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Morning Glow

Summary: Loki wakes after a night of sinful debauchery and can't resist taking her again.

oneshot with: connections.

n/w - lokixf!reader, delicious smut, oral f!receiving, strong language, public display, voyeurism, established relationship, soft!dom

The slow ascent of the sun begins to rouse him from the depths of slumber. Though the sun hasn’t yet pierced the horizon, the vast space of their white room begins to slightly hum with the morning’s impending arrival. Wearily he begins to flutter his eyes, clenching and releasing the muscles of his entire lithe body before blindly turning to find her. Her. His heart and groin swell in equal measure at the sight of her supple body laying elegantly across from him. Her body laying seductively askew in an entanglement of ivory sheets, their soft glow complementing every single inch of her delectable flesh. Half turned towards him with a leg drawn up in his direction, the sheet whorishly exposing her calf and back to him whilst draping over the rest of her like a marble carved statue that would make Michelangelo proud. Her ebony mane drapes entirely over her pillow that is held snugly to her, her illuminating features framed perfectly towards him as the sun over his shoulder continues to lighten the room. Positively inviting… He muses to himself as he gingerly reaches out to hook a dark wisping strand of hair from behind her ear. He curls the entire length delicately around his criminally long index finger before allowing it to fall around the cut of her jaw; his finger trailing on to ghost over her delicate shoulder. The smallest of hmms emit from her with a peaceful sigh in acknowledgement of the action and her outstretched hand gently tents towards him in slumber, grazing his shoulder as delicately as he had done hers. He barely blinks as he continues to drink in her sleeping form as the sun begins to creep ever forward, illuminating her perfectly as the panoramic window of the penthouse remains completely unobscured. When he’s finally reached his limit of restraint and the sheet covering his waist is now fully tented up, he hums darkly in need as he rolls over – propping himself up on an elbow whilst his free hand greedily snakes over her body; his lips delivering worshiping kisses over her shoulder.

“Loki,” she mumbles as she stirs, “the sun better be risen before I open my eyes.”

“Who said anything about needing to open your eyes?” He chuckles with mirth as she rolls perfectly in his arms, fitting perfectly under his colossal body. He greedily begins nipping and sucking down the length of her body, eliciting licentious whimpers from her heavenly lips as he adds to the litter of territorial marks that he had already created the night before. His raven curls dip below the sheet as he skilfully hooks her legs over his shoulders in three precise movements, devouring her welcoming centre like a man possessed.

“Loki!” A debauched howl rips itself from her throat as she is thrust awake by his ravenous tongue. He chuckles against her before releasing a primal groan of desperation at the sound of her moans of ecstasy. Her thighs begin to tremor around his head in warning as he wastes no time bringing her to the edge of bliss, every lap of his silver tongue being more precise than the last. Her wails of pleasure become quickly unhinged as she races to find release, her whole body rolling and grinding deliberately in unison against his sinful mouth. She grabs a hold of his hidden head below the sheet, scrunching fistfuls of hair despite the ivory veil between them. “Loki!” She screams in rapture as she begins to convulse against his tongue. Then the beast pounces. Before he can even fully taste the sweetness of her arousal he strikes up like cobra, flipping her back to her original slumbering position with a leg cocked up he thrusts deeply into her with a dominate growl. His member throbbed welcomingly within the tight confines of her slick walls. She chokes shockingly on her orgasm as he enjoys every fluttering convulsion around his cock. She screams into the pillow as he groans in deliverance towards the ceiling. How can it possibly feel this good. He bites his lip in contemplation as he watches his cock continue to disappear between her glistening folds hypnotically. He grips her waist in his powerful hands, pulling and pushing her to meet every delicious thrust. She finally catches her breath and raises her head from the pillows, murmuring worshiping phrases between every panted breath. She arches her back greedily as she revels in every thrust; eyes rolling back into her head. Loki leans his body over, pushing her hips further down as he meets her lips in a messy clash of devotion. Her eyes plead with him which has him growling at an entire new octave of passion as she filthily spurs him on, begging for him to ruin her. He nips at her earlobe and neck as her cunt begins to flutter around him once more; their moans synchronising as each messy thrust has them closer to the brink of ecstasy. He spares her one last powerful kiss before leaning back, holding her waist with a bruising grip and thrusting violently into her dripping heat. There’s a moment of breathlessness that is filled with the echoing of skin meeting skin before they both scream in euphoria. Panting heavily Loki drapes himself atop of his quivering goddess as he loosens his grip on her, massaging her waist affectionately where there will no doubt be bruises. Just as their combined pleasure ebbs away, he slowly pulls out of her with a mournful sigh – the sun now peaking above the skyscrapers and bathing them in a heavenly glow.

“Good morning lover.” He smiles triumphantly into her mane of dark curls that rival his own inkiness. She groans in response, remaining limp beneath him, feeling irrevocably spent before the day has even begun.

“Clearly last night’s endeavours where not enough to sate you, my Prince.” She teases coyly into the bed before lazily rolling in his arms, meeting the sun’s glow as she opens her bewitching eyes to gaze upon her God. A halo of golden morning light darkens his sex shaken head of raven ringlets in the most intoxicating way.

“Have you ever known me to be satisfied?” He quips those mischievous brows before kissing her deeply with a satisfactory groan.

“No,” she admits as she slowly sucks on his bottom lip, “however I was hoping to sleep until a reasonable hour after your ravenous attack last night.” The groan that leaves his chest is pure Sin. He swirls his tongue with hers as he recalls every act of debauchery with complete clarity, his cock hardening at a particular thought of her pressed against the glass in a slutish display of devotion as she sang his name like a symphony, cumming sensually around him for all of New York to see. “Don’t even think about it.” She playfully warns as he hooks her leg over his waist. They giggle sinfully as the morning light attempts to cleanse them of the night’s sinful exploitations.  Her phone begins chiming for attention causing Loki to groan in disdain.

“Ignore it.” He commands, causing Seraphine to chortle as he stops her from rolling towards it. 

“It’ll be Nathaniel.”  She implores weakly, succumbing to the strength of his pull and laying flush against him. There is no love lost in his mind over one phone call from her vampiric son. Whatever it is, it can wait.

“If I was expected to wait until a reasonable hour to fuck you, then I expect the same of you before dealing with any existential crisis’s.” She laughs underneath feigned annoyance as her phones goes silent. “If it is so awfully important than he knows where to find you.” Loki begins teasing her entrance again with the nudge of his hips.

“And that is exactly the issue,: he will.” She can’t fight the moan that escapes her lips . “Do you really want him walking in on us? Again.” She rebukes as her phone rings again.

“That sounds like a him problem.” He quickly retorts with an easy thrust of his hips; his cock slowly sheathing itself inside her once more. She moans deliriously into his mouth as he gently flips her onto her back, her legs instinctively hook around his hips as he rolls his hips into her with devastating preciseness; his strong arms caging her in protectively. He continues to make love to her in the warm light of day, determined to drown out the incessant ringing with their panted breaths of desire.

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Good While it Lasted

Very angst-ridden sequel from F#*king marry me. It was birthed after a very dark day listening to this song on a loop. Loki takes a self-destructive path of self-sabotage, breaking his love's heart all for a secret.

n/w - depressed Loki - dark Loki - angst - graphic heartbreak -mentions of mental health - graphic anxiety attacks - graphic description of violence/harm - sexual references / descriptions

will they forgive and forget?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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F#*kin Marry Me Already

Mostly pure unbridled smut! Unsurprisingly, Loki is a perfectionist and needs everything to go his way - when it doesn't? Slutty shenanigans ensues. Post Avengers Loki - switching between POVs (Loki x OC) I know 20 seems like a lot but some are quick and sweet!

This Fic is Complete

n/w - unbridled debauchery - smut - oral m&f receiving - bondage - soft!dom Loki - angst - violence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Ready for heartbreak? Angsty Sequel ... here: Good While it Lasted.

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Magical Mishap

Little drabble of a cocky Loki struggling to reverse a haywire spell. His big ego can't save him now.

Complete

n/w - fluff. pretty funny. slightly angsty.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Mischievous Wolf

Filthy little drabble with a shapshifting, entitled Pince Loki! Who gets humbled real quick.

n/w- smut, f!reader x Loki

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Detention Collection

Professor Loki x f!student (of age) Little drabble of pure spicy fun! Minors turn away

original links to Imagine Loki under my original handle. warnings on links - flirty filth

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Life & Death

Post Avengers - the government finally discovers that mythical supernatural beings have been co-existing with humans in secret for millennia; their first response was not a welcoming one.

The following writings follow Loki's entanglement with a sorceress and the supernatural community Midgard as the Team seeks out his assistance in this developing feud.

This Fic is Complete Pt 2

evolving world of vampires, werewolves, witches thus far

n/w - smut, nsfw, mentioned violence/torture, bondage, oral m/receiving.

1 - intro

2. - Expecting you

3. - Need your help n/w

4 - Terms & conditions

5 - Follow me

6 - an alliance

7 - That went well. n/w

8. - Revelations

9. - Revenge

10 - I love you

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Mischievous Christmas Collection

F!reader and Loki explore their first Christmas Season together filled with festivities and debauchery. All chapters contain varying levels of unbridled smut. This series was my first when I was a youngn'.

Orginal postings were posted through Imagine Loki (still by me or my OG handle)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Need More? ... Prequel here ... Mischievous Beginnings

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TITLE: Can you keep it a secret?

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: smutty oneshot

AUTHOR: ValarieRavenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine working with Loki in some way but you keep your distance because you have a massive crush on him and you tend to always embarrass yourself. Alas you find yourself in need of his help as you need his magic and he’s the only one for the job.

RATING: NSWF - Smut - rough and dominate with just a sprinkling of fluff to season.

Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. 5

Every laboratory is running high on anxious adrenaline that are being expressed in bouts of passive aggression. There’s a couple of promotions coming up that would land on the ‘Top Dog’ floors and it is safe to say everyone wants one of the precious spots; a bunch of sophisticated scientists acting like they are all auditioning for the next season of survivor.

However, I find myself feeling surprisingly calm in the sea of pre-pubescent angst. It has even been amusing to watch so many old men in lab-coats act like nervous little, frazzled school boys … well, more than they usually do. I have already had my preliminary meetings which went exceptionally well and I have already been working on extra-curricular research projects for the Avengers for the last month now. So what’s to worry about?

I have been refining my notes for an upcoming meeting with the team in an hour, in the blissful silence of an unoccupied research lab when my phone rings. With my phone still on the desk I answer it with my air-pods still in – it’s just a friend trying to organise a night out. I casually flick through my calendar as an alluringly familiar shadow sends a shiver through me. I barely raise my eyes through my lashes, to see the strikingly intoxicating God of Mischief, coming to a very obvious halt in the hall way as I catch his eye. He enters casually with a well-assured haughtiness in his stride; his predatory gaze is hidden behind a feigned look of innocent surprise that he has ‘stumbled upon me alone’. What a pleasant surprise for him. We both know he was clearly on the hunt with unsavoury intentions.  I keep talking like he’s not even there as he stalks around the table silently; I become aware of my breathing and rigidness as I continue on, appearing to be nonchalant about his presence as onlookers in the hall way give us passing glances.

“…yes, the 28th…” I hum and just continue to ignore his deliberate loom over my shoulder as he pretends to examine the open presentation notes on my other side. “I think I’m free, let me check.” I flick to the page to an empty weekend and have my pen poised to fill it in but Loki swiftly plucks it from my grip and begins filling in the little box ‘unavailable’ blocking out the whole weekend. Oh that arrogant trickster. “Um, actually I’m busy then.” I give a questioning look of annoyance and he gives me a smug closed mouth smile in return. “Listen, I’m getting ready for a meeting, can I call you back after I get off work?” I ask before exchanging goodbye pleasantries and remove my the pods from my ears. “Oh please enlighten me as to why I am suddenly unavailable.” I begin to pack away my things and ignore the giddying feeling swirling within me from the intoxicating allure of his cologne.

“I have plans for you.” That sultry low octave has me actively clench as I feel his breath on my ear lobe. “In fact, you may have to take an extra day just in case.” He scribbles in a sick day for the following Monday. The other month he kept me strapped to his side for a whole weekend and it took me two extra days to recover. The thought evokes a wave of pleasurable remembrance to ebb through me, making my quim throb. I have a meeting in an hour – I will not let him distract me!

“And what if I’d rather attend dinner with my friends?” I argue with him coyly; not expecting to win.

“Would you?” He simply cocks an elegant, all-knowing, brow – with that hungry, arrogant look in his eyes. I wish with all my might that I had the strength to actually deny him. I purse my lips together in a pondering upturn of feigned thought as I shrug and gather my notes.

“Perhaps.” I muse as I manoeuvre myself to slide off the stool and out of his potential, immediate grip. “And I wouldn’t need to use yet another sick day just to lay entangled with you.” In a euphoric bubble of bliss as he caresses every inch of me with those criminally long fingers and those tantalizing lips that whisper such uncouth sweet nothings in my ear … Oh my …

“Is the thought so unappealing to you?” He quips back at me and his gaze glints inertly as if I hadn’t just (unintentionally) gotten under his skin.

“Some people have to work in order to survive Loki; a notion that I understand may elude a Prince, such as yourself.” He remains silent as he inhales sharply with a slight (impressed/unimpressed) quirk of his brows. ‘Tis a dangerous game to insult the God of Mischief, even in jest. It is not an approach I take often since engaging in our illicit entanglement. Usually I am quick to bend to his ever pleasurable whim. “I have a meeting in an hour,” I flick my hand obnoxiously to playfully dismiss this interaction like his presence doesn’t have my insides on fire. However he seems to not take kindly to my game.

“Yes, one of which I have to tediously sit through.” Gone is the twinkling eyed God of Mischief that had entered the room. He steps into my space in half a stride, causing me to crane my head back to look him in the eye. Oh to get lost in that menacing gaze.

“Oh I am so sorry to hear that the thought my boring presentation is causing you so much despair.” I mock with the last of my fading intrepidness.

“On the contrary, despair isn’t what ails me.” He boldly grabs my wrist and brings my hand against his leather bound crotch. I audibly gasp at such open lewdness and I wish that I had a stronger will to just pull my hand away in fear of being caught. But I instinctively palm the engorged bulge and quiver at the thought of being bent over this table right here and now.

“Loki!” I tsk at his brazenness. “This meeting is important.” I plead through the shock of his actions as my combativeness will only spur him on more now.

“Then I suggest you meet me in the medical bay on thirty-four, or I’ll have you withering on the ground and begging for release in the middle of your presentation.” His tone is so seductively menacing that it takes away my gasp of annoyance and replaces it with a mewling moan that leaves my throat as he walks away from me suddenly. “Five minutes.” He instructs as that leather clad ass strides out of the room with the superiority of a King. I am left with my mouth agape as if I had just watched a fire start out in the hallway. He can’t be serious?? No way. He wouldn’t … would he? I look down at my notes in anxious puzzlement, I suppose I’m not going to be anymore prepared by reading through them again. With a begrudged groan of annoyance I leave my belongings in their neat little pile and storm out the door. My foot taps in rhythmically all the way down in the elevator as I argue silently with myself about what to do. Do I continue to playfully deny his antics or submit to him. I can’t believe he’s playing such a wicked game right in the middle of such a stressful day. I roll my eyes petulantly before realizing – actually, of course he is. He’s the fucking God of Mischief. It would be more surprising if he wasn’t. I try to mentally prepare myself as I scan into the blacked out med-bay, the one where our entanglement all began, but nothing could ready myself for what comes as soon as the door latches over. I am roughly pushed against the wall by an elating grip on my neck. I groan at the shock before I am moaning wantonly into his mouth. His hands greedily begin grouping me has his crotch relentlessly rolls against me in eager anticipation. I reach up and entangle my hands in the ringlets of his ebony hair that bounces around his shoulders, as he begins unbuttoning my white blouse but leaves it tucked into my skirt. He palms both of my breasts as he bites my bottom lip; roughly yanking my bra down to reveal my breasts to him. I moan half in pleasure and half in annoyance at the fact we are at work! His darn silver tongue makes me forget that. He grabs my wrists harshly and forces them to my side but before I can protest or question he has half pushed down my semi open shirt, which pins my wrists slightly behind me. Of course with a little wiggle I could be free, however the dark look in his eyes tells me that that is not his intention.

“…Loki.” I murmur but he cuts me off with another core tightening kiss that almost has me jumping to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Be my good girl and I’ll reward you later.” He bargains but that gravely voice has a way of demanding me. I am almost ashamed of how little coaxing my body takes to drop to my knees whilst pinned against the wall, provocatively on display for him. I can’t string a thought together. I need to be focused on the meeting, I should be concerned about getting caught – and restrained like a professional whore no less, oh but I can’t stop thinking about how wet I feel as he skilfully grabs a fistful of hair whilst freeing his engorged member from his pants. “Open.” He demands and I immediately oblige. I open my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue to greet his enthusiastic cock. I have no time to tantalizing tease as he begins rolling firmly into my mouth. I moan around him and suck like my life depends on it and the throaty groan that falls from his lips is well worth it. His mouth falls agape as I stare up at him through my lashes as he gyrates his hips preciously into my throat. I grow quickly accustomed to the pleasant rhythm but that doesn’t last long and I moan in panic has he increases his speed and I can’t protest without my hands. He tsks at me when I try to lean back for air and holds my head with both hands as he continues to pump in and out of my throat, causing me to gag and make obscenely lewd noises. I can’t help but drool shamelessly around him as he roughly uses my mouth for his own satisfaction. I whine and try again to pull back for air and he blissfully grants it and I am left gasping gratefully like emerging from water after nearly drowning. A string of glistening saliva keeps us connected and he moans sinisterly at the sight of me; saliva covering my exposed breasts as I look up at him with glassy eyes. He guides my head back to him and I greet his throbbing cock with my tongue and he allows me another break to go at my own pace. I run my tongue under his entire length before swirling it around the tips with a licentious moan. He hums with pleasure as he lets his head fall backwards, revealing the delicious tendons of his necks as his adams-apple bobs up and down. I quickly begin sucking hard again and my break is over as he begins thrusting methodically into my throat. He continues his assault for longer than anticipated and my jaw begins to ache and my heart begins to pound at the thought of the clock ticking on. This is not the time to show off his fucking godly stamina. I moan loudly around his cock and gag myself around him as I show a burst of impatient enthusiasm, wanting him to finish already. He chuckles darkly at that which makes an annoyed rage rise within me as he tisks at me again. Oh I’m going to kill him. I choke again as he holds me firmly to the hilt and his coo of approval and praise has my rage simmering away; annoyingly. Next time he is about to leave on a urgent mission I am so pushing him into a closet, pushing him to his knees and straddling his face. He pulls out suddenly and I gasp gratefully before bubbling like a porn star. He growls in pure pleasure as he starts stroking himself with one hand and continues to hold me by the hair with the other.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I gasp and he chuckles darkly at me in response. This is now beyond fucking mischief. I am not going into that meeting after he’s just painted my fucking face! Not a chance! I lean up and take his head into my mouth and his amused laugh morphs into a hearty moan as he finishes down my throat. He heaves me easily to my feet and supports me against the wall as my legs readjust; kissing my neck and jaw so delicately – a stark contrast to the man that had just used my mouth like a fleshlight.

“Good girl.” He growls seductively in my ear, nipping at my lobe before feathering my neck again with worshiping kisses. I shiver with a little eye-roll of pleasure as his tone has me imagining all the ways I can come apart beneath him.

“You are such an asshole.” I murmur in jest. He couldn’t have picked a worse day to act like a horny frat boy.

“You love it.” He smiles like a Cheshire cat as his lips meet mine gently.

“Wanting a blowjob is one thing, but to do this right before I run a meeting is the definition of being a dick.” He fixes my shirt and my hands come back up to cup the sides of his neck.

“I couldn’t help it.” He murmurs into my mouth. “You look devastatingly beguiling when you’re on your knees for me.” I do hate how he makes me yearn for him. “Your presentation will be fine.” He assures. “How could you expect me to sit there the whole time without being able to touch you?”

“It’s called will-power, perhaps you’ve heard of it.” I mock as he continues to kiss me tenderly.

“When it comes to you, there is no such thing.” He kisses me sweetly before stepping back from me. I quickly fix my bra and fight the growl in my throat as I look down on my dishevelled self but without me asking he waves his hand and in a tingling shimmer of green I look like I just walked in the door again. “I am not so unkind as to leave you like that.” He grins wolfishly before gesturing for me to leave first. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes.” He chimes and I stop at the door to give him a warning look over my shoulder.

“Be on your best behaviour!” I hiss with my best sneer which just causes him to chuckle.

“I promised others I would be on my worst.”

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Good while it lasted

TITLE: Good while it lasted

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 20

AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine seeing Loki for the first time after a very messy break up.

RATING: R

NOTES/WARNINGS: Mentions of violence.

Loki POV

He can’t begin to even fathom how he allowed himself to be manipulated into agreeing to this plan. He begrudgingly watches himself three interrogation rooms away be chained down to the table; his raven hair askew with the metal gag silencing him. Her. He curses breathlessly in Norse, if that thing is hurting her I’ll rip off everyone’s heads. This is a bad idea. He can feel it. He should have never cast the spell to swap bodies. But she had been so distressed and persuasive … Oh Violet. Currently, and surprisingly, they’ve placed ‘Violet’ (Loki) in the same area. He had feared on the drive that they would take ‘him’ to a worse interrogation bay – some underground off grid basement – not the main interrogation hold. All rooms are made of the same super enforced glass that would take even the hulk a good couple of swings to break. The Outside corridor is wide; due to give vehicles access. Then above you have the main watch deck that holds an intelligence room. He can see Captain America standing above with Clint by his side; both looking at a bound ‘Loki’ three rooms away. Thor is pacing outside the room yelling with a plain dressed Tony and the Director, though he can’t hear anything. He makes eye contact with himself and tries to reach out telepathically but it’ll be hard to get through the bonds that are meant to be ‘binding’. Annoyingly, he’s struggling to get past their enchantments to reach a trapped Violet on the inside. So he reaches out to Thor instead. ‘What’s happening?’

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Good While It Lasted

TITLE: Good while it lasted

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 19

AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine seeing Loki for the first time after a very messy break up.

RATING: R

NOTES/WARNINGS

VioletPov

Oh if he were the hulk he would have turned green. I mean technically with all the shit he has put me through, I believe I am well within my right to just shave his whole head. It was only an inch … ish, he’ll survive. What the fuck was that anyway? I was literally about to drop to my knees like an obedient porn star – like what the actual fuck? I have never wanted to fuck him more in my life … well … maybe just once or twice in the past. I am meant to be mad. Mad! Ugh! He literally just became a living shell of a person because he couldn’t bare to break up with me himself, all because he didn’t want to explain the terms and conditions of immortality to me. Right now I should be as green as the fucking hulk, yet I can’t seem to muster up the rage. I just want it all to go away, I do. I want to be happy. I want to laugh. I want to fuck like lovesick teenagers. I want to be fucking married! To him! Always him … Should I just forgive him? Is that even sane? The pain I felt was so horrendous … he made me feel like he didn’t love me, how can I just forgive and forget that?

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TITLE: Can you keep it a secret? 

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Bonus one shot 

AUTHOR: ValarieRavenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine working with Loki in some way but you keep your distance because you have a massive crush on him and you tend to always embarrass yourself. Alas you find yourself in need of his help as you need his magic and he’s the only one for the job.

RATING: NSWF - Smut - rough and dominate with just a sprinkling of fluff to season. 

Chapter 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. 

I got absolutely no work done for the rest of the day. How could I possibly? Some many lewd thoughts were distracting me in every way possible. And of course there is the ever still lingering anxiety caused by my own stupidity. I checked on my sprawling demonic infection every hour in the mirror, seeing no change, which was somewhat relieving – at least it’s not any worse.

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TITLE: Good while it lasted

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 18

AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine seeing Loki for the first time after a very messy break up.

RATING: R

NOTES/WARNINGS

LokiPov

The air is cool around his body yet steam surrounds him. Jasmine and Coconut fill the air as he watches trails of white bubbles roll off Violet’s body with every fresh river of water. She smiles seductively at him and suddenly he’s in her arms; their flesh pressed together in a frenzy of sensual need. The water cascades around them as her lips greedily meet his; nibbling at his bottom lip as his hands continue to caress every inch of her supple body. Their tongues dance together in a fierce carnal rhythm as her hands caress down his torso, wandering seductively at his Apollo’s belt, as his hands hold her body firmly to his as he grinds into her, hungrily and ravenous.

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TITLE: Good while it lasted

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 17

AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine seeing Loki for the first time after a very messy break up.

RATING: R

NOTES/WARNINGS:

 LokiPOV

To be rational was an exceptionally hard task – especially when he comes face to face with the guards who are meant to be surveying Loki’s apartment. Obviously, they had seen him enter so naturally have come to investigate. The vials hidden safely on his body, Thor tries to channel some form of collectiveness as they approach; questioning whether or not he had news. Are these men guilty of injuring Loki? Are they part of the con. He wonders.

“There’s been no changes; I was just going through everything again.” Thor pushes past them gruffly. They knew better than to further probe, but he can feel their suspicious energy as he passes them into the elevator. He knew now he can’t return straight to Violet and Loki; they would follow for sure. He can’t risk that. He’ll need outside help … but who would be less suspicious? Regretfully, and anxiously, he returns to the tower where everyone is in an intense frazzle; still searching remotely for his elusive brother – the computer screens that cover the wall are flicking rapidly through hours of footage.

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TITLE: Good while it lasted

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 16

AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine seeing Loki for the first time after a very messy break up.

RATING: R

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~ Chapter 15~

Loki POV

It’s still night when he wakes again – at least he thinks. He feels more lucid this time around, yet can’t remember coming back into bed. The small room is shrouded in darkness, but he’s sure that it’s Violet’s bed, yet he seems to be alone again. He recalls kneeling with her in the living room – his soul lay open bare for her to see … then nothing. The exhaustion that overcame him had been too great for him to care about how hard it was to finally reveal all of it to her. All the ugly truths … all the heartache. His eyes sting with fresh tears as he thinks about it again but he tries his best to just blink them away with a desolate sigh.

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TITLE: Good while it lasted

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 15

AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine seeing Loki for the first time after a very messy break up.

RATING: R

NOTES/WARNINGS: lots of angst *written whilst listening to some dramatic orchestra* so don’t really know if it flows *haha kms*

VioletPOV

“– so why the fuck do you want me back?” I try to hold the tears at bay but I can feel them rolling further and further to the top. I can’t believe he’s still trying to weasel his way around the truth. I’ve had a few extra hours left to wildly procrastinate about the information Thor gave me; and plan this attacking argument with him being passed out again. I didn’t truly know if Thor had given me the leverage I’ve been looking for, but the look on his face when I said ‘spell’ just confirmed everything. I have to go hard at him now, or he’ll just get out of it otherwise. It is hurting me to see him look so vulnerable but if I don’t hold onto this anger then I’ll never learn the truth. I’m fed up with all of his negotiations.

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TITLE: Good while it lasted

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 14

AUTHOR: Valarieravenhearst2

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine seeing Loki for the first time after a very messy break up.

RATING: R NOTES/WARNINGS: NSFW

Loki POV

After a an eternity of anxious silence, Loki decided that it was safe enough to leave the cupboard and perch on the bed. It took all of his strength to stay quiet and hidden as he heard Violet raise her voice at the people at the door. He was sure of Thor’s presence, but the other was too indistinctive to make out. Where is she? He was sure she hadn’t left with them. Yet she had yet to return to the bedroom and he had heard another door slam but had stayed silent just in case. All this turmoil is causing him to sway slightly in dizziness – he can’t possibly allow himself to collapse however. He has to find Violet now – what if she was taken away by shield? He can’t bare the thought of her being in their grips.

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