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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years ago

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A Prince's Release [Asgard!Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki takes a break from a diplomatic feast, and finds he is not alone in the hallways of Asgard. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Oral. Loki POV. Soft dom.

Loki’s footsteps echoed away from the buzz of the feast. And as their raucous mirth grew quieter, so did his mind.

He glanced out the arched window to the side, noting the glitter of Asgard below. He had not been released from his diplomatic obligations entirely. Not officially. Not yet. But he needed this.

He dissolved the ceremonial armour adorning his shoulders, his forearms. It’s gold faded, revealing the simple earthen green of the leathers beneath. Hair that had lain nestled beneath his helmet fell free against his collar. Suddenly, a fist gathered the rear of his tunic. He adopted a battle stance without thinking, spinning with malice in his eyes. His features softened; resolve softening as his dagger hovered beneath the tip of your chin. “My Lady, you should be more careful.” he murmured darkly, running the flat of the thin blade to meet your parted lips. You kissed it.

Several guards lining the open arches sank into shadow.

Loki felt the sharp thud of polished marble flat on his back as you pushed him to the wall, the biting cool it surely held almost chilling through his leathers. You had manoeuvred him to the inside of one of the archway columns. Concealed, almost.

Audacious, this one; he mused. His mind was fire, the heavy dullness chess of diplomatic politics replaced by a haze of lust.

The leather tunic squeaked, sliding against the marble surface as you swept your tongue deeper inside his mouth like a demon. He felt your familiar digits combing through his hair. Pulling. Searching. Claiming, he thought, sliding a moist palm around the nape of your neck.

Loki liked that. He tugged the back of your evening dress sharply, pulling you away. With an inquiring smirk, he tilted his head. “What has gotten into you, little thing? To accost a Prince of Asgard so..." he tutted playfully. Loki gleefully watched as heat rose in your skin. He could feel it; warming the cool night air.

“You, obviously” you huffed, feigned annoyance losing its effect as your grappling fingers tugged at the laces of his trousers. “My prince,” you added as an after-thought.

The palace had ears everywhere. “I think not,” Loki smiled as he let his knuckles trail over your shoulder, down your bare bicep. “It has been ten long days since I’ve gotten into you. My father has seen to that.” The roll of your eyes made his stomach flip. Oh, how he loved this. How he had missed it.

He turned the smile flexing against his lips into a bite. “Loki,” you whimpered petulantly, sliding your hand down the crotch of his leathers as you tried in vain to launch at his mouth. He held you back with ease, your beautiful brow scrunched. “You have not answered my letters, your servants turn me away...they say you are entertaining the diplomats every night,”

The game, Loki smirked with deep satisfaction, is afoot. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tutted, making sure his lips stayed open. He narrowed his eyes, teasing you. His tongue rested on the ridge of his mouth, noting every microscopic shiver of arousal course across your skin.

“Show me how much you missed me during my diplomatic conclave. Missed him.” He nodded down to the weighty arousal hardening in your covert hand. “What?” you gasped, glancing around the empty hallway with a modesty unbecoming of your true nature. Starlight glittered against golden pillars, mounted flames crackling against the shouts from the feast hall beyond.

Loki shrugged innocently, a small smile curling his lip. His stomach was fizzing. He could feel the skin of his balls tightening beneath his ceremonial trappings. The inches of his mighty cock thickening with each roaring second of silence.

While he had been bound to nod and smile during peace talks and the intricacies of trade agreements over an endless ten days, all that had filled his mind was thoughts of your hot mouth wrapping around him. The glide of your tongue, the pressure of your fingertips digging hard into his flesh.

The torchlight made every vein of your irises sparkle as you slowly raised your gaze to meet his own.

There was a mischievous glint in them, an unspoken language honed between you saying all that needed to be said.

You craned upwards, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear with a licentious sigh. “Anyone could walk by,” you breathed, making Loki shudder. His thighs clenched, an unprompted groan rumbling in his throat. “Oh yes,” he gasped as your fingers toyed with the leather straps slung against his hips, “anyone.” The belts and sheath fell to the marble by his ankles with a series of thuds. It’s happening, he thought incredulously as you sank to your knees. The rustle of your skirts pooling on the ground made Loki brace. You never took your eyes off his, tugging the leather trousers down his hips.

Loki rested his head back on the marble pillar, lids fluttering closed as his hand wrapped around his cock. He jolted as the foreskin pulled back, stroking gently as you watched him. She’s actually going to-

His breath hitched, jaw clenching as your palms slid up the solid bulge of his femurs.

You squeezed.

“G-gods” Loki heard himself stammer, cringing.

Hold it together, he chided; letting his hand fall to the side. You are a Prince of Asgard. But knowing your talents, he suddenly wished he had something to hold on to.

The small puff of air that erupted from your lips made him straighten, spine pressing flat to the mirror. “I’ve missed you,” you whispered against his cock. Loki took a deep breath, choking ferociously on the exhale as you swallowed the tip. He clenched and unclenched his fists, resisting the urge to tangle his fingers in your hair like a commoner. The warmth was valhalla. No matter how many times he experienced it, the god found himself eternally unprepared. All of his senses were heightened. The rush of desire and long-held fantasies of this act, in this place, welling in his bloodstream as you swallowed him deeper. Lips made a vacuum on the girth, the feeling of your fingers circled tight around the root. Squeezing. Merciless. They tugged lightly at his public hair with every targeted pump. Wet. Your blowjobs were always so fucking wet.

He suddenly realised he was moaning. Loudly. The gnash of his teeth grinding shocked him back to reality, feeling the straining vein in his neck soften. Loki looked down, hearing the whoreish slurps and groans from your mouth as he thrust gently against your tongue. He juddered, palms slapping against the marble. “F-ffuck, darling...uh, y-yes,” he heard someone whine, “like that - just...like, like that.”

The hand pressed against one quivering thigh suddenly intertwined with his own. Loki watched, entranced as you brought it to the back of your head. “Oh, slut” he murmured in wonder, the feral rumble surprising even himself, “my slut.”

The effort not to slam his cock down your throat was inhuman. Appropriate, Loki grit; as your travelling saliva began to slosh against the crease of his thighs. With every moan-punctuated bob of your head, he guided you. Encouraged you. Yes, darling. Så jævla bra. Goddess, only you. No one fucks me like you. His pants of devotion, carnal and otherwise, filled the open promenade like incense. They wafted into the night air like smoke, each filth-soaked groan from his throat louder than the last. He could hear no buzz from the feasting hall, not anymore. All he could hear was blood thundering in his ears.

Tentatively, he let his gaze fall on the opposing pillar. Its polished surface held a mirage of you both, his towering body with your worshipping form nestled against his thighs.

Beneath the moonlight, cheekbones slashed the angles of his face in the faint reflection. Your eager body knelt between his spread legs was a tableau worthy of the masters of this realm. But not even Kvasir could capture such rapturous eros, he mused fleetingly; before pushing your head deeper against his cock.

You moaned muffled approval, both hands sliding up his obliques beneath the leather tunic. Your fingers curled around his abdomen. Loki felt his thighs begin to shake.

He raised his hands behind his head. Fingers scraped back the hair at his temples, a shuddering sigh racking his chest. Errant tendrils caught between his digits, tugging as another quaking gasp snaked from his throat. He laced the fingers behind his skull, stomach clenching as your sucking intensified. He marvelled at his image, the features blurred but no less impressive. No wonder you were insatiable. Each delve of your mouth, each drag of your hardened lips, each swipe of your talented tongue. Faster. Harder, as he watched himself come undone. He was going to explode. His ass clenched, trying to stop the wave of cum building in his loins. The one that would soon be sloshing down the back of your throat. He couldn’t take his eyes off himself. Off of you. The ceremonial leather tight against his biceps had begun to split under the skill of your mouth, the heat of your tongue and your breath and your fingers. His jaw hung open, chin pressed to his chest. It was wild. He was an animal. A king. He was- F-fuck, In the marble’s reflection, Loki could just see the slick of your drool glinting down to his knees in the lick of firelight, smeared by needy palms. Deviant, he thought as power welled in his deepest core, and she’s all mine. His grip of your ornately designed hair tightened, just for a second. The pants were deafening, broken gasps and moans of your name shaking the very stone beneath his feet as the pillar to his back crunched with each twitch of his shoulders. The responding settle of your fingers around his hips was the signal he needed. The signal he craved. With a barely tempered roar, the god’s ass clenched painfully; bucking forwards. He threw his head back against the pillar with a crack, jaw clenched to the ceiling as the world went black.

Stars burst behind his eyelids, the force of climax tearing through his body like ripping leather. All he could feel was pleasure, warmth from your heavenly mouth caressing him over the edge of sanity as his knees buckled. Your fingers tightened around his hips, rocking him gently through the final, strangled breaths.

In the way you always did in these stolen moments, you tucked his softening cock into his leathers with a kiss; fingers deftly weaving the laces together. You climbed his trunk, tucking damp hair behind his ears.

“I missed you,” he murmured breathlessly, tasting himself in every desperate catch of your lips.

Through the haze, he watched with slanted brows as you ran a thumb from the base of your chin to your mouth before inspecting it. A thick layer of white coated the curve. You sucked slowly. “Ten days, my Prince,” you chided solemnly, before the smile he loved so much began to dance.

Loki winked, his senses returning. And his lust. “I told you I would save it all,” he smouldered, winking as his armour once again materialised around his leather garments. Horns unfurled, reaching forward on either side above your head. The gold seemed brighter somehow.

“I have a mind to return to the feast, wife.” he said quietly, cocking an eyebrow as he extended his hand. You frowned. “Only temporarily,” he added, throwing a glance to the huge doors down the corridor. “We left in such haste…” You took his hand warily. “Not long, my love” you replied. It was a warning. “The feast holds nothing that will sate the hunger I have.” “I know,” Loki smirked. He traced the curve of your earlobe with his tongue, feeling you shiver with desire against him as he flicked it back and forth.

He moaned softly against the shell, your faltering grip on his cape releasing a wolfish smile. “I know.”

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 2 years ago

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 11

Ambrosia | Loki x Reader

You and Loki take time to reconnect after your kidnapping, and Loki is sure to show you that there is no version of himself that doesn't care for you.

Warnings: 18+ language & sexual content. Oral (f receiving), public(ish) sex, Loki duplicates!

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The jet was eerily quiet, even when the sound of the sea had faded into nothing. As soon as you’d emerged from the castle, Thor had wrapped both arms around you and squeezed until Loki had called him a brute and pushed him away so that he could hold you himself. Despite the insult, Thor continued to grin, placing a large hand on top of your head and rubbing it.

“I can see you will keep my brother on his toes, what trouble you are!” But his words held no malice and he carried on smiling as Loki led you back into the waiting jet.

Tony, though, had merely nodded at you, stepping out of his suit and straight into the cockpit, a shout of, “you’d better be able to keep them in line,” aimed at Thor and then you were heading back to the compound, the sky a blur outside of the small windows and your prison merely a spec below.

Now you were curled over a small table, the tactical plans of Tønsberg pushed aside while you slept and Loki watched on, wary, one hand on the small of your back and the other curled around the hilt of his dagger, ready to defend you at a moment’s notice.

Thor seemed oblivious to Loki’s worries, focussed instead on his excitement that Loki would finally be joining him as an Avenger, “and with the Lady too, Loki we shall have an excellent time, just as we did when we were boys.” His hand clapped Loki on the shoulder, despite Loki’s best efforts to shrug him off.

“Stark has quite the array of weapons and armour, you would enjoy looking through it, I’m sure and -”

Loki took Thor’s paw between his long fingers and moved it away, “it is for a single of your missions only, then my Ásynja and I will be leaving.”

“The Lady may enjoy being a mighty hero yet, she is surely trouble enough for you, humm?” Thor teased and Loki’s heart sank. It had become a clear and vivid image in his mind, ever since you were taken, that you would no longer trust him and would instead differ your attention back to the Avengers. He could see you now, one of Stark’s ridiculously over engineered outfits slick to your beautiful body, a choice selection of gadgets and unnecessary technology bandaged around your wrists. He couldn’t stand even the thought of it, you were a powerful goddess and he’d never allow you to be disrespected as by these Midgardians.

“My darling, is a Goddess, far superior to the boorish and ridiculous concerns of Midgard.” Loki indulged himself, he moved his hand in a comforting circle on your back while you mumbled in your sleep, turning your body towards his with a soft smile. His worries eased, even at rest you turned to him, as he looked for you.

“If you believe so brother, well, then it must be true.” Thor grinned, “I shall help Stark while you stand guard for your Ásynja”

Loki, for once, bit his tongue, his only concern was your safety and comfort, and now that you were alone he could allow his shields to drop, his battle armour to fade into black, though he kept his daggers close about his person.

“Loki?” You whispered, lifting yourself enough to really look at him. He looked as tired as you felt, a swipe of purple below his blue green eyes. Concern faded into affection and his arms opened, inviting you fully into his welcoming embrace.

“Yes, my darling?” Loki smoothed a hand down your cheek, cradling you gently and turning your gaze to meet his.

“I’m glad you’re here, that we’re here together.” You whispered, nuzzling into him and inhaling the deep scent of amber and spice, sweet and deep and mysterious. Loki’s heart swelled, the worry that had been growing like a fire was banked for now, but still simmering in his thoughts. For now, he could enjoy your trust and he would deal with his promise to Stark later.

You missed Tønsberg, despite only spending a short time in the fishing village it had already gained a place in your heart, intrinsically entangled with your feelings for Loki, stronger now that you had been apart and seen the extent of his promise to you. He would keep you safe, and you believed him, the memory of his eyes, wild with fury as he killed your guard, the blood spilling across the floor, the metallic scent of it stinging your senses. Every time your traitorous heart doubted him you took yourself back to that moment, whenever your nightmares rattled you, you thought of his strong hands, clutching you so desperately.

The bedroom assigned to you in the compound was more luxurious and comfortable than it had been before, but it was thankfully still near enough to Loki’s room that you could easily see him whenever you wanted.

Despite your best attempts at making do, it wasn’t the same as your fantasies of a home in Tønsberg. Loki enjoyed fine things but, regardless of the images you’d seen on the television and the way the Avengers discussed him, he was not greedy. You had seen his home from across the bay, a modest stone built house that you hoped one day you would be able to explore. Not the glass and metal office block that the Avengers called home.

As you lay back on your bed, your belly full for the first time in weeks, your body clean and warm from your bath, wrapped in a soft cotton dressing gown, you were at least thankful for these small mercies . But you still didn’t feel comfortable.

Your mind called to him, uncontrollable and urgent, a request, a prayer and then, as if he had truly heard you, a knock on your door.

Scrambling to your feet you pulled your robe tighter around yourself and cracked open the door.

“Good evening,” Loki stood a step back from the door, hands held politely behind his back in a way that accentuated his broad shoulders, the lean muscles that crossed his chest pulled his t-shirt tight, showing off the extent of his godly strength, contained so casual beneath what you were sure was soft cotton.

“Hi, Loki,” you stepped back, allowing him to follow you into his room, though he waited near the door. Since your return, an awkward pall had fallen over you both, confusing the state of your relationship despite the way he’d kissed you during your rescue.

Loki, feeling guilty and culpable for your capture, had stayed mostly away, though he shot the most pining of looks in your direction whenever you were around. And you had inexpertly dodged any conversation that sought to solidify or label the way that you behaved around each other. There had been no official conversation and, to your own knowledge, you were either betrothed to or, worse, already married to a Lord of Vannaheim.

“I was passing by and wondered if you’d accompany me to dinner tonight?” Loki asked, formally, his face schooled to hide his worry.

You looked down at yourself, you’d been reluctant to get dressed properly since you returned. Even clothes feeling like a restriction, but you did want to go with Loki, you yearned to spend time in his presence again just to stop that roiling feeling that had been building inside of you.

“I’ve not got anything to wear,” you knew the excuse was lame and you cringed as you said it, but you wanted to see what he’d say, what he’d do, if this was how you had to be for a while.

“That’s no real concern, you and I can both create whichever luxury your heart desires.” Loki’s smile was indulgent, hiding his thoughts about all of the beautiful, alluring outfits he had planned when you came to him again, because he knew you would, even if he had to tease you back out of your shell.

“I know I should be able to but-” you sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “I’m having trouble with it again. I know I should just be able to remember, but it’s hard and, well, I was dressed up like a doll when I was locked up. I don’t want to be a doll.”

Loki crossed the room in long strides and then lowered himself to one knee before you. The ever confident God took your hands and held them close, tipping your chin up again. “You are not a doll. You are a Goddess, Ásynja, a Goddess and you will be and wear and look like whatever you choose. If you wish to accompany me to dinner in your robe, then so be it.”

Loki’s hand fluttered, revealing his own robe, although the green silk was very different to the pink terry cloth that you favoured. Unbidden your eyes drifted down the revealed v at his chest, and the long lines of his bare legs.

“I want to come with you, I just don’t feel like a Goddess.” You admitted, eyes fixed to his bare calves to hide your face from him.

“What would make you feel like a Goddess?”

“I like your cape, your cloak? It looks so regal, and I’ve been doing some reading about my mother, Brigid.” Tears welled in your eyes, when Brunnhilde had shown you your childhood on Asgard and you’d been drawn to the vision of your mother, but you hadn’t remembered her, not really. It had been such a long time since you’d seen her, and whatever spell they had cast or potion you’d been taking to suppress your memories had pushed her deep into the recesses of your mind. But she had worn a cape of green and blue, like rich sage and the rolling winter sea, and you wanted one too.

“If my Ásynja desires a cape, then a cape you shall have.”

Unlike the rune magic of your prison, Loki’s magic felt warm when it poured over you, as if you were submerging yourself in a warm bath of his attentions. Your robe was replaced with a thick velvet cape of deepest forest green velvet.

As it settled around you, Loki’s magic caressing you through every fibre, your own magic sang back. Quiet and shy, but determined, and you allowed it to swell over you body encasing you in a matching, silk, wrap dress, your magic flickered silver, tying a bow at your hip with a flourish.

Loki beamed at you, pride and pleasure at one in his handsome features. “Now you simply have to accompany me to dinner, a lady so beautiful shouldn’t have to be alone.” He held his arm out and you tucked your hand into his elbow, allowing him to lead you from the room.

Even if your fellow compound residents had wanted to comment on your dress, or on you leaving your room for the first time all week, one look from Loki would have silenced them as you walked through the common room. He commanded the space as if he ruled it and in an effort to keep pace with his long strides you could feel your posture lengthening, your shoulders back and head held him.

Walking through the bare, cold, halls of the compound normally felt so empty and uncanny, but wrapped in Loki’s colours you felt not just warm, but cared for. Protected. Loki himself had foregone his usual green and gold for the evening, choosing instead a sapphire blue suit.

Beside him you truly felt like you could be the Goddess he believed you were.

It seemed he was determined to treat you like a Goddess as well.

Where you had expected an Avengers town car, Loki had led you to his own Jaguar, so dark green it was almost black and with leather seats stitched with his insignia.

When you had anticipated a meal in the common room, Loki had booked a private room at an exclusive restaurant, it’s dining room dark and moody with only the flicker of candle light to illuminate the other diners.

And if you thought you were getting anything but the best, you were mistaken. Loki was the perfect gentleman, pulling out your chair and ensuring your glass was never empty. Before you could even worry about your past ordeal or what would come next, Loki was stroking your hand and kissing your palm.

“This is all, it’s a lot, Loki. It’s very nice, but I've never been somewhere like this before.” You whispered, worried about drawing the attention of the waitress hovering by the curtained doorway.

“I can assure you, my darling, you have lived a life of greater luxury than this.”

“I thought you couldn’t remember me either?”

“Our noble King deigned to share the memory of your afternoon together after you went missing and it sparked many memories for myself, and for Thor. I am quite sure you spent many years in the epitome of luxury, this is merely a detour on your way back to your throne.” He kissed the back of your hand again before sipping slowly on the rich red wine he’d ordered for you both.

“Don’t mention thrones for goodness sake, I wasn’t happy about it back then and I’m not entirely sure I want it now.” You scoffed.

Loki looked back at his menu nonchalantly, “and would you wish to stay with the Avengers instead?” He asked. He had yet to mention the deal he’d made when he secured their support in your rescue and, while he didn’t want to ruin your evening together, the truth would come out sooner or later.

“God no,” you scoffed and Loki watched as you chewed your thumb, scanning over the menu items and humming as you thought.

The heavy feeling that had been constricting his chest lightened, you’d been happy to see him, yes. But he’d felt hollow at the thought of you staying with the Avengers instead.

“So what do you want to do then?”

You shrugged, unsure, “gosh, Loki, who knows.”

“Did you like Tønsberg ?”

“Yes,”

“How would you like to stay with me then?” He smiled, extending his hand and his heart, waiting for you to say no and make the killing strike.

But no such blow arrived.

“I’d love that,” your smile was broad but soft, lighting your eyes, “let’s toast to it.” You held your glass out and rang it against Loki’s, falling into his stormy gaze, “when can we go?”

During your captivity you’d spent hours lying in bed dreaming of Tønsberg, of Loki and the life that you could have together and now it was really coming true.

“Well,” Loki pulled his glass back, setting it carefully to one side and folding his long fingers together. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Yes?” The way you looked at him made his chest tighten again, the excitement and trust in your eyes was unbearable.

“I required a certain amount of…support, when I came to find you.” He started and you continued to smile gently, cupping your chin in your palm, he watched your eyelashes brush against your cheek and wished he could kiss you there instead. “And the Avengers gave their support - however,” he kept talking, cutting you off so he could keep his momentum now that he was finally going to admit the truth, “however, I did have to make certain bargains with Stark that include…working for them, both of us working for them.”

“Working for them?” You sat back in your chair, the candle light picking out the creases in your frown. “I hadn’t made any decision about that really - not until you asked me just now. Why even mention it if I don’t have a choice?”

Norns, he was losing you, you were angry and rightly so, the thought of working with those self righteous show oafs was awful

“I wanted you to know that you have other options, there’s no call for you to rely on them if you have other plans or ambitions. There will always be a place for you in Tønsberg - there will always be a place for you with me.” He ended, eyes pleading for you to understand.

“Then I suppose I’d better honour whatever deal you made with Stark and - and I think you will have to honour your deal with me, because I want to go with you when this is all over, I don’t trust them anymore.”

You took his hand, squeezing it hard enough that his ring dug into his finger, a reminder of your devotion and his stupidity for ever doubting you. Despite oceans of time, the width of the galaxy and the work of his father you were still together, and still strong.

“I’m glad you came to my room tonight.” You whispered, leaning closer over the small table to press a kiss to his cheek, the smell of your perfume filling his senses. Beneath your lips, Loki’s skin was soft and warm, your nose brushing against his sharp cheekbone before pulling back to press your lips against his ear. “I can’t wait for you to take me back there.”

“I see you’re feeling bold tonight, Ásynja.” He growled back, his hand behind your head when you tried to pull back, instead he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, his lips slotting against your own as if you were always meant to fit together.

“Why wait?”

“What?”

Before you could think, familiar hands tugged you back, gliding down your shoulders to your arms and keeping you pinned in your chair.

“Be good for us, my darling.” Loki purred, picking up his glass again and swirling the wine around inside, idly watching it dribble back into the glass while your heart hammered in your chest.

“Us?”

You had known, instinctively, but turning your head to see the vision of another Loki still made you start. The last time such a vision had appeared to you they had been cruel and something deep inside twisted with fear. The vision loosened their grip in response, trailing their fingers up and down the delicate skin on the inside of your wrist until they felt your heartbeat slow again.

“I know what they did to you in that tower, I know the sorts of powers and tortures men like that find amusing.” There was a furious edge to Loki’s voice that you’d heard many times, usually aimed at your fellow housemates. “I know what they did and I want to show you that I am always yours, my darling, my Ásynja, and that any image of me belongs to you wholly.”

The vision began placing the softest of kisses up the column of your neck. Mere brushes of their lips that tingled with magic.

“I belong to you, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that every facet of me brings only pleasure and never pain.” The vision kissed you again, teeth gently nipping your pulse point, “well, only pleasurable pain.” He winked.

“Oh - OH - I believe you.”

Heat was pooling between your legs, liquid and languid, it flowed through your veins to the ethereal Loki that was teasing you so thoroughly, barely touching you but lighting sparks of electricity that flowed through your veins.

Before you the tablecloth rustled and your chair moved, squeaking on the parquet floor, until your legs were hidden under the neatly pressed fabric. “Loki - oh my - fuck!”

Across the table, Loki smirked, below it, his duplicate had parted your legs and pushed his face between your thighs. Where the first was delicate and teasing, the second was rough and needy, lapping stripes along the already damp gusset of your panties before holding them aside with one long finger and burying his tongue inside of you.

“Fuck? Yes, that is the general idea, my darling.” He relaxed back into his chair, enjoying the view of your writhing body, his own hands itching to touch you. Through his illusions he could feel the trembling of your legs, the heat of your skin and the delicious ambrosia hidden between your thighs. But it was merely a hint, a scent, rather than the taste and he wished to feel his sense with you.

With a wave of his hands the sensations vanished and your eyes shot open to see him before you, a God, resplendent in his tight Asgardian leather, the shine of rich forest green seemed endless in the candlelight, as if you could fall into him and be lost forever.

“I must have you again, Ásynja, my darling, my Estrid, my goddess.” He held his right hand out, the left tucked formally behind his back.

“You have all of me too, Loki, my Prince, my God.” You placed your hand in his and in a flash you were in his arms, his hands splayed across your back holding you close and you allowed your hands to slide up his firm biceps to his shoulders. “Take me home so we can worship each other.”

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lokimobius · 3 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @elodiah & @insomniaflarrow <3

Nothing to see here, just your average archives activities...

“Here, hold this for me,” he instructed, placing the tie firmly into Loki’s palm. Loki accepted it, swallowing hard as he watched Mobius’ hands move towards his shirt. “Oh, so you do follow orders.” Mobius teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he began to unbutton the top few buttons of Loki's shirt. “Shut up.” Loki snapped, though there was no real malice in his voice, which only made Mobius grin wider. Taking a deep breath, Loki looked away and, feeling a bit impatient, said, “Stop looking so pleased with yourself and just get on with it, will you?” “Such impatience.” Mobius tsked. Loki let out an exaggerated sigh. “Wouldn’t you feel the same if you were in my position?” “I thought you said you could keep quiet?” Mobius reminded him with a sly smile. “Why don’t you take some initiative and actually—” In one swift motion, Mobius grabbed the hand that was gripping Loki's tie and pinned it against the shelf just above Loki's head.

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thosegayoldmen · 9 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags! @elodiah @andthekitchensinkao3 @kcscribbler

Here's a bit more of the SSS snippet me and @ghoulehhh have been working on! This is directly after that part, so if you wanna piece them together you can read that one first 🤭😋

(Slightly NSFW, blood mention)

His fingers carry on downward, past his collar bone, fluttering over his exposed chest. He catches a nipple, letting out a small, sigh-like groan, before pressing his fingers into the flesh of his pec with intent. “Again. Here.” Loki breathes out, his tone firm and commanding, even as he lays sprawled out in total submission beneath the creature treating him like a succulent buffet. “You don’t tell me what to do, sweetheart,” the silver-haired vampire purrs, a soft, mischievous glint in his eye as his gaze follows every movement of those teasing fingers to their ultimate destination. No malice or aggression, just playfulness. “What if I wasn’t done up here, huh?” And he leans down, the shaggy, unkempt fringe of his hair obscuring some of his face as he gently drags his teeth against the still-sensitive skin. Loki opens his mouth to protest but he doesn't manage it, his train of thought halted by the feeling, a shudder running down his spine. As tempting as it is to follow Loki’s instruction, Mobius is having too much fun being a tease. And really - he’s intrigued by the display of healing power here. How could he not be? His tongue slips out, then drags along the line of Loki’s neck, determined not to waste any of that smeared blood. It’s too precious. “You sure do heal up fast…” Mobius mutters against the now fully closed wound, no damage to be found. He sighs as he finally pulls back, but not before pressing a parting kiss to the crook. He wipes at the spot, nothing but clear, unmarked skin once the red is wiped away. “I do… and there's much more to be had down here,” Loki purrs in promise, flashing Mobius a toothy grin full of confidence as he looks down at him, eyes hooded alluringly.

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mrsdesade · 2 years ago

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golden frames and watercolor (headcanons of a museum date with Loki)

Timeline: after Thor Ragnarok TW: no one Pairing: Loki x female!y/n Note: I always thought about Loki being fascinated by human art and poetry, so what is going to happen If you decide to bring him to a museum date? Let's see!

he's so curious when you tell him that you've organised something special just for the two of us for the day

but he was offended when you revealed him that you paid for his ticket, he still has difficult to accept gifts event from you (but inside he's melting and he's so grateful)

when Loki leads you through the museum, his hidden malice is evident in the way he points out subtle details in the artworks

when you both pause in front of a surrealist painting, he offers an unconventional interpretation that leaves you both laughing

"My dear, look, the art of deception. These paintings tell stories, just like you and I."

"Hopefully, our story has a happier ending than some of these artworks."

always hold your hand as you navigate through the art-filled halls

when you find a hidden corner in the museum, Loki conjures a small illusion, and make the painting looks animated just for seeing your eyes shining in admiration

with his enchantments he deactivated the alarm and let you touch the canvas so you can feel the ancient texture

you can catch him looking silently at some little painting, realizing that even the God of Mischief can be captivated by simple beauty

"Loki, I never thought I'd see you admire a watercolor."

"Watercolor has a delicate beauty, much like... vulnerability. Don't tell anyone I said that."

he's mesmerized by all the golden frames full of baroques details, at the point he wants to buy some for himself

"Would you like me to buy one of these my dear?"

"LOKI THIS IS AN ORIGINAL FRAGONARD."

he might challenges you to a friendly competition of finding the most beautiful canvas (of course he's going to support only his opinion)

he definitely wraps his long coat around your shoulders as you both explore a section of the museum with a chill in the air

sometimes he whispering you how beautiful you are, just to making you smile and adding a bit of sweetness

"These paintings capture the essence of mortals and their fleeting emotions."

"Is that a hint of sentiment I detect, Loki?"

"Sentiment? No, just an observation. Though, I must admit, the company does add a certain warmth to the experience."

as you explore a contemporary art exhibit, Loki playfully mimics some of the avant-garde poses of the sculptures, making you laugh

spotting an interactive exhibit, Loki challenges you to a friendly game of art-related trivia, showcasing his extensive knowledge with a mischievous grin

when you both stumble upon a live art performance, Loki, appreciating the theatrics, subtly incorporates some magical effects to enhance the experience

If the museum has a VR art installation, and you insist on trying it together he's going to make fun of you because he thought it's something just for children, but then he's going to try it just for you

"I can do thousands times better with my magic, how could you enjoy such a simple thing? It's like a little TV too close to your eyes."

in a quiet moment he create with magic two sketchbooks and pencils, inviting you to sketching together, each capturing your unique perspectives on the exhibits

you come across a mirror exhibit, and Loki can't resist making a few illusions within the mirrors, creating a mesmerizing dance of reflections

"Loki, do you have a favorite piece so far?"

"Much like love, art is a complex emotion. But that landscape over there has a certain charm."

as the day comes to a close, Loki surprises you with a classic red rose and something bought at the art shop just for you, it's his way to thank you for the date together

the funny thing is that you bought something for him as well (probably a book of poetry) so it's a funny moment of you two exchanging gifts outside the museum

"But...you know dear, mixed with silence, there was a certain chaos inside this building."

"Are you referring to the art exhibition or our relationship?

"Perhaps both. Chaos keeps things interesting."

the results is that from that day, he started to bringing you to all most famous museums on Earth

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darknight3904 · 2 years ago

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The Dress

Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Asgard 1971 A.D. (Thor 26, Loki 26, Astri 24)

"I think she'll wear green, brother," Thor said

"Why does it matter what she wears?" Loki asked dismissively

Thor smiled knowingly at his younger brother who was sipping at his wine pretending not to hide his face in his beverage.

"Oh, it does not. Not to me at least. The last time she wore green I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head." Thor teased

Thor's words continued to bounce around in Loki's head all day and into the night. He hadn't seen much of Astri today since she was sparring with Sif and then practicing some new magic technique with his mother. They hadn't had lessons together in years after she and Loki got in a fight which ended in Frigga's favorite vase breaking and Loki's ego feeling rather bruised when Astri refused to talk to him for a week. He hadn't meant to antagonize her but his jealousy got the better of him and after she had been able to successfully multiply herself faster than him he had let out a string of insults which ended after he brought up her mother and father. Astri had shot him across his mother's chambers so fast that he barely had time to blink.

"Say another word, Loki and I'll toss you from the balcony next." Astri's voice was dripping in malice as her hands were still glowing their soft blue hue her magic put out.

"I'd like to see you try," Loki had quickly quipped back righting himself while Frigga demanded they cease their actions at once

Astri's hands had glowed once more and this time he went to the other side of the room and into his mother's favorite vase, a gift from his father when they married.

Loki tossed and turned now in his bed, wishing he had been at whatever lesson his mother had been teaching today. No, it wasn't because he wanted to be better at whatever was being taught. He liked seeing Astri's face light up whenever she got something right. He had seen it often when they were children when learning about the history of Asgard in their shared classes.

A quiet knock sounded, interrupting his nightly brooding. Loki removed himself from the pile of blankets and pillows he slept with nightly and pulled the door open to reveal Astri and a tall stack of books.

"I missed seeing you today so I figured I'd come to you." She explained entering his room without even asking and tossing the books onto his already overflowing desk.

"It's very late, Astri." Loki sighed trying to pretend that he was tired and not at all happy to see her.

"So? We used to sneak into Thor's room and then hang him from the ceiling by his toes around this time when we were younger." She pointed out before selecting a book and jumping onto his bed

"Yes, we did. But..." Loki trailed off eyeing her legs that were exposed by her night dress moving up as she got comfortable among his many pillows

"Why do you have so many pillows? It's kind of impractical." She said utterly missing his wandering eyes

Loki felt a lump rise in his throat as she tossed a pillow towards him to get his attention as if he wasn't always watching whenever she entered the room.

"Are you gonna put on a shirt and come over here or keep standing there?" She asked

Right. Clothes. He fumbled for the shirt he had discarded on the floor before climbing into bed hours earlier. He tried to calm his nerves before sliding under the covers next to her. One of his many pillows was squished behind her acting as back support while she began to explain the plot of whatever book she had chosen for their evening. Loki watched as her long hair moved while she gestured to the hand-drawn pictures of a large mountain on the first page. Her hair had always been mesmerizing for him. Even as a child, he had been interested in it, pulling at it for fun and just to get her attention. The result had been Astri cutting her hair up so it was chin length so she could avoid Loki's mean hands. Now, it was long again, streaming over her shoulders and down past her chest. God don't look at her chest!

"Are you even listening to me?" She asked suddenly, reaching out to flick his forehead.

"Of course." He lied, moving her hand away from him.

"Then what just happened in this book?" She asked

Loki smiled before gently taking the book from her hands and setting it aside.

"Does it matter? Why don't you show me what my mother taught you today?" He asked, leaning towards her

"Are you going to get angry if you can't do it yourself?" She asked

"No, of course not. That time I wasn't angry at you...I was upset with myself." He admitted

"I know..." She softly said reaching for his hand with her smaller ones

"So what did you learn today?" He asked letting her play with his fingers

"Well I didn't succeed but Frigga was trying to teach me how to take over others' bodies." She responded a little sadly

"Ah, enchantment. I've read about it." He nodded

"Can you do it?" She asked

"No. Not yet." He said, "I've tried on Thor in the past."

Astri nodded and looked back down at his hand in hers.

"What are you wearing at tomorrow's festival?" He asked suddenly

"Wouldn't you like to know," Astri smirked

"I would actually," Loki replied

"Why? Scared we'll show up in matching dresses?" She laughed

"Perhaps." Loki softly said

"Guess you'll just have to wait and find out." Astri smiled

Loki woke the next morning to a stiff left arm and a slightly sore neck. The cause of the issues? Astri had fallen asleep next to him last night. She had convinced him to read to her and then proceeded to fall asleep almost immediately despite insisting she was not tired. He tried to slowly move her head off his arm and to the pillow next to her but instead was met with an ugly groan as she awoke.

"What're you doing I thought it was your turn to read." She groggily said

"Yes, it was my turn but you fell asleep mere moments after I began." He said standing up from the bed

"Impossible, I wasn't even tired." She yawned before glancing out the glass doors that led to the balcony, "Damn it."

"It's alright, no one's perfect." He assured, "Except perhaps me."

A large pillow came flying in his general direction before smacking the wall to his right.

"Awful throw." Loki commended

This time, another one came flying and it hit him in the stomach with a surprisingly strong force.

"I win." Astri declared before slumping back into the bed and pulling the covers around her.

"You can't go back to bed, Astri," Loki said

"Sure I can. Watch me." She responded, her voice muffled by the pillow under her

"Today marks the beginning of the festivities for the Winter Solstice." Loki reminded

Another loud groan came from the cocoon of blankets that was his friend before she unceremoniously removed herself from the bed.

"I'll see you later I guess." She said walking towards the door "I hope your dress is as nice as mine."

"It'll be far better," Loki said seriously

Astri just shook her head and laughed as Loki shut the door behind her.

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"It appears I was wrong, brother," Thor said amid sips of his drink

Of course, he had been wrong, Thor was always wrong. Astri wasn't in green but rather a light blue and silver one, and somehow this one was even more breathtaking than her green one. Loki watched her greet Sif and the other noble women who stood around in small groups while they chattered about unknown topics. Loki felt his legs moving without even a thought towards her as they finally made eye contact.

"Loki, where is your matching dress?" Astri teased

"I must have left it behind in my room." He breathed "You look...good." Damn. Why did he stop at just good?

"Thank you. Frigga has a good eye. Astri smiled

Loki glanced around the room, searching for his mother.

"Looking for me?" Her voice suddenly said from behind him

"Mother." He greeted

"Astri, come we want to show you something." A noble lady had looped her arm with Astri's and pulled her away from Loki.

"Do you like her dress? I helped pick it." Frigga smiled

"Of course I like it," Loki admitted

"Good. Then you should have no problem dancing with her." Frigga said before gently pushing her son towards where her ward had walked "Don't forget to complement her hair!"

Normally, the heat at festivals never affected Loki. But, as he approached Astri again he swore he felt himself break out in a sweat. The instruments of the entertainers his father had summoned to the palace seemed twenty times louder as he held his hand out to Astri.

"Lady Astri." He finally found his voice, " May I have the honor of a dance?"

Thor's eyes scanned the room, he was looking for his brother who had left his side the moment their childhood friend had entered the room. What surprised him though was that Loki wasn't just speaking to Astri as he normally did but instead leading her to the dance floor among other couples. He couldn't help but smile as he watched his younger brother smoothly lead the clumsy Astri in a traditional dance they had learned when they were younger.

Astri felt as if a thousand eyes were on her as Loki led the dance. As they spun, she could see Frigga's smiling face among so many other noble Asgardians.

"You're rather stiff." Loki pointed out

"It feels like everyone is watching us." She said, her voice barely above a whisper

"That is because they are." Loki smiled down at her, "They're all watching you."

Astri felt her face redden as Loki's drew closer to hers. She tried to focus on anything but his words and his bright blue eyes that stared into hers.

"You know, I love the way you look in green." Loki said "But this..."

She felt his hand gently squeeze at her waist.

"You're stunning in blue, Astri."

Astri swore it was out of embarrassment that she hid her face in his shoulder while his frame lightly shook from laughter. When she unburied her face, he was still looking at her with that intense gaze of his.

"Don't let it go to your head." He joked

Instead of quipping back she just nodded and pressed herself closer to him, wishing for the moment to never end.

I drabbled in Loki's POV a little more for this part. Also, the Attack on Titan finale still has me on the floor. Like, I knew what would happen in the end but seeing it all animated in front of me is a whole different thing. I listened to Lover by Taylor Swift while writing the dancing scene so if you want to set the tone, there you go. Also, starting in the next chapter I will be beginning to follow the plot of the first Thor movie. This means that the plot will be more cohesive and that updates might take longer since I won't just be writing from my imagination but instead sticking to what the MCU says is canon. Hope you are enjoying the story so far!

Astri's Dress

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nenekobasu · 8 months ago

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earlier kaiser had abandoned his ego (malice), so when kaiser this chapter has thoughts like "hammer in malice!" i can only think, "oh, he's not quite there yet"

this time kaiser just says "malice" without ego, so i think that supports the idea that kaiser right now doesn't have an ego. noa said "fight that ego" in ch.261 before kaiser threw away his own, and now (in ch.278) he says he came here to develop kaiser's ego— again, kaiser needs to find a new ego to supplement the loss of his malice (neo-egoist)

right now i think he's making a mistake by clinging onto the vestiges of his malice (and loki blocks it— god's way of telling him he's on the wrong track) but i also really like that he clings to it, as i think it's this manga’s way of communicating that, even for people like kaiser who can reinvent themselves in one scene, letting go of the past completely can be difficult

(i guess isagi, who is someone who can easily let go of the past, is the only one worthy of being blue lock's chosen protagonist…? but blue lock's relationship to "the past" is muddied somewhat)

#kaiserposting

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galaxysupreme17 · 8 months ago

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The Young Avengers Vs Loki

Y/n = Your Name

The night was cold, and the streets of New York City were unusually quiet, but the Young Avengers were anything but calm. Loki had returned, and the god of mischief was wasting no time making his presence known. Y/n Maximoff-Harkness, the 17-year-old daughter of Agatha Harkness and Wanda Maximoff, stood alongside her team in the Avengers Tower briefing room. A hologram of the city displayed a series of magical traps scattered across key locations.

"We have to be fast," Y/n said, glancing at the map with a furrowed brow. "Loki's not messing around this time."

Her twin brothers, Tommy and Billy, flanked her, both exchanging anxious glances. Yelena leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her usual bravado giving way to a flicker of concern. Kate Bishop, Peter Parker, and James Rogers were gathered around the table, their faces set in determination.

"Okay, team," Kate said, breaking the tension. "What's the plan? We can't just wander into his traps blind."

"We need to split up," Y/n suggested, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling inside her. "We can cover more ground that way and disarm the traps before they cause any chaos."

"Let's get to it then," Peter chimed in, adjusting his web-shooters. "We don't have all night."

"Agreed," Y/n replied, steeling herself. She could feel her purple magic pulsating under her skin, a reminder of her heritage and the weight of expectations that came with it.

The first trap awaited them in Central Park. As the team arrived, the trees loomed overhead, casting eerie shadows. The air crackled with magical energy. In the center of the park stood a seemingly innocuous fountain, but Y/n could sense the dark magic swirling around it.

"Careful," she warned, stepping forward. "It's linked to a time spell. If we mess this up, we could get trapped in a time loop."

"Great, a never-ending trip to the park," Yelena muttered, rolling her eyes but taking the threat seriously.

Y/n extended her hands, feeling the soft purple glow of her magic come to life. "Tommy, I need you to scout the area for any hidden traps while I analyze this one. Billy, help me stabilize the magic once we start disarming it."

Tommy sped around the fountain, checking for any additional dangers while Billy concentrated on channeling his magic. Y/n could feel the intricate layers of the spell, each one woven like a delicate thread.

"Alright, on three," Y/n said, her heart racing. "One... two... three!"

With a deep breath, she unleashed her magic, a brilliant wave of purple light washing over the fountain. The spell began to unravel before her, but just as she thought they had it under control, a torrent of water shot up, creating a swirling vortex.

"Peter!" Y/n shouted. "Catch it before it collapses!"

Peter swung into action, webbing the vortex as it threatened to spiral out of control. "I've got it!" he yelled, pulling it together with sheer willpower.

With a final burst of energy, Y/n focused and disarmed the trap. The vortex collapsed harmlessly into a pool of water. The team let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Nice work, Y/n!" Kate cheered, giving her a high-five.

But their moment of victory was short-lived. A familiar voice echoed through the park, smooth and mocking.

"Well done, little witch."

Y/n stiffened, recognizing the taunting tone. Loki materialized beside a tree, a smirk plastered across his face. "But tell me, do you really think you can outwit me? You're not your mothers, after all."

Her heart sank, his words digging into her insecurities. "I don't need to be them. I'm good enough on my own," Y/n replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

Loki laughed, a sound full of malice. "Are you? Because from where I'm standing, you seem like a child playing with powers far beyond your control."

Before Y/n could respond, Loki vanished in a flash of green light, leaving behind an echoing chuckle that sent chills down her spine.

The traps kept coming. The Young Avengers faced more magical challenges-each one more treacherous than the last. In Times Square, they encountered a portal that nearly sucked them into an alternate dimension, forcing Y/n to conjure protective shields. In the subway, they fought off enchanted creatures that sprang from the shadows, using their powers in concert to fend them off.

With every challenge, Y/n felt Loki's taunting presence hovering just out of reach. His words echoed in her mind, planting seeds of doubt about her abilities and her identity. "You'll never live up to them, little witch. You're nothing more than a shadow."

Despite the growing unease, Y/n continued to lead her team. They made a formidable force-Tommy's speed, Billy's magic, and Peter's quick thinking complemented her own abilities perfectly. Kate's archery skills and Yelena's combat expertise rounded out the team, allowing them to navigate through each obstacle.

The final trap awaited them in the heart of the city-a massive illusion that made the entire block feel like a maze of mirrors, with Loki's voice whispering from every direction.

"Give up, Y/n. You'll never beat me."

Y/n stood in the center of the maze, her team scattered around her. The reflections twisted and distorted, creating an overwhelming sense of confusion. Her heart raced, and the pressure of Loki's words pushed against her like a physical weight.

"I can't... I can't do this," Y/n whispered, her voice cracking.

But then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her brothers. Tommy, with his usual enthusiasm, flashed her a thumbs-up. Billy stood tall, his blue eyes steady and reassuring. "You've got this, Y/n. Remember what you did before."

The encouragement reignited a spark within her. She looked at her friends, each of them counting on her. "No. I'm not giving up," she declared, her voice gaining strength. "We're in this together."

Y/n closed her eyes, focused on the warm energy swirling within her, and summoned every ounce of magic she could muster. A brilliant purple glow surged from her hands, illuminating the maze. The mirrors cracked and shattered one by one, and in the center of the destruction stood Loki, his smirk faltering.

"Clever girl," he muttered, surprise etched across his face.

With newfound confidence, Y/n stepped forward, determined. "I'm not just my mothers' daughter. I'm Y/n Maximoff-Harkness, and I've got my own magic."

Before Loki could respond, she raised her hands and formed a spell in the air. "This ends now!"

With a flash of purple light, Y/n trapped Loki in his own illusion. His laughter turned to frustration as he found himself ensnared, the reflection of his own tricks turned against him.

As the night came to an end, Y/n stood on the rooftop of the Avengers Tower, gazing out over the city lights that twinkled like stars against the dark sky. The adrenaline from the night's adventure still coursed through her veins, but she couldn't shake the nagging doubts that lingered from Loki's taunts.

She didn't notice Wanda and Agatha until they stepped into the shadows beside her, both watching her with pride.

"You did well tonight," Wanda said softly, her voice warm with approval.

Y/n turned to her mothers, surprised and touched. "You were watching?"

"Of course," Agatha replied, her tone light but firm. "We wanted to see how you handled yourself."

Y/n's heart swelled with a mix of pride and apprehension. "I... I didn't know if I was good enough."

"Good enough?" Wanda laughed, the sound filled with love. "You were brilliant. You took charge and protected your team. You didn't need us to prove how strong you are."

Agatha stepped forward, her expression serious yet kind. "You faced Loki's manipulation head-on and emerged stronger. That's more than any of us could have done at your age."

Y/n smiled, feeling the warmth of their love and support surround her. But still, the shadows of doubt lingered. "What if I'm not as powerful as you both? What if I can't live up to your legacies?"

Wanda wrapped her arm around Y/n's shoulders, pulling her into a warm embrace. "Sweetheart, it's not about living up to our legacies. It's about creating your own. You're finding your path, and it's unique to you."

"Exactly," Agatha added, her eyes glinting with pride. "You're Y/n, and you're learning to wield your magic in ways that suit you. It's not a competition."

As Y/n absorbed their words, she felt the weight of her insecurities begin to lift. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely," Wanda said, kissing Y/n's forehead. "Just remember that every step you take is a step towards becoming who you're meant to be."

With a newfound sense of determination, Y/n stood taller. "Thanks, Mom. Both of you."

As they watched the city from the rooftop, Y/n realized that while she had more to learn, she was on her way to becoming her own hero. And in that moment, surrounded by the love of her family, she felt more powerful than ever.

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fatkish · 1 month ago

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Seed of Yggdrasil pt. 5

Y/n’s POV)

The next morning I woke up and took a bath before getting dressed and standing outside Loki’s bedroom doors. “Loki, are you in there?” I knocked. After a few moments, Loki opened the door and greeted me. “Morning y/n, was there something you needed?” Loki asked. “Well I was hoping I could take you up on that offer of yours to show me Asgard’s wildlife.” I replied as I held my hands behind my back. I was swinging side to side slowly as Loki gave some thought to my request. “Alright, just wait one moment and I’ll be right out.” He said. I waited patiently for a few minutes before the door open and Loki exited and began to walk down the hall. I followed him as he lead us through the palace and towards the stables. “Do you know how to ride a horse?” Loki asked. “I’ve seen it done but I’ve never actually done so myself, is it that hard?” I asked. A stable boy noticed Loki and bowed before quickly turning and grabbing a thick blanket, saddle and reins and headed towards a specific paddock. “Would you like me to teach you?” Loki asked. I looked at him with a smile, “only if it’s not a bother for you.” I replied. “Nonsense, I’d be happy to, mostly because there’s a chance I might get to see you get thrown off of the horse.” Loki smirked back at me.

I could tell there was no real malice in Loki’s statement, it’s just the kind of humor he has. The stable boy returned holding the lead of a large beautiful black Friesian stallion, leading the horse over to us. “I’ve prepared your horse my prince, is there anything else I can do for you?” The boy nervously asked. “Yes there is, prepare one of the more docile and beginner friendly mares.” Loki spoke with such stern authority befitting of a prince. “Yes my prince.” The young stable boy bowed and quickly returned to the stables and came out a few moments later leading a white mare with grey dapples all over her body and dark grey feathering around her hooves. She had a pure white face with black around her nose and mouth. She was beautiful and breathtaking, as I slowly approached her, she flicked her ears and tail before shaking her head. Perhaps he could sense my nervousness but decided not to say much about it. “You can pet her you know, like this, just take your hand and gently run it down her neck” Loki guided as he took my hand and gently showed me how to pet the mare. “She’s beautiful. They’re both beautiful.” I sighed more to myself as I ran my hand down the mare’s neck.

“What do you know of proper horse etiquette?” Loki quizzed as he watched me pet the mare. “I know not to run up to horse, walk towards them slowly or else you might spook them and risk getting either yourself, the horse, or others nearby hurt. Also, never just walk up directly behind a horse. When walking behind a horse, always hold out a hand and make sure the horse knows you’re there and be mindful not to spook them or else you’re asking to get kicked.” I replied with a proud smile. Loki smiled, “very good. Do you know how to properly mount a horse or do you need assistance?” Loki questioned. “I just put one foot in the stirrup and grab the saddle and swing my other leg over, right?” I asked as I looked at Loki to check if I was right. “Yes, can you manage it by yourself?” “I think so” “then go ahead and try.” Loki stood back but remained close in case I fell. I grabbed the saddle horn and put one foot in the stirrup before jumping and slightly pulling myself up before swinging my other leg over the saddle. “Congratulations, now do you know how to properly steer a horse?” Loki asked as he rode his horse over to my side, having already mounted his. “Um… all I know for certain is that you pull on the reins to stop and gently kick the horse’s side to make them move.” I replied. “Alright, grab ahold of the reins, now when you want the horse to move right, pull the reins to the right, if you want the horse to go left, pull to the left, if you want the horse to move faster, flick the reins and give the horse’s side a little kick. Think you’ve got it?” Loki looked at me as he asked. “I think I do” I hesitantly replied. “Alright, follow me, I won’t go too fast so if you need help just ask.” Loki kindly replied before ushering his horse forward.

As Loki’s horse began to trot away, I held the mare’s reins and gave them a flick and slightly nudged her sides with my feet. As she began to walk I slightly jolted forward before getting my bearings. As Loki began to ride away from the stables and towards town I made sure to follow closely. As we entered the town, most people would move out of our way and bow before continuing on their way. After going through the town and entering a field of tall grass, Loki began to lead us down a thin dirt path leading into the mountains. Loki would look back every now and then to check on me and make sure I didn’t need any help or was falling too far behind. As we entered the forest, the terrain became more rugged and the path began to wind and curve through the woods. “Careful, the path ahead is slightly more rugged and it gets steeper so be careful and hold on tight.” Loki informed as our horses climbed through the steep and rough terrain. After about 30 minutes, we were deep into the woods of the mountains before Loki stopped and dismounted his horse. I pulled back on the reins and my horse stopped, Loki had lead his horse over to a tree and tied the reins to the tree before leading my horse over to his and doing the same. I dismounted my horse but slipped slightly causing me to nearly fall but Loki quickly caught me.

“Thanks.” I replied but Loki held a finger to his lips indicating for me to be quiet. He walked through the forest and into the brush before looking back and waving me over with his hand. I quietly followed him as he lead us through the forest’s undergrowth and thick foliage before I started to hear the sound of running water. After a few minutes with the sound growing louder, Loki quietly knelt down behind a bush and motioned for me to kneel next to him. He then pulled back the foliage to reveal a beautiful stream and a small opening in the forest, but that’s not what caught my eye. In front of us, feeding on the grass and leaves of the undergrowth was a herd of wild Asgardian elk. There were about 30 of them in total, most were female but a few had antlers. But one of the males, the lead buck, had massive antlers that resembled small branches. The elk had no idea we were here watching them, they just peacefully ate while we watched. It was so amazing.

Loki’s POV)

I knelt beside y/n, simply watching them observe the elks with such wonder and appreciation. It’s almost as if they were a child with the way they were so entranced and captivated by sight. They looked so innocent, it’s hard to believe that they were actually over a thousand years old. When was the last time anyone had ever had such a fond look in their eyes when they were seeing something I showed them? When was the last time someone had given me their undivided attention without having ulterior motives? When was the last time someone looked at me the way y/n does, with eyes that held no trace of distrust, skepticism or weariness? When was the last time I had a friendly relationship with someone, someone who trusted me and treated me like anything other than a deceitful villain? I had forgotten what it felt like to be treated and regarded as a ‘good person’. For so long, everyone around me has kept their distance, with the exception of my mother Frigga, even Thor keeps himself at a distance, though I doubt the oaf actually realizes it. Everyone on Asgard sees me as the wicked, lying, trickster prince, only showing me respect due to my title. When was the last time someone actually saw me for who I am, instead of my title as the prince, or trickster god? What does y/n truly think of me? And why do they continue to stand up for me, what is it that they see in me? I refuse to believe that there isn’t some ulterior motive behind y/n’s kindness.

After a few more minutes of watching the elk, y/n turned to me. “Loki, will you teach me how to fight?” They asked. Well this sure came out of blue, I wasn’t expecting them to ask me that. “Why do you ask?” I could help but be skeptical of y/n. With a sigh, y/n divulged, “I might be powerful, but for all the power that I have, it can only do so much. I want to be able to protect the people I care about. One day, there will come a time where I have to fight and I won’t be able to use my power, I want to be able to fight tooth and nail for what I believe in. Will you please teach me?” Try as I might, I couldn’t detect anything other than genuine sincerity in y/n. “If that is truly what you wish, then I’ll teach you. But don’t expect me to go easy on you.” I replied. “I wouldn’t want you to.” Y/n smiled as they stood up and walked back over to the horses. I stood up and walked over and untied the horses before handing y/n the mare’s reins and mounting my horse. “Hey Loki, wanna race?” Y/n asked cheekily. I smirked down at them as they mounted their horse. “Are you sure that’s a wise idea?” I questioned as I raised a brow. Y/n smiled back at me, “what, afraid that I’ll beat you with my less than a day of experience?” They retorted. Oh, so that’s how they want to play this, I created an illusion of me to stay behind and distract y/n as I ushered my horse forward and began to ride back to the stables. After a minute I looked back and saw that y/n was behind me a ways, clearly amused.

As we raced back towards the stables, I couldn’t help but feel joy. It had been so long since I genuinely enjoyed spending time with someone. But I can’t let myself get too close to y/n, I cannot and will not allow them to manipulate me for whatever purpose they intend. I could see the stables in the distance and as I got closer, I made sure to get my horse to slow down, y/n however, didn’t. When I reached the stables, I brought my horse to a slow stop, just in time to watch y/n bring the mare to an abrupt stop and end up flying over the mare’s head and falling onto the ground face down. For a brief moment, I didn’t know whether to be concerned or to laugh, but a small chuckle escaped my lips and I dismounted my horse before walking over to y/n. I looked down at them and made sure to maintain a calm expression, “are you alright?” I asked. Y/n turned over and looked up at the sky, “you saw that didn’t you?” They asked. “Yes I did.” I replied. Y/n covered their face with their hands and groaned as I chuckled slightly. The stable boy came over and lead our horses back into the stable and began to remove their saddles. I held a hand out for y/n which they grabbed as I pulled them up to their feet. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up, then, I’ll teach you how to fight.” I said as I began walking back to the palace. Y/n quickly began to follow me almost like a duckling follows its mother.

Y/n’s POV)

After that embarrassing incident, I followed Loki back to the palace and went to my room to clean the dirt off my face. After I got cleaned up and changed into some sport shorts and a tank top that Pepper bought me, I left my room and saw Loki waiting for me by my door. “Are you ready?” Loki asked. “To probably have my butt kicked, not really.” I replied causing Loki to smirk. Loki turned around and lead us to a secluded area outside the palace where he could teach me to fight. He turned towards me and tossed me a wooden sword. “Alright, pick that up. Let’s begin by you showing me your fighting stance.” He smoothly ordered. I picked up the sword and stood with my feet spread apart and my knees slightly bent. “Hmm, not bad… but-“ Loki commented as he slowly approached me. He then quickly jabbed me in the stomach hard. “You’re leaving yourself open. You need to have a stance that allows you to easily defend as well as attack. First, we’ll work on your defensive abilities then we’ll work on your offensive abilities.” Loki instructed. I nodded at him with determination. “I’m ready.” I firmly stated. Loki began by teaching me the basics of sword fighting. After deeming me to have understood the basics, he grabbed a fake sword and stood 20 feet across from me. “The goal for you today, is to hit me a total of at least 10 times.” Loki said. I nodded with determination as I stood my ground.

Loki quickly charged at me before disappearing, I tried to get a sense for where he was but I felt a jab to my back. “You’ll have to be quicker than that, and never let your guard down.” Loki chided. “Right.” I replied as I turned to face him. Loki then took a few steps back before lunging and swinging his sword at my upper torso. I quickly deflected his attack. He then swung at my lower abdomen which I blocked. He then quickly swept my foot out from under me with his leg causing me to stumble and allowing him to jab me in the stomach. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought it would be. After a couple of hours, I only managed to hit Loki 5 times. Loki let me take a break and handed me a canister of water. I quickly drank the water as Loki just took small sips of his. Here I am all sweaty, panting and tired while Loki hasn’t even broken a sweat. “Uhg, Loki… you make it look so easy.” I whined playfully. “That’s because I’ve had centuries of experience” Loki calmly replied. After a moment of silence, Loki spoke up. “Last night, I heard you singing. What was that song about?” Loki asked. “Oh that, it’s the lullaby that Isabelle sings in The Promised Neverland. Isabelle was once one of the children who was raised on the farm as food, and when it was her time, they gave her the option to live only if she became a caretaker of a farm and had a child. Isabelle had fallen in love with a boy but he was killed and the song she hums is the one he wrote for her.” I explained.

I sat down and Loki sat beside me before he motioned for me to continue. “Isabelle couldn’t fight the system or save any of the children and she had to raise her own son as food. She deeply cared for and loved each of the children she raised. Every time she had to walk one of her children to the gate where they would be killed, she would hum the lullaby since she couldn’t show any form of emotion. That song became her way of saying goodbye to each of the children. Honestly, I feel the same as Isabelle a lot of the time.” I admitted. “How so?” Loki questioned. “I feel helpless. Even with all of my power, there’s only so much I can do to change fate. I don’t want to end up like Isabelle, unable to save and protect the ones I love and having to watch them die.” I confessed as I hugged my knees. It was quiet for a moment as my words settled between us. “I too would hate to be in such a position.” Loki quietly muttered. We sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before we continued my training. By the time I had gotten my tenth hit on Loki, it was already dark. Loki and I returned to our rooms and I quickly bathed before laying in bed and falling asleep. For the next few weeks, I continued to train with Loki, learning sword fighting, hand to hand combat, and how to throw knives. I knew that the Convergence was fast approaching and that soon, Malekith would awaken after Jane Foster accidentally absorbs the Aether. I need to be ready for that day. I need to save Frigga.

3rd Person’s POV)

After a few more weeks of training daily with Loki, you have improved greatly. Loki is an excellent teacher and knows how keep a student motivated when they are frustrated. He had deemed your skills good enough that he had asked Hogun, Volstagg and Fandral to battle you. You beat Fandral and Volstagg and ended in a tie against Hogun. You could tell that the warriors three didn’t really trust Loki but they also didn’t really have a good reason to deny helping you. It was the next day that the warriors three, Asgardian soldiers, as well as Loki, you, and Thor, had arrived on Vanaheim to fight off marauders. You knew that this was the beginning of the events that lead to Frigga’s death. Loki originally wouldn’t have joined the fight but he saw it as a way to truly test your newly formed fighting skills. You stayed by Loki’s side and fought many of the marauders. Once the battle was over, and everyone returned to Asgard for a victory feast, you returned to your room to plan out a way to save Frigga and prevent as many casualties as possible. It was the next day that Thor had returned to Asgard with Jane Foster in tow. He took her straight to the healers who had her lay on a soul forge. You had been with Loki when the news reached you both. “So, Thor brought his little Midgardian with him. No doubt Odin will be displeased with this.” Loki mused. “Do you know anything of her, Thor’s little Midgardian?” Loki inquired. You stood with a hand on your hip and your fingers on your chin in pretend wonder. “Hmm, well I know that you’ll like her, your words not mine.” You stated. “Oh, well now I’m curious. I simply must meet this woman.” Loki said partly in jest.

You and Loki left from your little training area, Loki used his magic to quickly freshen you both up and make yourself presentable before leading you into the castle. You and Loki soon stood outside the doors to the healers, you opened the door and enter the room to see Thor talking to one of the healers and Jane laying on the forge with multiple healers looking her over with the orange glowing magic. “This is not of earth. What is it?” Thor asked the healer in a quiet voice. “We do not know. But she will not survive the amount of energy surging within her.” The healer informed Thor. It was at that moment that you decided to interject and inform Thor and Loki of what was happening. “It’s the Aether. Due to the Convergence, small wormholes have opened up in random parts of each of the realms, these wormholes lead directly to the other realms. Jane unknowingly stumbled upon on that lead deep beneath Svartelfheim where Bor hid the Aether. When Jane inspected the Aether’s containment, the Aether latched onto her and is now inside of her.” You explained. “Nonsense, the Aether was destroyed.” Thor argued. You looked Thor dead in the eye and with all seriousness spoke, “without a massive amount of a power with a similar energy to that of the Aether, it is impossible to destroy.” You explained. “Is there a way to safely remove the Aether?” Thor asked. You were about to answer when Odin walked in.

“My words are mere noises to you that you ignore them completely?” Odin accused as he stepped into the room. “She is ill” Thor noted. “She is mortal. Illness is their defining trait.” Odin remarked. “Just like being insufferable is your defining trait?” You sassed at Odin. Odin narrowed his eyes at you. Despite having talked with Thor and Loki, he still didn’t really want you on Asgard, but when Thor had informed him and Loki of your origins, Odin surmised that it would be best to observe you and gauge how powerful you were and whether or not you were a threat. “She does not belong here in Asgard. Any more than a goat belongs at a banquet table.” Odin replied. You rolled your eyes. “She carries the Aether, whether you like it or not, Jane is here. And with the Aether no longer being contained, Malekith has awakened and is headed here as we speak. The best course of action is lure Malekith, destroy his forces and keep him distracted while I remove the Aether from Jane and destroy it.” You advised. “Impossible, one cannot destroy relics such as the Aether. And the dark elves are dead.” Odin denied. You just shook your head and walked over to a water basin. You closed your eyes before opening them, your eyes now resembling mirrors as you held up your hands, the water flowed out of the basin and onto the wall. The water created an intricate pattern before coming together and spreading out from the center. The water then began to show an image of Malekith’s ship. The mirror then showed Malekith talking to one of his underlings. No noise was made, the water only showed images. After showing them evidence of Malekith being alive, the water flowed back into the basin before you lowered your hands and closed your eyes.

“Thor, gather the warriors three and any soldiers you can spare and take the Bifrost straight to Svartlefheim. Loki and I will bring Jane there through different means. Set up a defense and prepare for battle. Malekith will launch a large scale frontal attack on the city keeping Odin and Asgard’s soldiers and guards busy. Meanwhile, one of his agents who disguised themselves as a marauder and was imprisoned will break free releasing the prisoners. In the chaos of the attack, Malekith and his agent will sneak into Frigga’s chambers. In an attempt to protect Jane and keep Malekith from obtaining the Aether, Malekith will kill Frigga just before you arrive. By the time the healers reach Frigga, she will be dead.” You ordered. Everyone just stood where they were. “What are you waiting for? Time is of the essence and we don’t have much of it now move!” You shouted. That seemed to wake everyone from their stupor. Thor quickly left and began to gather all of Asgard’s forces. “Thor. Thor return here at once! Do not be a fool and listen to the idle tales of this being!” Odin bellowed. You growled and punched Odin in the face, breaking his nose in your rage. “Shut up you utter fool of a king! Your mind has lost its sharpness in your old age and you’ve grown senile. You are so blinded by your hatred, arrogance and ego that you would risk the lives of all your people! A king’s duty is to his people, you would be nothing without them and yet you would still order them to give their lives even when the battle has been lost and all your soldiers slain!” You roared in anger. You sighed as you turned to leave, “Loki, Jane, come with me. We’ll take the secret passage to Svartelfheim via flying ship. It won’t be long before Jane becomes weak and begins to succumb to the Aether’s effects” I called as I left the room with Loki and Jane following me.

“Um… who are you.” Jane asked as the three of you quickly made your way through the palace and towards the flying ships. “You can call me Y/n, I’m a fifth dimensional being who comes from outside your universe. The man beside you is Loki.” You admitted. Jane looks to Loki who smiles at her only to receive a harsh slap to the face. “That’s for Selvig.” Jane said with clear disdain on her face. Loki smiled to himself, “you were right, I do like her.” Loki admitted. During your training with Loki, he also taught you a bit of magic as well as combat. You used the magic he taught you to change your current outfit into the Asgardian leather armor that Loki had the royal tailors make for you as you three walked towards your destination. Just as you, Loki and Jane reached the flying ships, Jane fainted. You caught her and carried her into the ship as Loki joined you and started up the ship and began to fly it towards the passage in between the mountainside. Once you reached Svartelfheim, Loki continued to fly the ship until you rejoined with Thor. “Loki, I need you to cover me and be my defense while I extract the Aether and destroy it. I’ll be vulnerable the entire time since I have to focus entirely on the Aether. I won’t be able to defend myself or Jane.” I confessed as you looked back at Loki. “Don’t worry, I won’t let a single one of Malekith’s forces get anywhere near you.” Loki assured you as he looked you in the eye. You smiled at him in thanks and he smiled back. You looked ahead of your ship and saw the Asgardian forces and Thor, already in place. There were hundreds of soldiers on the ground and over 40 in flying ships, standing ready to fight at a moments notice. Loki landed the ship carefully a ways behind the forces and jumped out of it first, helping you with Jane. Thor came over to the three of you. “Malekith is here, as are his forces. We will hold them off, please, take care of Jane.” Thor pleaded. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was worried for Jane.

“I promise, I won’t let anything happen to her, now go.” You promised as you gave Thor a sincere and reassuring look. Thor lingered for a moment, staring at Jane before turning and joining the main forces with the warriors three. In the distance you could see Malekith’s massive ship. Smaller replicas of the ship began to exit from the ship and fly straight towards the ground forces in an attempt to wipe them out while the main ship fired at the flying Asgardian ships. The fight had officially begun. You turned to Jane and rested your hands on her chest right above her heart. You closed your eyes and focused on feeling for the Aether’s energy. Once you found it you slowly began to draw it out of Jane, having to gather it from her extremities and usher it towards her chest. You could hear the cries of battle, the firing of the ships and the sounds of ships being hit by either returning fire or crashing into the ground. You tried to block out the background noise and focus on the Aether. After finally pulling it out of Jane, you began to focus on condensing the writhing liquid. You focused on making it as dense and as small as possible before focusing your own energy onto it. To say it was a struggle was an understatement, you had to keep the Aether still and condensed, but you also had to keep your energy in tune with it while focusing your energy on it to destroy it. The Aether began to become unstable and you could tell it was going to explode. “Loki, use your psionic abilities to tell the Asgardian forces to get on the ground and get back. The Aether’s gonna implode and anything above knee height will be destroyed” you grit out through clenched teeth as you struggled with containing the destabilizing Aether. Loki turned back and saw you struggling before broadcasting your message into the minds of the Asgardian forces. Thor looked back and saw your struggle before shouting to the Asgardian soldiers to get down.

The Asgardian soldiers dropped to the ground and their ships pulled back behind you as you turned and unleashed the energy from the imploading Aether on Malekith’s forces. The blast decimated Malekith’s ground troops and caused his ships to break down and crash to the ground. Malekith’s ship crashed to the ground and created a huge wave of dust that enveloped the battle field. After the dust cleared, you stood on shaking legs before collapsing to you knees. Loki quickly rushed to you and kept you from falling onto your face. “Are you alright?” Loki asked with concern laced in his voice. During your weeks training with him, you both began to bond, even if that bond was that of teacher and student. You both grew slightly closer during that time. “I’ll be fine, it’s just really draining to use so much energy in such a small amount of time.” You wearily stated. You both heard a groan and looked behind you to see Jane had started to regain consciousness. You stood up and walked over to Jane as you knelt by her side. Jane sat up and held her head. “How are you feeling?” You asked softly. “I have a slight headache but other than that I’m fine.” Jane replied as she looked at you. “Thanks for helping me.” Jane said. Thor had rushed over and knelt beside Jane and began to question her. “Thor, she’s fine. Just let her get some rest.” You reassured him. Thor sighed in relief. “Thank you lady/sir y/n. I am extremely grateful for your help, not just with Jane but with protecting my home. For that I thank you.” Thor stated with his typical loud golden retriever energy. He beamed at you with nothing but gratitude and you gently smiled back at him. “I’m beat. Let’s return to Asgard, I need a nap.” You groaned as you unashamedly leaned on Loki who made sure to keep you from falling over. “Agreed, we shall return at once.” Thor shouted. You and Loki opted to take the flying ship back the way you came to avoid Thor’s loud cheering.

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nightingeal · 1 month ago

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🕊️ @tr1cked – continued.

ellie's mind raced with how this would unravel, a series of consequences, all of them backfiring against loki. she didn't want that. not that elinor blamed loki for whatever she'd been planning on doing as he stormed out of the room. she'd reached out for them before properly considering what would come next, only wanting to save loki from causing a scene he may come to regret. no, not only that...

the god's question twisted a pang in ellie's chest, though she supposed it wasn't such an unfair question to ask. they had come a long way, though, she'd thought. brow furrowed as she pulled her bottom lip through her teeth, shaking her head, quickly.

"no, no, of course i don't!" it was a slippery slope to consider herself as someone who knows loki better than the rest, but they had been working together long enough that it was at least a little true. or that elinor is more likely to give them the benefit of the doubt. she'd watched their work, observed how loki moved now. a penchant for mischief, perhaps, but what elinor had discerned wasn't malice nor cruelty.

"let's just... take a moment. please?" she chanced the lightest tug on loki's wrist, blue eyes wide, imploring her to stay. "they're wrong, loki. i know that." i know you left hanging, unsaid between them for a moment. "they're expecting you to do something rash, don't give them that."

#tr1cked #idk if ellie Knows he's weaponising the puppy eyes but it has historically worked for her #🕊️❛ — ic.#🕊️❛ verse — marvel.

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howfarethestars · 2 years ago

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Thor was shown all arrogant in the beginning of Thor 1 and people always talk about it but none of them mention how Thor humbled down the very moment and looked like a kicked puppy when Odin yelled at him that he has betrayed his loved ones.

Thor's arrogance was mostly bc of him trying to live up to all the expectations that was put upon him from the start, crown prince Thor, heir to the throne, protector of all the realms, big brother Thor. Thor can't be weak, Thor can't be nervous, Thor has to set an example before everyone.

I don't even think that Thor considered loki lesser than him, for him Loki was his equal.

Loki thought Thor was getting more attention from Odin when his brother was getting burdened with more responsibilities and duties while Loki either studies or engaged in mischief for most of the time. Sad

YES!!!! “kicked puppy” is how i always describe thor in that scene 😭 the thing about thor, even when he is being arrogant and impulsive, is that he never acts with any real malice. he was pissed at the jotuns for interrupting his coronation, and it was petty, yes, but like…enemies of the throne attacked their weapons vault in broad daylight? thor was not wrong in saying that it was an act of war. it was. and you’re RIGHT. as soon as odin starts yelling thor realizes that his actions were rash and fueled by anger and confusion and he literally starts crying when odin tells him that he had betrayed his loved ones and friends. “you cannot even protect your friends, how can you hope to protect a kingdom?”

and YEAH !!! every single time thor expresses any kind of ambition or rage, he immediately turns to odin for reassurance. “just as you did father” when he’s a kid to “just as they feared you” to “let‘s finish them together!!” right in the heat of battle. thor literally just wants odin’s approval

and no, thor definitely does not see loki as lesser than himself. loki is quite literally the only one who is ever actually able to talk sense into thor. thor seeks council from loki and loves him so fucking much

yeah :/ it’s kind of a classic miscommunication. loki wants what thor has (odin’s attention) and thor wants what loki has (odin’s lack of attention) and neither of them realize they’d be better off without their father anywhere near them

#thor meta #loki meta #anti odin #marvel #mcu #i have a lot of feelings

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bolszaja-miedwedica · 5 months ago

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As someone who doesn't practice and has close to zero knowledge on any sort of witchcraft (if that's not the right term, correct me) I have a few questions after reading your pinned post. 1) what is godspoused and 2) under your "working with" section, how can you work with conflicting beings(Idk what word to use here)? Like you said you work with satan and archangels which to my limited knowledge are kind of on opposite ends of the spectrum so I'm a little confused on how you work with "good" AND "bad" (I'm using these words objectively and loosely). And then you work with beings from different religions which also confuses me a lot. Like you work with Allah but also Greek Gods and also Sun and Moon which in my mind I'm thinking just the actual celestial bodies. Of course it's your business and therefore personal to you but I am just curious and confused and thought to ask. I say all of this with no malice or criticism so I apologize if it comes of that way.

Hi anon! i will answer this all as truthfully as i can if you dont understand some things after its all explained you're free to wander into my dms :]

so basically godspousal is a relationship with a deity (in most cases it's romantic) it's basically being married to a god or a goddess or a demon or an angel or another divinity. i am personally married to many but i will not say their names until i can trust someone. some people believe in it and some don't bur it's real and the gods do feel romantic love towards humans too and it's normal i mean let's just look at myths where gods had human lovers no?

and the other question well basically demons, angels are not at all what christianity taught us. my family personally never was catholic not much christian and i was always teached to pray to god from the heart and never use prayers because as a child you don't even understand them that well but yeah. demons are actually rather noce and help you a lot and angels and archangels too and they don't hate or want to kill eachother or you or convert you for praying to the other one. everyone's practice is different so every deity will have a different relationship that they will show to their worshipper but as far as im concerned gods from different pantheons don't hate eachother and actually hangout and are friends with eachother sometimes for example in my practice Lucifer took a liking to Loki or for example Behemoth likes to hangout with Dionysus. every deity has a different character so you gotta think about it too. and also Satan and Lucifer are not the same deities. and also demons is a word to describe a deity that christians hate or wanted to wash out so technically Dionysus would also be a demon to christians. Satan is an archangel still the closest to the Christian God. Lucifer is the morning star and the god of freedom and revolution...

Allah, Yahweh, Shiva, Kali, i think i work with many gods from opposing religions but they all are okay with it and if i were to tell you how they act casually you would not believe definitely because they're not at all like how the people from those religions see them lol.

Sun and Moon reached out to me actually i see them as astral bodies like humanoid shapes with a "green screen" showing gifs or videos of things closest to their domains like for example on Sun i see Lava or fire when she's feeling strong emotions and nice glowing golden light when she's calm and the Moon looks like a body made our of a starry sky or glittery moonstones. i also work with the Universe and she's also shaped like that except her body shows different videos depending on her mood as well. one time she put a meme on her body bur that's for another talk lmao.

dont worry im happy to receive asks from curious people cus i love talking about my practice! i hope you found it helpful or interesting 😋

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starlightbelle · 5 months ago

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Finally started reading What If: Loki Was Worthy? last night and so far I’m really enjoying the writing style. I’m not even a quarter of the way in but so far the characterization of Loki (mostly: how Loki views himself, his thinly-veiled anxieties and insecurities and inner monologue) has been relatively well-executed

Also I still think Odin is kinda a d-bag of a father to Loki. No one even allowed him the chance to plead his case because everyone (Warriors Three save for Fandral, Odin and Frigga, etc) assumed “oh Loki is one for mischief and tricks and we’ve always secretly disliked him so he MUST have done this bad thing…”

The one thing I’m iffy on is Thor’s misattribution of actual malice to Loki. Thinking Loki is laughing at the chaos he caused is one thing, and likely accurate. But him thinking Loki would be satisfied with his work, so to speak, as Thor lay dying is…hmmm

I think it remains to be seen how that particular bit might play out.

The dissonance in that particular beat of Thor’s characterization might just be attributed to this particular universe’s alterations from the main canon. Here, Loki realized his true heritage when he was fairly young, and Thor with him. That knowledge may have forever tainted Thor’s view of his brother since they were at such impressionable ages.

Just as in our main timeline, the two brothers were likely raised with extreme prejudice against the Jotun race and with that internalized bias, Thor may have begun to look at Loki with more and more distain. (And that’s saying nothing of what such a revelation might have done to Loki’s psyche)

What was previously a somewhat harmless rivalry between siblings, now colored with the knowledge of Loki coming from Jotunheim - it may have formed an irreparable rift between them. Also noteworthy is that the way everyone behaves at Loki’s banishment (it isn’t fit to be called a trial, more like judgement), it’s clear everyone thought it just a matter of time before Loki did something truly terrible. Loki himself alludes as much in the story, and I would be unsurprised if he was hyperaware of all his actions growing up, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting to get punished, not for something he did, but something he was. The actions would surely be all the “proof” they needed to say that, yes, clearly Loki was always evil all along.

I think so far the author has done a good job of portraying Loki as a very nuanced and layered character with very, very many masks that he wears to bury his insecurities.

I’m interested to read on and see where the story goes!

#Loki #MCU #what if Loki was worthy #my post #ramblings

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november-rayne · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two: When Opportunity Knocks

A/N: The smut continues in this chapter. I know it seems gratuitous, but I promise there is a method to my madness. Hang in there for the plot.

Word count: 1600

Rating: Explicit for smut

Tags: Loki still being a man-slut, but peppering in some soft dom spanking and thigh riding

Chapter Index

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*

“Excuse me, Your Highness?”

The short blond maid stood before the sleeping prince. Loki’s long, languid body was sprawled out on the sofa, one leg slung over the back of the couch, one arm hung off to the floor, and the other arm curled over the open book on his chest.

Even as his body was displayed awkwardly on the sofa, there was no denying the prince’s beauty. He looked as if master artisans had carved him from a block of marble.

The housemaid resisted the urge to touch his pretty face as he slept. She imagined tracing that perfectly straight nose, sharp cheekbones, and rugged jawline that led to his long, sensual neck.

While long and slim, his body was well-muscled and cut beneath his tunic. Her eyes stopped at his hips. She had heard many a salacious story of the second prince and his escapades with servants and nobles alike. His reputation as a voracious and insatiable lover was well known in the servant’s quarters.

Now she was close enough to touch him. She had not even realized her feet had brought her so close while she was in her reverie. Slowly, without deciding to, she reached out to feel the prince’s silky, raven hair as it fanned out across the cushion.

Just before she made contact, Loki opened his eyes, and the hand dangling off the couch was now wrapped tightly around her ankle.

“Your Highness!” she shrieked. She tried to step back but was held firmly in place by Loki’s powerful grip.

“Forgive me, please! I was just… I just… I …” she could not force her brain to invent the words that would end her mortification.

He held his eyes on her, saying nothing, not releasing his grip.

“Your Highness,” she scrambled, “I have been sent to give you a letter from today’s post. It’s from the Queen.”

Stony silence.

She fumbled at the pockets of her pinafore and eventually pulled out the envelope. She cast her eyes down as she held it in her shaking hand.

Loki slowly released the hold on her ankle, taking the envelope. She sunk into a deep curtsey. She was about to apologize again but thought better of it, chastising herself for being so stupid and careless.

The prince sat up on the sofa but made no move to stand. He closed the book and set it and the envelope on the table beside him.

“Why are you trembling, girl? Wasn’t it me who was almost attacked in my sleep? Shouldn’t I be the one who is scared and in need of comfort?” He looked up at the maid with mischief in his eyes.

“Your Highness, please forgive me. I do not know what came over me.” She was sure her heart would pound right out of her chest.

“Hmmm…” the prince tapped one long finger against his chin. “What would be a proper punishment for such a scandalous show of impertinence?” He was enjoying watching the little thing squirm.

“I…I do not know, My Prince. Whatever you see fit, My Prince.”

“The punishment should fit the crime don't you think? Tell me, little mouse, what were you thinking of before you dared to reach for me? Was it malice? Or something else?”

“Something else, My Prince.” Her voice caught in her throat. Her mouth was as dry as it had ever been. A deep blush reddened her face as she stared at her hands clenched tightly together in front of herself.

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting, girl.”

She shook her head. “My Prince, I… should not speak of such things in your presence. It is…not appropriate.”

“I will determine what is appropriate. Look at me.” She raised her face and looked right into the prince’s piercing blue eyes. “I will know if you lie to me. Now tell me truly, what were you thinking about when you reached for me?”

“I was thinking about… what it would be like… I was thinking about… I was admiring…” She gulped, inhaled sharply, and spat the following sentence out in a rush. “I was thinking about your beauty and what it would be like to touch you and have you touch me back.”

“I see.”

He gave her a slow, sly smile. She rubbed her thighs together involuntarily as a tight pulling sensation started low in her belly. Loki was all too familiar with the needy look in the woman’s eyes. He had seen it hundreds of times before. “Do you still wish to touch your prince now that I’m awake? Or has your desire left you?”

“Sir, I… I shouldn’t… I do… desire you, that is.” Her cheeks burned scarlet as she stared at her feet.

“Pull your panties off.”

“Your Highness?”

“Don’t make me tell you twice. I’m going to give you a spanking.”

“Yes, My Prince.” Her hands shook as she reached under her skirts and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them, eyes glued to the floor.

“Come here, naughty girl.” Loki put his hands around her waist and lowered her down to the couch so that she was straddling his thigh. Her naked sex pressed directly to the leather of his trousers. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Without thinking, she ran her fingers through his hair.

He raised her skirts, exposing her bare ass. He leaned in so his mouth nearly touched her ear and lowered his voice, “You are a bad girl and you deserve to be punished. Don’t you agree?” She shivered as his voice sent a current of energy down her spine.

“Yes, My Prince.” He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her down on his thigh. Pleasure rocked through her body. “Yes, punish me.”

“You discourteous little toy, I did not hear you say please,” he growled close to her ear.

“Please, Your Highness, please punish me.” She rocked her hips forward, releasing a wave of pleasure.

Loki resisted the urge to laugh out loud. He loved this. He loved how he made people come undone, using his body, words, and voice. He loved how people looked at him like he held the only key to erotic mischief they would ever know.

“There is but one rule: do not scream,” he commanded. “Do not utter a sound unless it is my name. Do not utter a sound until I make you come. Do you understand me?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“You have to say it.”

“I understand.”

He raised his hand high and swiftly smacked her bare ass cheek.

The white-hot pain seared her skin, and she bucked to try to move away from the sting, causing her clit to rub against his thigh again. Pain and pleasure combined into one element. She had never felt anything like it before.

“Oh, my Gods…” she screamed.

“No! You insubordinate little…I ordered you not to scream out.” He brought his hand down again in the same spot. She bucked again; this time, she stifled her scream on his shoulder. “If you must bury your screams, bury them in my mouth, my little toy.” He slapped her ass again, claiming her mouth as she bucked and moaned. He struck his open palm down on her again and again.

“You are so close now, aren’t you, little mouse?” She nodded breathlessly. “So close, but not quite there. I could stop now and send you back to work throbbing.”

She looked at him wide-eyed, stricken. She shook her head, “No, please, My Prince. Please, I’m begging.” She tried to shift herself on his leg, longing for release.

“No?” He drew lazy circles on her red, raised skin with his long finger.

“Please. I will do anything you desire.” She hungrily kissed his neck and ran her hand down his chest to his crotch.

“Someone still hasn’t learned her lesson, I see.” He snatched her hand away. “The very naughty mouse did not get my permission to touch!” He delivered swat after swat to her ass. Her mouth crashed down on him as she bucked and moaned. Her orgasm erupted brutally, ripping from her, leaving a trail of sparks as it traveled through her.

“Loki! Oh Gods, yes!” she screamed.

He could not hold back his laugh this time. It had been less than five minutes since he woke to her fingers reaching for his hair. ‘This has got to be a new record.’ he thought, very pleased with himself.

He gave her a deep, hungry kiss. She let out a low moan, rocking gently on his leg. He slid his hands up her back and held her by her shoulders as he moved his mouth down her jaw to her neck. Her fingers were nimble in his hair. She was gently pulling and tugging at his silky mane.

“You did so well, pretty girl. Let us put those hands to better use elsewhere, shall we?” He pulled her leg over his body so she could straddle both his thighs.

“Yes, Your Highness.” She made her way to the laces of his trousers, quickly freeing his fully erect cock from the constraints of the leather. She gave him a cursory glance. He nodded in permission and pulled his hands through his hair before lacing his fingers behind his head.

She gave the prince a few slow pumps down his shaft before using her thumb to rub little circles over the head. “Such capable hands.” He closed his eyes and let himself relax further back into the sofa. She grinned at him, taking pride in her work no matter what was asked of her.

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