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Mouse Trap Mayhem

Loki x teen female borrower

Synopsis: Borrower Y/N gets caught in a mousetrap while trying to get food from the Stark Tower kitchen. What will happen when Loki catches her?

Warnings: this is my first g/t story so it could suck but otherwise nothing i think?? Reader injury (Broken leg, hurt shoulder)

The shock was utterly devastating. The pain was unimaginable. Y/N had no idea how she had ended up in this situation. She had taken the same path to the kitchen that she took almost every week. Only this time, there was an impediment.

She must have started taking too much food, the humans must have started to notice the crumbs and leftovers that she had been squirreling away. Of course they didn’t know what was really taking their food, so they went with the first conclusion that occurred to them. A mouse. And they had set mouse traps.

Y/N had no idea how she hadn’t seen the trap, but she was so focused on making sure that the kitchen was empty that she hadn’t been watching her step. Her job as borrower was so much harder than most, because there were so many humans living in the tower, each with a different schedule.

That wasn’t the problem right now, however. Her problem now was getting free of this mousetrap and finding a way to hide before a human decided to check the trap. Not an easy feat considering the weight of the trap, and the fact that it had probably broken her leg.

Y/N pushed with all her might, but could barely get the trap to budge. She became frantic, however, when she heard footsteps enter the kitchen.

In her panic, she finally managed to lift the trap enough so that the weight wasn’t holding her leg down, but when she tried to move her leg out from under the trap, the pain in her leg all but doubled, and the shock of the pain caused her to lose her grip on the trap. It slammed back down on her leg and she couldn’t stifle the cry of pain that squeezed past her lips.

The footsteps stopped abruptly. Y/N held her breath. Surely the human hadn’t heard that…right?

“What was that?” A man’s voice. British, deep. Scary. Y/N’s hands started to shake, but still she didn’t dare move. She saw a flash of green pass the counter in front of her, and by the time she blinked, it was replaced by a giant head. The urge to scream was overwhelming, but Y/N suppressed most of it, so that only a whimper came out as she began again to struggle against the mousetrap pinning her in place.

The giant in front of her grinned, revealing teeth the size of her whole hand.

“I told those idiots it wasn’t a mouse,” the man breathed. Then everything got ten times worse. The man’s hand, large enough to squash her easily, came at her and snatched up the mouse trap. She was now dangling upside-down above the countertop while the man—she believed this was the one the other humans called Loki—inspected her carefully. “You’re the one who’s been stealing food, eh?”

Y/N shook her head. She was so scared she didn’t know what to do.

Loki’s features twisted into a scowl. “I don’t like liars, small one.”

Y/N whimpered. What was she supposed to do? What would he do? Was he going to hurt her, eat her, keep her as a pet?

“I suppose I should let the others know I’ve caught our thief,” Loki muttered, conjuring a jar out of thin air. Y/N started struggling harder, pulling at the mousetrap with all her might. She did not like jars. “Now now, stay still little thing.” Loki’s voice came out as a growl, and Y/N shuddered, her fear freezing her joints. Would he hurt her more if she didn’t listen? There was no way to know.

Loki used his huge finger to pull on the mousetrap, and the weight on her leg went away instantly, and she was falling.

Falling right into the jar.

She hit the hard glass bottom shoulder first, and a yelp escaped her as pain shot through her arm. She quickly sat up and leaned her tired, beat up frame against the wall of the jar, her eyes wide and her whole body shaking as she stared through the glass at the giant peering at her.

“Such a strange little thing,” Loki muttered, turning the jar to get a better look. Y/N whimpered as her whole world tilted back and forth, Loki’s face taking up her whole field of vision. “Maybe I should take you to my quarters and get a better look at you before those idiot scientists have all the fun.”

Those words scared her more than anything that had happened thus far. The scientists. Bruce and Tony. She had known they were scientists, but her pain had been a rather distracting companion, and she hadn’t had time to think about it. If Loki handed her over to scientists…

She hadn’t even realized that she started crying until she felt the warm, wet liquid spill into her lips and past her chin, soaking her shirt. Y/N pulled her good leg up to her chest, hugging it and burying her face in it as her shoulders began to shake with sobs. This was it, her life as she knew it was over. She was going to be locked in this jar forever, studied and experimented on by scientists, poked and prodded by nosy humans.

Y/N cried out in surprise as she began to get bumped around, her shoulder slamming into the side of the jar. Loki was walking, his hand gripping her enclosure tightly as he made his way to his room. When he arrived, he tilted the jar, and Y/N slipped out and fell onto his desk with a cry of pain as she landed on her hurt leg and fell into a crumpled heap.

Was this gonna be her life now? Going from one pain to the next?

Y/N wasn’t sure how long she could take it.

…

Loki was quite enjoying himself. First, he was proven right about the intruder not being a mouse.

“How could a mouse open the loaf of bread without chewing through the plastic?”

“Maybe you left it open.”

“I. Did. Not.”

It was a small victory to say the least, but he didn’t get many small victories these days, living with those insufferable Avengers. Maybe this discovery would knock down Stark a few pegs. He wasn’t always right.

But first, Loki wanted to get a better look at his little discovery. He had read about tiny humans in an Asguardian book once, but he never quite knew whether to believe the story or not. Now he had proof.

Loki was slightly perplexed with this creature, however. When in the mouse trap, the little thing had been absolutely feral in its attempts for freedom. Now however, free from both the mousetrap and the jar, it just lay in a heap, barely moving. Maybe it was playing dead. Or maybe it just wasn’t a very intelligent creature. It could be that it was more animal than human, even though it appeared human.

Loki leaned down to get a closer look, before prodding the figure with his index finger. The little thing flinched, and Loki heard a barely-audible whimper. He frowned. Surely that little prodding hadn’t hurt, right? Loki gently pinched the little thing’s shoulder, and positioned its body so that it was laying face-up on his desk. He felt the thing shuddering and trembling under his touch, and its eyes were open wide. It was terrified.

And it wasn’t an it. Now that Loki had a good look at the thing, it looked like a girl. Not just a girl, a young girl. Probably barely a teenager.

And now Loki also saw why she hadn’t tried to run. Her right leg was twisted at an ever-so-slightly strange angle. Probably because of the mousetrap.

A toxic mixture of guilt and pity swirled in Loki’s stomach. The poor little thing was injured, and he had scared her.

The pity wasn’t quite strong enough to overcome his curiosity, however.

“What’s your name?” He asked, feeling silly. What if this thing couldn’t even talk? He still wasn’t sure if it was intelligent, or just some animal with human characteristics.

The little thing slowly sat up, and appeared to be trying to inch slowly away from him. He frowned and planted his hand behind her back, halting her movements. The girl whimpered yet again, and she was still shaking.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Loki hesitated. “At least…not if you do as your told.” He didn’t intend to hurt the girl, it seemed pitiful to hurt something so pathetic. But perhaps, if she was intelligent, a little fear would keep her honest.

A mutter escaped the girl’s lips, but Loki couldn’t hear it.

“Speak up,” he barked, and he almost winced when he felt the child flinch.

“My name—my name is—is Y/N,” She called out in a shaky voice. “Please—please don’t hurt me.” She added in a whimper.

Loki pretended to think it over. “Well…you have been stealing from us…” he trailed off. Perhaps he was going a little far, but the little girl was so easy to scare.

He hadn’t expected her to burst into sobs.

“Please, please I’ll do anything, don’t hurt me!”

Loki wasn’t sure what to do now. He could feel the girl’s small frame convulsing with sobs, her whole body shuddering. She was a wreck.

And he had caused it.

His amusement at her fear had long faded. What had this little one been through that made her so truly, deeply terrified? Had a human hurt her in the past? Or were tiny little things like her just taught at a young age that all humans had bad intentions?

“Please don’t hurt me again, don’t give me to the scientists, please!”

Again?

Then Loki realized. It wasn’t some kind of past trauma or scary story that made this child terrified. It was him.

He had held her upside down, dropped her in a jar, threatened to hurt her, poked and prodded her, and talked of handing her off to scientists to be studied. Of course she was terrified!

Then another thought occurred to him. The little thing was probably still in immense pain; her leg was broken, after all. And now that Loki thought about it, that long fall into the glass jar probably hadn’t felt very pleasant, either.

“Oh, little one…” Loki’s voice was soft now, apologetic. The little girl glanced up at him, and he winced when he saw her red, puffy eyes staring fearfully up at him. “I…I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Loki scooped the girl up in his palm, and began using his magic to heal her leg.

The girl cried out in pain at first, but when she saw her leg return to a normal angle, and slowly felt the pain dissipate, she stared in awe at Loki.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?” He asked softly. She seemed hesitant to respond, but eventually she pointed to her shoulder. “May I?”

She nodded, and Loki gently touched the tip of his finger to the girl’s shoulder. Green wisps swirled around the spot, and Loki saw the girl’s face relax quickly from it’s previously-pained expression.

“Why are you helping me?” Y/N breathed out.

“It’s what I should have done from the start. Forgive me, I became caught up in my selfishness and my curiosity. I would never hurt you, I swear.”

“Please don’t give me to the scientists,” the little one whimpered.

“I won’t, I won’t little one, I promise.”

The little child stared up at him. “What happens now?”

Loki was suddenly nervous. “I…I suppose I could take you home…if you’d like. And if…if you don’t hate me…maybe you could come and visit me sometime.”

Y/N seemed to be thinking it over rather seriously. “No more jars?”

Loki smiled slightly. “None, I swear. I could even help you out with getting better food around here, if you’d allow me.”

A tiny smile played across the girl’s face.

“I think that would be alright.”

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if your still doing the prompt asks can u do 27 🥺

i have no special request for it so u can come up with anything.

Been a long time since I’ve done asks. Hope you enjoy !

Y/n scurried over to Loki’s phone. He’d dropped it on the floor on accident, and Y/n could think of no better time than to photobomb.

She leaned her head over the camera while Lokis huge form took up the rest.

She snapped the photo as soon as his fingers closed around the small cellular device.

“Blasted things… Norns…” Loki huffed as he gently nudged Y/n from the phone screen into his hand as he lifted it.

“I was merely trying to text and-“ Loki stopped mid-sentence.

“Is that what I look like to you?” He suddenly asked. He was staring at his phone, a look of concern written over his face.

Y/n leaned in as if she could fully see the huge screen. She saw her smiling face but in the back there was Loki. A normal sight for her but apparently it had taken Loki off guard.

“Well I guess…” She hesitantly says.

Loki sputters his words, “I’m huge.” He blurts.

Y/n giggles.

Loki doesn’t see what’s funny apparently as his face scrunches up. Y/n rolls her eyes.

“I’m used to it Lokes. That’s what you look like to me. Okay?” She says.

A moment passes.

“What do I look like to you?” Her voice peaks with curiosity.

Loki smirks. Before she can figure out what’s going on in that tricky head of his, she’s stumbling on the floor leaning up against the toe of his boot.

Loki unfolds his body and raises the phone so that it’s right where his eye level is.

He pauses before kneeling to lay down on his stomach. Y/n comes to stand next to his hand as he holds out the phone where they can both see.

“What’s this?” She asks craning her head to look up at his face.

“Just look.” Loki urges

She huffs and leans in closer. Making out Lokis long legs she follows them all the way down until she can see the floor. But there’s something standing next to his foot. With a jolt of surprise she realizes the little speck is her.

“T-that’s what I look like to you?” She asks spinning around to look at Loki.

He clicks off his phone and lays it down, resting his chin on his hands.

“I’m used to it y/n. That’s what you look like to me.” He teases her with her own words from earlier.

“Nuh uh… there’s no way I can be that small.” She argues climbing onto his hand.

“To the contrary you’re extremely tiny, unless I had some sort of growth spurt.”

Y/n crosses her arms and begins to try and climb back down his hand. He’s being annoying.

“Where are we off to now? More pictures?” He uses his other hand to block her.

“You’re annoying.” She says glaring up at him trying to look intimidating but by the way Lokis looking at her she can tell that’s the one thing she doesn’t look like.

“I believe you meant to say charming.”

[simplyholl]

The President’s Pet

Summary: Trying to survive in the Void, you find yourself in President Loki’s possession.

Pairing: President Loki x F Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. minors DNI. CNC. Dom Loki. Rough sex. Biting.

This is darker than what I usually write.

W/C: 1.3K

A/N: This idea came from the wild WhatsApp ramblings of me and @wheredafandomat

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You run as fast as you can, Alioth was too close for comfort. You had survived two days in the Void, and you intended to make it a lot longer. “Follow me!” A tall man said, running beside you. “I’ll help you.” You look behind you, the giant cloud monster was gaining on you. You didn’t have a choice.

You follow him underground to his hideout. As soon as the entrance door shuts behind you, two other men surround you, tying you up. “She will do nicely. I heard the President is bored with his whore. She will make a great addition for him. She will ensure our protection for at least a month.”

You struggle against them, but it’s no use. The man you shouldn’t have trusted leads the pack as they carry you across the vacant land. When you reach their destination, you’re thrown to the ground in front of a man sitting on a makeshift throne. He’s wearing a suit with a tear near the shoulder, horns on his head, his dark hair frames his face so beautifully. You notice a button on his suit jacket that says “Loki for President”.

You wonder what his story was before he got pruned. He looks at you with a sinister smile. Rising to his feet, he grabs your hair at the nape of your neck lifting your face to meet his gaze. “Oh, I like her.”

With the clap of his hands, another woman is brought out. “Give her to Alioth, I’ve grown tired of her.” Your new captor continues, “Bring this one to her new room.” You’re lifted to your feet and brought to a tiny room. A bed and a cage are the only furnishings in the room.

You sit on the bed waiting for the man who now controls your fate to give you instructions. He keeps you waiting for what feels like hours, but it could be mere minutes. Time seems to move differently in the Void. He enters the small room, strutting over to you.

“I am President Loki. You belong to me now. What happens next is entirely up to you. If you sign this paper-“ A flash of green shines in his hand as a sheet of paper and a pen appear. “And you’re a good little pet, I will care for you. You will be fed, safe, and rest assured, I take care of what is mine. Any jewelry, clothes, sweets, any frivolous thing your heart desires. If my men find it out there, it will be yours. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”

He gestures to the cage. He hands you the paper. You take your time reading it carefully. Basically it says if you please him sexually, you will be safe, more importantly alive. “Apparently, you run this place. What’s with all the paperwork? You could just have your way with all the women who turn up here.” He thinks about your question for a second before answering.

“Consent is still important, even here darling. You make the choice. You can agree or be Alioth’s next meal. I need you to satisfy my needs. You need me to stay alive. We could have a mutually beneficial relationship here.”

He smiles and you see the politician in him. How he used his charisma to climb social ladders in his own timeline. You take a moment to study his face. He is the most handsome man you have ever seen. You weigh your options. It could be a lot worse. He could be hideous. This will ensure you’re alive for a little longer. You sigh, “Give me the pen.” You reach toward him as a wolfish grin appears on his face.

You hear the thud of his boots on the floor outside your door. This is the second time he’s come in to bed you. He was rough, leaving bruises scattered all over your body. You were still sore from last night, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

You want to be the best he’s ever had. That way, he won’t get bored of you so easily. You quickly strip your clothes, laying on the bed spread for him like a feast. He spots you immediately, nodding his approval.

“My perfect little slut, this is how I expect to be greeted from now on, understand?” “Yes, sir.” He removes his belt from his pants, slowly pulling it from each loop. You place your hands in front of you, ready to be tied up. He did the same thing yesterday.

He fastens the belt around your wrists tightly. You watch as he undresses. He gets on the bed, presenting his fingers to you. “Suck.” You take them between your lips sucking and licking them. When he’s satisfied, he pulls them out rubbing your clit with his saliva covered fingers.

“So wet for me.” He observes. “Yes sir, only for you.” He drags his cock against your lips, and you open for him. “Let me use your pretty mouth, pet.” You take him in slowly, your wet tongue traveling his thick length.

You moan around him as his fingers explore you. He grabs your head, making you take him all the way to the back of your throat. Your nose hits his pelvis, drool drips down your chin. He watches as you struggle to take him. You choke when he thrusts forcefully.

You let your jaw go slack, letting him fuck your face. You whine when he removes his fingers from you. “You look so beautiful choking on my cock.” He tells you, his thumb caressing your full cheek. You feel his cock pulsing on your tongue. You know he’s close. You suck your cheeks in and he empties in your mouth.

You swallow most of it, leaving some in your mouth. You stick your tongue out, showing him the release you saved before swallowing. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth, sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He praises. “Good girls get rewarded.” He pushes you against the mattress, raising your belt restrained hands above your head. He licks a stripe up your neck, rough fingers pinching your nipples. He bites down on your shoulder, you cry out reaching for him.

He slings your arms back up with force. He spreads your legs, settling between them. You gasp as he buries his face between your thighs. He tugs on your clit, you writhe underneath him, bucking your hips up into his face.

President Loki’s large arm lays against your stomach, holding you down. He dines on you like you’re the first decent meal he’s had in ages. Considering where you are, it’s probably true. His tongue lashes against you, he’s not gentle. It’s almost like he’s punishing you with the skilled muscle.

You feel your orgasm building. You look down at the beautiful man between your legs, wishing you could hold onto his horns for support. The band low in your belly snaps and you fall apart, shouting his name. He bites your inner thigh as he removes his face from your center. You shutter with anticipation as he parts your legs slowly.

He plunges inside you, bottoming out immediately. “It’s too much.” You tell him, feeling way too full. You’re still sore from last night. “You can take it.” He confirms by pulling out and thrusting back in harder this time. He lifts your leg to his broad shoulder, this new angle making him drag deliciously against the special spot inside you.

“Tell me you love taking my big cock.” He commands. You moan as he looks over your bruised covered body, appreciating his handiwork from the night before. “I love your big cock, sir. It’s all I can think about.” You stroke his ego as he sets a brutal pace. “Good fucking girl.” He growls.

“I want to see this pretty pussy dripping with my cum.” He reaches between you, pinching your sensitive clit. “Please cum inside me. I need you to fill me up, sir.” You beg him. His thrusts grow sloppy, then he spills inside you releasing with a grunt. He pulls out quickly, rough hands spreading you apart.

He collects the cum dripping out of you with his long fingers, pushing it back into you. “You were so good for me.” He coos. “Don’t clean up yet. I’ll be back to do it later.” A hot plate of food and mouth watering desserts appear with a green flourish. “Don’t tell the others I can do that.” He winks at you, magically putting his clothes back on before leaving.

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Hi can you write like a small one-shot where thor sneaks the reader into Asgard to surprise loki for Christmas and because she needs to tell him that shes pregnant

.⋆｡The Things He Left Behind｡⋆.

Loki x plus size reader

Pregnancy announcements can be terrifying even for regular people but with your baby daddy being a Frost Giant, god, a criminal and someone who has pretty much implied he doesn’t want kids, you have a long uphill battle. Oh, and it’s Christmas

Warnings: pregnancy, fear of rejection, fluff, brief mentions of morning sickness and nausea, implied smut, tiny bit of angst

WC: 2.7k

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Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Being pregnant was an interesting phenomenon; a person was growing inside of you, someone who would grow up to be their own adult. You knew logically that at only a couple months along, the baby was simply a clump of cells that would eventually mature into something new. But already, you were so attached to the life that could be.

Normally, something so monumental as being pregnant with a child born from love between life partners would be celebrated, but your heart was filled with dread and fear. The relationship you had was rocky at best, not in terms of love, there was plenty of that, but because he was a criminal and a dangerous one at that.

It was a punishment for his crimes. He was to be kept on Earth, stuck with the men and women he had attempted to rule. You met him by chance, accidentally bumping into the striking god as you were rushing to attend a meeting on behalf of your boss. As you fell to the floor, you caught his eyes and something shifted within you as it did within him.

Your love had been secret, growing in the darkness of the dead of night, in shadowy corridors and empty rooms. Your soul ached for him as if he held a piece of you in his cold hands, never to be returned. You were his just as much as he was yours and for a time, that was enough. 

But as the months carried on, the looming threat of his inevitable departure became monstrous. There was no changing his fate, he would have to leave and you both knew that your pleas and your begging for him to stay would fall on deaf ears. So on his last night with you, he slipped from the not-so-watchful eyes of Earth’s greatest heroes and stole you away.

He took you to Paris, lavishing you with gifts that you still held sacred to this day. He worshipped you with everything he had, taking you apart over and over again until the cold light of day washed over your naked bodies and he was forced to leave your bed in handcuffs.

But jewels and books were not the only things he left you. 

The exhaustion came first, then the extreme tenderness of your breasts, and lastly, the dreaded morning sickness. Your boss, Maria Hill, was the first to broach the issue with you after you had fallen asleep at your desk one too many times. She shoved the box of tests into your hand, telling you it was ok and that she knew but didn’t judge. 

Now, as the first snow of the year began to fall and your stomach was beginning to round out, you approached the one man who could help you. “Thor?” His eyes met yours from over the back of the huge leather sofa. A pop-tart crumb hung on the corner of his lips which fell off as soon as he smiled when he saw you. 

“Ah! My brother’s love! How are you on this fine day?” You chuckled humorlessly and decided to indulge the god for a bit before asking him a favour which might get him into some serious trouble.

“I’m doing ok, looking forward to Christmas.” You nervously shuffled on your feet, the modest kitten heels you had been forced to wear because of your aching feet, clicking against the dark hardwood flooring. Even with his deep confusion regarding human behaviour, Thor could see how anxious you were.

He shifted forward and rose from the couch then turned to you. “There is something amiss, what is it?”

“You need to get me to Asgard. I have to see Loki.” He froze as a bewildered look came over his face. 

“I cannot do that my lady. Even I am not allowed to visit my brother and he is, well he is my little brother. Odin has ordered him to be isolated from everyone as his-“

“I’m pregnant!” You blurted out, interrupting the god. “I’m pregnant with Loki’s baby.” Thor’s body physically seized as the weight of your words hit him. His blue eyes went wide with shock, and if you weren’t mistaken, maybe a little bit of excitement. 

Tentatively, he inched closer to you. Like a puppy, he was vibrating with nerves. “Really!” Unable to help yourself, you smiled at your friend.

“Really really.” Your hand came to rest on the soft fat above your womb. “But Thor, Loki needs to know. And I need help, I don’t know how a human body will handle growing a half-Frost Giant demigod.” 

“Yes.” He agreed. “Yes! We must bring you back home and then we can fix all of this.” Thor looked frazzled as he righted himself in front of you. “Mother will have some idea of what to do and I’m sure she will be able to sneak you into the prison.” Before you could realise what was happening, Thor had swept you into his muscular arms and was running through the compound.

“Thor! We can’t go now! I need to get my things!” You bounced with every step he took and you clung to his shirt. 

Thor shook his head. “I can bring you new things, we must get you home.” The winter air hit you like a slap in the face as the god bounded outside, not even flinching at the drastic change in temperature. “Just hold tight my friend, you will be with your beloved soon enough!”

——————

Asgard was completely overwhelming and as you walked through the golden streets, arm linked with Thor’s, you finally understood why Loki spoke so ill of the place. Each and every person you passed carried an air of smug superiority about them, even as they bent in a shallow bow or curtsy to their prince. They were gods, perfect beings who had conquered worlds and existed for thousands of years in peace.

The huge palace drew closer and your hold tightened around Thor. You had the distinct urge to hold your belly for comfort, to know that part of Loki was still with you, but you were scared of the judgemental gazes of the beautiful people around you. “We are almost there my friend. I will take you straight to the Allmother.”

He patted your hand kindly. “Everyone here is scarily beautiful.” You mutter under your breath but evidently he heard you.

“Then you will fit right in.” He murmured back as you stepped over the threshold to his childhood home. The ornate walls towered over you both, sealing you into a place you should have never been. The gold is almost blinding, coating pretty much every surface as far as the eye could see.

You cringed at the loudness of your small heels against the floor, the sound echoing through the great halls like a drum. Your fingers curled into Thor’s warm skin. He glanced down at you but your eyes were fixed straight ahead, oblivious to his gaze. He just started walking faster, unable to find the words to comfort you.

The smell of lilies invaded your senses, turning your stomach. Your nausea had settled after your first trimester ended but apparently the baby just didn’t like flowers. The smell steadily became stronger, as did the urge to throw up but by the time you reached a set of dark oak doors, your nerves were far more overpowering.

Before Thor could even raise his fist to knock, the doors swung inwards, revealing a bright but homey room absolutely bursting with colour. An older woman stood in the entryway, dressed simply in a flowing green dress, her dark blonde hair braided back simply. Her eyes lit up with a knowing light. “My Thor.” She cooed, easily accepting a crushing hug from the god before she turned to you. 

“I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time my dear.” She said plainly and suddenly all your nerves were gone. Your grimace floated into a smile as her arms wrapped around you in a hug so loving it made your chest burn with affection. 

Unable to stop yourself, you nuzzle into her safe embrace, your whole body relaxing. She laid a kiss to your temple before pulling away but her hands remained firmly on your shoulders. “Loki has told me all about you, he will be happy to see you.”

Anxiety returned like a tidal wave, washing away the warm feeling your almost mother-in-law gave you. Your smile dimmed while your hands came to rest on your lower stomach. “He might not be as excited when he learns why I’m here.” 

Frigg’s hands move to cup your rounded cheeks, forcing you to meet her eyes. “He loves you and he will love the child. Even if it doesn’t seem that way at first. Now let us make sure you and the little one are fed and healthy and then you can see him.” She took you by your left hand and guided you further into the room as Thor, with a huge smile on his face, left the two of you alone to talk.

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Christmas was vastly different on Asgard, you learned quickly. There was no snow, no cold, no carols or quiet nights. It mainly consisted of feasts and celebrations that lasted for days. But what was the same were the gifts. Thousands were exchanged through the festivities and Thor had somehow gotten into his head that you were the gift he was going to give to his estranged brother.

Much to his own and his mother’s amusement, he ripped up a piece of fabric and tied it in a bow around your midsection. “Come now! He will love it!” You just huffed and rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue making small adjustments to the bow. 

Frigg sat on one of the many couches in her chambers, sipping on a now mostly cold cup of tea as she laughed at the pair of you. A large weight had been lifted from the room now that the healer had confirmed the baby was healthy and growing as they should. 

And now, a warmth grew within you. This was what you wanted, a loving family with the man who had so easily snatched up your heart. All of the material things he had left behind were nothing compared to this moment. 

As the sun began to set over the great city, you were bundled up in a thick cloak that disguised you well and led you down to the prison. The guards turned their heads as who they assumed was the queen passed by on her nightly visit to her younger son. They knew it was technically not allowed by the king but it stopped the dark prince from destroying his cell every chance he got, so they just let it happen.

His cage was kept far away from the others, isolated for his crimes, even from those who faced the same harsh punishments. Yet he was given luxuries that none of the others were afforded, Loki assumed it was pity from his adoptive family that drove them to decorate the small room with lavish goods.

From the angle at which you entered his part of the prison, you could clearly see your love without him seeing you. You felt like crying. He was so close, you swore if you reached out just a few inches, you could touch him. 

Loki was sitting on the ground, his back to you, as he stared off into space. His hair, normally clean and beautifully styled, fell in front of his face in unruly raven waves, partially hiding his paler than normal skin. He was barefoot and wearing clothes that should have been changed days ago.

Your heart lurched at the sight of him. In the months you had known him, you had never seen the god so… broken.  And you supposed that’s what he was. He had been tortured and betrayed, cast aside by the only people he had known as his family before being labelled a criminal and thrown away to rot. Tears blurred your vision before you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.

“I have told you that I do not want to see anyone mother.” He hissed, letting his head fall back against the enchanted glass as he did so.

“I had hoped that you would make an exception for me.” Your voice was weak but just the sound alone caused his whole body to freeze. 

Slowly, almost cautiously, he rose to his feet, turning on his heel to face you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his body visibly fell and his face disappeared behind his hands. “Loki?” A heartbreaking sob ripped from his lungs as he collapsed to his knees.

Panic set your veins alight and with a trembling hand, you used the small magic key Frigg had bestowed upon you to enter the cell. You wasted no time, immediately taking him into your arms for the first time in months.

His face burrowed into the crook of your neck as he wound around you. He shook in your embrace, his tears soaking through your clothes as he cried, holding onto you as tight as you could. You placed kiss after kiss to his head in a vain attempt to sooth him as you succumbed to your own emotions.

“Are you really here?” You tried to answer him through the tears but all you could get out was more of a grunt than a word but you nodded against his hair and squeezed him even tighter. “H-how?”

Loki pulled away from you just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, making the blue of his irises even more striking. “Thor and your mother.” You managed to stammer out. 

There was a brief moment of silence as his dark brow furrowed in what you assumed to be confusion. His gaze dropped down to your body, still hidden by the thick cloak, then looked around the cell as if searching for someone. “Who else is here? I sense another presence.” 

“That's why I came here.” You gently guided his left hand down to your bump that seemed to grow each day, laying his palm flat against your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Loki’s breath caught, his eyes going wide. And he flinched.

Immediately, you were consumed by the fear you had tried so hard to tamp down since the first moment you saw that little plus sign on the test. He didn’t want the baby, he didn’t want you. This whole thing was a mistake, your mind screamed at you. But as your muscles tensed like you were preparing to run, Loki snapped out of it.

The world blurred around you and suddenly you were laying on a small bed in the corner, Loki hovering over you. His lean body slid easily between your soft thighs, pinning you to the surprisingly comfortable mattress with his weight. “My love. You’re truly with child?” His voice shook, his hand returning to your stomach.

“26 weeks as of yesterday and perfectly healthy.” He nodded and met your gaze once more, a small smile growing on his pallid lips.

“I had a feeling. I thought- I thought something happened to you but it was just a new life being formed.” You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against the bed.

“And how would you know that?” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling just because I have been locked away doesn’t mean that I can’t still use my magic.” His hand slipped up your front, obviously intending to go for your swollen breast but he paused at the extra piece of fabric that was now laying around your waist. “What is this?”

You responded with a giggle. “A bow. Thor wanted to give me to you for Christmas.” A fond look came over his face then, a realisation that you were not yet privy to.

“Indeed this is the best gift he could have ever given me.” Then for the first time in six months, he kissed you.

And as he stripped away your clothes and made love to you more tenderly than ever before, you couldn’t help but agree- this was the best gift to ever have been given

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Seven Minutes (S.R.)

Type: TWO-SHOT, independent, canon-ish

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 8700

Summary: You’re not obliged to go to that party, but you go because it’s a rare occasion during which most of your fellow Avengers meet and have some fun together. Until someone suggests a stupid teenage game. Until you and Steve end up locked in a closet together and things take a turn you couldn’t have possibly predicted.

Maybe you should have. Whenever Tony or – god forbid – Loki gets involved, it’s bound to end up in a disaster. Only this time, the victim of the shenanigans might be your heart.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, (unprotected sex, fingering, glimpses of size kink and praise kink, soft hints of D/s, mirrors, possessiveness;), alcohol, a drop of angst, language (a lot)

A/N: written for @jtargaryen18 Halloween challenge. Prompt in the final notes. I toyed with it so much that it might have been cheating 😅 dividers by @firefly-graphics 💕

Part 1: Seven Minutes in Hell

“I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.” ― Ally Carter, Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover

The party had died down; or as Tony said, only the fittest had survived. Banner, drunk on Asgardian liquor, let out a sensible chuckle at the words and fell asleep as he was, sprawled over one of the couches in the communal area, which looked more like a war zone than an aftermath of a giant party.

It wasn’t the mess of empty bottles and glasses and cushions having been thrown around at some point. It was the skeletons. The fake blood. The few smashed pumpkins, literally beaten to a pulp. Luckily, the one single torn-off arm which some idiot had smuggled in despite the strict ban on those, based on the fact that at least half of the guests suffered some form of a PTSD, had been kicked under the bar and covered by a cloth as soon as you had found it. Tony, despite already finding himself in a drunken haze, agreed to kick the asshole who had brought it out. Steve had shot you a grateful look when you had asked Tony to do so. Bucky – thankfully – never learned about the tasteless joke ever taking place.

Unlike the space, the Avengers had an aura of comfort around them. Lying around, some chatting sleepily, chuckling every now and then, some talking animatedly with a few friendly nudges under the ribs, they lounged in the area and welcomed the 1 a.m. announcement by Friday with relative grace.

Except for Tony, who booed and proceeded to glare at every single conscious Avenger present, one by one; Natasha and Clint comfortable on one couch, Steve and you on the other, Thor filling out a huge armchair, Rhodey looking a bit small in the other in comparison, Wanda practically lying in a lounge pug with Vision hovering by her like a guard, Helen and Maria crossed legged on tiny tabourets, Sam and Bucky, having been fighting each for their space on the couch, now sitting carelessly with Bucky’s feet against Sam’s thigh. And then there was Loki, spinning slowly in his egg chair he had charmed up and kept up in the air with his magic, Pepper having reluctantly sat down in the other which Loki had graciously made for her with a snap of his fingers.

“Seriously, guys! Just… boooo! This party is dying! We need to shake things up!” he called out theatrically, standing in the middle of the Sleepy Hollow with judgement written all over his face. Then, he lowered his voice, a wicked smile twisting his lips. “Do you wanna play a game? I do.”

At least four distinct snorts sounded around the group at his poor impression.

“Really, Tones?” Natasha questioned, probably referring to both his acting skills and the suggestion.

“I do want to play a game. It’s called let’s go to bed,” Bucky groaned, rolling his shoulders and throwing his feet back to the ground, startling Sam in the process.

“The night is still young, Barnes,” Clint huffed despite his eyelids barely staying open as he kept twisting a rubber imitation of femur between his fingers. “You sound like an old man.”

“Oh? That coming from you really says something,” Sam pointed out, a good-natured smile curling his lips; at the same time, Tony hummed: “Or a kinky one.”

“I must say I agree with Stark this once,” Thor boomed, nodding thoughtfully as several voices groaned at the gleeful grin lighting Tony’s face. “There seems to be a lull to these revels and it is indeed too soon to retire to bed. The sun has not even risen yet!”

A single clap of hands and Tony was gesturing towards Thor. “See! The Asgardian agrees with me. I must be right.”

“I bet he’s already regretting his words,” Steve noted, drawing a small chuckle from you.

In all honesty, you would be inclined to agree with Bucky on this one. Going to bed sounded heavenly, but there was one huge disadvantage to bed compared to the Sleeping Beauty Castle the Halloween party had turned into: the company wasn’t nearly as good. You weren’t greedy – you wouldn’t need all the Avengers present to come cuddle you in bed. Just one would do. The one whose thigh occasionally brushed yours as you talked about anything and everything, all kind smiles and a slightly tipsy spark in his gorgeous blue eyes which were complimented by the treacherous midnight shade of his one-size-too-small shirt.

“Now, now, Captain. The other Asgardian agrees too,” Loki’s voice slowly sneaked in, something in his tone causing your heart to skip a startled and yet excited beat.

Loki was… a friend. After trying hard for redemption, he had begun to join the Avengers business on occasion, his magic always proving to be of enormous help. His humour was a little wicked and twisted, but his heart was not nearly as dark as people had believed – or even he himself had. You sensed Steve’s wariness towards him still and understood his reasons; and secretly, you revelled in the worry Steve expressed whenever you spent time with Loki, which the golden-hearted captain feared you did so with a little too much trust.

The only reason why you wouldn’t throw it back to Steve’s face that he was questioning your judgement was the fact he had admitted he did actually not do that, ever – but simply cared for your safety – and that fact that he attempted to be as respectful about it as possible. That and the heartwarming knowledge that he thought of you, one way or the other. Maybe him being the person who was giving out the gentlest hugs could have played a role as well. Or perhaps even that you had – like a silly, silly girl – fallen for him long time ago and would let him not only get away with murder at this point, but probably also ask him if he needed any help to hide the body. Because you’d either believe him it was for a good reason that he had committed the crime, his moral compass just about perfect, or simply because he deserved the most loyal friends and loved ones he could get.

The sudden heavy thud snapped you back to present, causing you to jump in your seat. Steve’s warm hand covered yours in an instant, gaze trailing to you to make sure you were alright. As he gently squeezed your hand, you glanced at him and shot him a grateful smile.

He let go as soon as your gaze returned to the source of the noise: a large closet now standing a few feet from the seating area.

“How about this?” Loki suggested, calmly beckoning to the piece of furniture having just appeared out of this air.

“Do you… want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Wanda, suddenly wide awake at the stronger present of magic, questioned.

“Why not? I was under the impression Midgardians enjoyed this game during a party.”

“What are we, thirteen?” Sam asked, eyebrows creased sceptically.

“…going on thirty? Good movie,” Clint hummed, his grin showing pride at his reference.

“Ew, no-“

“Do you even know what Seven Minutes in Heaven is about?” Natasha asked, her expression intrigued; you had no doubt her mind had already begun to race as she tried to decipher the trickster’s motivations.

“Yes. I am quite pleased by the concept. If we play, perhaps I will be lucky enough to spend some private time with lovely Lady Speedy.”

Your eyebrows shot up as your gaze found Loki’s, a provocative smirk twisting his mouth. Interesting. Maybe even intriguing. Except it was not; at least not for the reason one might think. Loki was not at all interested in you. If he had, you would have known without a shadow of doubt. He wasn’t one for subtlety; if he had had an eye on someone, he would make sure to court them, persistently so. Or perhaps he would simply take.

No, Loki had not spent time thinking of you, much like you hadn’t spent time thinking about him.

There was only one Avenger whose company and love you longed for and had for the longest time – and you wouldn’t be surprised if Loki knew. What you hoped he had no idea about was the fact that you could have had it, once.

You could have had Steve, but you had mucked it up, too shocked to yes when he had asked. It had felt too fast, too surreal to be even happening – Steve Rogers asking you out for a cup of coffee – too good to be true.

Naturally, in a very Steve Rogers fashion, he had been too polite to disrespect your decision or let it negatively impact your blooming friendship back then; he had not made a single attempt to ask you out again since. In return, you had been too embarrassed to explain yourself – to explain that you felt like the luckiest girl on Earth, if not in the universe, that you would have jumped at the chance if he as much as hinted he was still interested – and in a very mature way, you never mentioned it again.

That was fine. You and Steve had become friends. Perhaps even good enough friends to mention it as an awkward memory; and only that, because you doubted that he was still carrying a torch for you. He had even briefly dated with Sharon Carter after the incident; he clearly moved on, because there was nothing to move on from. You had barely known each other back then. It wasn’t like you broke his heart or something. You just decided mess up what could have been a beautiful relationship.

Instead, you had a comfortable caring friendship. That counted as a win, yes?

And if you ended up in a closet with him for seven minutes now, you would, once again, acted like mature adults and… hug or something, yes? You would not give in into some stupid game and kiss him just because you’d have an excuse to do so. You would not be tempted to--- no. You respected Steve too much for that. You would never make anything to make him uncomfortable; if you had, you would not only not deserve to call yourself his friend, but even a decent human being.

And you were not thirteen anymore. You knew better. The awkwardness would not be worth it; the rejection would not be worth it. Losing the gift of Steve’s friendship would most definitely not be worth a few seconds of Heaven, of testing whether his lips were be as soft and gentle as you thought, if they tasted like you dreamed of. Knowing whether he would respond, whether he would kiss you, whether maybe, just maybe, there could be the faintest traces of seeing you differently than a friend and colleague.

No, the stakes were be too high.

“Hm… I think we should play,” Natasha said, earning at least five shocked stares, including yours.

“What?!”

“We should definitely not,” Steve protested, leaning forward with a very displeased frown, his eyes burning as he glared murderously at Natasha for entertaining the trickster’s whim.

“I mean… why not, after all? Two people in a closet, in cramped space? What is not to enjoy?” Bucky added, clearly changing his mind about going to bed. He was next at the receiving end of Steve’s disapproval.

“Ask a claustrophobic, I’m sure they’d come up with a reason or two,” you hummed, earning a sardonic ha ha from the dark-haired supersoldier.

“I mean… who knows. Could be magical,” Tony wiggles eyebrows.

“Are we back to 13 going to 30?”

Wanda, Pepper, Maria and Sam said NO with impressive coordination.

“I must say I am intrigued as I cannot quite see the appeal. It would be an enriching experience for me to understand. What is the worst that can happen?” Vision questioned.

“You did not just ask that,” Sam complained.

“Please tell me it’s just a closet and not some sort of a portal to Narnia?” Pepper chimed in, Loki’s smile surprisingly pleasant as he turned to her.

“It is simply a closet, my dear Lady Potts.”

“I don’t know, you guys, it still sounds like a pretty bad idea,” you chuckled nervously as you felt the air shift towards agreement to participate in this ridiculous game.

“Seconded,” Steve grunted by your side – but it was too late.

“Too bad, I’m getting an empty bottle,” Tony blurted out as he practically sprang after the nearest bottle indeed.

It was the perfect opportunity to walk away; it was the last chance to get out.

You didn’t.

Perhaps you didn’t want to look like a coward. Maybe you didn’t want to be a party pooper. You guessed you hoped they would scrape the idea after one round, because they would realize the game was lame and boring. Maybe, just maybe, a little part of you wondered if something interesting would come out of it – and you didn’t want to miss it.

Those were the things running through your head when you walked side by side with Steve, cursing the universe or some sort of physics cheat Tony had pulled or maybe Loki’s magic. Because of course it happened. Of course, the bottle pointed at you – and then on Steve.  

Could have been worse, you reasoned with yourself. Could have been… yeah you didn’t know who. Bruce who might turn in to the Hulk while in there was asleep, so he never was an option.But it was too late to back out now.

Steve, ever the gentleman, let you walk in first, offering a hand, a gentle smile on his face as he rolled his eyes at your friends being children. You squeezed his hand and smiled back, grateful – and calm.

Yes, being with Steve in such tight space with the knowledge what the game was about sent a few tempting thoughts into your head – but you’d be fine. You’d just chat, privately; you had done that countless times before, late night talks and maybe even your head resting on his shoulder when you got too sleepy to sit straight. You’d be fine.

Steve climbed up after you so you stood face to face, flashing you one last comforting smile. And then Tony closed the door behind you, leaving you in utter darkness.

Your first thought was that the inside of the closet was a lot smaller than it had appeared from the outside.

Your second thought was that perhaps that was not the fault of the closet or your eyes; the sheer width of Steve’s shoulders and other proportions of his body which had starred in too many of your dirty dreams and innocent fantasies alike were to blame instead.

Your third thought was that the air was becoming a little too hot and heavy to breathe a little too fast and that you weren’t certain you could last seven full minutes in this space where it felt you might as well already be wrapped in Steve’s arms. The subtle tones of his woodsy cologne, the heat radiating off his skin, the faintest light peeking through the door reflecting in his slightly ruffled hair and in his eyes, caressing his features the very way you always wished.  

Your fourth thought was, incidentally, less of a thought and more of an emotion – a red hot one at that. The flash of anger that ripped through you honestly took you by surprise, and hit you too hard to be ignored.

Because this was stupid.

This game was the stupidest thing possible that your friends could come up with. Steve was entirely stupid with his brilliance and courage and care and morality and outrageous handsomeness and most of all with giving you hope once that you could be good enough for him, that there was a glitch in the universe large enough that would somehow made the two of a potential couple. And you, oh you. You were the most stupidest of it all. To allow yourself to hope as well. To not let go of that fleeting seconds when the light of Steve Rogers was in your reach and you stood there like a dumbass without grabbing it, never speaking of it again then and yet still carrying a torch for him for two idiotic years.

Maybe if one of those things had been different – most likely of all, you – you could have been making out now. Maybe, you would feel his gentle touch in these shadows; or maybe hungry touch even. Maybe, because your friends were nosy assholes and drama queens, they would have banned you from participating in this in fear that they would have to disinfect the closet after you got full seven minutes in here.

Instead, all you had was a tentative brush of Steve’s hand to your elbow and the kind rumble of his voice, laced with worry.

“Hey, Shines. Are you okay?”

Ah yes. Another maddening thing: Steve’s sweet nickname for you. Where others called you Speedy – because of how quickly you had finished the intelligence test and made your way up in the Initiative – Steve had expressed his distaste in the nickname because just around the same time, he had learned about the modern term “speed”. Apparently, he did not like the idea of calling you something that reminded him of amphetamines. So instead, he had once admitted, he converted it in his head to the speed of light. And so Shines had been born.

The affection he sometimes spoke the single word with – the affection you longed for and mostly only imagined – was perhaps even more idiotic than your lack of reaction to his slightly shy advance two years ago.

For someone with your IQ score, you really were surrounded by stupidity and radiated it generously yourself.

The chuckle that escaped you tasted bitter on your tongue. “Why, sure. You?”

Even with the limited amount of light, you could see Steve’s searching gaze clearly. You could practically hear his mind whirling, wondering where the sudden ire had come from.

In an instant, you felt bad for snapping. Your trouble and your insecurities nor your anger at yourself were something he deserved to bear consequences for.

“I’m… fine,” he said after a while, kinder than you would have in his place. “Is there anything I can do to make the ‘sure’ better?”

Yeah, you thought. There were quite a lot of things; either put his mouth on yours – or elsewhere on your body, you weren’t picky – or maybe stop being so damn good of a person and being so damn loveable all the time when he didn’t mean anything beyond friendship by his behaviour.

You swallowed the once again bitter note and charmed a smile, your hand covering the back of his, still softly resting on your elbow.

“No. But thank you. I’m… sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he replied, eyes still searching. And soft. So annoyingly soft and caring.

You lowered your gaze and gulped, not finding it in yourself to respond. What could you even say to that?

The problem with Steve was that even if you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel him looking at you. At rare times, it felt like a punch, if he got truly angry with you – when you did something he considered stupid and dangerous as if you hadn’t been quite inspired by his own bravery – but at other times, like this, it felt like a fluffy blanket and a warm cup of tea pressed to your hands when the blues came knocking on your door.

No words were spoken for a long minute. And then, like you should have known they would, Steve’s arms carefully pulled you to his chest and wrapped you in a hug which felt just like his gaze a moment ago; except this feeling was real. He sucked up all your anger and frustration you into his chest with ease, breathed in once, then twice and unlike you, he simply let it go, allowing you to soak in his affection instead. 

You could cry at the sweet gesture. Sweet, sweet Steve: deadly force, righteous passion, beautiful soul and infinite kindness locked in a body of a gentle giant.

“Thank you,” you muttered into his shirt and you could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, arms tightening just a fraction.

“Any time.”

You felt your lips curl up in a smile too, allowing yourself to bask in the goodness he was. Strong embrace, but kind. Almost too hot to touch, like a sun, but somehow still feeling like sunshine instead. Lips soft as they touched your hairline, fingers gently running through the length of your hair-

You stiffened. It felt too good; it felt like what you wanted but didn’t actually have. Steve Rogers did not kiss you; not your cheek, not your lips, not your forehead or the crown of your head.

Or at least he never had before.

“Steve?”

His smile was a little bashful as he retreated, his hand sliding down your hair, holding your chin in gentle hold you could easily escape should you want to. But you didn’t. Why would you when his thumb caressed your cheek, eyes firmly holding your gaze even as his smile was slightly shaky?

You didn’t dare to stop whatever this was; because this was what you wanted. Whether this was Steve giving into the game only or anything else, you’d take it. Because you didn’t start it, you didn’t force him into something you wanted. He initiated it; he held you as if you were something precious all on his own. If this behaviour expired in a few minutes, well. At least you would have a sweet memory to cherish, wouldn’t you?

“I’ve been thinking of you.”

Your eyes must have been wide – even ridiculously so – at the admission, your heart like a thunder in your chest and in your ears. You… certainly you must have misheard. You must have misinterpreted what he was trying to say. That was not right. Was it?

“…you have?”

His smile widened, eyes full of good-natured amusement. “I’m always thinking of you, Shines. I’m honestly surprised I’m keeping it so subtle that you are this shocked by the revelation.”

You licked your suddenly dry lips. You must have breathed in something. You had too much to drink. Tony sneaked some edibles into the refreshments – yes, that had to be it.

But then the even more rational part of your brain chimed in: you could never dream up something as detailed. And Steve would have been immune to the drugs. He hadn’t drunk too much of the Asgardian liquor from Thor’s flask either.

You were both perfectly sober at this moment – as insane and surreal as it felt. Did Steve really…? You swallowed the slightly hysterical giggle trying to claw its way up your throat.

“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t make fun of this, would you?”

Steve’s eyes grew serious even as they remained kind.

“No. I wouldn’t,” he assured you, the slightest hint of offence in his tone. “You’re just… you’re everywhere. I try to focus on work, but you’re always on my mind. That smile, those pretty eyes. This… this drive and passion you have and turn it into hard and good work and kindness. Those gorgeous, gorgeous lips…”

You licked again them on instinct, not missing the fact that Steve’s gaze flickered down at the motion.

No way. No way.

You had hit your head. This was a fever dream, this… this was all you wanted and needed, it couldn’t possibly become true all of sudden. Right?

But if this was a fever dream, you might as well enjoy it. If it was reality, even the better. Because Steve Rogers was serious in matters of heart – he was most definitely not pranking you. So if he was saying he had been thinking about you, you had no reason to doubt him.

There rarely ever was a reason to doubt Steve Rogers.

“I… I think about you too,” you reluctantly admitted, his lips suddenly so, so close you could feel his breath when he spoke only one word in response.

“Good.”

The first touch to your lips was nothing but tentative; nothing but temptation and yet everything you could ever want. His hand cradled your face like precious porcelain and his kiss was like one of an artist asking his muse to allow him into her favour. Warm and soft; his lips were as soft and gentle as you had always thought they would be. The tender brush of his fingertips to your face however made your first kiss all the sweeter, as did his smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he released your lips. The giddy feeling burst inside your chest with intensity you couldn’t possibly contain.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m gonna have to agree with good,” you whispered; and before you could feel silly, Steve’s low chuckle echoed in the limited space, his thumb tapping your lips.

“Yeah.”

That was the only warning you received before his mouth were back on yours, letting you taste that smile of his; his arms, still around your waist, pulled you closer against the hard planes of his chest, the sensation reminding you that you could in fact too do more than simply lay your hand on him. He appreciated your initiative with a content hum, the vibration against your lips sending pleasant shivers down your spine and into your belly. When he deepened the kiss, his touch on you growing firmer, angling your head to his liking, you felt like you could melt from the inside, all nerves on the most beautiful fire.

Your startled sound when your back bumped into the wall of the closet drowned in Steve’s mouth, your parted lips but an invitation for him. The sensations were quick to rise into your head like a heady wine and suddenly only seven minutes in whichever alternate reality you felt as if you had entered seemed unfairly short. Your fingers flexed in the material of Steve’s shirt, his large palm sliding to your hip and squeezing. His hips rocked ever so slightly against yours and the semi-hard bulge pressing against your core had you whimper his name just as his lips moved to your jaw.

“Love hearing my name like this from your lips, Shines,” he whispered like a secret into your skin, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh and nearly causing your knees to buckle. I’ll say it as much as you want, you wanted to say, the words stuck in your throat, only a breathy Steve coming out again, much to his apparent delight. “That’s it. Wanna hear it more… but not here.”

The flash of a rationality was brief; before it could take, his lips were back on yours and you felt yourself falling, leaning into his touch, hands wandering over his exquisite body, hips rutting forward at the beautiful, beautiful groan your touch elicited from him.

I did that. He wants me, he wants me like this. I want him. I need him.

The simple thoughts occupied your brain, a last portion of coherency you managed as his palm slid to your ass with purpose and pressed you against his hardness in a promise of what was to come. You decided that you could die a happy woman right there and that you needed his mouth on your more than you needed oxygen; you grabbed onto his face, pulling his lips back to yours, rewarded by a deep kiss and both of his hands grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with a little too much vigour.

You succumbed to the pleasure of his touch, head spinning, the world passing by in a blur.

It didn’t matter how you got into his room next; it didn’t matter, not when his hands were on you again, an absurdly polite can I? as his dextrous fingers slid the strap of your dress off your shoulder, a kiss to every inch of the newly revealed skin, leaving nothing but hunger for more in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he praised as he mouthed at your skin, the new endearment causing your heart to tremble, stomach fluttering pleasantly. “The times I imagined this, imagined you… turn around, Shines.”

You’d swear that you would let Steve Rogers get away with murder; but asking you to turn away from his hot lips, that was toeing the line of insanity.

“Steve-“

“Shhh… I’ve got you,” he cut of your protests, strong hands simply spinning you around.

He rewarded you for the lack of resistance by placing his hand over your stomach, skin hot even over the thin fabric, pressing you back against his chest and his more than evident arousal, lips attaching to the column of your neck, sliding the other strap of your dress down. Instinctively, you leaned your head back, exposing your throat to him, a small but sharp nip of teeth sending a fresh wave of arousal into your core.

Long fingers slid up your throat, turning your head so his lips could meet yours again, demanding and yet so giving, hand inching from your belly down your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress and causing your breath to hitch.

God, you needed him. You wanted him in every way possible, but if this was what came before he’d take you out, you had zero problem with that. You needed to feel him.

The please escaping your newly freed lips sounded almost pathetic to your ears, but Steve clearly disagreed with your assessment.

“Oh sweetheart, you sound so pretty like this… and look at you,” he rasped, nudging you to actually look ahead, only for you to realise you were now facing the tall mirror of his closet, gaze setting on your own face, dominated by the kiss-swollen lips and pupils blown up by lust. “Gorgeous… and you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re coming apart for me. First on my fingers and then…”

You shuddered when his fingers finally slid under your skirt, caressing the lace of your thigh-highs, chest vibrating against your back with an appreciative hum. Your gaze strayed to Steve’s face, only to find his eyes laser focused on your face in the mirror, flashing darkly when his fingertips found the soaked fabric of your panties and pressed.

“So wet for me, Shines. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Can’t wait to make you mine… you want that, don’t you?” he whispered, your lips parting wordlessly and at the very moment, he pushed the offending fabric to the side and dipped his index finger in your slick. He stroked a few times, coating his fingers in your essence and entered you with two with laughable ease. You pushed your hips forward on instinct, already needing more.

“Steve, oh god-“

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, free hand pressing your back to his front, hardness digging into our ass. “I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…”

Vainly wriggling against his strong hold because that was exactly what you wanted, you caught his smile in the mirror, his lips pressing softly against your temple as his fingers begun pumping in and out of your tight channel, stealing the breath from your lungs. Resigned and secretly thrilled by his dominance, you leaned against his chest, letting your head fall back against his strong shoulder, praying he’d give you more soon.

Instead, he pulled his fingers out altogether, painting your inner thighs with your slick, stepping back, leaving you cold and empty.

“St-“

His hand landed gently on your shoulder, his other hand easily sliding the zip of your dress down your back, letting it fall to the ground. Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your stockings, soaked panties and lace bra, you shuddered under Steve’s hungry gaze; but at the same time, the adoration and admiration shining from his gaze even made your stomach flip and stopped your hands from self-consciously covering yourself at least a bit.

You weren’t shy. You weren’t ashamed of your body; but goodness, Steve’s eyes trailing the length of it, taking in every inch of bare skin and appreciative of how the fabric hugged the parts still covered made you feel like a goddess. A muse.

His gaze was hypnotic as his eyes met yours in the mirror again, his smile soft before it earned a lustful edge.

“You’re a piece of art, Shines…” He stepped back to you, lips attaching back to your neck and his fingers pushed the panties down and let them slide down your legs, hand sprawling over your pubic bone and teasing your core with his fingers again. “And I’m going to appreciate that in every way I know… but you’re gonna watch. I wanna watch you as you fall apart for me, and I want you to see how beautiful you look when I make you mine. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t think. You nodded at the promise of pleasure, instantly rewarded by three fingers stretching you, one of your hands landing on his wrist to keep him inside, the other grabbing at his head behind you. You felt his smile against your neck before he sucked on your skin, setting a punishing pace, this time letting you meet his advances. The sight of his large hands over you was insanely erotic; his size and strength captured in a repetitive picture, your muscles contracting as you tried to encourage him to give your more. The pleas seamlessly blending with his name were falling from your lips as the pressure inside you built and built, the wicked curl of his fingers nearly having you reach for the stars.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Steve-“  

“Watch, sweetheart,” he reminded you feverishly, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by his blown pupils, dark, pleased and unabashedly on you taking his fingers one moment, on your face contorted with pleasure next, the sheer hunger in his gaze aimed at you only adding fuel to the heat in your abdomen.

You tried to keep your eyes on your pair, you truly did, just to please him, just to gain more. It earned you a whispered praise to your ear, a sucking kiss on your throat and circling motions on your clit.

That had you were done for. Your eyes fluttered close as you clenched around Steve’s fingers with a breathless cry, ecstasy exploding inside you and lighting your body on fire.

You could feel Steve’s burning gaze on your still, but he didn’t push you again, didn’t deny you just because you didn’t give him what you couldn’t at the moment, too wrapped in your bliss. Of course, he didn’t. He was still Steve; much filthier than you imagined, but still himself. Warm and safe, holding you close when his motions slowed down, prolonging your pleasure, still supporting your weight when your legs nearly gave out. Chuckling silently with an adoring soft kiss to your jaw when you breathed out a thank you, thinking about the fact he caught you, probably sounding as if you were thanking him for absolutely ruining you with his fingers only, not so subtly showing you that you might not survive when he’d turn it up a notch and actually took you.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” he whispered into your hair, carefully pulling out his fingers as not to hurt you. “Even more beautiful that I imagined.”

You shuddered, unable to respond with words, turning around and chasing his lips instead. He obliged and kissed you sweetly, wrapping his arms around you close, only now having you realize he was still fully clothed himself. And that the way his had cock pressed against his slacks must have been painful at this point. For that reason alone – that he put your pleasure before his, as you knew he would – you would sink to your knees in an instant if your core wasn’t already throbbing for him.

“I want you,” you said against his mouth, revelling in his smile and the playful nip on your lower lip he graced you with upon your admission.

“Good. Because I need you. I need to see those pretty lips parted for me and unable to speak anything but my name when I fill you up so well you’ll never even think about another man again,” he said slowly, letting every heavy syllable sink into your skin and have your already racing heart nearly give out – and letting your lips loose.

“Yes. Please.”

When you suddenly found yourself in the air, held firmly in his arms and carried to the bed, you couldn’t find the shame in you to be bashful about your needs.

Because when he sunk into you and delivered on his promises, you felt like you entered another plane of existence. When his hands grabbed onto you, his body an art piece you could feast your eyes on and touch, you suddenly understood his need for a mirror, for a glimpse from every angle, the absolute beauty of your bodies together as one, of seeing him lose himself to pleasure of his own.

His chants of endearments, praise and mine echoed in your ears, your lips indeed only remembering to speak his name, whisper it and scream it. When he lifted you to your high two more times, filling you with his spent to make you his indeed, you knew that you would be his forever; you had been for a long, long time.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…”

“Yours, I am yours.”

Blinking your eyes open, you slowly realized you never knew darkness could feel so violent to your eyes. Steve’s deeply concerned gaze was firm on you, frown settled in his brows, both hands on your biceps holding you as if you were about to pass out any second.

His relieved breath brushed over your face, shoulders sagging.

“Thank god, Shines. I was starting to get worried. Are you alright? It’s like you went to a completely different place for a moment there.”

Why were you standing? You had been just lying down, the heat of Steve’s skin seeping into yours from your back and his arm wrapped around your middle as you had fallen asleep.

“What?” you rasped, feeling the ghost of the soreness in your throat as you nearly lost your voice having screamed his name. You blinked again as the image of his beautifully red parted lips trembling with your name flickered in front of you, disappearing just as fast – replaced by him growing worried by the minute.

In a closet. You were in a closet. The sound of idly chat and chuckles dimmed by the walls of the closet reached your ears. The party was still in a sleepy swing; a stupid game was still on.

The realization was like a bucket of icy water dumped on your heated body, all-consuming confusion swallowing all your thoughts.

But… how? You--- that wasn’t- you had been to Steve’s room. He had—- he had kissed you, right here, a dream coming true when he admitted he was still thinking of you and was ready to act on it, his hot soft lips, his hands, deliciously long thick fingers, wickedly dextrous as they sneaked between your legs, opened you up for his--- he had stretched you so good, in every way imaginable, his gaze so dark as he watched you both in the mirror, so sweetly and devilishly delighted at filling you up to the brim, making you his-  

“Okay, that’s it, Shines. We’re out of here-”

“No!” you blurted out, horror seizing you at the mere thought of coming out to the light right now. With you face flushed; with your core painfully empty and slick even as the aftershocks of your orgasms, having felt so real, turned from echo of pleasure to mortifying all-consuming shame. “No, no, it’s fine! I’m fine. I just… I must have had too much to drink and zoned out.”

“You didn’t drink that much,” Steve opposed swiftly, his gaze so unnerving, and could he just stop, stop looking at you like he cared, so sweet and nice and so frustratingly not yours even if the affection in his gestures felt all the same as in whatever fucked-up dream experience you just had just been through. “We should-“

“Please, don’t-- they’re never gonna let us live this down if we bail,” you argued lamely, unconvincing even to your own ears, feeling tears burn in your eyes and desperately trying to stop them from showing.

“Fuck that. It’s just a stupid game.”

‘Fuck, look at you. I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…’ echoed in your ears, so crystal clear you would have sworn it had happened – but what other evidence did you need that it was just a wild creation of your mind?

Steve didn’t love you. Steve didn’t want you this way. It had never happened. You were still in this closet in the dark, blinded by the light his persona, this time annoyed since the light only hurt your eyes.

And you heart. Your stupid little foolish heart.

“…yeah. Yeah, just a stupid game. Just… so so stupid,” you muttered, no longer talking about the game – and unable to stop the tears from coming anymore.

You laughed bitterly, understanding nothing, but not caring, even more irked at the alarmed expression on Steve’s face when he noticed the few glistening drops rolling down your cheeks.

“Shines… what is it? What can I do to make it better?”

His hands, having been burning a brand onto your biceps, shifted, one caressing your arm, the other rising to your face; and you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the touch, not when it meant less than what you wanted and needed, not when his fingertips brushed your cheek as if it was something precious to him – not when you knew it wasn’t.

You stepped back out of his reach hastily, your back hitting the wall; but not without catching the flash of hurt on his face when you rejected the affection and comfort he was offering.

“I’m sor-“ The words died in your throat, the sudden almost electric shift in the air making your hair stand on end.

As fast as if you snapped your fingers, Steve was no longer looking at you.

In fact, he wasn’t looking at anything.

Your stomach dropped.

“…Steve?”

Your whisper was tentative, but your step forward was not. Heart thundering in your chest, your eyes roamed his suddenly expressionless face. What the hell was happening?

Gulping, you reached out for his hand with yours; but as you squeezed, his hand remained limp by his side.

“Steve, can you hear me?”

Frustration and shame swiftly forgotten, your fingers slid to his wrist, feeling for his pulse. It fluttered under your touch like a hummingbird; but with how fast your own heart was beating, it might have been that you could feel your own.

You went to a completely different place for a moment there, you recalledhis words, real words, right after you found him observing you with concern rather than pulling you to his bare chest after an intense session of fucking.

Whatever had happened to you, be it blamed on alcohol or anything else, was clearly happening to him now. That or you accidentally triggered some kind of a flashback with the way you had reacted. If you had, you’d never forgive it yourself; but you’d have time to feel like an asshole later. Now, Steve needed your help. Fast.

Except you had no idea what was actually taking place in here, let alone how to solve it.

“Yeah, fuck this game.”

You were not going to stay here another second. Not when Steve, sweet kind Steve who deserved the world, was stuck in some strange trance you might have caused.

You were just about to bang on the door of the closet with all your might when a gasp for air had your head snap back to Steve so quickly you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

Your hands were on his arms to steady him before you could think about it twice. Relief flooded your body when his gaze unmistakably found yours, even if he stared at your wide-eyed, clearly rattled by whatever had just happened.

“Shines?” he rasped, blinking a few times as if to adjust his sight to the darkness again, following the lines of your arms to where you were holding onto him with confusion. You swiftly dropped your hands, his frown only deepening at that.

“Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I--- I think so?”

The uncertainty in his voice and the suddenly unreadable emotion in his face made a lump grow in your throat.

“Yeah, the fact that this sounds more like a question than an answer really tells me you were right,” you stated, feeling small as you saw Steve had trouble finding his footing. As his friend, you had the privilege to see him vulnerable more often than the general public, but that didn’t mean the fact he seemed clueless and slightly lost now was still unsettling. “We should get out of here, right now. You were staring blank ahead for at least a minute. You really scared me, Steve.”

His eyebrows shot up as he learned that was what happened.

“I was…? That’s what-- you scared me too. You were staring into space before too... What happened to you in that time?” Steve queried, gently despite obviously being affected himself. “Do you… do you remember any of it?”

You let out a small distressed noise, heat of shame flooding your body all over again.

Yeah, no. You were not going to tell him what exactly happened, regretfully only in your head.

You rarely lied so blatantly, less so to Steve, but these were desperate times. You’d rather keep at last some of your dignity.

You licked your lips. “I… I just zoned out. And then suddenly you were here, asking if I was sure I was okay. You?”

His eyes searched your face for a moment as if he could sense your lie – or at least lack of complete honesty. Yet, he didn’t press, swallowing loudly instead and giving you a shaky smile.

“…yeah. Yeah, same. That was… strange.”

No kidding. You believed him losing consciousness the way he had was strange indeed.

Except when you zoned out, you dreamed of a world where Steve railed you into oblivion while watching you both in a mirror. Until now, you thought that shoving you against a wall and hauling you up in those enormous arms and railing you like that would be more than enough to satisfy your cravings, but apparently you were wrong. But never mind that, right? You could be flexible… flexible enough, in more ways than just one. God knew sex with a man as fit as Steve might require some stretching.

You licked your lips again, mouth feeling dry at the memory. And yet. It wasn’t all a memory. He still was so close, watching so intently. Almost as if… no.

You laughed without a trace of humour.

“Yeah, well, maybe Stark laced the walls with something when he was closing the door-“ your voice trailed off, eyes growing wide as you entertained the wild thought. “Actually, you know what, I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

Honestly, it would be a perfectly plausible explanation. In fact, you wanted that to be the explanation; it shifted the blame. You and Tony could share the blame for the inappropriate images still flashing in your mind at least.

Not to mention that theorizing was the most welcomed distraction you could get in the tiny space growing hotter by the minute, full of Steve’s masculine scent seeping into your skin and making your underwear even damper by the second.

“Hm…” Steve hummed, intrigued, his concern melting into outrage. “Loki suggested the game and made the closet. Whatever happened could be on him.”

You frowned at the implication, instinctively protective of the god of mischief; Tony was the kind of guy who would pull this kind of shenanigans using precisely the fact Loki might end up being blamed while he’d laugh his ass off.

“Tony didn’t exactly protest, maybe he just jumped at the chance.”

“Hold on a second… do you think they would team up? To deliver some sort of an advanced Halloween prank?”

Your first instinct was to say no. The thought was absurd. Loki and Tony tolerated each other at best, Tony being one of the people having the hardest time forgiving Loki for the destruction he had once caused… when it suited him. Other times… well.

“I’m…” you hesitated, “I’m not sure, actually. But I know I’m not laughing.” For sure.

Steve face was serious as he observed you, worry creeping into his expression again – you only hoped he forgot all about your earlier outburst, even as you were aware that was very unlikely.

“Can’t say I do. Once we’re out, this game is over.”

“Yeah, good idea,” you agreed instantly. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

He seemed a little flushed, a little shell-shocked still. Then again, you imagined you did too. At least you hoped you did; you hoped Steve couldn’t read you like a book… and you hoped Wanda was smart enough not to enter your mind while you were in here.

Oh god, Wanda.

“Yeah… but that’s only cause it’s not a terrible imposition to be here with you of all people,” Steve said lightly, a ghost of a genuine smile curling up his lips, an unvoluntary smirk passing over yours at his choice of words.

“Well, I’m honoured not to be a terrible imposition to you, Captain,” you sassed, unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. “I suppose there are worse people to get stuck with.”

“Such a compliment,” he threw back readily, eyes twinkling. Minutely – and you would swear it – his gaze flickered to your lips.

You heart started racing. You only imagined it. There was no way. Was there? Or…?

“Shines, I… there’s something I think I should tell you,” Steve said slowly, voice turning surprisingly soft.

You blinked, the feeling of déjà-vu hitting you like a train. You had to be dreaming again. There was no way he said those words, not so tenderly, not-

The door opened so suddenly you had to squint against the flood of light; light as harsh as the truth, overtaking all of your senses.

You stumbled out of the tight space with a deep breath, the colder air sobering you up fast.  Whatever Steve was about to say, it didn’t matter; it was probably your mind playing tricks on you again and if it wasn’t, it was probably just words of consolidation he came up with at the spot, an attempt to sooth whatever had bothered you before. Nothing more.

Because whatever you had fantasied about in the closet, it was just that: a fantasy. True, one you weren’t aware you had, but a fantasy nonetheless.

Steve had long moved on from asking you out two years ago. Whatever could have been, you had missed your chance then; he was just being friendly. He tried to offer comfort, because that was what he did. Even when you hurt him by your rejection of it, even when he was rattled himself by whatever he had experienced, he tried to comfort you again what could be two minutes later, because that was what good friends did.

Not a terrible imposition – that was what he said, after all. Even as you knew he probably chose the words on purpose to distract you and amuse you, it was not exactly a declaration of love. There was nothing but friendship between you, not from his side and that meant you would keep it that way unless you were ready to risk it all.

Which was going to be never.

As Steve firmly announced that the game was over, contrary to the booing from several Avengers, you wondered what it would take to rename the stupid activity to Seven Minutes in Hell.

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Prompt: 7 Minutes in… Where?: You know the game. Only when you and your significant other are locked in the closet for 7 minutes, you’re transported somewhere else.

Many thanks for Jamie for hosting this challenge and stirring this sleepy fandom to life 🥰

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Yessss!!! Ask are open! Ok my ask is can we get human reader x odin?

Reader was sort of a recluse from her village her hime was located far away from any that could bother her and that's how she liked it.

That was until some giants came suddenly in a hurry through her land. While she wasnt the tallest she was the strongest warrior of what remains of her family so she was quick to take care of the brutes

She was about to leave when suddenly she realizes they were carrying a far too small of a bundle in their hands. The bundle wpuld be baby thor and loki! Stolen from their cribs away from odins watchful eyes. She is quick to adopt them right away unaware of them being the children of the gods.

Odin gets constantly reminded of his blunder by readers his now wife whenever he gets too full of himself with loki and thor joining in the fun!

Please! If that's alright thank you and have a good year!

-You enjoyed your quiet home, on the outskirts of town, where you could see the stars high above, and any noise you heard was that of the forest around you.

-It was a life you had grown accustomed to, it was lonely sometimes sure, you wanted someone to talk to, but you never really put forth the effort of doing anything about it and those who did know about you just regarded you as a recluse, one unwilling to come out of your forest.

-You didn’t mind living on your own, you could handle yourself, as you were way stronger than you looked, so if any threats ever did try to come knocking you were ready to knock back.

-It was a quiet day when your life changed, you had been outside chopping wood, wanting to get a head start before it got too cold, when the earth started to shake, rumbling as if it were coming alive.

-You looked around for the source before you saw a group of charging giants, bent on causing destruction. You scowled as you hated dealing with giants.

-You were a warrior, despite not looking like one, as you were raised in a family of warriors, you knew how to fight, you knew how to defend yourself and this time was no different.

-You made the spirits of your family proud, as you were the last one of your line, by easily beating the giants, stopping their destruction.

-You were going to start preparing to light the bodies on fire, to get rid of them, using the wood you had chopped before you heard a small cry, one of a baby.

-You looked around and found a tiny bundle wrapped in a blanket, squirming as if it was still alive. It was much too small to be a giant’s baby, so you quickly approached and found two infant boys fussing quietly.

-Your eyes were wide, seeing them before you gathered them into your arms, “This is no place for you little ones. Let’s see if we can find out where you were taken from.”

-They took quickly to you, cooing happily when you cuddled them close, keeping them warm at night, taking care of them, unaware of the lineage of these two little ones.

-It was two days later, you were gathering some herbs, wearing a sling so one baby could be on your back, the calmer red headed one, and one against your chest, the more mischievous of the two, when you felt pressure all around you.

-You were stunned to see Odin there, looking frazzled as you stood, showing the two children in your possession and he instantly relaxed, breathing deeply.

-You bowed your head to him in respect, “Greeting Lord Odin, what brings you to my little home?” he instantly approached, surprising you as he cupped each of the babies’ heads, “Where did you find them?”

-You were surprised to see him so attentive, quickly realizing that these two were his children, “Giants were trying to run through the forest, they were dealt with, and I found these two afterwards.”

-Odin surprised you, giving you a soft smile, telling you how they had been spirited away from the cribs while he was taking a short nap, needing a break.

-You couldn’t help but smirk, teasing up at him as he took Thor from your back, “Right under Lord Odin’s nose- what will people say~”

-Odin sent you a small scowl and was going to say something but Loki was quickly giggling, like he agreed with you and Odin hung his head, as he knew you were right.

-What Odin wasn’t prepared for was that when he tried to return Loki and Thor home, both were quickly crying, reaching out to you, not wanting to be apart from you, which you did think was rather sweet.

-Odin asked to impose on you, willing to provide supplies for the babies and himself as he invited himself to stay, after you said it was okay, so the babies would be happy.

-That was so many years ago, looking back on it now, your boys, as you had adopted Loki and Thor as your own after Odin asked you to marry him after falling for you, were all grown up now, powerful warriors of their own.

-Odin had found peace with you, as you were soft and gentle but also sarcastic and funny as you never let him live it down how the giants were able to sneak in and steal your boys away.

-He didn’t mind, seeing you look so happy, despite teasing him, as you treated him like a normal man, not the leader of the Norse pantheon, and he would never hesitate to defend you from others who saw you as unworthy, all three of your boys would- as Thor and Loki loved their mama and Odin loved his spouse.

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— december 31st.

summary || ``out in the cold with a god, the historian never expected how great the next year would turn out to be.``

pairing: tva!loki x fem!historian!reader song recommendations: where the sea sleeps (day 6 – even of day) lowercase is intended…

— themes and warning/s: fluff, friendly bickering, friends (allies)-to-lovers, cozy, very minimal swearing (literally just one), this is very soft pls my heart–

— a/n: somebody got into loki again (me) and it’s been a while since i’ve written a marvel au (like probably 6 years ago HELP) and just for some backstory, my writer buddy (@yourstrulyksm) got me into this because she wanted me to write a christmas special but uh, the idea came in late……. and also, brainrot for loki……….. so here’s a short, teeny tiny winter special to end the year with! let’s welcome 2024 with a warm embrace (and perhaps a kiss…? maybe ship yourself with the upcoming year??? i’m def going insane)

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“are you alright?”

oh, you were pissed off, and not in a healthy amount. you were unhealthily pissed off. him asking you that question while you both stood in the middle of the wilderness clearly was not a great way to have a brand new conversation that opened with him doubting your mental state in some way. a loose nightdress was the only thing keeping you warm and as much as it looked so good on you, you were now beginning to hate it with all of your soul. 

that and the god who dragged you out of your home to fulfill a mission, loki.

“it’s almost twelve o'clock and you’re expecting me to be okay out here, in the cold, outside of my damn apartment, dressed in this sleeveless, thin cotton dress– are you that dense!?” anger was just inching closer with each second that passed as the god looked you from top to bottom, keeping his lower lip under his front teeth as he tilted his head.

‘right, he was a front giant. i forgot,’ you thought, huffing as you crossed your arms in both the burning annoyance and in the cold. to your surprise, that ticking bomb inside your head wasn’t really going to do much to keep you warm. 

“why didn’t you bring a jacket, then?” he questioned again. “you showed up at my doorstep panicking! i didn’t have time to get one!” you complained.

and then, there was silence, a moment of clarity which was later interrupted by the god once again. this time, he laughed, shaking his head at the supposed funny moment that took place earlier. “... oh, my friend, i do apologize–”

“you should,” you quickly snapped back, walking next to him as you followed his directions as if you weren’t familiar with the location. “now, i’m freezing like shit here– what are you doing?”

without thinking twice, the thick, dark blazer he wore was slipping off of his shoulders and arms as he gave you a state, later offering it to you by nudging your arm with his knuckles. “come on, wear it. the cold never bothered me anyway,” he said, both of his eyebrows raised as his eyes glimmered, hoping that you’d just take the blazer from him.

“... thanks a lot, elsa.” you still spoke in that grumbling tone you always had when it came to him but deep down, it was all for the humor… and the never-ending stage of denial. 

yes.

it’s been a while since those feelings for him bloomed like a flower on a spring’s day.

and now, you’re stuck with him like a pine tree on a winter’s night. “what are you even doing here? didn’t you tell me that we’re just supposed to see each other throughout time like… periodical visits?” you questioned, still wondering why he was now standing next to you. 

although he and mobius did need the help of a licensed historian, it was clear that you weren’t like the two of them. you had an entirely different role and just like what they both would say, you should play your role in the timeline. 

“why? isn’t this just like one of those periodical visits as well?” his shoulders slowly rose throughout the question as you sighed. 

3 days ago. it’s been 3 days since loki and mobius left…  and now, one of them is back again and it didn’t seem like he’s in trouble as you assumed.

“yeah, but like, i thought you’d come see me a few months after the last visit,” you muttered, taking steps with him slower this time, clearly diving deep into the talk. “you know? like the last time… for you, only a week passed but for me, it took six and a half months. is there another problem we have to fix or is this gonna be your thing?”

in return, he chuckled and asked back, “can’t i just pay my favourite historian a visit?”

“... but i’m the only historian you know–” “shut up.”

though it sounded bitter, both of you still smiled over the friendly banter and somehow, it was nice to know that loki traveled through time again just to meet up with you.

as a busy historian constantly checking if the two tva employees or sylvie herself made any of those rewrites in the many pages of history, you never really had a chance to go out with friends… you weren’t even sure if you still had contact with those old friends of yours.

in some way, you were lonely. 

you’d never admit it to yourself or to anyone around you but it was undeniable that you still were. “so, what you’re telling me is that you probably got bored and thought to yourself that you should seek me out just so you could take me here in the middle of the night? for fun? is this your brilliant idea of fun?” you questioned, syncing your pace with him as leaves and snow rustled beneath your boots. 

again, he chuckled. “well… it’s not exactly boredom,” the god answered, taking a deep breath right after. “... i did have plans to see you tonight.”

‘... what?’ that one word danced around your mind in circles because not once did you think of that possibility.

he just said he wanted to see you exactly tonight, how could that happen?

“and it’s getting late, i know. i’m sorry for dragging you out here but this one…” he trailed off, taking another deep breath as he suddenly stopped walking… and of course you did the same, choosing to face the trees instead of him. 

“this one’s important.”

then, he raised his hand mid-air, just above his own shoulder as his fingers fluttered, emitting vibrant sparks in every color you could think of. he had a genuine smile on his face, his emerald eyes staring back at you while you focused on how the sparks flew and twirled around his palm. once you looked at him, you held in your breath, absolutely overwhelmed by the situation. “... loki.”

“i’m in love with you,” he said softly, his eyes turning glossy, admitting to it all wholeheartedly. no more secrets now. “and it’s killing me to keep these words to myself for longer so nothing’s stopping me from saying them now. i am so in love with you, y/n… i can’t imagine not seeing you every single minute.”

with the sparks from his own palm flying into the air, syncing with the fireworks that blasted into the dawn skies, he pulled you close, the lips you’ve dreamed of every night brushing against yours soothingly as you started forgetting about how cold it was… the kiss he was giving you was enough to keep you warm.

even too warm, perhaps…

“whoa– hey, wait a second.” you pulled away from him, your palms touching his chest, grazing a little bit against the fabric of his ironed as if it was to restrict you from letting the kiss get deeper than expected. “... we just kissed? is this for real? or are you enchanting me? loki, i swear–,” you were then cut-off by quick peck on your cheek, his hands touching the back of yours so delicately as he looked at you with relief, shaking his head.

“this is for real, trust me.” he smirked, smothering his lips against yours once again as your eyelids closed shut, indulging everything he’s been giving you right at that moment.

well, isn’t this such a great way to start the year?

[thomasisaslut]

Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader

Body Worship — Kinktober

Word Count: 1.1k

Includes: Vaginal Fingering, Hickeys, Squirting, Body Worship.

⚠️ - Descriptive BD

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51272161

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1391145638-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲-𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩-𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢-𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧-𝐱-𝐅

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were suppose to be bathing right now but the sight of your body made you pause.

Your hands clutch the chub at your stomach, you squeeze the area. Tears forming in your eyes at the purple and red markings clawing at your sides like a tigers stripe.

You move further down your nude body, your fingers curl around your thighs. You squeeze the extra skin there, the tears are on the edge of falling when you hear a knock at the bathroom's door.

"My darling, you haven't gotten in the bath yet?" Loki asks from the other side of the door.

"Y-Yeah! I'm getting in now." You state, however, your voice betrays you. Your throat becomes heavy with your saliva, the tears you were holding back fall. You sniffle.

"Love? Are you alright?" His tone is laced with concern, the doorknob begins to fumble as Loki attempts to open the door. "Darling, open up."

"No... I'm just bathing."

"Darling." The concern shifts to a demanding tone.

You hesitantly open the door, your tears begin to flow down your cheeks.

"My love?" Loki instantly wraps his arms around you, he holds your nude body close to his clothed one. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing." You nuzzle your face into his chest, for a Frost Giant he was warm as hell. "I-I just... got burnt, by the water."

Loki dips his index finger into the water. "The water has gone ice cold, darling."

"Well, yeah, it stopped running-"

"Just moments ago." The god cuts in.

You send a small glare his way, he sighs and steps closer.

"Is something wrong, my love?" The god of mischief asks you, his tone concern for you.

More tears fall, he holds you tighter. You know you can't lie to your husband, not just because he is the god of lies and could tel instantly but because you couldn't lie to the man you loved.

"Yes."

"Why, darling?" Loki cups your cheeks, whipping away your tears with his thumbs.

"I... I don't understand how you could love me, how you could marry me!" You emphasize the word 'you'. "I mean, look at me." Your hands find your stomach chub again, squeezing the flesh as more tears stream down your face.

"Oh, my love..." He steps closer and whispers your name into your ear. "I could never not love you!" Loki smiles reassuringly, and for some reason you believe it. "You think fat is ugly?"

You slowly nod. "On me... yes."

In a second the two of you are sat in the bath, he kneels before you in the tub before spreading your legs. His lips connect to your lower stomach—the water only to your mid shin.

"Fat is natural, my love." He kisses your stomach, it sends a tingly feeling down your spine. "Chub..." Loki grips your thighs. "Is normal." He moves to your arms, he saw how you looked at those too. "Your body is natural and I love every part of it. I cherish the fact that I am the one who can see you like this." He presses a kiss onto your cleavage.

"But... wouldn't you prefer someone... you know, tiny?" You mumble.

A small chuckle escapes his lips, his chin rests on your breasts as he looks up at you—piercing blue orbs meeting your own.

"Your Midgardian standards..." His hands move back to your lower belly. "This." He gently squeezes. "Is the Asgardian standard, and you, my love, are married to a prince there. You think that I would find you any bit unattractive?"

More tears roll down your cheeks, but now they are the opposite of the emotion you felt before. These water droplets are happy tears.

Fuck, how you loved this man. He could go from being the god of mischief to the most nice being you've ever met.

"No... I... I am beautiful." You state, your voice shaky as you speak your statement.

"Yes." Loki purrs, his hands move to your inner thighs. "Say it again, pet."

"I am beautiful, Loki."

He smirks, his hands move closer to your suddenly dripping cunt.

"Again." The god demands.

"I am beautiful, Loki, and you made me think so."

Loki's index finger slips into your wet cunt, you let out a gasp of pleasure from the insertion, he quickly slides in another and begins to scissor your pussy.

"You thought I would hate you, my love? I could never. I hold you above all else, you are the one woman I would bow before, I would do in front of everyone in the Nine Realms as well." He smirk, his words distract you enough and he slides in his ring finger.

He curls them deep inside of you, once he hits that soft spot inside your core a moan passes your lips. Loki leans up and connects your lips, his left hand on your jaw as you kiss.

"My love, my princess, my pet, my everything. I want you to cum on my fingers tonight, can you do that for me, darling?"

"Y-Yes!" You moan, he only hums. His lips move from your own down to your throat, his fingers don't stop moving inside of you for a second as he does so.

Loki bites down on your throat, clamping on your flesh, sucking in a deep love bite, marking and claiming you all over again. It reminded you of your wedding day, how he took you in the hallway before you could even get to the bed—the god nearly ruined your dress he was so frantic to fuck you.

"I love you," Loki whispers before sucking another hickey. "I love you so much, my darling." He kisses the love bite. "I love you more than I have loved anything in the entirety of the universe, you and your body, you and your thoughts, you."

His thumb strokes over your sensitive clit and it makes you almost hit the edge, he begins to pick up the pace of his motions, you buck your hips to match the fucking of his fingers.

"Loki!" You moan, your sound echoing in the bathroom.

"Cum for me, my love."

So you do, hard. Your juices cover his hand as your orgasm, your body going limp from the feeling of his hand. Loki kisses you again, softly and comforting.

"I will never stop adoring you, darling, no matter anything. Do you understand?"

You nod, you pull him down for another kiss, he instantly smiles and kisses back.

"And I will never stop loving you, Loki."

The god's smile only grew. "Would you like to prove it, princess?" His smile quickly fades into a suggestive smirk, his hardened cock rubbing against your bare thigh, the part of your body you didn't feel ashamed of anymore—because of him.

"Gladly."

[holdmytesseract]

Autumn Blues

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader feat. Ella

Summary: Loki spends some precious time with his newborn daughter.

Warnings: none, I'd say... This is pure fluff!

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: This just a fluffly, lil' oneshot, kinda based on the pictures of Tom, taking a walk with his baby. 🥰 Why not letting Loki take a walk with baby Ella? 🙃🧡

Tagging: @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @loki-laufeyson-1054 @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @mostclevermiss @aagn360 @acefeather2002 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"Darling?" Loki entered the apartment he shared with you on quiet feet, pulling off his shoes. "I'm back!" He called out in a hushed tone, in case Ella was sleeping. "Living room, babe!" Your voice echoed back, but in a normal volume; giving Loki the hint that his baby daughter must be awake. The god went to the kitchen first, placed the few groceries he got on the counter, before moving on to the living room. Both, you and him still had to learn a few things; being only parents for a little over a month now - namely to buy enough nappies. That was the reason Loki had to go to the next supermarket today.

Entering the living room, Loki immediately started to smile. Ella was indeed awake, currently in your arms, quenching her hunger. "Somebody's hungry, I see?" His blue eyes shone bright, watching his wife breastfeed his daughter. A sight he would probably never tire of. It was so wholesome and intimate. A special moment every time.

You nodded. "Uh.Huh. Not even ten minutes after you were gone, she started to complain - and I was just on the verge of dozing off." Loki furrowed his eyebrows in compassion, "Ohh, I'm sorry, love." and made his way over to press a kiss on your forehead, before sitting down on the sofa beside you. "It's okay, babe. I mean... We chose this life, didn't we?" You said with a soft giggle, stroking Ella's tiny, chubby cheek with your free hand. "And I wouldn't trade it for anything in this life." Loki answered, still with a smile, cuddling close to you. His big hand went to cover yours, which rested on the baby girl's tummy; his wedding ring twinkling in the ray of sunshine. "Me neither."

It was a beautiful day today. Utterly cold, but sunny and with a clear blue sky. No single cloud in sight. This, and the fact that you barely had any sleep last night and today, gave Loki an idea... "What if I take Ella outside for a while? I can take her on a walk, so that you can get a bit sleep, love. How does that sound?" He asked, lovingly nudging your cheek with his nose. Your lips curved into a smile. "Heavenly." A sweet laugh urged to your ears, before you felt Loki's lips press to your cheek. "In that case, my queen, I am happily obliging and take our princess on a walk." The god stood up then, moving to take the tiny girl out of your arms. Ella was looking up at her dad almost deliriously; totally content and tummy filled to the brim. He giggled and pressed a kiss on her small head; then leaned down to bestow a kiss upon your lips. "Rest, darling. Sleep for a while. I'll be back later." You nodded, already laying down on the sofa and getting comfortable. "Love you, babe." "I love you, too." He was on the verge of turning around to leave, when you stopped him in his tracks. "Make sure to dress her warm enough! It's cold outside." He smiled, nodding. "I know, love." You smiled as well and cuddled into the blanket, closing your eyes, as you heard Loki's steps fading. Sure, Ella had some Frost Giant genes within her, but nevertheless... She was just an infant.

On quiet feet carried Loki the already half-asleep Ella into her nursery and laid her down on the wooden changing table with the pink blanket on top. "Let's change you into something much warmer, princess." The god started with a smile, pulling off her tiny socks, to replace them with a pair of warmer socks. "Not that your tiny toes get frozen." He tickled her small foot softly with his pointer finger, causing Ella to yank her feet away from his touch. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "My apologies, baby girl. I just couldn't resist." He leaned down to kiss her chubby cheek - as a redemption, then continued to getting her bundled up.

Once he was finished, Ella was barely able to move. A protesting whine left her small lips, but Loki quickly shushed her, cradling her in his arm again. "I know, I know, but daddy doesn't want you to get cold - or even sick. As your mama always says... Better be safe than sorry." Ella seemed to accept her father's reasoning, looking up to him with sleepy eyes, cooing. "There you go." Loki whispered, and tiptoed down the hallway. He took a last, quick look on your sleeping self on the sofa, before he headed towards the main door. Gently, Loki placed Ella in her pram, tucking her in and getting dressed himself. He slipped in his black boots and pea coat, tied his untamed raven curls into a bun and left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind himself and Ella. "Let's go on a little walk, sweetheart."

The god made his way down the long corridor, rounding the corner and heading for the elevator. It opened with a ding and revealed a completely sweaty and dishevelled Natasha, who was clearly on her way 'home' from the gym, which was located a few floors above yours and Loki's apartment. "Natasha." Loki greeted the Russian beauty with a nod and a small smile, joining her in the elevator. "Loki." The redhead greeted him back, smiling as well. The metal doors closed shut. "Going for a walk?" Natasha asked, nodding towards the pram, and crossing her arms over her chest, as she leaned casually against the metal walls. "Yes. Giving Y/N a little break and time to get some sleep." "How gentlemanly of you." Natasha snickered, teasing him a bit. Through you, Loki and Natasha definitively became some sort of... friends. "Was there a time I've not been a gentleman, Romanoff?" "Well..." Natasha drawled, wanting to speak further, but got interrupted by a sweet coo, coming undoubtedly from inside the pram. "See? Ella is on my side." Loki stated, smiling proudly. Nat scoffed, shaking her head. "I don't think so. She's on my side, right Ella?" The Russian spy stepped over and peaked inside the pram. "Hiii, Ella! You're with auntie Nat on this, aren't you?" Ella loved Natasha, and therefore, it wasn't a wonder, that she started to smile, when her blue eyes fell on the Widow. "See? That seems quite clear to me." Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes, before he sighed dramatically, looking down at Ella as well. "Did you just stab daddy in the back, huh?" "Like father, like daughter, eh?" Loki just wanted to answer something, as the elevator came to an halt with another ding. The doors opened and Natasha stepped out. "Have a nice walk." With those words, the red-haired woman disappeared around the corner with a smirk. Loki just shook his head in amusement, before continuing his journey.

Finally arrived on the main floor, he made a beeline to the main entrance of the Avengers tower, passing by Bruce and Tony on his way. They were looking at some papers, discussing something. They looked up to face him, when his steps got closer. "Stark, Banner." Loki greeted them with a short nod, although passing them by quickly. He had no intentions in talking to them now. "Loki," said Bruce, while Tony went with 'Reindeer Games' - as per usual. The two men's eyes followed him as he left the building, pushing the pram. "It's still very strange to see Loki pushing around a stroller, isn't it?" Piped up Bruce, facing Tony. The billionaire nodded, crossing his arms. "Reindeer Games being a father? Weirdest thing ever, and yet here he is." Tony answered, pausing for a moment. "Honestly? I never ever thought someone would make a guy like him a dad, but well..." A boyish smile crept up Bruce's face. "Well, Y/N felt quite different about this." "And I'll never understand her."

The cold, autumn breeze hit Loki immediately, as soon as he stepped out of the doors. Not that it bothered him. He was a Frost Giant after all. So, he walked with Ella through some quieter streets of New York, enjoying the cold, but sunny day. Ella loved it as well, without a doubt. It was also a great way to lull the already tired girl to sleep. By the time they were back at the compound, she was sleeping like a rock - like Loki noticed with a smile. The sun had already started to set, when he stepped through the door of the apartment. Quietly, he took Ella to the nursery, peeled her out of a few layers of clothing and tiptoed a room further. Yours and his bedroom. He gently tucked her in her crib and pressed a lingering kiss on her head, feeling her tiny, soft curls grazing his lips. "Sleep tight, princess. I love you." With a last look at his daughter, he tiptoed down the hall and into the living room. You hadn't moved an inch, still peacefully sleeping on the sofa. Loki smiled and stripped himself off his hoodie and jeans, before he joined you. He slipped behind you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around you and pressing your body against his warm, comforting chest. "Lokes?" You mumbled, still halfway asleep. "Shh, my love. Go back to sleep." "Mhhh." You smiled and cuddled closer to your husband. Home. It was home.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 9: Somnophilia(You'd be like Heaven to touch...)

warnings/kinks: somnophilia, smut, slight dub con, unprotected sex word count: 0.7k pairings: Legendary Dark Knight Sparda x Fem!Reader teaser: You could so easily bring him to his knees with that big heart of yours and that tight cunt. Sparda smirks as he runs his long fingers through your pubic hair. taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

You never thought you’d fall in love with the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, but he had charmed his way into your heart so easily. You were a tiny human next to this giant devil, but he so easily showed you just how sweet and kind he was. And it took no time for you to become intimate with him, learning all the ways that sex can be so much better with a devil.

You often wondered if you were ever enough for this sexy and loving devil, but he never left you guessing for very long. Your days were spent being lavished and spoiled by the devil in question, and your nights were spent on your back or knees being pleasured to the brink of consciousness. You could never imagine a better existence.

Despite the lack of him telling you about his past, he did share a few things with you. It made you worry, but you knew your lover was more than capable of taking care of things were they to become dodgy. So as time went on, you slowly grew closer and more in love with Sparda.

Your routine was pretty well set. You and him spend all your time together. He loves to surprise you with tokens of love. He’s got a big romantic heart that makes you swoon almost every single day. And his appetite for sex is voracious. He does what he can to fuck you and pleasure you every day and night but sometimes when he’s gone, he grows impatient to see you.

This is one of those days. You’re home alone, longing for your lover. You know he’ll be home soon, but it’s just making you feel even needier not to have him here with you. It gets worse when you realize you’ll have to go to bed without him.

The bed feels cold and lonely. You want him to be here, pressing that big body up against yours. You wish for his hands all over you, caressing you and teasing you in all the ways you love. Somehow you manage to fall asleep, dreaming of being with Sparda once more.

And he finds you in bed, a smirk on his face. He knew he’d be home by tonight, but he decided to surprise you. When he sees you sleeping alone in your marital bed, his cock grows so hard. This is an aspect of your relationship you had told him you’d love to explore more.

He settles on the bed gently, spreading your thighs. The thin sheet sits on your practically naked body, just keeping you from him. He pulls it off so slowly, not wanting to wake you up at all. Your nightgown is pushed up and he grunts quietly when he sees you’re not wearing any panties. Your cunt is just there, on full display for him. You must be having some good dreams, he thinks to himself, because you are so wet.

The smell of your arousal makes his head so dizzy. You’re such a tiny human, but you own him body and soul. You could so easily bring him to his knees with that big heart of yours and that tight cunt. Sparda smirks as he runs his long fingers through your pubic hair.

You stir softly in your sleep, a warmth growing deep inside of you. Your dreams are filled with loving and sexual moments with your lover, making you feel aroused in your sleep. Sparda is enjoying every moment of this. Soon, he’s shedding his clothes and he’s spreading your thighs even more.

He’s careful not to wake you up as he runs his thick cockhead between your soaked folds. You let out cute little moans, but he knows you’re just dreaming. He spends an extra couple of minutes getting his cock all nice and wet before slipping it into you.

And this is when you wake up, a soft gasp falling from your lips. You feel so full and loved. You cling to the devil, your arms and legs wrapping around him as he thrusts into you. Now that you’re awake and aware of what’s going on, he’s not going to slow down.

The cute little sleepy look in your eyes really drives him crazy. As he pounds you into the mattress, he’s grunting and growling. His mouth waters as he leans in to nip at your neck. You cry out, whimpering and whining when he bites down into your skin.

“Couldn’t wait for you to fully wake up, my dear…just had to have you now.”

[holylulusworld]

Mount Asgard

Summary: You want to climb Mount Asgard.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Short!Reader

Warnings: size kink, short reader, size difference, the reader takes what she wants, light smut, unprotected, fun

He does it again. 

Thor stretches his arms above his head, groaning deeply as he tries to get the kinks out of his back and shoulders.

You whimper, feeling your size kink kick in once again. Your eyes are glued to his wide back and broad shoulders as the blonde Asgardian god gives you a great show.

“Brother, can you just not,” Loki complains loudly as Thor takes off his shirt and carelessly drops it to the ground. “We are at the kitchen, Thor Odinson. Show a bit more…decency.”

“Little one, what do you think?” you feel your heart flutter and heat shoot straight to your core as Thor turns around to look at you. “Y/N?”

“What?” it’s a struggle to take your eyes off his chest and look Thor in the eyes. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I asked you if it’s alright for me to take my shirt off,” Thor asks. He watches you intensely, eyes glued to your face as you try not to give away you want to jump at him and lick the few droplets of sweat off of his chest. “Little one?”

“Yeah. I’m cool with it, really,” you hastily say. “If you want to take your pants off too, it’s fine too. We are all friends here.”

“What did you just say?” Loki huffs behind your back. “Last time I wanted to take off my shoes you complained!”

“You’ve got stinky feet, Loki,” you smirk as the raven-haired man almost looks offended at your insult. Almost. 

“Take that back,” he quirks a brow, ready to fight you. “I’m going to get my daggers out and make sure you’ll know your place, pet!”

“Brother, that is enough. You should go back to your training, or something,” Thor tries to calm his brother. “I’m sure Y/N didn’t mean it that way.”

“She sure did.”

“I sure did. He’s got stinky feet.”

“I’m going to kill you one day,” Loki snarls in your ear, “and make it look like an accident. Thor can’t always be around to protect your tiny body.”

“I’m not tiny, bastard.”

“Just tell this to yourself. My brother would never even look at you twice. You’re just a little ant to him.”

“I’m going to kick your bony ass one day,” you warn, making the trickster chuckle. “Or kill you.”

Three hours after the incident in the kitchen Thor sits on the couch in the communal room. He happily munches on a snack you handed to him.

“So what's your type,” you blur out. 

“Type? I don’t understand that reference, little one.”

“What do you like in a woman, Thor?” you step a little closer to the couch, eyes dropping to his spread thighs. God, his legs look so long and thick up close too. 

“I like…I don’t know. Jane was smart and caring. The others before her were warriors or you know…” he chuckles as you look at him with glassy eyes. “That’s a bad idea, little one. Your so petite and I’ll hurt you…in any way.”

“You won’t,” you whine as he gets up from his seat. “I can handle a big guy. I’m a big girl too, you know.”

“No, you won’t,” he towers over you. Your panties are already ruined when he cups your cheek to run his thumb over your skin. “You’re soft and sweet. Let’s not…”

“Like hell,” the giant yelps as you push him onto the sofa. Thor grunts, the sofa creeks under his weight, and you…well, you jump at him to crawl into his lap. “I wanna climb Mount Asgard tonight and you won’t stop me.”

“What?” he furrows his brows as you wiggle in his lap. It’s too late for him to stop you as you already freed his cook from his sweatpants. “Little one, no!” a deep guttural growl leaves Thor’s lips as you run your hand up and down his massive cock. “You are going to hurt yourself.”

“I can take you,” he watches you let go of his cock and get off the couch. Thor sighs, hoping you learned your lesson but to his surprise, you shimmy out of your panties. “Watch me.”

“Y/N…little one,” you are back on the couch before Thor can tug his cock back into his pants. You grip his shoulders, squeezing his flesh tightly as you angle your hips. “Just give up.”

“Put it inside,” you purr. “Come on, give me something. My tight little cunt will stretch for you, Thor…baby…” pressing your lips to his you smirk as he guides his cock to your entrance. “Yeah, that’s good.”

“Fuck, that’s only the tip,” he groans deeply as you grind against the tip. “It won’t fit, little one. I don’t want to…oh fuck me…” Thor curses loudly as you simply slam down onto his huge cock. “What? How?”

He stares at the spot where your bodies are connected, eyes widening in shock.

“Fuck, I knew that huge dildo would pay out,” you grin as you follow Thor’s eyes. “It was worth the money.”

“I-fuck you’re so tight around me. I shouldn’t…this is wrong,” he shudders as you start to rock your hips. “Y/N…little one.” You cup his face, and silence his protest with your lips. 

“I wanted to climb Mount Asgard, and I did. Now let me make sure you give me all of your cum to make my belly bulge. I want you to ruin my tight little cunt, Thor.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” you hiss as you end up underneath the giant. He presses you into the couch with his weight and gives you a few shallow thrusts. “Fuck, yes…please…”

“I hope you know after tonight; you are mine and ruined...”

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The Lost Princess Chapter 8

Jotun!Loki x plus size reader

With the discovery of who Loki really is, Y/N returns to the avengers determined to forget him, but things are never that simple

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, enhanced!reader, swearing, age gap, angst, depression, sickness, fluff, smut (finally), loss of virginity, minimal foreplay, some confessions, unprotected sex, bit of praise kink

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Snow whipped around her violently, slicing into her skin like tiny knives. Huge columns of ice surrounded her, caging her in a frozen maze which she could never hope to escape alone.

Fear clawed up her belly as Y/N snapped her head around, eyes wide, desperately searching for a way out. “This isn't the palace!” She screamed into oblivion but, of course, received no answer back. 

There was a light in the distance, just barely shining through the haze of the storm, tempting her towards the unknown. An ache deep in her chest pulled her forwards, guiding her through the frozen forest until she reached a humble cabin tucked between to particularly large columns. It was quite obviously not built with a Frost Giant in mind given its small size. It rather looked like it was made for a human.

A dying candle in the window was the only light emanating from the otherwise dark house. The storm was beginning to grow worse so Y/N picked up her pace until she found herself at the doorstep.

She had only a moment of hesitation before she placed her hand upon the doorknob and let the heavy wood swing outwards, tempting her inside. The wind screamed as she stepped into the cabin, adding to the dread that was slowly building inside her.

The door slammed shut behind her, making Y/N jump. “Jesus Christ.” She muttered to herself, eager to hear something besides the frantic beating of her heart. The candle flickered, the wick almost completely gone now.

There came a groan from the darkness, it was weak and sickly like the sound a dying animal would make in its last moments. A shuddering breath escaped her lungs as Y/N tried to pinpoint where the sound had come from.

She would kill Heimdall if he sent her to the den of some monster. Holding out her trembling hand, she focused as best she could on her palm, allowing for a small flame to grow just above the middle of her hand. 

Slowly, more of the cabin became illuminated revealing a large fireplace with a small kitchenette beside it, a shelf stuffed with books and a single bed pushed into the far corner. A mass of blankets sat on top of the mattress, moving slightly as another groan echoed through the room.

Now less frightened, Y/N quietly inched to the bed. The pile shifted again, revealing  the top of their head. Raven hair fanned out over the pillow beneath them. Y/N held her breath as she gently pulled back the covers with her free hand.

“Oh Loki.” This was the boy she loved so long ago, all grown up. 

He was so infallibly human, pale skin free from any of the dark markings she had remembered. A long nose and high cheekbones made him even more regal, if it wasn't for the gauntness of his cheeks and the almost bruise-like dark circles beneath his eyes. 

She let herself touch his forehead but quickly pulled away when she felt the extreme chill that his skin held. This was far colder than she had ever seen from him before. He could barely move as he unconsciously leaned into her warmth.

“Shit. We have to get you warmed up.” Quickly, Y/N tucked the blankets around him again before she scurried over to the fireplace, praying that there was any sort of firewood around. 

Loki groaned as she moved away. “I know, just a minute.” She gave a small shout of triumph as she found a few logs in the kitchen cabinet. Throwing them into the hearth with very little grace and fell to her knees. Wrapping a hand around one of the pieces of wood in the centre of the pile, she took a deep breath.

Heat raced through her veins and far easier than ever before, fire bloomed from her skin, setting the wood alight. She sighed in relief as the cabin's air began to warm up but not nearly quick enough for her taste.

She looked back at her husband who's dark brows were now scrunched together as if he were in pain while he continued to shiver violently. Rising to her feet, Y/N stripped off her sweater and shorts, leaving her only in her underwear as she approached the bed once more.

Loki's body trembled with the cold as she pulled back the sheets, but stopped as soon as she slipped behind him, curling her soft body around him as best she could. One arm wound around his stomach, her palm coming to rest right above his heart as her other hand slid beneath the pillow and his head, almost cradling him.

He was so weak, barely a glimmer of the man she married remained as the fever ravaged him. It would have been easy to walk right back out of that door and let him die for the things that he did. But instead, her arms tightened around his body. 

She couldn't leave him, not when he refused to abandon her, not when his very presence soothed the rage sea of fire within her.

“Just rest now, I'll take care of you.” She placed a kiss on his temple then shut her eyes, her mind finally at peace.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” Her voice called out to him through a fog. Loki smiled and pried his eyes open to see his wife standing before a roaring fire, an open book in her hands. She only wore a shirt of his and nothing else, leaving very little to the imagination which he was incredibly grateful for.

“The gods must have smiled upon me to grant me such a dream.” He murmured, happily settling back into the bed to watch what he believed to be his last moments. “I have missed you so, little star. I do hope that you are safe and that you are happy without me.”

The book snapped shut and he raised an eyebrow at her, making her put the book back upon the shelf so he could have her undivided attention. “This isn't a dream.” She stated firmly but Loki just laughed weakly under his breath.

“This must be a dream because I know you would never come back, not after I've done so much evil.” Her steps were light as she walked back to him. He opened his arms to her, willing this apparition to grant him one last shred of comfort.

But she did not obey, instead she took his hand and laid it upon her breast, letting him feel the heat of her skin and the beating of her heart. “I am real. I am here. And you have been a complete bastard but you are my husband and it is my duty to be beside you and keep you from making any more stupid decisions.”

She released her hold on his wrist but Loki's touch remained firmly planted on her as if to convince himself that this was, in fact, real. “I am not dead?”

“Not as far as I can tell.” She replied.

“And you are here with me?”

“Took the Bifrost myself.” Y/N traced the line of his jaw carefully as if her touch could break him. “You've been so sick, burning a fever that I almost couldn't stop. I've been here for days and this is the first time you've been coherent enough to realise that you weren't alone anymore.”

The crackle of the fire masked the sound of yet another storm outside, providing the lost prince with a comfort he had not felt since she was last in his arms. "Thank you.” He whispered, though it was not just for her healing hand. Loki nuzzled into her touch as his own still felt the strong beat of her heart.

He stopped for a moment then spoke once more. “Why did you come back, really?”

Loki watched with bated breath as Y/N sighed deeply, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as she struggled to answer him. Unable to help himself, his hands wandered down to her wide hips and cupped them softly. “I remember you- this you.” Her fingertips brushed along his cheekbone, his now green eyes gazing up at her with reverence.

“I remember that first summer when I met you. You were so small then, but of course so was I. You were always so kind to me, telling me stories of heroes and gods. Then you would leave, for weeks, sometimes months and I often wondered if I had just dreamed you up. Mom said you were real because I believed in you but not all mothers indulge their children.” She chuckled and her fingers moved to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft locks.

She let him pull her closer so that his chin could rest upon her sternum, having to bend slightly forward so that his head would not connect to her collarbone, even in his human form Loki still towered over her. Her brow crinkled. “But I forgot you. And yet, that feeling of home, of safety, of love still remained, even when I hated your guts and you kept me locked in that stupid fucking bedroom.” He groaned into her skin.

“I won't apologise for that.” He grumbled.

“I know.” She cooed. “It was all so confusing and terrifying, I couldn't recall what was real and what was because of my broken mind but you were there and in your own way, you helped me. Your rules, your temper, your teachings- all of it grounded me, let me realise that I could trust in something if I couldn't trust myself.”

“And what is that?” His words were a mere breath of air as Y/N took his hands into her own, her warmth and his chill blending together perfectly, and guided him to his feet. He obeyed easily, only stumbling for a moment as his body struggled to remain upright after being in bed for weeks.

“That I love you.” His eyes flicked over her face, almost searching for any sign of deceit but when he found none, his control shattered. 

Her lips were just as soft as he remembered, just as addictive, as he kissed her gently. He could feel the beginnings of her smile but it quickly dropped as his hands fell to her wide hips, pinning her to his front.

Y/N gasped into his mouth, allowing his tongue to snake between her lips. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling at the fine fabric, desperate to get him even closer. Molten heat pooled between her soft thighs as his hardness grew against her soft stomach.

“My princess, do you wish for this to go further?” She moaned at the sincerity of his tone, so different from Steve's. She could help but nod frantically.

“Yes master, I need you.” It was so easy to slip backwards, let him take all of the responsibility and control but Loki's grip tightened while he forced himself from her lips.

“No, not this time. It's just us, the way it should have been so long ago.” The tip of his nose brushed against hers gently in reverence. “Just you and me, nothing more.”

Her smile widened as her eyes sparkled with adoration. “Yes, I want to be with you Loki.” His expression melted.

“You are everything.” This time his kiss was far more desperate. His touch seemed to be everywhere, exploring every part of her that he could while refusing to part from her swollen lips.

Her arms wound around his neck as Loki's hands traced up the soft skin of her thighs, slipping beneath her shirt before coming to a stop right where her legs met her hips. 

He froze and then a growl rumbled through his chest. “You weren't fucking wearing anything under this?” He hissed, making her giggle softly.

“What, it's not like you keep a healthy stock of panties here and I spent three days nursing you back to health.”

“Fuck.” He groaned and before she could even yelp, he turned and threw her onto the bed, knocking most of the pillows off with the force of it. “You delectable temptress, you have enchanted me.”

His own shirt was quickly shed, revealing to her a lean but muscular torso decorated with faint silvery lines of scars and hairless save for a trail of it leading to a dark thatch of it right at the axis of his hips. 

At the sight, Y/N squeezed her thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction to ease her aching cunt. His black trousers were pulled tight with the weight of his cock which was getting harder by the second.

“Come here husband.” She held her arms open to him, mirroring the way he had done for her mere minutes before. 

Green eyes stared deeply into her own e/c ones as Loki slowly placed his hands on either side of her calves and began to crawl up the length of her body, forcing her legs apart in order to slip his body between them.

He caught one of her thighs against his knee and as his face finally levelled with hers, he pushed her leg forwards, leaving her bare and vulnerable to him. Only a thin layer of fabric kept them apart now. “Anything for you, wife.”

His breath fanned across her lips, his raven hair hanging down like a curtain that sealed them away from the rest of the realms. No more words were needed, everything that he wanted to tell her and she him was caught in the lustful gaze that neither wished to break.

Her leg tightened around his slim hip, pulling him impossibly closer. Their moans wove together like wisps of smoke as his still covered cock pressed against her pussy. 

Leaning his weight onto one hand, Loki's other slipped between them, all-too eager to finally have her. 

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him once more as slender fingers cupped her mound. “Loki.” Her hips bucked, trying to get him to move faster to the place she needed him most but he would not budge.

“Patience my star, I do not wish to hurt you.” But his voice wavered with his effort to stop himself from taking her right then. She whined pitifully, now growing desperate for some kind of relief.

“I don't care, I just want you.” His head dropped to the crook of her neck as he groaned. “Please, do not make me beg.” She could feel his control begin to wane even as he drew closer to her dripping entrance.

His teeth nipped at her skin in warning but of course she would not heed it. “I'm a god, you cannot hurt me.” She tried one last time.

Loki chuckled, his back shifting beneath her hands. “Well then, perhaps I shouldn't deprive my princess of what she so clearly wants any more.” She could barely bite back her whine as he pulled away from her.

The ties to his trousers loosened with barely a flick of his wrist, releasing himself from the now entirely too-tight confines of the fabric. He let out a sigh of relief then shucked the pants down his legs as best he could without adding anymore space between them.

His cock rested between her lips teasingly, the chill from him sending pleasured goosebumps across her body. Loki pressed the head against her entrance. “Are you sure?” He asked once more, his tone now entirely soft.

“I've never been more sure of anything.” 

The stretch was unlike anything she had felt before, carrying with it a sharp pinch of pain and a mind-numbing fullness that had her jaw dropping in a silent scream. He was carving out his place inside of her, marking her as eternally his.

“By the gods.” He snarled through clenched teeth. “You are tight.” The muscles in his back rippled as he tentatively pushed forwards, forcing another inch inside her already stuffed cunt. Her back arched into his chest in some desperate attempt to make more room for his monstrous cock.

“Big.” Was all she could gasp out through pressure in her stomach. Loki's hips stuttered and suddenly he was fully seated within her, his heavy balls tightly pressed to her ass as the base of his pelvis shone with the sheer amount of wetness that had been dripping from her.

He pressed his mouth to her lips in a messy kiss as he tried to regain some semblance of control. “That's it, that's my good girl. You took it all so well. I'm so proud of you.”

Her pussy rippled around him at the praise. “Princess.” He moaned and unable to stop himself any longer, Loki pulled out just a couple inches and then thrust back into her warmth quickly. 

It sent shockwaves of pleasure up her spine and pushed the pain to the back of her mind. Her heel dug into his back. “More.” She cried. “Please, more!”

Her whole body jolted up the mattress with his next thrust and she wailed into the air. “Whatever you wish, my star. I would do everything for you.” 

Tears rolled down her temples as he gripped her waist, keeping her body still for him to plunder. “You are more divine than the heavens, than any dream that my broken mind could conjure.”

He hit that special place inside her that forced the air from her lungs and made her vision spot with blackness as ecstasy curled around the base of his spine. “My pet.”

He thrust again. “My princess.”

Her nails sliced into his shoulders as her body wound tight. “My guiding star.” 

His hips lost their rhythm for a moment and Y/N was finally able to choke out- “My Loki.” 

Their ends collided together in a storm of epic proportions as they held each other close, unwilling to let go of their most precious possession. 

“I love you.” Loki managed to say between breaths. 

“I love you.” She responded immediately. He looked down at her, seemingly unable to find anything else to say until his eyes dropped to where her shirt had exposed her chest.

The silver of the necklace glinted brilliantly in the dying firelight, shining like a star. “You- you didn't take it off.”

Her gaze followed his own and then travelled back to his face. “Not even for a second.”

And as their lips met once more, Loki thought that if this was a dream, he wished to never awaken again.

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Lesson Thirteen

After learning more about your teacher's tragic past, two unexpected visitors add further stress to the already-tense rift between you and Loki, reminding you of the looming threat to your life if you can't clean up your act...

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

You went through several stages of heartbreak over the following three days. 

Day one was depression. Loki had to peek through the crack in your door to make sure you hadn’t died in bed. You’d mustered up the strength to reheat some stew, but that was all you accomplished. 

On the second day, you were angry. Not just upset, but absolutely seething. You didn’t see Loki at all that day, and it was for his own health, perhaps, that you didn’t. After all, how dare he lead you on? Brunnhilde admitted that she enjoyed watching you practice throwing under this mindset. 

Now, on the third day after the funeral, you were numb. Your emotions had all blended together until none stood out as particularly worth examining. It was pouring that morning, but you were so desperate to get out of the apartment before Loki awoke, that you were up and out before 8am. In spite of the downpour, the air was rather warm, so you took tea with Ivar on the porch and listened to the rain fall. 

There was something that fascinated you about Ivar, particular when you talked about your power together. Something about his calm, peaceful resolve both drew you to him and repulsed you, like someone with a morbid fascination for a dark topic most people would judge them for. 

“I think what you have is beautiful,” he admitted. “Even after that terrible occurrence the other day.” 

Shrugging, you took a sip of tea. “I don’t see a reason to even try to convince them in December. Maybe I’m better off running away. Maybe The Flock will take me if I cut off my hands and become a nun,” you sneered with bitter sarcasm, making Ivar frown.

“If the people monitoring you had thought for a moment beyond their protocols and missions, perhaps they’d understand…and so would you.” 

“Understand?” You weren’t sure what he meant.

“Did it ever occur to you,” Ivar began to suggest, “that you find strength when you take life because it is the Universe thanking you for keeping balance?”

“No, never,” you immediately said. “Taking life isn’t how you keep balance. I should think a certain giant purple titan’s near-conquest taught all of us that.” 

“Your tenure here is nearly half over and you somehow still resent your gift,” Ivar tsked. “A life was going to be lost on that roof. You told only death which soul to take. Even as an accident, your actions contribute to the ongoing turning of the cosmic wheel. Of course wielding such responsibility would come with perks.” 

Something came to mind. “Ivar…one time something different happened.” 

“Go on.”

“I think I did something by accident that was the opposite. I think I brought something back once. Something tiny, just a field mouse. But I touched its frozen corpse to get it off the path, and it woke up.” 

Ivar raised a curious eyebrow. “How did you feel?”

“Sick. Dizzy. Weak,” you described. “Even for something so small, it left a big mark on my wellbeing for a while.” 

He nodded. “Well, then, that only serves to confirm my theory. Just as death is the natural order, resurrection is spitting in its face. No creature can have the power to undo the only force of existence that is constant without repercussions.” 

“But how can I do something without trying to?” you asked quickly, wishing just one detail would help the entire picture finally begin to make sense. 

Ivar shook his head. “I don’t have magic, I could not tell you.”

You looked sadly off into the rainstorm. The grayer weather here was beginning to grow on you. Waking up to the smell of petrichor was practically the norm. If such an odor could be bottled, it would be New Asgard’s primary export, or perhaps secondary only to fish. Yet, there was a peace in the sound, an assurance that no matter what The Flock, or Loki, or S.H.I.E.L.D. did to you, the various cycles that created existence kept turning with or without them. 

“Your mind is not on that right now, I think,” said Ivar with a wink. “How is Loki?”

You only sighed in response, causing Ivar to chuckle. “First lovers’ quarrel?”

“Love is for children,” you repeated. “He said so himself.”

“Ah,” Ivar nodded with light sarcasm. “Then I must be the most wrinkled, elderly child in the world.” 

You couldn’t help but smile. Ivar raised his teacup to his lips, but spoke before drinking. “He pretends to be a leader, but sometimes he is more lost than you. You cannot always play to a god’s sensual side to get them to respond to you.”

“What was he like? Back on Asgard?” you asked. 

Ivar rolled his eyes. “As boys, he and his brother were about as typical as boys are. Thor always led their games, but Loki was always the one to get them out of trouble again with his silver tongue. As youths, they drank and had their share of bed partners before going off to their military conscriptions. Even after returning home as fully grown gods, they enjoyed long days of adventures and glorious battles, and long nights of feasts and pleasurable company.  When all of that fell apart--”

“--when Loki tried to take over New York, you mean?” you interrupted. 

Ivar shook his head. “Loki’s soul was wandering long before even then, dear. His tragedy begins with his father, the late King Odin.” 

“I see. What happened?”

As Ivar regaled you with the long story of Loki learning of his true identity, which led to his complete breakdown just as he had been granted temporary control of the throne. The madness, combined with the power had mixed with the hopeless feeling of being alone at a time where he was both at his lowest and highest. 

It felt like it took Ivar hours to tell Loki’s truth to you. His own heartless father was prepared to have him executed, even after witnessing him throw himself from the rainbow bridge and into the void. Time and time again, Loki saw betrayal, heartbreak, failure, and abuse targeted at him. 

“But the worst thing to ever happen to that boy,” Ivar said, “was the day Odin died.” 

“You’d think that would be the best thing to happen from the sound of it,” you murmured. After all you;d heard about this Odin, it was a good thing he was already deceased, or you likely would’ve held little issue in doing the job yourself. 

Ivar finished his cup and placed it on the table, thinking for a moment while tracing the rim with his index finger. “The last thing Odin did…after all of this, mind you…was to call Loki his son again.” 

“But he denied Loki everything--”

“--exactly. At the last moment, Odin laid one final layer of guilt on Loki’s conscience before leaving him behind to face more monumental threats than he could have ever considered himself.”

“And you were there on the ship when he and Thor stopped Thanos, yes?” you asked. 

Ivar nodded. “It was terrible. That monster killed half of us. Katja and I were hidden under a stairwell, holding two little girls with us whose parents hadn’t been able to slip out of his childrens’ hands.”

Katja appeared in the doorway with another silver tray of rolls. “The princes were magnificent. Thor is a champion even without his hammer! But it was Loki’s illusions and magic that saved the Universe itself.”

“What did he do?”

“He offered himself and the Tesseract to Thanos, only to reveal that he’d left the blasted blue cube in the Vault at Asgard to be destroyed. Before Thanos could slay him, Loki used mind trickery long enough for Thor to end him.” Katja set the tray on the table before making a quick ‘ax’-ing motion with her rigid hand. 

You should have known that the full story behind Loki ran deeper than what you’d seen on MSNBC. It was funny how, despite the fact that Asgardians were heavier, sturdier, and longer-lived than humans, they were still vulnerable to the same emotional attacks from an unyielding, unforgiving world. And no one’s world was more unforgiving than Loki Laufeyson’s. 

“Do you think this would be why he wouldn’t want to fall in love?” you asked. 

Katja took a seat by Ivar and nodded with a sly look on her face. “Ah, that’s what this is about.” 

You shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, but thankfully, a real interruption halted the awkward turn in the conversation. You noticed several Asgardians walking with urgency toward the pier. You could vaguely make out that a quinjet had landed near the shore. 

“Who could that be?” asked Ivar. 

You recognized the plane. “Oh no…”

Without another word, you shot up and ran back downstairs, where you found Loki just tying his hair back, looking rather sullen. 

“Loki!” you barked, your voiced raised in more alarm than perhaps was necessary. He looked startled as you came bounding into the den; he dropped the piece of twine he was going to use in his hair. 

“What is it?” he asked, concerned. 

“I think S.H.I.E.L.D. is here.” 

You hadn’t expected Thor and Steve Rogers to meet you in the square. Thor was being surrounded by the citizens, while Steve stood off to the side, looking mildly interested in Thor’s celebrity, but perhaps a bit preoccupied with another thought. 

“We’ve received word about the festival, and everything that happened,” he said as soon as you’d arrived. Loki immediately insisted you take the conversation private and follow him back to your apartment, which was where you remained at suppertime, the entire day spent in heated argument and conversation about what to do next. 

You quickly threw a chicken in the oven and made tea. While dinner baked, you joined in the discussion. 

“Fury’s very concerned at how you seem to be getting stronger,” explained Rogers. “That wasn’t the directive.” 

“As far as I knew, the only directive was ensuring that I wasn’t a threat,” you defended. 

“You’ve killed two people since arriving here six months ago, Y/N, one of them from twenty feet away,” Steve recited. 

Loki rolled his eyes. “Both of them in self-defense! Did your spies tell you about The Sheep trying to murder the villagers?”

“Loki,” said Thor with warning, “We know about all of it. Stay calm.”

He responded with a scoff as he paced between the sofa and the kitchen, though he didn’t make any further attempts to sound aggressive. His agitation was wiping off on you quickly, however. You sensed that Thor could be reasoned with, and why not? He had ties to New Asgard as much as Loki. 

Steve, on the other hand, was clearly there as Bad Cop. 

“The goal of this bargain was to help her reign in the powers she already has, not discover new ways to be destructive,” he snapped. “The fact that she can murder without touch is a very extreme, dangerous thing.” 

You shook your head. “I have learned to control it though! I can touch anyone now! I just…I still don’t know what it was that set me into the Avatar State back there. All I know is that I wanted to protect Lo--”

You stopped short, looking over at the melancholic god now leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. His posture only straightened slightly at the near-slip, but you thought you saw his lip twitch.

“--protect New Asgard,” you quickly corrected yourself when you. “They’ve been so gracious to me. I would do anything for them.”

Thor smiled a little and winked, setting you off your anxiety if only for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you swore Loki bit his lip at the sight of his wink. 

“Be that as it may, neither of you seem to understand how dire this has become for you both,” Steve said, the impatience rising in his tone. “Which is why Thor will be staying with you until the end of the summer.” 

“Excuse me?!” Loki called, pushing off from the wall and bounding back into the den. “I did not agree to this!”

“Perhaps the added protection against this  group of cultists will deter them from attacking again, and forcing you to…act…again,” Thor reasoned, looking at you with concern. “The little old couple upstairs says I can stay in their spare bedroom.”

“It isn’t necessary!” Loki insisted, standing his ground. 

Steve shot to his feet. Loki was taller, but Steve had years of experience making himself look bigger than he was, so in spite of the height difference, Steve did not look ready to submit. “I don’t think you fully understand anymore, Loki,” he admonished. “You do realize the death sentence is on you both if you fail to convince Fury. Her power is too lethal to ignore.”

“If you would just listen to her, she has already stated clearly that she can touch people now, so we’ve established--”

Steve grunted, taking you off-guard and nearly forcing you to spill your tea. “--what if Hydra or some terrorist group kidnaps her and forces it out of her one day for their own purposes? What if they figure out how to harness what she has to create a weapon? Even Wanda didn’t have the potential for such destruction lying underneath her skin,” he said, looking Loki in the eye with dominance. 

“Why do you assume I’m going to be bad?” you asked quietly, stopping Steve from continuing his tirade. Instead, he turned his head, and his look immediately softened. He didn’t seem to have an answer for you. 

“Thor can keep his lightning. You can keep your strength. Wanda can keep her energy. Why single me out just because it’s something you don’t understand? Something that scares you? I never intended to use it to begin with, you know! I did go almost thirty years of my life with the worst victim on my ledger being a street cat!” you gritted your teeth, making defensive eye contact with both men. 

Steve and Loki both dropped their soldiers, Loki’s face in particular melting with sympathy. It was Thor, however, who went to stand beside you, putting a heavy-but-reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

“If any of us could speak for Fury, I’m sure we would share everything we know with you,” he said gently. “And while you can’t expect Steve to understand, you know of someone else who knows what it’s like to be unjustly treated.” 

You and Loki looked at one another again, the sadness building in your chest, making it feel heavy with pain, heavy with need. 

“Look,” Steve said, finally backing down, “I do know what it’s like, Thor. Maybe not personally, but through my best friend. S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been tough, you know that! And it’s only gotten tighter since the Hydra breach. My hands are tied.” He looked at you, seemingly apologetic. “And I’m afraid I can’t lie to him when he asks for me to confirm your...um...body count.”

Loki frowned and tried advancing on Steve again. “For Norn’s sake, Rogers, could you, for once in your perky little USO show of a life, do the right thing and not the legal thing?”

Steve bared his teeth in anger and stood tall again. “You have no idea how many times I’ve defied the law for justice,” he asserted. “Question my honor again, and I’ll tell Fury that you aren’t fit to live.” 

“Is that the justice to which you were referring? Or a threat to break our contract in order to tell the world what a big boy you are?” Loki questioned, cocking his head mockingly to the side. 

“Please, stop it,” you moaned. “I’m getting a headache!”

“Are you in pain?” Loki asked, reflexively, causing both Thor and Steve to look at him with an odd, questioning gaze. 

“Ugh, please,” you groaned. “My neck is the one on the line. I’m making the call. Thor can stay. If nothing else, he can help teach me fighting alongside Brunnhilde.” 

You smiled and nodded beside you, and Thor looked pleased, if not still a little confused.

“You’re teaching her physical combat as well?” Steve asked, disbelieving. “You are headed down the perfectly wrong path, Laufeyson,” he warned. “However, if you’re agreeing to letting Thor stay through September, I suppose…” 

He paused, giving you another sympathetic look. “...I suppose I can tell Fury it was an exaggeration, and that no one knew what was going on in the chaos. Whether or not he believes me is, however, out of my control.”

“Thank you,” you immediately said. 

“I vow to keep them both in line,” Thor said stiffly, barely convincing Steve. 

“See that you do,” he ordered. 

You reluctantly, but politely offered to put Steve up for the night. Fortunately, he declined, preferring to get back to New York before too long. You chose to accompany him to the quinjet, while Thor stayed behind and got set up in Ivar and Katja’s spare room. 

“I hope you don’t see me as the villain,” Steve mentioned, “and I know how harsh I can sound when I’m on official business.”

“I guess I don’t,” you mumbled half-assed. “As you said, you’re under their thumb too.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he added, “that this is all unfair.”

“Oh, I know it is,” you snapped cheekily, actually causing the Captain to chuckle in spite of himself. 

“It’s the only way you can deal with these people,” he explained. “If they throw a target on your back, it’s tattooed there for life unless you can be very careful.” 

“I got that impression pretty quickly,” you quipped. 

“They will look for any mistake, any slip up, from here on out. It will be like living under a microscope all the time,” he warned as you approached the plane. Steve quickly unlocked the quinjet and went to power it up, but stopped halfway up the ladder, turning back to address you once more.

“Y/N,” he began. “I hope you know that I’m on your side.”

“I do.”

“And  Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Steve?”

“Don’t let Loki manipulate you. He’s not worth it,” he assured you. “Trust Thor instead.” 

You frowned and shrugged. He took this as a sign to leave you be, at least until it was your turn to call after him. “Hey, Steve?” you asked. 

“Yeah?”

“Who’s the spy? I have a right to know,” you insisted. “You basically blew their cover already anyway. I’ll suspect everyone until I can weed them out.”

Steve sighed. “There’s four, but I’ll tell you one if you promise not to inform anyone else.”

“I swear.”

He paused again, almost second guessing his decision to oblige you. 

“The librarian,” he said quickly, before hopping inside the plane, beginning to power up the engines. 

You scolded yourself thoroughly for your ignorance as you watched Steve take off into the evening sky. The blasted librarian pulled one over on you! That mousy little--

--well, you thought, smiling as you began wandering back through the village. Wait until Loki hears this one!

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[michelleleewise]

Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun Loki x Asgardian F!reader

Warnings: forced imprisonment, public shaming, restraints, innuendos, threats, mild violence, very minor mention of blood (not graphic), swearing.

Summary: you wake in a small cell and begin plotting your escape....

Part One --Part Two-

You shot up holding your head feeling a pounding behind your eyes. "That bastard.." you said to yourself looking around. The room was completely bare, not even a bed you realized when you felt the cold stone seeping through your clothes. You looked down seeing your boots and extra layers were gone, leaving you in only a thin tunic and leather pants. "Shit.." you muttered huddling in a ball in the corner feeling the cold blowing in through the one tiny window by the ceiling.

You heard voices outside the thick wooden door putting you on edge. "Do you think he'll kill her?" You heard one ask "no, he'll use her first, if you know what I mean." You heard another as they started laughing. "I have to get out of here." You said to yourself standing up walking to the window, the cold stone hurting your feet, looking up at it seeing it well above twelve feet high you sighed, this was a dungeon for giants. You looked at the wall for any loose bricks you could use to climb up when the lock on the door clicked and two giants walked in.

"Asgardian, the king demands your presence." One said holding a set of chains. "Could you tell him I'm quite busy at the moment, maybe he could try..." you started when the other back handed you knocking you down. Wiping the blood off your lip you stood back up "Well, I guess if he insists I could make time." You said as the other hooked a collar around your neck, attaching the chain to it cuffing your wrists. "Let's go Asgardian." He said yanking you behind him. "I have a name you know." You said trying to keep up with his long strides neither of them responding. You walked down a long hallway filled with paintings "so tell me, how do you feel about having a runt for a king?" You asked earning another slap across the face "you will watch your tongue Asgardian." The one growled as you were dragged along.

After what seemed like forever you stood in front of two large wooden doors, the handsy one opened the doors as you were jerked hard inside by your collar. You looked around the massive room, ice pillars shooting up from the floor to the ceiling, the ice beginning to burn your feet the longer you walked. "Whose your decorator?" You asked getting no response when your eyes landed on a large dais at the end of the room with a massive thrown made of ice sat on top with him sitting on it, legs spread wide leaning to one side, an ice horned helm on his head gripping a golden spear, you had to admit he looked regal. "King Loki we have brought the prisoner as you've asked." The handsy one said as they both kneeled.

You remained standing as the king stood walking down the steps, his dark green cloak billowing behind him as he walked. "Hello asgardian." He said, his voice carrying through the large hall "hello...runt." You snarked earning a harder slap from the giant next to you knocking you down "you will show respect." He growled. You spat out blood wiping your mouth "how did you know I like it rough?" You snarked sitting up on your knees as he raised his hand again "Enough! Leave us." The King said grabbing the chain from the other giant. You stood up looking him in the eye seeing him smirk "you have fire in you asgardian." He said circling you "I will snuff it out." He snarled in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me, who sent you?" He demanded coming to stand in front of you. "No one." You said holding your head up, you wouldn't betray your king. "I have ways of making you talk." He said stepping closer. "Sounds kinky." You snarked back hearing him growl, you knew you were getting on his nerves but you refused to relent. "No asgardian has set foot here in centuries, I want to know why you are here." He demanded. "Well...I think that was obvious." You said smiling. "Who is behind your weak assassination attempt?" He asked again. "No one." You said again.

He walked closer to you, his bare chest pressing to yours as he gripped the chain pulling you into him, lowering his face close to yours making you anxious. "I could make your life pleasant here, make things more...comfortable for you." He said running his fingers along your collar as his red eyes bored into yours. "As tempting as that is, Im afraid i must pass." You said smiling "I may be crazy but I'm not desperate." You snarked hearing him growl again dropping his hand. "Very well, If that's how you want it, so be it." He snarled yanking the chain dragging you up the steps to the throne. Leaning down he hooked it to a loop sticking out of the ice, only giving you enough slack to barely sit up "you will sit there until I say different." He said taking his seat on the throne.

You sat with your back leaning on the throne hearing others filing into the room. "You are in for a treat asgardian, we are having a feast in your honor." You heard the king say. Rolling your eyes you pulled your knees up to your chest trying to stay warm, laying your head on them. You jumped hearing a loud bang next to you. Looking around seeing tables and chairs set up, all filled with the monsters that held you prisoner. "Did I fall asleep?" You asked yourself rubbing your eyes. You looked over seeing their king stand holding his arms out "Thank you all for coming, as you know this weak creature infiltrated our realm and tried to murder me in my sleep." He announced when boos erupted from the room.

He walked behind you crouching down grabbing your hair he pulled your head back "but as you can see, we captured the beast." He called out, cheers filling the room. "Let's show it how hospitable we can be yes?" He called out again pushing your head away from him standing up. "And let it be known, no creature who enters this realm will leave it alive." He called out holding his arms out hearing everyone chant "Loki...Loki...Loki...." you looked out to the room seeing a sea of red eyes glaring at you making you shiver when something hit you in the head. Looking down seeing a piece of bread next to you when they all started laughing. "Alright enough, enjoy the festivities." Loki called out returning to his seat on the throne.

You curled back into a ball feeling yourself shiver with the cold, your skin felt like it was on fire. "Are you sure I couldn't make you more....comfortable." You heard Loki pur, looking up your eyes met his "I would rather be impaled on a spike then recieve your comfort." You snarled. Hearing him laugh you looked down. "Oh asgardian I admire your will, we shall see how long it endures." He said snapping his fingers, the two giants from earlier came up kneeling "my king." They said in unison "take this creature back to her cell, she's ruining my appetite." He snarked waving his hand. The handsy one reached down unhooking the chain pulling you forward, but the cold had made your legs numb.

"Get up you useless worm." He snapped pulling on the chain again "I can't! My legs are frozen." You said grabbing the chain "carry her." Loki demanded as the giant hoisted you over his shoulder "don't break her, I have plans for her." Loki said smiling "yes my king." The handsy one said walking towards the doors. Boos and hisses erupted through the room as you were walked down the isle being pelted with food along the way. You covered your head as you were carried back to the dungeons. He opened the door tossing you onto the floor, landing with a thud you hissed "I'm not a sack of flour you know." You said rubbing your backside. "Your right, flour is more valuable." He snarked walking to the door "Hey, aren't you going to take these off?" You called out rattling the chains, he turned looking down at you "no, I don't think I will." He smiled walking out shutting the door.

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Hearing it lock you slumped down in the corner looking out the window "Heimdall....can you see me?" You said aloud hearing only silence. "Please....bring me back." You said louder hearing a bang on the door "shut it in there!" You heard. You pulled your legs up resting your head on them. For the first time since you arrived you realized you are completely alone.....

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a heart like yours part 3: the Romanoff inquisition

Masterlist

Summary: After Steve's unsuccessful attempts to wake you, Natasha asks him a question that puts his priorities into perspective.

Pairing: Steve x Reader; Loki x Reader

Warnings: Couchie, angst…a lot of angst, and bring your tissues because this is the chapter i teared up while writing

"Y/N, sweetie…" Natasha sighed as she watched the scene playing out before her. Steve telling you he loved you and using that annoying nickname that nobody in the team but him could stand, kissing you countless times with teary eyes, and still nothing. "Come on, babes." She felt a small hand take hers and she looked down at Morgan who looked like she was about to cry again.

"Is she gonna wake up now, Auntie Nat?" 

After Steve pressing another unsuccessful kiss to your lips, she shook her head at the little girl. "No, sweetie. No happily ever after. At least not tonight." 

"I told them she needs a prince to kiss her. Auntie Y/N is a princess. She needs Prince Loki." 

How was it that of all the people in the room aside from herself and Wanda, it was Stark's kid that caught on to what actually needed to happen? "Does she now, tiny genius?" 

"Yes!" she whispered in excitement. "Princesses are always saved by the princes with a kiss of true love. She's a princess. He's a prince." 

"But Thor is also a prince, baby Morgan," she cooed at the child. "Do you think he could save Princess Y/N from the curse?" Morgan shook her head. "And why is that?" 

"Because, Auntie Nat…" the child began. "It's not just any prince that will save the princess. You need one more thing. A thing that Prince Loki has that Uncle Thor doesn't." She gave the kid a look that encouraged her to keep going. "Love." 

"So you think that Loki there loves your Auntie Y/N?" 

Morgan nodded enthusiastically. "I know he does. It's something that he has that Uncle Steve doesn't have, too. He looks at her like when Prince Charming first saw Cinderella at the ball and they danced until midnight. Or like when Eugene looks at Rapunzel with all of the floating lights. Uncle Steve likes her. Prince Loki loves her." 

Natasha chuckled, more to herself than at the kid's words. "You watch too many movies, baby." 

"But I'm right," she pouted at the Russian spy. "He loves Auntie Y/N. He's the one who breaks her curse." 

"Okay honey, it's time for bed," Natasha heard Pepper's voice break through their conversation, watching as the strawberry blonde picked up her and Tony's daughter. "You can come visit Auntie Y/N tomorrow and see if she's any better, okay?" The child nodded, the tears shining in her eyes again. "Say goodnight to her now, baby." 

Morgan turned her little body around in Pepper's arms and waved in the direction of your bed. "Goodnight, Auntie Y/N. I love you." 

Natasha watched as the mother and daughter walked away from the room in amusement. The brain on that kid could give Tony a run for his money one day. 

"I don't get it," Steve grumbled, looking and sounding every bit frustrated. "Why isn't she awake yet? I've definitely kissed her enough times." 

A chill ran down her spine as she caught sight of Loki, a murderous glare in his eyes. "Because, you miserable, sniveling, pathetic excuse for a man, you do not love her." He was seething, the words that escaped him leaving a slight chill in the air as his frost giant powers began to show through. "You took her as your lover and you couldn't even accomplish the basest task, loving her. And now she's lost to us all." 

He stalked toward the soldier and pushed him into the wall with one arm. "Laufeyson! Stand down!" 

"Do you realize what you've done? If you cannot wake her, then she is lost to us. She will never wake and she will die. And we will remain here with the helpless task of watching her fade away. She's gone. Y/N is gone and there is no one to blame but yourself." 

"Brother," Thor's voice broke through as he placed a hand on Loki's shoulder. "You must back away. There is nothing we can do for Lady Y/N like this. We can search for other ways to break the curse. We will find a way to bring her back to us." 

He allowed the blonde god to pull him away and guide him out of the room, all the while his eyes empty as he murmured, "Y/N's gone, Brother. I will never see her again. She's gone." 

Natasha looked over to Steve again, who was straightening his jacket and righting his stance. "Show's over, everyone. Get some sleep. We'll try to figure out what we can do for Y/N in the morning. We're no use to her if our minds aren't sharp." 

She watched as everyone left the room one by one, Wanda taking some time to cast a quick spell on you by placing her hand on your head. 

"What dream did you give her?" she whispered to the Sokovian. 

"I gave her Loki's," Wanda answered. "She just doesn't know it's his." 

She nodded and let Wanda exit the room before turning back to Steve. "I need to talk to you." She nodded towards your bed. "But not here. If she's aware of what's happening around her, I don't want her to hear this while she's asleep. She deserves better."

He nodded at his friend and they went into the kitchen. Natasha got some beers from the fridge and handed him a bottle, letting him drink some before blurting out, "You don't love her." 

"Are you really gonna listen to Laufeyson's crazy talk, Nat? Of course I love her! I wouldn't be with her if I didn't love her, so I really don't understand why--"

"You don't love her enough," she cut him off, her tone unchanging. "Loki said that the curse would be broken by the one who loves her with his whole heart. The one whose love is pure and true. Sure you might love her, but it's not enough. It's like how maybe Tony or I love her. You'll be sad if she dies, but you wouldn't feel like your life ended." 

"Nat, I feel like someone just beat me up and left me for dead. I have to watch someone I love die because some curse says that I don't love her enough to wake her." 

"You just said it, Steve." He looked at Natasha with a confused and incredulous look. "She's someone you love. Not the woman you love. Please Steve, for Y/N, be honest with me. If you had a chance to be with Peggy again--"

"Nat, don't you dare bring her into this, this has nothing to do with--" 

"If you had a chance to be with Peggy again," she insisted, daring him with a look to cut her off again. "And you had to leave Y/N to do it, would you take it?" He looked at her with incredulity, as if she was supposed to know the answer, but truly she didn't. Two days ago, before they took off for this mission, maybe she would have been positive that he wouldn't just leave you for his past. 

But then this curse happened, and despite his words and his "Come home to me, Couchie" and his attempts to wake you with his kiss, you were still toeing the fine line between life and death. With each second ticking by taunting everyone that your time was running out. 

"No, Steve," she answered his silent question of 'Do you really not know the answer to this?' "I really don't. All I know is you say you love her, and yet she's not awake." 

"Maybe she doesn't love me, did that ever cross your mind, Romanoff?" He didn't look pained at the question he just aired; actually he looked annoyed. "Maybe the kiss didn't work because maybe my heart was in it but hers--"

"Breaking this curse has nothing to do with her heart, Rogers. Just the heart of the man trying to wake her. Pure and true. You can't do that if you're not even being honest with yourself, Steve." She softened her tone, trying to remind him that despite the tense situation, she was his friend first and foremost, and he could be honest with her, around her. "Just be honest, Steve. Would you take it?" 

"If I knew that Y/N would be alright? That she'd be safe and taken care of? Then yes," he sighed. "I love Y/N, I really do, but--"

"Peggy's your great love," Nat cut him off. "Your first love. In your eyes, no one ever compared to her and no one ever will. Your world ended when she died, Steve. You were denied a chance to build a life with her, and I think that's always haunted you. Anyone could understand that of course you would take that chance. Anyone given the chance for a do-over would gladly take it." 

Tears welled in Steve's eyes as he weighed the implications of his love for you, or to be more accurate, his lack of it. "So what happens now? To Y/N?" He sounded devastated, as if he was overcome with guilt, but to her he didn't sound like he couldn't bear to even imagine what a world without you would be like. He would grieve you, just like everyone would. 

But in time he would move on. And he would eventually find someone who he could live out the rest of his days with, all the while ultimately waiting for either the opportunity or the inevitability that he would be with Peggy again. 

Natasha weighed their options carefully. Was there a workaround or a loophole that they could exploit and break the curse that way? There were other forms of love that were whole-hearted and pure and true, but the Sin Healer's curse made it clear that you wouldn't be woken with that type of love. 

"Now we grieve," she answered him. "We say goodbye, while her soul is still with us. You should say your piece while everyone's asleep. Have your final moments with her in privacy. You might not love her the way she needed, but we should at least let her know that she's not leaving this world unloved." 

Fat tears were rolling down Steve's cheeks now as he tried to wrap his head around what had to happen next. "I'm so sorry, Nat." 

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, Steve." With a nod, he stood up and made his way back to you. "And for the love of all things good in this fucking world, don't call her Couchie! I don't want that name to be one of the last things she hears." 

"It's a cute--"

"No it's not, Steve!" she hollered as he walked away. When he was out of earshot, she went toward the apartments again. There was one last thing she thought to try. And perhaps this would be what woke you all along. 

She had to go see a god about a kiss.

Steve walked into your room, feeling his legs giving out as he pulled up a chair next to you and took your hand.

"Y/N," he whispered. "I love you. I'm sorry  that it's not enough, that I couldn't wake you. You know, before we started seeing each other I honestly thought that I couldn't love anyone again. And then I saw you in the kitchen one morning, dancing around making breakfast for everyone, and the only thing I knew at that moment was that I wanted to pull you in and kiss you silly." 

He allowed for a few tears to escape him before taking a breath and kept going. "The time I had with you…I could've been better. I could've been less jealous. Showed you that I loved you more than I did. I was so caught up with showing everybody else that you were mine that I guess I forgot to show you how grateful I was that you were. That you gave me the chance to love you." 

He pressed several kisses to your hand and braced himself for his next words. His final words to you. "Thank you. Thank you for letting me love you. For showing me that I was still capable of loving again. For being a ray of sunshine in this dark, depressing world we live in, and allowing me to bask in your light. For being a part of this family. For being a part of my life. I love you, Y/N." He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You can rest now, sweetheart." 

He walked away from your room, trying his best to keep himself together with every step he took. But when he walked into his apartment and saw all the little things there that reminded him of you, the sweater of his that you always wore because you insisted that it was more comfortable than anything you owned, the hair clip you'd wear when you were doing your laundry, the sunflower yellow toothbrush you kept in his bathroom, that was when he allowed himself to sink to his knees, crying his heart out.

You were gone. And up until this moment he refused to admit it, but Laufeyson was right. He had no one else but himself to blame.

A/N: How's everybody doing? Still good?

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[artsykidwolf-2000]

Hello everyone back at it again with another God of War Fanfic! This time with a special twist to the narrative of Ragnarok!

This is gonna be a "my version" spin of what would happen if Flash went with Atreus to Asgard after him running away. Can't wait to see what happens here!

It kinda a long one!

Hope you guys like it!

An Arm For An Arm

{An OC × Sindri Fanfic}

{Flash x Sindri}

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Severed limbs, "censored cursing", "Dark theme", Old Scars, Curses, Dark magic, Anxiety, Depression, Trauma, etc.

SPOILERS FOR GOD OF WAR RAGNAROK

Heimdall simps I see you (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

Rating: Mostly Fluffy with a splash of tomato sauce {Reader's Discretion is advised}{mostly mild}{Heed thy warnings please}

★★★★★★★★★

{Flash POV}

After Atreus ran away from home and I followed him things have been...both annoying and difficult. Mostly because his Giant Magic rubbed off on me when he transformed to run away. I've been stuck as a tiny ferret dragon ever since we got to Asgard and so forth! Good thing I used it to my advantage bc Heimdall would've offed me on the spot if he saw me. Good thing I can hide in shadows pretty well...

Ever since Odin talked about this mask, it has been very strange on the last mission with Thor. Nearly got my tail singed in Muspelheim. Thor didn't seem to mind me thanks to Atreus lying for me and saying I was a new pet more than a Fae in disguise. My magic has slowly been returning ever since Ragnarok started. More or less when Baldur fought us last. First my power came back, then my speed, now my shape-shifting. All that's left is...

"You seem awfully quiet..." Atreus said in a soft tone, concerning my well-being.

I snapped out of my thoughts, "Huh? Oh yeah...just been thinking of things..."

"You worried about Sindri? Father? The others?" He held my tiny form up to his face.

"Yes, especially after what you've done. If it wasn't for your resistance, Sindri would've have gotten much more damage than just a paw swipe. Just wish I wasn't dragged by you and somehow changed into this!" I pouted.

"Well either way we have another mission...and I have a bad feeling it's something other than bonding time with Thrud" he sighed.

He was right. Once we got down to Odin's chambers. There was Thrud all excited and once he said "Heimdall" I knew I was screwed than from our slight mix up once we first got here. I was pissed to say the least. Heimdall was the last person we both wanted to paired up with. Baldur was a punching bag (literally) compared to his guy! I doubt my speed could match his cockiness and "foresight".

Once Heimdall looked our way I growled at him. He chuckled and tapped my nose with his finger. I nipped at him.

"Woah~ Better keep that rodent in check... wouldn't want anyone to catch anything" Heimdall mocked in a sny kind of way. I hissed at him.

"She's not dangerous...so leave her alone" Thrud sighed as Huginn started to swarm around us.

"You defending a useless animal? Please..." Heimdall scoffed.

"She's pretty useful if you respect her like I do, she's very loyal" Atreus huffed.

"Vermine like that are snacks for my mount...anyways let's just get on with our mission before I grow bored." Heimdall stretched before glaring at me in a thinking type of way.

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Once we reached Helheim, we ventured around trying to follow this stupid mask. Heimdall went another way thank the gods. Which left Atreus and I with Thrud. She was a spunky lass I tell you that. If anything happened to her so help me...I don't care who her father and mother are. With each battle I could see their bond growing brighter. My crystal just shimmered with pride in this relationship.

"So might I ask something, Loki?" Thrud spoke up.

"Sure, what is it?" Atreus answered.

"Why do you have a ferret companion? How did you two meet?" She asked innocently.

I never gulped so hard. I wrapped over Atreus' shoulders in nervousness.

"My father and I found her when I was younger. She was cold and hungry and we gave her a home. She's been with us ever since. Her name is Flash since she's like lightning with how fast she can move her long body" Atreus partly lied. Thanks for the word play genius.

"Oooh, that's an interesting name. Fits her" Thrud smiled and scratched my head and jaw. Good gods her hand was soft! I started to purr wildly.

"She likes me awww~" She chuckled.

"She also has a mate at home. She terribly misses him."

F**k...way to go Atreus....telling my love life....

"I hope you get back home soon after the mission. I would miss my significant other if I was away for a long time." She smiled.

. . . . .

...I will protect this girl along with Atreus...

After she stopped petting me, the pair opened a door that lead to Garm's holding place. That wolf looked even more gigantic once we got up close. One by one both Atreus and Thrud unlatched two of the three chains locking the giant soulless wolf away. Once we tried to third one, Garm woke up, tearing the very chain off the floor. I had a bad feeling along with the others. Even more disappointment came when the chamber behind him was a F**CKING DEAD END!!!

This mask...getting on my last nerve.

With this grand mistake, we hightailed back out the area. Thrud kept on worrying what Odin would think of this. That coward wouldn't be the least of my worries...

That was until Heimdall showed his smug ass face...

"My My what a mess you two have made! Letting the Realm eating wolf loose! What would everyone think..." Heimdall said in a smug tone. His smug look turned at Thrud for that comment.

"It was a mistake, leave her alone" Atreus spoke up, "I'll take the blame for it!"

"Oh you will...you see with this there's surely no retribution" Heimdall chuckled, "once your gone our lives would be so much better....one way or another... half-breed"

My fur frizzed up. I growled at him. My fangs bared and claws bared.

"Leave him alone Heimdall! Once I'm a Valkyrie-" Thrud spoke up.

"Such a childish dream... you're not ready nor will you ever be..." Heimdall smirked. Thrud threw punches at him. Time after time his smug look grew brighter.

I wanted to wipe it off so fast.

I want to see his face when I punch him...

My fur began to glitter red and gold before I kept towards Heimdall. Both Thrud and Atreus saw as Heimdall almost got clocked by my fist.

My fist?

Wait! I'm back!!

"You better eat those words, Heimdall" I hissed at him.

"I knew there was something off about your little...rat" Heimdall smirked and circled me, "A Draken disguised as a little ferret...I know who you are..."

I glared at him. My eyes changed from blue to a red hue. My fangs bared.

"You're a Fae...An a spawn of Titania no doubt..." Heimdall laughed, "Falishia...how the mighty have fallen...the Failed Dragon King"

"I'd hold your tongue if I were you Heimdall...Do you want to end up like Baldur?" I flipped my long dagger in my hand.

"Please...I know it was the boy's father that killed him," Heimdall glanced at me, "you're nothing but a weak, useless husk of what you once were!"

I growled and swung at him with my daggers. With each swing he kept on dodging or deflecting them. That was until I actually landed a "hit" on his cheek. That really set off some bombs in his head, see him touch his cheek where a tiny stream of blood dripped was priceless.

But...

The next thing I knew was Atreus warning me once I looked at him. Then I was pinned to the wall by my own dagger. Lodging it into my right shoulder. I grunted in pain as I growled at Heimdall who picked up the other dagger I dropped.

"Heimdall stop this!" Thrud yelled at him.

"You hold your tongue girl, or I'll do much worse than what I intended to do to her..." Heimdall smirked and raised my own blade against me.

With one fell swoop he severed my right arm in the middle of my upper arm area. I roared in pain. Blood painted the wall and floor where I stood. Heimdall smirked with pride until Atreus pushed him out of the way while Thrud set me loose.

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry..." Thrud looked panicked.

"don't be... I've been through worse..." I coughed up blood.

"You asshole!! You'll pay for what you have done!" Atreus screamed at Heimdall before running over to me, "This...This is all my fault..."

I wiped tears from his eyes, "no it's not...go back with Thrud... I'll be fine"

"b-but your arm...what will-" Atreus sniffed out before I stopped him.

"Trust me..." I pulled him closer by his collar and whispered, "Thrud needs a friend more than an enemy... I'll find my way home"

Atreus sniffed and wiped his tears. Thrud looked at me and I nodded to her. She took him away. Heimdall looked at me once more before tossing my dagger at me.

"one day... you'll lose EVERYTHING you hold dear... I'll make sure of it" Heimdall chuckled before Huginn swarmed around the three of them. After they left I spat out blood. I looked at my severed arm as it started to turn black and fade away into ash. Sh*t.

Not now...I have to get back...

I slowly got up, picking up my daggers. Holding my bleeding arm as I tracked down a realm door spot. I grabbed a spare realm seed I snagged and prayed to Yggdrasil. Soon the realm door opened. I drudged inside and hoped I'd make it back.

Sindri

That's all I could think about.

Why did my dumb ass self have to get into trouble.

Another door opened up and I trudged inside and to the other side. I could hear the others talking. Kratos and Freya must've made it back from the Norns like they planned. I had to hurry. I pushed the door with my shoulder the best I could. Freya spotted me first.

"Flash! You've returned-" Freya announced before I fully opened the door. I could only see the horror in her eyes once I collapsed in the foyer. The next voice I heard was pure horror to my ears once Freya ran towards me.

It was Sindri.

"Flash! Nononono!" He ran with Brok to my side. He almost gagged at my wound.

"What in all the nine realms happened to s'ya?!" Brok spoke out.

"Helheim...and Heimdall..." I flinched at Freya's magic.

"Heimdall...?!" Freya looked shocked, "why did he..."

"That... Pompous pr*ck wanted to make me suffer more...being a Fae and all..."

"I KNEW IT!!" Mimir gasped as Kratos made his way to us.

"What do you mean, Head?" Kratos grumbled.

"She's one of the daughters of Titania! I knew you looked familiar!!" Mimir said happily.

"Titania...but how did you?" Freya tried to patch up my wound.

"I get around...one way or another... I'm still a Draken but I'm also a Fae..." I sighed then I looked at Sindri.

"She was known as the Dragon King! I know it's a more masculine term but when do dragon ever follow rules" Mimir quoted.

"I can't seem to heal your wound fully..." Freya leaned me up.

"Kratos...burn me" I demanded.

He nodded and grabbed his blades of chaos and lit them a blaze. He started to cauterized my wound. I quickly latched on Sindri. I screamed in pain. I clawed his pristine armor and buried my face into his neck. All I could think about how scared I made him. I kept on whimpering apology after apology into his armored tunic.

Once Kratos was finished, I took a breather, but it wasn't for long until...the curse set in. My wound started to burn with dark magic. I screamed again as a new black arm replaced my old one. Black smoke rolled off the surface like ashen soot bellowing out of a volcano. I then passed out into Sindri's arms. My body taken its toll for something I could not stop.

"The Dragon King's Curse..." Was all I could hear from Mimir before nothing...

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Once I woke up, I was in my room. Sindri was sitting next to my bed. I could see a bandage wrapped around his head now. Did Atreus really hurt him more than I thought? I can't imagine what he was thinking before I came back.

"Sindri?" I said hoarsely.

"Flash...!?" He perked up. He wasn't the only one that perked up. A little black blob moved in his lap then popped it's head up.

"Crimson...?" I spoke up. Crimson chirped and wriggled her ferret like body over to me from Sindri. I cried and held her close, "you're back! I was so worried..."

Crimson chirped then bit my nose.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

She huffed and turned to Sindri. When I looked at him closer I saw he'd been crying. His eyes and cheeks were all puffy and red.

"Sindri...I...I'm so sorry" I leaned up to reach for him but he quickly grabbed my hand...then my black arm.

"What is this? Mimir said it was a Curse..." He said with a stern tone.

My ears drooped a bit, "Yes but it's more of a weird blessing...people call it a curse bc of the magic...it's something we must contain once we take the oath of Power" I looked at my hand.

"I thought we'd be more honest! You should've told me!" He said with more vocal concern.

"I thought it never would lead up to this...I thought it wouldn't be...not since..." I started to tear up which he rarely seen me do. He cautiously touched my cheek.

"Since...what?"

"I lost my best friend...and my first love..." I sniffled out. Crimson whimpered then tapped my ruby crystal that was on my choker necklace. It showed a picture. A memory.

"Her name was Scarlett...she was the only one who could stand me and told me I smelled good. We were inseparable...until one day when some rogue dragons came to destroy everything...and me." I clenched my fist. "She told me to run when the leader found us. She turned into a wyvern and fought the best she could. I couldn't help her bc I couldn't transform properly...she died as a result of me being weak..."

"Flash..." Sindri said quietly.

"and now..." I looked up at him with a tear stained face and touched his bandages, "I couldn't protect you from Atreus...Atreus and Thrud from Heimdall...or you from the horror of seeing me!"

Crimson tried to lick my tears away. She purred sorrowfully as she nuzzles my cheek. Sindri moved to the bed, sitting next to me, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. Being brave about his fear of the beasties he lifted my scrawny ass into his lap and sat criss-cross on the bed with his back on the wall. Crimson looked at him and smiled and returned to being my left arm tattoo.

"I guess I haven't been honest too...you earlier actually scared me than beyond just scared" he spoke out, "Long before Atreus was born, Brok died in an accident at the forge...I went to the Lake of Souls to get him back but...I couldn't get the last part of his soul back...I could still feel the Souls clawing at me. Once I returned Brok thought he was just knocked out for a while...it's eaten at me ever since..."

"Sindri..." I placed my hand on his cheek.

"I hope you can forgive me..."

"You sound just like my twin sister...she brought me back to life after...an "accident"...that was after a bout of sadness after Scarlett's death... I'll spare details" I sighed, "Promise to never leave my side, and I'll do the same?"

"I Promise"

"Good" I hugged him tightly. He hugged me back.

Once we pulled away he noticed something clink against his armor. It was a blank crystal on a golden chain. The crystal sat just on his sternum.

"What is this?" He lifted the crystal.

"It's a symbol, the crystals represent the heart, usually it's on a simple cord with beads or something but I thought a gold chain would do nicely... normally the more finer metals are saved for females for....engagement" My ears turned red as my cheeks as I looked away. Once I looked back up at him after hearing a squeak I saw he was beet red and steaming from the head. Uh oh.

"Sindri?" I cupped his cheeks, "Sin-DRIIIII?! Mmph?!" He soon kissed me without warning. I kissed him back. We stayed like that for a long while before departing. We rested on each other's foreheads. He then soon flinched doe to his injury.

"I love you" he chuckled.

"Love you too, ya pansey" I smiled, "come on, the other must be dying to see if I'm ok or not."

He nodded and we both got up. Hand in hand we made our way down to the foyer. There Atreus was waiting with the others. He looked like we went to Helheim again. He lifted his head to see me.

"Flash! You're ok!!" He raced up and hugged me.

"Told ya I would be, I hope I didn't scar ya too badly"

"Not too much, but I fixed my mistake with Father, nothing to worry about now" He smiled.

"I'm glad" I smirked and ruffled his hair with my new arm.

"Woah...cool arm..." He gasped.

"I'll tell you more about it later, Kiddo" I winked and saw Brok trudging our way with something in hand.

"Fixed y'er daggers! Figured you'd want something less f**cked up since it's touched by that taint-stained prized show pony" Brok handed me new daggers made from my scales.

"Thanks Brok"

"Figured you want'a match your new accessory ya' gave us a scared about! Don't ever do that again!" Brok huffed.

I laughed then turned to Kratos. He looked at me like he had a plan.

"I know that face...you have a plan, Kratos" I put a hand on my hip.

"A simple one...Since Heimdall not only wants to kill my son but people I considered family... there's nothing better than a fair trade" He grunted.

"and what's that?" I smirked evilly

"An Arm for An Arm"