops of your shoulders. It was sharp but in a way, you enjoyed feeling her on you. 

"Oh don't get me wrong Wands, I know she's a tough girl. But she's going against a god with a drinking problem. I just don't want her to overdo it." Natasha could tell Wanda was mad at her piping up, she looked down at you in confusion. You gave her the same expression wondering what had gotten into Wanda. Until Nat gave a little cheeky smirk. You couldn't tell what it was for. 

"What? You don't think I can take of Y/n? Is that it?" Wanda's hands lowered off your shoulders down to your biceps. Stroking the outside of your arms with her thumbs. Her nails were naturally long with a coat of cracked black nail polish, and every circle she made with her thumb ran a sharp fondness of her nail. 

Natasha's smirk never left staring directly down at you. "Oh no, don't mind me. If you think you can take care of Miss Y/n. Then be my guest. She'll be the last drunk I have to deal with at the end of the night I guess. I'll leave you two alone." She snickered staring directly at Wanda, before leaving you two she looked at you once again giving a wink. Retreating to Clint who started taking bets on you and Thor. 

"You do that Romanoff." Her tone was cold. "Don't let her scare you detka. You're a big girl. You can take it." Her hand joined your jaw doing the same circular motion she was making on your arms. 

"Now. Open up." She held your jaw tightly, using her other hand to grab one of the shots. Both were clear so we all didn't know which is which. She let your lips softly touch the prim tipping the liquid into your mouth. It burnt worse than the burning feeling you felt moments ago. It tasted like gasoline but 10 times worse. Like flavoured gasoline. Peppermint? Maybe. You couldn't fully get the real taste of it thank god or else you would've puked. Either way, it tasted awful. Thor did the same shooting back either one, letting out a huge cheer.��

"That's the spirit, Wanda! Let the game of drink commence!" He swiped his other shot throwing that one back as quickly as he let go of the first one. You grasped onto the glass doing the same motion. You almost puked. The second one was way worse. Much, much worse. You'd rather drink the peppermint gasoline. It just tasted like straight bleach. The smell, the taste. You swear for a brief moment that's what they gave you. 

                                            

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An hour or two has passed. Maybe it was only 30 minutes. You couldn't tell, you couldn't even remember who you were. Steve was by your side helping you sit up straight. You were sweating bullets. You were a mess. Your dress straps hung off your shoulders, Wanda constantly had to fix them as you moved in your seat. You were too stubborn to give up. You and Thor were on the sixth set of shots. Thor was slurring, frailing his muscular arms around like a lunatic. 

"You okay frumos? You look like you should tap out huh?" Wanda caressed your temples lifting your head to look at her. Your reflexes were involuntary, your lips lifted on each corner. "Nah!! I'm fucking fine Wanda! I can do another couple of rounds." Your body slumped forward making your tits bounce against the table. Your head was too heavy for your neck letting your face smash into your chest. Steve and Wanda took either side of your body pushing your back onto the chair. Wanda wrapped her hand around the back of your throat holding you up. "Come now Y/n. You proved you're point. You showed me and that little flirt Widow you can hold your own. Let's bring you back to your room." Her cheek grazed yours as she whispered in your ear. 

"No Wanda! I'm not done yet! I take care of you! Not the other way around! Thor! Pour me another!" You slurred letting the words drool out of you. You bolted from your seat standing straight. The Sokoivan and Asgardian liquor hit you like a ton of bricks once all the blood flow is released into your legs. You almost fell flat on your ass. Steve had quick reflexes hositing you up by your wrist. 

"Woah there come on Y/n. Please sit back down." Steve gave your wrist a tiny tug trying to lead you back to the seat. You looked over at Wanda seeing her facial expression from a smirk to a hostile glare. Her head tilted again looking down through her eyebrows. Her eyes changed from green to deep red. "Y/n. Listen to us. Now." 

"What is your neck and ears broken? I told you no! Come, come Thor. Pour em!" You twitched breaking free from Steve's hand. Sam shook his head pouring two shots of each liquor for Thor and yourself. "This is it, guys. This is your cut-off. I don't care who wins. Let's hope you both survive tomorrow morning." He pushed two shot glasses in front of you and him. Sealing on the caps tightly. Tony was video recording the entire event. Clint and Natasha were sitting at the bar table watching the disaster from the distance. You threw the one shot into your mouth almost forgetting to swallow. 

"Y/n. Listen to me. Be a good girl and sit your ass down." Wanda's small fingers pointed sharply at the chair behind you. You knew you were too drunk to answer. You had other thoughts brewing. 

"Wanda? Give me my last shot! Then I'm done!" You whipped around facing her directly. Wanda raised an eyebrow grabbing hold of the last shot. "Really now? You promise me?" 

"Fuck yes! Let's do it!" Your head bowed staring at Wanda's boots. 

"Will you let me do it my way detka? Huh, baby?" Her finger lifted your head from your chest. 

"Yes..let's get it over with it." Your arms wrapped around Wanda's hips. She jolted bucking your hands away. "Drink now. Play later." Her arm pushed yours away. You gave a puzzled look at her remark, not fully knowing what she meant. She pressed her lips on the shot glass drinking it back. 

"Hey!!" You were too drunk to talk, every word slurred any emotion. She didn't swallow the liquor, her head leaned forward crashing both of your lips together. Her lips parted allowing the liquid to glide from her mouth to yours. Everyone cheered and hollered at the sight of us. Wanda was taller than you, but your heels made you two the same height. Her hand was behind your head showing her dominant nature you've never fully seen yet. She let you go catching her breath. You swallowed the liquor, plobbing back down on the chair. 

"I told you I'd do it my way Y/n. Now, you're done for the night." Wanda's arms flung around your neck placing her chin on your shoulder. "Let's bring you upstairs. I'll take care of you better..." 

"Alright, just give me a second. I forgot to give Nat a case file this afternoon." Your task made you sober up for a milli-second remembering you forgot to do something before Natasha's mission tomorrow. Wanda's arms tightened around your neck, her nails dug into your bare shoulders. "How about I go and grab it tomorrow morning? I don't want you to go near her right now." You stood up pushing her away. "Wanda I'm fine. I can grab it, I'm not that drunk." Your posture was slouched stumbling to the glass doors to the research office, where the printer was. 

There sat a fairly large green folder. Your hands were going numb. You had trouble trying to grasp the folder. You knew you shouldn't have had that last shot, it was beginning to fuck you up. You must have looked like a complete idiot trying to grab this folder. Someone was laughing behind you. "Y/n? If you forgot my folder you could've told me. Instead of looking like an idiot." Natasha chuckled clicking her heels closer to you.

"I'm sorry I forgot." You didn't realize your hands were not even close to the folder, you were trying to grab it a foot away. "Here мед, let me help." Nat's body was against your back, her hands rolled down your arms clutching your hands. Your hands finally touched the green folder. "Oh finally! Thank you, Natty!" You flipped around still having Natasha close to you. Her hands reached up to your cheeks. "You're welcome you little cutie." She grinned softly, looking directly into your eyes. Her head came close planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. She let go whisking the folders away. "Come on now, Ms. Maximoff is probably having an aneurysm your not near her 24/7." 

You giggled brushing her retort. "Oh shut up, Wanda's harmless. Besides, I've been assigned to her for so long, of course, she has an attachment to me." You followed behind Natasha; shutting off the lights behind you. 

"Come now Y/n. She almost tore my head off when I told you not to drink with the god of thunder. I don't want her to get in my head again." You both walked shoulder to shoulder looking out into the crowd. You couldn't see Wanda in the crowd. You didn't realize she was behind the both of you. She was watching you two through the windows. Her eyes pierced into your body. The burning sensation came back. It felt as though your soul was being stretched like an elastic, about to snap. You initially thought you were having a heart attack. You stopped in your tracks as Natasha continued walking until she realized you weren't following her. "Y/n? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Her heels pivoted clicking on the laminate. 

"She's fine Romanoff. Go back to the party I'll take care of her." Wanda's eyes glowed with her hands dancing a crimson light. Her wrist flicked and Nat trailed off forgetting about you. Wanda stepped behind you, feeling the padding of her bra graze your shoulder blades. 

"Ești o curvă murdară..Hm? You're a cheap slut aren't you?" You couldn't speak. Your throat dried up making your saliva feel like you were swallowing sand. It hurt to breathe. "N-no...I'm not a..." Your eyes became a disco ball, black darkness with white sparkles all over. You couldn't form a coherent sentence to protest. Wanda's hand dipped under your dress cupping your crotch forcefully. 

"No? Cause you feel soaked already. Face it detka. You're a stupid slut that doesn't know how to act." Her voice strung along as you faded out.

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You woke up cold. You were somewhat sober, your head still sprung around but you were conscious. You went to sit up until you felt your arms lock above your head. You looked seeing your arms locked in leather cuffs over your head on the headboard. So were your legs. You didn't realize you were naked until you saw your ankles cuffed, your legs spread wide open showing off your small center and the light fuzz trailing down your pubic bone. 

"Awe great, you're finally awake. Good. Now we get to have some." She sat in an armchair beside the bed. She was hunched over with her hands between her legs. Her makeup was ruined, her face was naturally rouged either from anger or from crying. Her black makeup was smudged all over her cheeks. 

"What? What the hell is going on Wanda? What are you doing to me?!?" You flexed your arms trying to unhook yourself. 

"Oh no, no. You don't want that Y/n. You bruise very easily. I think you should get yourself checked. Look at the number I've done, You could connect the dots." She laughed sitting up from the chair. Her hand grazed your thigh, you saw her work and it instantly made your stomach drop. It was a mixture of big purple and red bruises. Some had teeth marks near your opening. The inside of your legs across your panty line was coated in circular teeth marks breaking blood under the skin. My god, she was right. She did do a number on you. 

"When did you do this? I don't feel good Wand." Your stomach felt hollow, it wasn't a pleasant feeling. You felt like you were going to puke or pass out again. All of this at the same time was making you feel extremely weird. You liked Wanda, but she scared you in this moment. You had never seen this side of her. 

"Nu contează detka. You need to realize you're mine. You need to stop flirting with that little tart Widow. You work for me. So all of you is mine." She didn't have her leather jacket on, she leaped onto your stomach. Her thighs glided across your tender skin. She was soft but her skin felt sticky. 

"You're going to be a good slut for me? You better be you ungrateful drunk whore." She spat out pulling her dress over her head. She threw her dress on the floor exposing everything. Her full breasts were pierced with black jewelry. They became instantly erect as the air touched them. 

"Oh god-...Wanda please no..." Your head moved around left and right thinking maybe it was a terrible dream. 

"Oh no? No? You don't have a say in this matter. You deserve to get what I'm giving you. Slutty drunks need to be taught how to act in public." Her eyes glowed red again as her hand dangled between her legs. A red sparkled cock appeared attached to her mound. You twitched trying not to cry. Your entire body tensed up knowing what was going to happen. You didn't want this to happen like this. Hell, you didn't know you'd end up like this tonight. 

"You'll love me inside you once you calm down. Be a good fuck toy for Mommy hm? " Her hand dropped down running her fingers roughly through your folds, and finally found your clit. You thought you didn't want this? So why in the hell are you wet? 

“N-no please…not like this Wanda…I didn’t want it to be like this.” You begged thinking your cries may move your capture.

“Not like this huh? How would you want it? You don’t realize I went through your search history…” Wanda’s finger traced along your breast, her nail dug into your nipple. Your face was heated knowing what she was talking about. “I saw all your porn searches, you like to watch European girls dominating and tying up other girls huh? So you’d like this then?” Her hand flicked with a red mist wrapping around your wrists and legs. The grip felt like cement around your skin. 

“Isn’t this what you imagined Y/n? A European woman dominating you? Fucking you? This Sokovian wants to teach you a fucking lesson. You’re such a dirty little slut.” Her pinky fluttered wrapping her mist around your throat tightening the grip all over your body. Wanda's index and middle fingers spread your center. "La naiba, fetița...all open for mommy." You felt the object part your folds, and you winced rightfully knowing you couldn't escape. Her hips slowly leaned in, eyes burning red. You whined sucking in air between your teeth. Her lip curled to the side smirking at her good work. "You were such a drunk slut, thinking you can just cozy up to Romanoff like I wasn't fucking watching! You're such a perfect fit Y/n. You were made for me. Just me." Wanda's hips bucked thursted out pushing back in. You whined again and came out as a moan. 

"Ah-..." Your hands twitched trying to move your fingers. Your toes curled finally feeling the pleasure overcome you. The painful sting went away, it was a calming sensation. Like Wanda let her guard down while she was inside you. You read it on her face. Her brows weren't furrowed, and her teeth were bitten into her bottom lip with her eyes closed. You let out your moans fully noticing the red around your throat turning a lighter shade of pink. 

"Oh, you like that huh? See. You are a dirty little whore." She hummed watching her strap fill your tight pussy. Your breathing was ecstatic, your drool was all over your chin dripping down your throat. "Y-yes! I'm a dirty whore. I'm a slut! P-please fuck me! Harder please!" You panted seeing her hands grope your free breasts. 

"It's good you see it my way. I'm pumping detka." Wanda's hips hit harder, the sweat from her inner thighs hit your bare ass. The friction from her skin onto yours was causing blotched burns every shade of red. 

You asked to be fucked harder. Harder she did. Every thrust into your pussy felt like it kept slipping in and out. A huge pool formed in the sheets underneath you two. You were reaching the top of your climax ready to crumble like a ton of bricks. Wanda was too, her magical strap made her feel every movement. She was cumming too. Wanda's head went back climaxing without you. You weren't that far behind, however. Seeing Wanda cum made you tip over. You screamed out as you came. 

"S-s-shit!"

"Fuck Y/n! Fuck!" Wanda screamed sliding herself out making the twitching strap disappear. 

All of her mist disappeared also freeing you. You leaped up onto your knees. Wanda's back was turned to you. "What are you doing detka?" She ran her fingers to her scalp pulling out the elastic. Fluffing out her brown locs to take out the kinks. "I'm going to show a western custom." You kissed her shoulder, you grabbed her shoulders pulling her down into her bed. Getting on top of her. "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Come cuddle with me, please?" You wrapped your arms and legs around her torso like a spider monkey. You buried your face into her chest. 

"Îmbrățișa?" Wanda's voice was confused like she didn't know what you were talking about. 

"Da. Îmbrățișa.We cuddle afterwards." Your cheek rested on her as Wanda's fingers interlocked with your hair. She huffed breathing in. 

"Fine. This is a weird custom Y/n."

[loki-princeofasgard]

Mission #182 (part 1)

Loki x Stark!Reader

Part 2

You and Loki have been forced to go on important a mission together, the thing is you both hate each other. Loki looked at you as you two where walking to the cabin you two are gonna share. “You know I hate every second of this right?” Loki says. You just roll your eyes at this.

Loki rolled his eyes back at you “What? it's true, you get on my nerves”. He sighed at her lack of response. “Why do we need to go on this stupid mission anyhow, I've got better things to do.”

“Because Tony said so” you keep your answer short. You and Loki never really saw eye to eye. He always annoyed you and sometime flirt with you just to get in your nerves. You can’t really say you’ve been nice to him too since this.

When Thor brought him to earth and in the Avengers tower, Tony and Steve wanted to put him on a cell and keep him there. You were the only that was able to convice them to not doing this and actually put him to work with the Avengers, to make up for his mistakes on earth. Because of that, it seems that Tony always put you too to work together.

When you first introduced yourself to him, he was really arrogant and rude to you, which kind of made you regret a little not throwing him on that cell...

“So you do everything he says without question?!” Loki got annoyed at your answer. .

“Oh, believe me, I would rather be on this mission with anyone else” You say.

Loki looked annoyed yet interested “Anyone else? Really?”

“Yes.”

“You'd rather be on the mission with Captain American?”

“Like I said...” you stop walking and glare at him “...anyone else”.

Loki glares back at you, he's a bit intrigued at you answer and keeps on pushing the subject “Like who? You'd rather be on the mission with Thor?”

“Yes Loki. Thor, Cap, Nat, Clint, Tony...you can choose anyone.”

Loki looks offended at your answer and crosses his arms and looks away from you “What about Bruce?”

You think about his question. “Bruce? Yes. The hulk...well, look at that, it looks like you won this time” she says with a sarcastic tone.

They kept walking until they finally arrived at the cabin Tony had told them about. You sigh in frustration. It was really a small cabin. “That’s the luxurious cabin Tony told us about?”

Loki looks at you annoyed yet again “What were you expecting? We're in the middle of nowhere, did you expect something like the stark tower?”

“It's gonna be a long mission” You say to yoursel. Loki sighs and follows you into the cabin, looking around to see how small it is. The cabin there's only one room, with only one bed

“Wonderful *you say in a sarcastic tone”

Loki looks at you annoyed, yet he wants to tease you too. “Awww you'll have to sleep in bed with me...”.

“Oh no, you sleep on that couch over there” you point to a smal couch on the corner.

Loki scoffs “I'm not sleeping on the couch. I deserve the bed more than you.”

“Fine, I'll take the couch.” You agreed, not in the mood to discuss more with Loki.

“Fine, I'll take the bed then.” Loki says with a tone of victory. He lays down on the bed. He rolls over and closes his eyes, waiting for you to lay down on the couch. You get a pillow and a blanket and lay down on the small couch.

A few moments go by, Loki looks up and over to see what you were doing. He then sits up in the bed. “Are you comfortable there? It looks uncomfortable...”

“Shut up”. You keep turning around to try to find a comfortable position.

“You're not the most comfortable on the couch huh?” Loki continues to watch her, trying to get her to break and say something.

“I said shut up”.

Loki smirks but keeps quiet, he continues to just sit and watch her try to be comfortable. After a few moments Loki gets up and walks towards her “You're really uncomfortable there huh?”.

You try to keep up the act of being annoyed at him. “I'm... comfortable enough...I don't need your help.”

Loki rolls his eyes at you. He kneels down and moves the blanket out of the way and grabs your pillow.

“HEY! What are you doing? Give it back!”

Loki looks at her annoyed yet again at your resistance “Moving you to the bed. I don't want to get killed tomorrow because you didn't have a good night of sleep”.

“Fine, but you stay in your side and no touching me". You knew he was right, so you just accepted.

He rolls his eyes and lays down, he pats the bed telling her to lay down. “Of course.” Loki lays back on his half of the bed then rolls over and faces you.

You noticed. “What” you whispers looking at him.

He can't hold back his teasing, so he does it again “Come on, you should be glad you’re one of the lucky few to sleep with me.” He whispers and turns his back to you.

“Oh really? So... you didn't sleep with a lot of women. How disappointing...” You smirk, clearly teasing him. You couldn't let this opportunity to tease him pass.

Loki blushes a little at your response but tries not to let you see. “Shut up.’ He turns slightly back looking at her, he's obviously embarrassed.

He turned his face away from her quickly and mumbled “Shut up...” Loki turns away from her completely.

“Oh no!” You say playful and pull him back to you, so he's facing you again, but this time your bodies closer.

Loki looks at her annoyed yet embarrassed. “I told you to shut up.”

“Make me.” you whisper.

Loki look at your lips and got up from the bed, walking away from you to the other side of the cabin. He faced away from you and crossed his arms not saying a word, trying to pretend he was annoyed but in reality, he just wants to kiss you.

You sit on the bed, shocked he just gave up. You start worrying “Maybe I pushed him too much.”

Loki looked over and walks towards you, gently pushing you on the bed again, getting on top of you, and he caress your lip with his thumb “Will this shut you up?”.

Loki stares at you, you’re not saying anything, so he decides to make move. He pulls you closer to him and kisses you passionately. When he pulls back from you , he whispers in your ear “That's should get you to shut up for now”

He gets off you and goes lay down on his side of the bed, his back facing you.

You are shocked after that hot kiss and without reaction.

After a few minutes of being silent, he turns around and faces you. “Is that all? That kiss got you to shut up but no remarks?.”

You look at him but this time, you’re the one kissing him passionately.

[b1ueoff1ine]

any smut scenario with Loki? I'm feeling horny for him

The Bar

Loki x Reader

Summary: After an argument with your husband, you have some angry sex on the stairs.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT WARNING! MINORS DNI! p in v sex. unprotected sex. angry sex. curse words. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: my first smut fic! give me some hype!

WC: roughly 900 words

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Loki slammed the door to your shared two story home, kicking off his shoes.

You removed your own shoes, tossing them in the corner.

"How many fucking times have I told you to stay away from that fucking bar? And every single time, you dont fucking listen!" Your husband sneered.

"Relax! Okay, I was drunk as fuck. You cant fucking blame me for that!"

"You were sober fucking before that! And to find you kissing Thor, no less! That bafoon better stay away from my damn wife!" Loki replied, his tone sharp. "You are mine! Not my brothers, not some drunk fool's!"

You were fuming. "My life is mine! You cant control everything fucking I do! I can go to that damn bar whenever I want!"

"No! I have told you over and over that bar is dangerous for drop-dead gorgeous women like you!"

"Flattery wont work on me now, Loki. Besides, it was only Thor!"

"It was only Thor? It was only Thor! You don't understand! He is my brother. Not some hot guy you can ditch me for!"

You glared at him. "I dont care! It's my life!" You sneered back.

The two of you glared at eachother for a few minutes, the tension rising at a rapid rate.

Then when the tension reached its peak, the two of you lunged at eachother, ripping at each other's clothes.

Loki had you pinned to the stairs in seconds, your jeans already completely off your legs. He let you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, enough to reveal his hard cock. He ripped your panties off, tearing the fabric.

He automatically started thrusting into you, his thrusts getting faster and rougher as the seconds ticked by. You moaned as his shaft reached places it never had before.

"Looooookiiiiii-" you moaned.

"I fucking hate you sometimes." He cut you off as he thrusted deeper into you. His cock was massive, and it filled you up completely.

But you were nearing your climax. He just felt too good inside of you. You moaned louder as you neared your climax. You knew he wouldn't let you come until you had been fucked to overstimulation.

Your walls clenched around him and he thrusted faster.

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Hearing her moan his name was a relief to Loki. To him, it showed him that she really was his, and not his brother's.

"Ah- that's the spot- keep going... faster- harder!" She moaned under him, a clear sign she was enjoying being fucked.

He obeyed her commands, thrusting his cock into her harder and faster.

Then when she begged to let her come, he wrapped his hand around her throat, choking her.

"You come when I say you can, naughty bitch."

"Please, Loki, please! I'll be good! I promise!" She whined.

Damn. She just looks so pretty under me. Loki thought. You know what? I need to show her she is mine.

So Loki fucked her and fucked her into overstimulation. Then he came. He spurted, his seed entering his wife, his thrusts becoming slow and faulty.

You came when he did, yours and his juices mixing within you.

His thrusts were no longer faulty, but soft and slow, letting you ride out the orgasm.

You both felt sorry for the words you had said. All you had needed was some sex on the stairs to make things right...

"I'm sorry-" you said at the same time, then you giggled and he laughed.

"Sorry I said what I had said. I love you, but you are my wife. Not my brother's."

"Its fine- I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone to that bar, and, to be honest, I knew what would happen if I did."

"Then why did you?" He sounded curious, but there was a hint of anger still in his voice.

"I guess I wanted to get drunk? To see my friends? I dont even know anymore..." Your voice was soft yet self-inquiring. "But I will never, ever, go to that bar again. And I will not speak to Thor off duty- unless needed."

"Good." He removed his shaft, enclosing it in his boxers. "Now dear, get your clothes on. We have company coming some time in the next half hour."

"Got it." You replied, climbing up off the stairs, heading to your room and to your shared dresser.

Loki followed.

You grabbed a new pair of panties- since Loki tore the first one. You slid your panties on, then moved to your jeans.

Loki watched as you snaked your legs through the jeans. You could feel the blaze of his eyes on you, raking across your figure.

Not even five minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find the company you had been expecting: your parents who absolutely despised Loki.

If they found out about what had just occurred, they would surely never want to see you again.

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[micah-drew]

Record of Ragnarok Headcanons: Horror Games Edition

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CW: May be ooc for some characters, spoilers for some games

「 ✦ Round 1: Thor, Lü Bu, Randgriz ✦ 」 Resident Evil 4

જ⁀➴ Lü Bu and Thor were dead silent the moment they started playing, it was almost eerie how silent they were for the first hour. They were so focused…nothing could break them out of that trance.

જ⁀➴ Randgriz had made a small joke about they were reading each others minds and they shared a glance. Whatever that means! Randgriz just decided to just smile and continue watching the game.

જ⁀➴ The moment the Bitores Mendez boss battle started, it was only within seconds. Having the flying general and god of thunder working together in a horror game that involved fighting— yeah, nothing was surviving.

જ⁀➴ The two basically did a no hit run without even trying!

જ⁀➴ Randgriz watched the whole time. She picked up the controller once and almost immediately died, so instead she’s watching the other two play. Despite that, she handles horror pretty well! Nothing scared her too badly, aside from the first Regenerator.

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「 ✦ Round 2: Zeus, Adam, Reginleif ✦ 」 Little Nightmares 2

જ⁀➴ Zeus didn’t have much to say about the game, and instead he just watched the other two do everything. Less work for him, the better…and the reason he wouldn’t admit, that being the controls frustrated him and he almost broke a controller earlier.

જ⁀➴ Meanwhile Reginleif is over analyzing every single detail. Looking into details of games and books? She’s a pro!

જ⁀➴ Adam liked Mono a lot, and thought the locations were interesting. He wasn’t too fond of the teacher though, watching as her neck stretched to try and catch Mono in the school.

જ⁀➴ Both Reginleif and Adam disliked the hospital by a lot. Why is the doctor on the ceiling? Why is he experimenting on people who are already getting distorted by the TV signals? And why are the patients acting like weeping angels— just why.

જ⁀➴ Eve walked in on the two at the wrong time, seeing Six drop Mono into the abyss as an act of betrayal. She didn’t understand what was happening, but Adam quickly got up to comfort her and had Reginleif finish the game while he consoled his wife.

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「 ✦ Round 3: Poseidon, Kojiro Sasaki, Hrist ✦ 」 Phasmophobia

જ⁀➴ These three get absolutely nothing done, they’re absolute clowns in the sense Kojiro is just there for a good time, Hrist’s anger side just enjoys messing with the other two, and Poseidon gave up the moment he was handed a controller.

જ⁀➴ Poseidon is the king of dying in the dumbest positions, it’s actually amazing how many times it happens. He hates it, but Kojiro always takes a picture of it.

જ⁀➴ They almost completed one hunt, but got it wrong after Poseidon checked the wrong kind of ghost. Safe to say, he was beyond furious when it happened. Hrist and Kojiro were quick to reassure him though.

જ⁀➴ Kojiro takes every single important item and ends up dying with it on his person, and Hrist always has to rebuy everything.

જ⁀➴ Poseidon hates every second of the hunts, he isn’t amused by anything so anytime the ghost tries to mess with the team he completely ignores it— and gets killed almost every time. The other two are staring to think he does it on purpose to avoid playing.

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「 ✦ Round 4: Heracles, Jack The Ripper, Hlökk ✦ 」 Five Nights at Freddy’s: Sister Location

જ⁀➴ Hlökk liked the characters designs! They were cute and pink…and then minus the cute part the moment Funtime Freddy’s face opened up. No longer cute, because what the fu-

જ⁀➴ Jack and Heracles got through the main story mode pretty easily, they did struggle in night four though with the spring locks. It took them a few times, but they eventually got it.

જ⁀➴ Then they began playing the custom modes at max difficulty, and everything immediately went to hell because there’s now story in the cutscenes?! All of them are determined to get those endings now, even if it means taking hours on a single mode.

જ⁀➴ They also got the secret ending by escaping going into the scooper room, but the moment Ennard entered the house Hlökk just stared. Jack had to refrain from laughing, and poor Heracles was equally as confused.

જ⁀➴ Managed to complete all the max modes! The three of them were so relieved when it was over, and they don’t exactly want to play that one again. The others? For the lore!

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「 ✦ Round 5: Shiva, Raiden Tameemon, Thrud ✦ 」 Slender: The Eight Pages

જ⁀➴ Everything went well at first, which is…not surprising. It was tame, and things seemed to be okay. At least that was until they found the first page.

જ⁀➴ The moment Slenderman started showing up, immediately all three of them are challenging him. Shiva with his lust for a fight, he was ready to throw hands the moment he showed his face.

જ⁀➴ Raiden was doing well, at least until they got jump scared the first time and he screamed. It actually startled Shiva by how loud it was, and Thrud was just trying to calm Raiden down.

જ⁀➴ They got close a few times to getting all eight pages, but they finally manage to do it after an hour or two. It was difficult, but they did it.

જ⁀➴ After they completed the game, they weren’t entirely sure what else to do…so they just play again to see if they can do something different, or just see how much they can fuck around while playing. Raiden and Shiva are ready to throw hands with the fictional monster, and Thrud is just trying to survive.

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「 ✦ Round 6: Zerofuku, Buddha ✦ 」 Poppy Playtime

જ⁀➴ Zerofuku chose the game, thinking it would be tame enough for him to handle. He was ready, he was totally prepared— and then Huggy Wuggy disappeared from the stage and he was clinging onto Buddha.

જ⁀➴ Buddha was pretty relaxed, due to his abilities he was able to predict how the game would go and told Zero to look away whenever he thought the other would get too scared.

જ⁀➴ Zero isn’t too much of a fan of Poppy. Creepy possessed dolls? No thanks! He didn’t like that one bit. Even Buddha didn’t like her, and he was just trying every second to skip the scene with her talking to carry on.

જ⁀➴ The moment Mommy Long Legs showed up they both just noped out of the game and put it down. They were both done with it, not because Buddha or Zerofuku hates spiders, but they were both just so done at that point.

જ⁀➴ Zerofuku loves Candy Cat though, and Buddha found him a small keychain of the blue cat. He would’ve gone bigger, but considering the things he learned about the game and the whole NFT thing, he’ll just get the keychain.

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「 ✦ Round 7: Hades, Qin Shi Huang, Alvitr ✦ 」 Telltale: The Walking Dead

જ⁀➴ These three are immediately invested. Interesting opening cutscene, and the protagonist seems fun enough. Alvitr loves Lee and Clementine, she’d do anything for those two.

જ⁀➴ Qin Shi Huang and Hades are able to make quick decisions thankfully, but there are some points where they actually have to think because they both choose a different option. It’s a hard debate, but they do pretty well.

જ⁀➴ Alvitr is getting attached to all the characters, though she sometimes gets a bit too passionate. Whenever there’s a character death in a choice she tries to avoid it as much as she can, but then has to accept the inevitable.

જ⁀➴ Qin also gets attached to Lee and Clementine, and is absolutely devastated when Lee gets bit and dies. He saw their bond as something him and Chun Yan had before she also passed on when he was twelve. He had to take a small break before they started the next game.

જ⁀➴ Hades was pretty okay during all of it, but he fell completely silent when the more sad moments in the game happened. He was okay on the surface, but it still hurt after getting attached to the characters.

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「 ✦ Round 8: Beelzebub, Nikola Tesla, Göndul ✦ 」 Mortuary Assistant

જ⁀➴ These three actually get the main objective complete, though it takes them a while to get there. Beelzebub is already going over the ways to get rid of the demons, meanwhile Göndul and Tesla are paying attention to every little detail.

જ⁀➴ Tesla gets scared twice, whether it’s the first jump scare or the demon straight up on the wall next to him. He isn’t a loud screamer, instead he just huffs and continues on like nothing happened.

જ⁀➴ The moment they have to cremate the demon, Tesla just utters the words “that’s unfortunate” before the player character is blasted into the wall behind them. Göndul tries her best to not laugh as hard as possible, and Beelzebub just gives a shake of his head.

જ⁀➴ These three manage to get all the endings, though they actually struggle to get the bad endings because they just want to do everything correct.

જ⁀➴ Honestly it’s a bit of a relaxed gaming session, they work together to finish the game and they all seem to like the puzzle linked to it. Though Beelzebub always correct the ways the demons should be revealing themselves to a mortal, but it doesn’t last long after he gets every so slightly startled when he turns in game, and the demon is just right behind him.

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「 ✦ Round 9: Apollo, King Leonidas, Geirölul ✦ 」 Resident Evil Village

જ⁀➴ Leonidas and Geirölul are immediately just powering through everything, they aren’t wasting anytime whatsoever. Get all the good weapons, and get moving. Apollo is quietly watching the other two for the first few minutes, as well as admiring all the details in the locations.

જ⁀➴ They all just share a look the moment they see Lady Dimitrescu, just for a minute before immediately getting back into the game.

જ⁀➴ The moment all three of them got to House Beneviento, all hell seemed to break loose. Leonidas just proceeded to charge in, and then went dead silent the moment he picked up the flask and all his weapons were taken. It just got worse. How could it get worse!

જ⁀➴ The encounter with Mother Miranda right after Heisenberg was WILD. Even Apollo was getting into it right as that happened, all three of them were so hyped up on adrenaline it was insane. There was no rest, they were completing the rest of the game in that sitting.

જ⁀➴ Once the game was over they weren’t done just yet, no, they wanted to play the rest of the series. All three of them were excited to continue, and Apollo just liked watching the other two play. Also because he didn’t want to ruin his nails, he just did them!

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Enjoy this while I try my best to write something more for you guys 💜

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Through thunderstorms and arguments- Call for help!

Summary; Peter finds Thor and Loki training and ends up wanting to see the cool move! Too bad the god of thunder has been hanging out too much with his mischievous little brother and things take a hysterical turn.

A/N; I changed a few things from the original ask which was sent by @inneedofsupervision but I desperately hope it turned out to your liking! (Apologies again for the wait! Still recovering 🩷🫂) ENJOY!!! ✨

Warnings; tickles and a lil fancy swearing form Loki!

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It was storming outside, hail clattered against the windows of cars and houses, raindrops fell like someone was dumping buckets of water onto earth and the wind changed the direction of it all every few minutes.

Peter watched in silence as the white pieces fell past the huge windows of the 100th floor of SI. He watched the clouds that sometimes lit up which was followed by crackling thunder.

It was loud, sure. Being so close to the clouds and roof; things always sounded a little louder but the soundproofed walls gave a bit of relief to it all.

The thunder could be unsettling after awhile.. you’d think he’d have gotten used to his sensibilities by now but in truth it wasn’t something that he could just ignore.

His mind wandered as he watched the spectacle, Thor and Loki were currently in the tower..

Thinking of Thor and Loki, where were they anyways? His eyes lifted and flew over the rather quiet common room.

Steve and Bucky were watching TV on the couch, Natasha and Tony sat by the table, the billionaire busy with something on his hologram while the super spy was halfheartedly watching the Tv.

“Where are Loki and Thor?” He asked as his feet took him towards the table. His voice seemed weirdly loud.. It felt almost criminal to disturb the silence.

Natasha looked at him „Probably training while the training room isn’t occupied“ Tony looked up as well „Yeah, pretty sure point break and reindeer games are trying to get along a little better.“ he stated in a bored tone, probably having heard the two gods bickering earlier today.

If Tony didn’t hear them Peter was positive Friday warned him about it.

„Alright I’ll go have a look then.“ „yep, don’t get between them Pete!“ Steve called after him wich earned him a chuckle and a two finger salute „Sure thing captn‘!“ he called before turning around, putting his hands into his pockets and heading off towards the training room.

He was two corners away from his destination when he already heard bickering. Peter chuckled, how can two gods bicker so much? They’ve been at it for hours!

„THOR! Let me down this instant!“ „Brother, stop struggling already or we won’t be able to do get help!“

Peter’s curiosity instantly spiked and he jogged the last steps, head poking into the room.

Sure enough he saw Thor holding Loki up, ready to throw while the younger squirmed uselessly.

„You will not throw me you insolent oaf!“ Loki yelled before getting tossed onto the mats, taking out the smaller ones that were standing up mere seconds before.

„I still hate it.“ Loki grumbled as he sat up. „I find it rather amusing.“ Thor grinned at his brother who sent him a dirty look „no it is not. It’s humiliating.“

Peter sniggered, earning their immediate attention. „Little spider!“ Thor grinned happily „hey kid.“

„heya! That was an awesome move!“ he grinned as he walked in, his grin widened when he saw Loki roll his eyes.

„Indeed! I am glad you’ve decided to join us on the matter! Loki doesn’t seem to be on the same page as us..“ Thor grinned and eyed Loki shortly. Peter nodded animatedly „can you show me? The whole move I mean?“

„I am not doing that again.“ Loki growled at his brother who was already looking at him with expectancy and a playful grin. The boy huffed „aw, why not? It’s such an awesome move!“ he gushed.

Loki squinted at him, seemingly trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Then his eyes caught Thors and he saw his own mischief twinkle right back at him.

Peter was about to ask something else only to gasp when Thor picked him up by sneaking under his arm „Let’s reenact the move together then litte spider!” He grinned.

The boy however could only huff. His feet were slightly off the ground and no matter how far he tried to bend his feet for his toes to reach the ground it just wasn’t enough.

With slight shock and bit of embarrassment he came to realise that was hanging there like a slack sack of potatoes.

An awkward slack sack of potatoes.

He was halfheartedly hanging over Thors neck and slightly his shoulder. The gods hand supported him by the ribs and the other held the arm that was draped over him.

Peter huffed at his predicament “can you lower me slightly? Please?” Loki sniggered at his question and shook his head as he stood up “Don’t worry Peter, it’ll get better” he reassured.

Peter did not feel reassured. The playful gleam in the tricksters eyes and the sly grin did nothing to reassure him- in fact his nerves lit up instantly and he shook his head. “No I’m su-HURE!”

The boy was interrupted by his own squeak and jump when the strong hand squeezed the spot by his ribs and he snapped to look at Thor with wide eyes and a betrayed glare. The god however just grinned down at him and winked.

Peter blushed- they were not actually about to team up on him after bickering the whole day through! Right!?

Peter heard the tricksters dark laugh rumble through his chest- if he wouldn’t have super hearing he’d only see him holding back his amusement.

“You have to stay committed little spider!” Thor announced happily as he nudged Peter’s ribs again, this time with a lot more intent as his knuckles rushed past his ribs.

Peter sputtered a laugh and he forced his legs up quickly to try and curl up. Loki grinned and shared an amused glance with Thor. “ahAhaha! nOhO! ThoHOhor!” The kid squeaked out between laughs.

Thor laughed with him and let up on the tickling. Peter’s legs lowered but before he could shoot Thor a dirty glare Loki walked closer to them “honestly Thor, don’t torture Starks kid” he mused and then squeezed Peter’s shoulder. “You need to call out for help to make it seem authentic”

Peter squinted at Loki “shouldn’t Thor be calling for help? I’m supposed to play the victim!” He argued. He was not about to call for help! Plus! He told Captain Rogers he wouldn’t get between them which basically translates do not get into trouble with them!

Loki clicked his tongue. “Details, details” he waved Peter off and went behind them.

The boy tried craning his neck as much as he could in his position but Loki positively vanished behind them.

“Y-You know what?” Peter blabbed nervously with a small grin “mihister stark said youhu were aharguing today morning-NA-HO!” He squeaked and batted at Lokis hands that were now right by his sides “come on guys I’m nohot calling for help!”

Thor hummed “Let’s help him out then why won’t we Loki?” The god in question sniggered darkly “Oh we definitely should brother”

Peter shook his head but the silly grin on his face only encouraged Thor with his and his brothers shenanigans.

“Nohoooo, come oh-HON! NoHOho!” The boy tensed and pulled his legs up again the second Lokis nimble fingers sprung into action, skittering over his sides over the thin shirt that Pete was now dearly regretting to have worn today.

“Come on Peter, just call for help and we can continue with the move” Thor tried to encourage, Peter cursed internally at the amusement in the gods voice. How dare he!

“Mmhm-noHOho!” He giggled, trying to at least make this hard for the gods by trying to hold his giggles, but alas it was all in vain as Lokis fingers sought out the spot that made him react most.

Peter shook his head and squealed when the trickster dug into his highest rib. “LOHOKIEHEE!” “My, my, seems I’ve found a sweet spot.” The god chuckled into his ear. “EHEhEYEE! nOHOh YOuhUHu HaHAveHEhen’t!” “Hmno? You’re saying there’s a spot worse than… this?” Peter bucked again when the god dug in with a lot more precision then before “NOAHA! IHI DiHIhidn’T SAHAhay ThAHAHat!”

“I don’t know young spiderling! Sure sounded like it!” Thor chuckled as he kept the boy off the ground. It was quite a task with all his squirming. Peter shook his head through bursts of laughter. Loki sniggered and let one of his hand slip to Peter’s hip.

The boy kicked out harshly and hit the poor god of thunder’s shin. The god grunted and hissed, kneeling down slightly. Loki halted before falling into mused chuckling.

“ohoho god IHi’m sohoho sohohorry!” Peter giggled as the god made his theatrics about his shin and let the kid go. Thor rubbed his shin with a soft groan “you have quite the kick little spider!” He goaded.

Peter gave a giddy smile and opened his mouth to say something before the god smirked “but not quite to take down a god yet!” He boasted and jumped the kid.

Peter screeched and grappled with Thor over the mats.

Loki shook his head at their antics. “Really brother? We had him perfectly trapped and great for the move!” He reminded and walked along the mats, watching as Thor gave the giggly kid little chance of winning.

“We still have to encourage the little spider brother! I’m sure this will be beneficial!” The god boasted.

Peter giggled wildly and fended off the gods hands as best he could “NOho! iHIhi’m not cAHalling for help!” Thor sniggered with him, the kid had a soft blush on his cheeks and playfulness was written all over his face. “But you have to! The move won’t be complete otherwise young Stark!”

Peter kicked out when Thor almost managed to pinch his ribs “THoHO-AAH!” He yelled in surprise when his leg was pulled and his knee was squeezed “LOhOKI!” He scolded playfully, sending the god a glare- but the god simply sent him a sly grin- damn his own traitorous smile!

With the short distraction Thor squeezed his ribs. “NAHAO! ThIHIHis IHIs UnfAHAhair! aHAAhAhahA!” Loki chuckled as he traced the boys knee, sending ticklish shocks through his whole system while Thor was on a journey down to his sides. “How do you mortals say, Pete? All is fair in love and war?” The trickster mused and swiped a finger up Peter’s sole at which the boy tugged at his leg harshly.

“nAA-HA! LOhOHOki!- ThOHoHOr! THIHiHIs IhIsnt fAhaHair!” Peter exclaimed again, his hands latching onto Thors wrists- yet he barely pulled at them.

“Cohome on Young spiderling! You just have to call out for help and that’s it” his amusement of the situation grew when Peter shook his head- what a stubborn little mortal..

“Alright.. well then..”

“NAHA! THOHOAHAR! CHEHEAHATEHEHER!” Peter threw his head back, fighting with his instincts to squeeze the god’s hands there which only seemed to make it worse- or try to grapple at them- which resulted in hilarious flailing.

Loki sniggered, but he couldn’t let his brother win this, mischief was his thing after all.

His slender fingers wrapped around Peter’s knee and his fingers scribbled along the backs of them.

The reaction was immediate, Peter’s leg slammed down on the mat only to jump back up with a high pitched yelp. “Oh? Are you hiding something Peter?” Loki mused and Thor let up on his tickles “what have you found brother?” “He- hehe found nohothing!” Peter protested but the two gods ignored him “See here..” Loki said which followed by his fingers squeezing and slightly wiggling into the spot. “NAHAO! LOHOKI! WehEHe can TAHAhalk Ahabout thIHIHIhis!”

The gods sniggered at the volume change each time Loki decided to continue his little game. “Aw, but we did talk Peter. You call for help and this aaaaall stops.” To let the kid talk he let up slightly The boy pouted at the god, his brown locks more disheveled then he’s ever seen them and slightly red cheeks. Loki sighed “I believe, brother, I should teach you a few things on tickling.” He stated, a sly smirk threatening to pull on his face when Peter’s cheeks flushed a tone deeper.

Thor chuckled “alright, have it your way.”

Peter gaped at him. NO WAY were they just AGREEING!

“W-Wait- Lohoki, come ohon we can fihigure this out- look youhu’re gettihing ahalong too! Mahaybe you can make uhup now??” peter blabbed as Loki moved closer and Thor away.

Loki chuckled darkly “your futile attempts of distractions are not working” peter couldn’t help the high pitched anticipatory giggle that slipped him as the god hovered over him.

“Ehe- you know- I-HAY!” Peter almost jumped out of his skin as Lokis hand rushed towards him.

“What happened Pete?” The boys eyes grew wide- oh. Oh.

He huffed and stared challengingly at the god. He’s heard of the wrath of the god of mischief. But.. he could handle it, he’s won Mister Stark’s attacks!

His challenging glare didn’t last long as the mischief practically dripped from the god. “What are you afraid of the tickles?” Loki asked as if it were like any other conversation.

Peter shook his head with a high pitched giggle. “N-no!” “No? So you shouldn’t mind..” Loki stopped above Peter’s stomach- surprised that the boy already flinched away.

Despite himself he moved his hand towards his side and flexed it- Peter, to his delight jumped again and moved closer to the god and away from the hand.

“Peter.” Loki stated and gained the boys attention.

“Whahat?”

“Are you by chance…. Air ticklish?”

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“uh oh” muttered Peter in utter disbelief before a steady stream of giggles escaped him. Loki’s collected expression turned to one of pure delight and mischief “oh boy.. this just got a lot more entertaining.”

Peter squeaked when the younger god made claws. “NOhOho!” The boy whined through his flustered and giggly predicament.

Thor suddenly jumped from next to Loki.

“EHEEE!”

The squeal echoed through the training room much to the gods amused and adoration at the boy- the boy himself- as if finally remembering he was free, turned around and tried crawling away.

He squeaked when a strong hand wrapped around his ankle “now hold on little spiderling!” Thor chuckled. Peter laughed at the silliness- before he could however think of how to make this harder for the gods, arms wrapped around his torso “Now I gotcha!” Loki growled and flung the boy back as if he weighted nothing.

Peter laughed without either of them even touching him- “are you laughing at us young Stark!?” Thor asked in disbelief and crossed his arms. “NOhOho!” Peter tried to reassure but failed expertly. Loki sniggered “I believe he is dear brother.. better give him something to laugh about huh?”

Thor grinned “I do believe you’re right brother” he mused.

Loki sniggered “ready to call for help yet Petey?” He muttered into his ear and the boy scrunched up with a barking a laugh “NEhEhEVER!” He declared boldly.

Loki tutted and looked at his brother. “Stark said his thighs and knees are ticklish.”

Thor chuckled at the protest of a shriek that came from Peter which though was quickly drowned by hysterical laughter as Lokis fingers went into his pits.

The god of thunder didn’t wait long for his own entrance and squeezed the boys thigh which, amusingly enough, with each squeeze they gained a higher squeal out of the boy.

Loki chuckled and shook his head, the boy could lean left or right and roll off, he could even put up a fight with his strength.. and yet..

“AHYEHE! OHOKAY!” Peter barked out and the gods let up.

Loki raised an eyebrow “you’ll call for help?” He mused and waited as the boy caught his breath.

Peter stifled most of his giggles before his hand went to squeeze Lokis own side.

To the boys surprise and glee Loki jumped.

The god sent him a warning glare “peter I’d truly advise against that” “why?” The boy grinned up at the god. “May I remind you that I am a god?”

Peter’s own mischief twinkled in his eyes “Thor will probably help me..” he mused. Loki raised an eyebrow “probably?” He mused “my brother is worse than me Buddy.”

Peter’s eyes widened at that “b-but we’ll be two!” He smiled timidly. Loki huffed “Are you going to call for help or not?”

The boy’s shoulders jumped as he chuckled through his nose.

Loki grinned “Unbelievable..” he hushed and looked at Thor. “You know, there’s a specific technique that got Thor to give in when we were children.” He said and watched as his brothers confusion morphed into surprise and glee.

Peter swallowed nervously and giggled “Thihis isn’t one ohof your Ahasgardian things right?” Loki laughed “No, this works all too perfectly on mortals”

Peter shivered at the sly grin. His silly grin fought its way right back onto his face “n-now hold on, no need for drastic- MEASURES!” He yelped when Loki suddenly rapidly squeezed and scribbled his side which sent sparks through his whole body. “HEHEY!” He squeaked and leaned away- falling onto the mats, front first, the gods hand on his back. “Uh-huh- Loki?” Peter asked and hoisted himself onto his elbows as he slowly understood his position- his face would lay awkwardly on the mats if he tried to shield his armpits. But if he kept his face from squeezing onto the mats they’d be open wide.

Loki chuckled at the giddy expression on the boys face. “You gonna call for help?”

Again. Peter shook his head.

It was fair to say that the god was not only surprised at the will to play but also at the stamina of the kid.

“Oh you’re asking for it.” He smirked down at the boy.

Peter squeaked in surprise at the demeanour change but didn’t get to dwell on it as the hands plummeted into his armpits.

“LOHOKIEHEHEEE!” Peter kicked his legs into the mats to try and relieve the tickle shocks even if only just lightly- Lokis nimble fingers found the sweet spot with practiced ease and vibrated on one armpit while on the other he scribbles.

Peter was probably loosing his lil head in the playful moment but the raging storm outside was positively forgotten.

“NAHAHAY! TOHOHOR!” Peter’s new protest made Loki look back and find Thors bold hands tickle the soles of the poor kid.

Chuckles from the door which ripped Lokis attention away from his attack and his hands slowed down enough for Peter to crank an eye open. “MIHIST- EHEY!” The boy scolded through his laughter and turned to look at Thor.

The billionaire in the doorway laughed “alright you two, let the kid up. I still need him today for lab time” Thor chuckled “do not worry stark! You’ll have young Stark with you in no time.” He mused. Loki rolled his eyes and sniggered “you good kid?”

Peter laughed but nodded and pushed Loki playfully “ahabout the move; IHi’m soho on your side- but I aham also so gehetting you back someday”

Loki raised a challenging eyebrow and then slowly, his ‘claws’.

Peter squeaked and rolled away “nohot today!” He laughed and got to his feet, hands in front of his body to protect himself.

The men laughed in choir.

“Loki we should continue training.” Thor stated, full of new enthusiasm. Loki glared at him “we are not doing get help” Thor grinned at him “we should.” Loki frowned “Peter—“

“NOPE! YOU GOT THIS!” Peter yelled with a laugh as he rushed out of the room.

The two gods laughed heartedly at the boys exit with Stark and got up. Maybe they could get along for awhile every now and again.

Meanwhile let’s hope Steve will be just as merciful as mister Stark was on Peter.

“Don’t get in trouble with them, huh?” His mentor asked with his smirk obvious in his voice.

Peter rolled his eyes with an obvious smile and flushed cheeks, his hand going through his disheveled hair.

Never mind..