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And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Hiiiiiii I have a prompt idea. A Loki X reader pre relationship

so my mind threw a random memory at me and I remembered a very cute scene from a play called Maine. The scene was called I fell. It was about a guy confessing his love for another guy and he did it by falling and then when his friend went to check on him he said I fell for you.

That being said

The reader has powers kinda like Wanda. Only difference, she can fly. If she uses to much power she can drain her energy and can pass out. Well during a mission with Thor and Loki, this happens and she falls from a very great height. Thor tries to catch her but can't make it in time. Luckily Loki is there to catch her (I can hear Thor shouting "LOKI LOKI LOKI CATCH HER!" And I can see Loki sprinting to catch her in time.) When the reader wakes up she sees Loki at her side. He says something like that was some fall. And she looks at him and says "I fell for you." Maybe Loki confesses his feelings for her to. I know it's cliche but I thought it would be a cute prompt. 💙💚💜🖤

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"Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit."

A/N: Yes, it's a Shakespeare reference. Extra points if you guys can tell me the other two mentioned in the fic 😁. Also, I drew from the "Almost, Maine" play that @crimson25 mentioned in her request.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff

You strapped your fingerless gloves on tight and rolled your shoulders. Sighing, you took one look at Thor and dared him to say something. Anything.

“He. Said. What?” He asked disbelievingly.

“He said, and I quote, ‘That I smell.’” You replied with an embarrassing look.

“Smell like sunshine? Smell like a fresh field of flowers?”

“I don’t know Thor.”

“Smell like nectar from freshly picked fruit from the gardens of Asgard? I don’t understand milady. How could he say such an atrocious thing to one such as yourself?” Thor asked puzzled.

You raised your shoulders and gave him a disbelieving look as the quinjet slowed down for its descent. You and Thor have been best friends since he came back to New Asgard. You were assigned as the liaison between the new town of Asgardian refugees and the existing town of Tønsberg. It was there that King Valkyrie had discovered you and your secret powers.

You were reckless and got caught going out one night, flying overhead, exhibiting telekinetic powers. In truth, it was the only way you could put yourself to sleep. There was so much power coursing through you and you needed an outlet. A way to expel your energy so you can tire yourself and go to sleep.

So when Thor came back around to help and check in on New Asgard, he offered to spar with you before bedtime. “Training,” he had called it. Little did you know that he was actually training you to fight along with the Avengers.

You were hesitant at first. You loved your life and your job. You liked knowing that there was a routine to everything. There was comfort, not in the mundane, but in the simplicity of it all. You did not need to be a hero. The only reason why you agreed was because of the god sitting next to you, Thor’s brother.

Loki leaned over the shared armrest as he unbuckled himself from the seat. He nuzzled his nose deep in your hair, inhaling your floral shampoo. Can a person heat up and freeze simultaneously? Because that’s exactly what you felt like. You blushed and froze in place when you felt his face so close to yours.

“Hmm.” A contented sigh left him and you used whatever power you had not to melt into a wet puddle right in the seat. “I have no idea what that simpleton was talking about brother,” Loki said. “She smells like the heavenly rose gardens of Elysium.” You turned meeting his mischievous eyes. “I mean honestly, I don’t think you should introduce her to any more of your associates. How can you call her your friend when you subject her to mind-numbing torture every week?” Loki continued as he stood from his seat and berated Thor.

“Ya, Thor! I thought we were besties!” you said crossing your arms, adding fuel to the fire. Loki was formidable on his own. But when the two of you joined forces and conspired against him, Thor couldn’t do anything. He was helpless.

You got up to follow Loki, taking some short knives that he handed you and securing them in your thigh holster.

“Now don’t you start with me! You’re the one that asked me to help you find a companion.” Thor said pointing an accusatory finger at you as he grabbed Stormbreaker. Loki took a sideways glance at you. The fact that you had asked Thor to help you find a suitor was news to him.

“Yes, I did. My mistake, apparently.” You whispered that last part to Loki, and he sniggered. “I thought it would be like in the movies, you know. Romantic meet-cutes. Grand gestures of love. The handsome love interest saving the damsel in distress.”

“You are hardly a damsel in distress, darling,” Loki said to you as the three of you walked down the gangplank of the jet.

“Thank you,” you grinned back to Loki. “But these men you picked out seem like they came from a horror movie, rather than a romantic comedy!” You accused Thor.

By now the three of you were already out of the jet and had instigated a fight with some of the fiendish-looking footmen. They saw the quinjet approach earlier and immediately sent a missile out for the three of you.

“Darling…” Loki said looking at you panicked.

“I’m on it.” You replied, using your telekinesis to deflect the missile, turning it back onto the monsters that launched it. Loki had been using his seidr to engulf the three of you in a protective bubble. While it worked for some of the lasers that were being shot your way, he didn’t think it could withstand the blow of a missile.

Giving up on long-range weapons, the beasts decided to go for hand-to-hand combat.

“Where are these atrocities from?” Loki asked.

“Some weird new terrorist group called Weapon X.” You explained. “Oh look, that one looks like my date from two weeks ago.” You said pointing to the one that Loki had stabbed to the side. Loki looked at the poor creature with a disgusted face. “Maybe it is my date from two weeks ago.” You said coming closer to the fallen body.

“I feel for you, pet.” Loki agreed, taking a deep breath.

“Can I get a hand here, please!” Thor grunted as he tried to push back on the flying bat-like creature that has pinned him to the ground. Both you and Loki stood clapping in his direction.

“Good job, brother,” Loki said. “Excellent work.”

“You can do it, Thor! Woo-hoo.” you concurred, still clapping.

“Not the hand I had in mind!” Thor grunted as he pushed the creature away making it fly with Stormbreaker still in its jaws. “You two! I swear you were made for each other!” Thor pointed, as he panted his way in between the two of you. You both stood there, giving each other the side eye as smiles formed on both your faces.

Thor called Stormbreaker back into his hands. Dragging the flying creature along with it. The bat screamed into the air calling forth other flying creatures from the horizon.

“Ok, little battery, just like we practiced,” Thor said to you. “Loki watch our backs.”

Loki fortified the protective barrier he encased you guys in. He watched as your powers lifted you into the air. Your arms spread apart like a vengeful goddess with wrath in her eyes. Thor had channeled a lightning bolt into you. You soaked it up like an empty receptacle waiting for a charge.

“Are you sure she’ll be ok, Thor?” Loki voiced his concern. He watched you in the air as your eyes glowed in the same fashion as Thor’s. Electricity humming in your veins.

“She’ll be fine. We’ve done this multiple times.” Thor smiled. Just then, a group of wild horrors decided to charge at both Thor and Loki, surprising them. Thor called forth an extra amount of lightning to damage the area around him. In doing so, the flow of lightning doubled inside you. More than what you were used to.

You brought your hands together in a quick clap. Looking for a way to dispel the energy. The sound resonated with a cackling current, sending it straight into the heart of the flying beasts that were headed your way. You could easily connect each and every flying monster with the line of electricity you were sending them. It looked like a glowing dandelion. One by one they fell to the ground. Their fur singed and their flesh burned.

As soon as the charge left you, nothing was holding you up anymore and you fell too. All your energy, depleted. You fainted from the sudden rush of oxygen leaving your body.

“Loki!” Thor yelled. Loki looked at Thor, who pointed into the sky. You were freefalling down into the earth. “Loki, Loki! Catch her!” Thor tried to determine where you would land and make his way there, but the gruesome beasts had targeted him as the threat and had pounced on him, keeping him captive where he stood.

Loki ran. He sprinted like the east wind to get to you. He jumped over the dead. Plunged his daggers into the attacking grunts. All the while keeping his eyes on your falling figure.

He was too slow. He couldn’t get there fast enough. With flourish and smoke, he jumped and transported himself mid-air, catching you. Then transported back down to the safety of the ground. You both landed a little ways away from the fight. Loki looked around to make sure you were both safe and in no immediate danger.

“Dearest. Wake up.” Loki cooed as he ran his fingers down your cheeks. Your eyes were rolled back as you lay there limp in his arms.

You woke up suddenly to a sharp intake of breath. You coughed as Loki sat you up and patted your back. He kept his arm around you, holding you close.

“What happened?” Your voice was raspy and dry. You leaned back into his arms, unable to hold the weight of your own body.

“You fell. Like a seraph cast out of heaven.”

“I fell, for you. Badum-tch” You giggled attempting weak finger-guns. Loki laughed.

“You must’ve knocked all the oxygen out of your brain.” He said carrying you up easily from the ground.

“Ya, let’s go with that.” You said snuggling into the crook of his neck. “Did we win?” You asked looking into his eyes.

Loki looked around towards Thor who was busy cleaving Stormbreaker from the last of the monstrosities. “Yes, dearest. We won.” He murmured as he walked you over towards the awaiting quinjet.

You sighed. You were tired and zapped of your energy and faculties. You could barely keep your eyes open anymore. You could feel Loki’s strong heartbeat through the pulse on his neck and it lulled you to sleep. You took a deep breath and smelled him. Remnants of his cologne mixed with the sweat of the battle. “Hmmm,” your lips murmured into his neck. Making Loki freeze and burn at the same time. “Good night, sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

“Are you quoting Shakespeare to me now, darling?” he asked, but it was too late. Your eyes were already closed. Your body had retreated into slumber, charging itself up. Loki placed his lips delicately near your ear and said, “Hear my soul speak, of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service.” He confessed to your sleeping form.

Loki held you the whole flight home as you slept peacefully in his arms. Thor took one look at you both and chuckled.

“Why did you set her up with all those horrible dates, brother?” Loki asked. And why wasn’t I included on this list?

“To make both of you realize what everyone’s known all along,” Thor remarked.

“Everyone? And what does everyone know that we don’t?”

“That you’re both idiots. Idiots in love.”

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britishserpent · 2 years

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Hope you are doing okay love ❤️

Haven’t seen you around in a while and just wanted to check in, if you’re on a break right now, take all the time you need obviously ☺️

Hello my lovely, thank you so much for your message. I'm honestly feeling a lot better at the moment, I've just lost my writing confidence and ability to articulate what I want to put out.

I hate to always say I'm full of ideas but I always am! I will be back 💕

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Completely agree with these recommendations (there's one or two writers I'm unfamilar with - Will be checking them out ASAP!)

If you're looking for something new, definitely refer to this.

So honoured to be even mentioned amongst some of my favourite writers 🥺💚

Hello lady!

Do you have any favorite writers or fics you could share? I love your work so much! xx

Hello!! What a great question and I would LOVE to tell you. And thank you for the compliment, that means a heck of a lot to me x

On Tumblr, these are my absolute go-to writers at the moment, with a sample recommendation for each 💚

@lokisninerealms - an absolute dirty smut goddess that makes me blush both in her fics and in our PMs. Her Loki makes me want to do very bad things and I am here for it, always. [FIC REC] @justasecretwriter - Delicious smut and excellent writing, Loki x MC characters as well as reader - all written so moreishly...love when they come up on my dash! [FIC REC] @mochie85 - a queen of fluff with a splattering of smut goodness, I can’t get enough of her writing style and characters - the Creature Comforts series is sublime. [FIC REC] @wheredafandomat - her Dr Laufeyson series is addictive and her one shots are legendary, filthy and often hilarious at the same time. I have laughed out loud many times while also being very horny [FIC REC] @lokischambermaid - shares my affinity for dom!loki content and portrays it so beautifully but also...hella spicy. If you haven’t checked out her A God Can Hold His Liquor series I highly suggest you do. [FIC REC] @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 - Don’t let the name fool you, this dark horse has been pushing out AMAZING stories over the past week - bubbling sexual chemistry with an incredible writing style and a dark Loki fairytale which I re-read like 3 times in one sitting. [FIC REC] @cake-writes OK SO I JUST DISCOVERED that Cake wrote one of my fave one shots of all time, when I was but a lurker...2.33AM. I absolutely love the way she writes reader/Loki, so incredibly hot and descriptive and...*shudder** [FIC REC] @britishserpent - Amazing smut written expertly, what more could a Loki-whore ask for? Her beautiful mind is so vivid with everything from smut to Loki’s words - perfection! [FIC REC]

For fluffy/light smutty goodness that hits the spot , my favourites are currently: @holdmytesseract [FIC REC] @michelleleewise [FIC REC] I’m SURE I’ve forgotten some more writers who make me feel so many feelings, so if I have and you know I love your work please tag yourself so I can talk about how great you are 🤣 🤣 ALSO shout out to the amazing mutuals and users who re-blog stories they enjoy and leave awesome comments for the author. You are the real heroes, and I know that it makes me personally super happy xx

#loki fanfic rec

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Really loving this at the moment! Recommended if you haven't yet given it a read 💚

❄️Frost Secrets From the Other Son

This is my first series!! Thank you to everyone reading this and following Loki and Lillian's journey! I am so honored to have you with me. This will end up being about 10 chapters, with new chapters out every Wednesday. If you want to be tagged, let me know!

@britishserpent @kaogasm @lokisgoodgirl

Summary: When a Midgardian journalist comes to Asgard to record the royal history for humans, her illicit affair with Loki threatens to unravel Odin’s family and reveal his true parentage...

Chapter 1 Welcome to Asgard Chapter 2 Loki, Meet Lillian Chapter 3 The Things Happening Between the Chapters Chapter 4 Heimdall Sees All Part 1 and Part 2 Chapter 5 A Strange Awe Part 1 and Part 2

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #fic recommendation

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Thank you @lokisninerealms it's really appreciated! 💚🥺 I'm glad you enjoyed The Palace Baths, I'll be updating it soon!

Loki Fanfiction - Master List

Stumbled upon my Tumblr and not sure where to start? All of my work is listed below with a short summary.

Please note although most of my work contains explicit sexual content, it is consensual between the characters and they are of legal age. Posts of this nature are clearly marked 18+ Please do not engage if it's not your thing / you are under age.

Longer Work

Insubordination - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Female, Currently Chapter 11) Wattpad / AO3 only.

This was the first Loki fic I wrote and is currently on hiatus while I re-work it. It will be updated, it's just quite a bit to get through!

The Palace Baths - 18+ Explicit Content (Prince Loki x Female Servant, Ongoing)

Originally a One Shot. I couldn't help but continue this one. Prince Loki has never paid a female servant any mind, or so she thought. He unexpectedly extends an invitation to one of his exclusive gatherings late at night, hosted in the Palace Baths.

The Palace Baths, Part 1

The Palace Baths, Part 2

The Palace Baths, Part 3

The Palace Baths, Part 4

One Shots - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Reader)

These are all posted as collections on Wattpad & AO3 if you prefer to read on those platforms.

Happy Birthday, Mr President (President Loki x Female)

During a televised Birthday performance, President Loki teases his pet, leaving her squirming during the Birthday meal that follows.

A Prayer Answered (Loki x Female)

Hard day at work? Unable to settle, the readers mind drifts to thoughts of Loki, only to find the God himself stood at the foot of her bad after hearing her call.

Occupied (Loki x Female Rival - Request)

Tired of the crowds of swooning maidens Prince Thor attracts to the training grounds, a female warrior finds somewhere a little quieter to train. Only she's not left in peace for long when Prince Loki disturbs her.

The King of Jotunheim (Jotunn Loki x Female)

The King of Jotunheim, Part 2 (Jotunn Loki x Female)

Loki never left Jotunheim. Following the death of his father, he inherits the throne and quickly improves the realm for its inhabitants. Alfheim has been carefully watching from afar and arranges a visit to form a treaty. Rader has been selected to protect the dignitaries during their trip, only they have other plans for her…

Nervous? (Lady Loki x Female)

Set on Asgard, the reader spots a mysterious, enchanting woman walking through the halls of the palace. Lady Loki is quick to spot the reader's gawping and follows them into the library.

Saviour (Female Warrior x Prince Loki)

When a serpentine beast wages an attack on Asgard, the warriors are quick to defend the realm with Prince Thor and Prince Loki by their side. Only things don't go to plan.

Breakfast (Female Chef at Avengers Tower x Loki)

Tony Stark has hosted yet another grand party at the Avenger's Tower. Reader refuses her invitation, instead offering to cover the breakfast shift so her colleagues can have a good time.

Undeniable (Female x Loki)

Set before Thor arrives in Thor: Ragnarok, the realm comes to terms with the death of Prince Loki. Loki's plan of appearing as Odin is going perfectly well… until an old acquaintance uncovers his secret.

Shorter Works

Protective / Comforting Loki (Loki x Anxious Reader) - 643 Words Loki comforts reader following a panic attack. Based on my own personal experience with anxiety.

What If… Loki Episode 1 (Loki x Sigyn) - 566 Words Just a shorter piece about how that would have happened if Sigyn had been waiting for Loki in the Gobi Desert.

Bite-Sized Smut - 18+ Explicit Content

#1 - Loki is questioned on his abilities in the bedroom and takes the opportunity to prove his talent to his sceptical volunteer. (Loki x Female, 190 Words)

Requests

I am open to requests, whether it's a line prompt or something more specific. I love hearing what you would like to read, so please let me know!

Just a few things to note:

Please do not request non-con, I am not comfortable writing this.

I always have multiple stories that I'm working on, so there may be a delay in my answer while I complete any current work.

All requests are appreciated, and I carefully contemplate each one, thinking up a plot that would work. Please do not be offended if I do not complete your request, I find it impossible to do my best work if it's not something I 100% connect with.

Dividers from @firefly-graphics post which can be found here.

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@lokisgoodgirl oh my goodness, thank you so much! 😧💚 Of course, I'll make some room 😄😉

Loki Fanfiction - Master List

Stumbled upon my Tumblr and not sure where to start? All of my work is listed below with a short summary.

Longer Work

Insubordination - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Female, Currently Chapter 11) Wattpad / AO3 only.

This was the first Loki fic I wrote and is currently on hiatus while I re-work it. It will be updated, it's just quite a bit to get through!

The Palace Baths - 18+ Explicit Content (Prince Loki x Female Servant, Ongoing)

The Palace Baths, Part 1

The Palace Baths, Part 2

The Palace Baths, Part 3

The Palace Baths, Part 4

One Shots - 18+ Explicit Content (Loki x Reader)

These are all posted as collections on Wattpad & AO3 if you prefer to read on those platforms.

Happy Birthday, Mr President (President Loki x Female)

During a televised Birthday performance, President Loki teases his pet, leaving her squirming during the Birthday meal that follows.

A Prayer Answered (Loki x Female)

Hard day at work? Unable to settle, the readers mind drifts to thoughts of Loki, only to find the God himself stood at the foot of her bad after hearing her call.

Occupied (Loki x Female Rival - Request)

The King of Jotunheim (Jotunn Loki x Female)

The King of Jotunheim, Part 2 (Jotunn Loki x Female)

Nervous? (Lady Loki x Female)

Set on Asgard, the reader spots a mysterious, enchanting woman walking through the halls of the palace. Lady Loki is quick to spot the reader's gawping and follows them into the library.

Saviour (Female Warrior x Prince Loki)

When a serpentine beast wages an attack on Asgard, the warriors are quick to defend the realm with Prince Thor and Prince Loki by their side. Only things don't go to plan.

Breakfast (Female Chef at Avengers Tower x Loki)

Tony Stark has hosted yet another grand party at the Avenger's Tower. Reader refuses her invitation, instead offering to cover the breakfast shift so her colleagues can have a good time.

Undeniable (Female x Loki)

Shorter Works

Protective / Comforting Loki (Loki x Anxious Reader) - 643 Words Loki comforts reader following a panic attack. Based on my own personal experience with anxiety.

What If… Loki Episode 1 (Loki x Sigyn) - 566 Words Just a shorter piece about how that would have happened if Sigyn had been waiting for Loki in the Gobi Desert.

Bite-Sized Smut - 18+ Explicit Content

#1 - Loki is questioned on his abilities in the bedroom and takes the opportunity to prove his talent to his sceptical volunteer. (Loki x Female, 190 Words)

Requests

I am open to requests, whether it's a line prompt or something more specific. I love hearing what you would like to read, so please let me know!

Just a few things to note:

Please do not request non-con, I am not comfortable writing this.

I always have multiple stories that I'm working on, so there may be a delay in my answer while I complete any current work.

Dividers from @firefly-graphics post which can be found here.

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@gigglingtigger I've just had a shower I don't need another one 😂😂🥵

Loki best MCU villain

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britishserpent · 2 years

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Reblog as I've updated my Master List, and it definitely needed some dividers! How have I written so much in just over a month? Crazy.

I was wondering if I could request a dividers of Loki or Tom Hiddleston? Thank you.

ooh, I really enjoyed making these - I haven’t done anything Loki / Tom Hiddleston related before so thank you for asking me! Hope you like them <3

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Fun facts you didn't ask for:

💚 The reader totally became Sigyn in my mind. Loki did actually call reader this at one point but I removed it to keep it more open.

👑 I nearly called this The King of Asgard and I'm still not 100% on the title I chose.

🌩️ I cut out a dialogue exchange about reader calling out Loki for neglecting the other realms.

🥴 My partner did the final proof read of this one for me, but got the clean smut free version.

Undeniable (Loki x Reader) - Loki One-Shot, Smut, 18+

This story is also posted on my AO3 and Wattpad.

My Loki Fanfiction Master List can be found here.

This story was inspired by a question I asked myself: "What would have happened if someone else had noticed Loki was posing as Odin before Thor's arrival in Thor: Ragnarok?"

This is written from the perspective of an old acquaintance who, after finally accepting he is truly gone, begins to see through the illusion.

This does explore feelings surrounding death, so please note there are some descriptions of grief in the first part of the story. Also slightly darker Loki than I have written before.

@mochie85 tagging you, my dearest. If anyone else would like to be added to my tag list please let me know.

Loki x Female Reader

18+

Eventual smut central, you have been warned!

5.7K Words

Silence had fallen upon the realm of Asgard following the King's sombre announcement of Prince Loki's death. There were no cries, nor snickers from those who usually maligned his tiresome mischievous nature. Only the solemn, heavy air of loss. It shrouded the assembly, unifying them in sorrow as they listened to the devastating tale of his sacrifice and final act of selflessness.

Prince Thor was not in attendance, nor was it addressed by the King. People naturally presumed he was buried under the weight of grief for his fallen brother, unable to leave the confines of his rooms to face his people. Or perhaps he wasn't on Asgard at all. It would be equally understandable if he was unable to set foot in the realm he called home if he wasn't returning with his brother by his side.

In the days that passed, your mind refused to acknowledge Loki was truly gone, never to return, until the memorial statue was unveiled. At that moment, you had wanted to disappear into the crowd as you looked up at the golden immortalisation, forever holding his outspread arms skywards.

Flashes of your stolen time together flittered through your brain one after the other as you gazed upwards, frozen in place. Your thoughts were as impossible to hold on to as they were to halt. Though he had grown distant from you as the years had passed, content on finding his own sense of purpose in the world without you, this did not ease your torment. The memories were so vivid they could have been yesterday.

Your throat tightened as you looked on. Your knees threatened to buckle as you helplessly repeated the mantra of 'Not here. Not in front of everyone' over and over again. Shakily drawn breaths intensified as you attempted to hold back tears that insistently continued to well.

When the first tear finally broke through the barrier, you had hastily taken your leave from the ceremony. Your legs fought against you with each arduous step you took, averting your gaze from questioning glances. Despite this, you opted to walk the remaining distance home, unable to speak to beckon transportation.

In solitude, grief had washed over you, engulfing you completely. Days became weeks, and when the drowning weight of loss eventually began to withdraw, acceptance slowly crept into the space it once occupied.

There was nothing you could do to rectify the situation. Loki was gone. You no longer pondered whether he had thought of you in his final moments, eventually resigning to the fact that he probably hadn't. It was logical to assume he hadn't thought of you for years.

At night, doubt began to cloud your memories. Once intimate moments seemed foolish and misinterpreted. You recalled the time his lips had tentatively brushed against yours. One final glance before you locked the memory away for good. Your stomach turned as you remembered you had been too stunned to respond, and he had hastily recoiled from you.

When you had searched his face for meaning, his eyes had pooled with something unknown. You now identified it as regret. Why else would he have distanced himself from you in the days and weeks that followed? Eventually separating himself entirely. That had been the last time you had ever been alone together. You cringed as you pushed the memory into the depths of your mind, begging it to remain there and not resurface.

As you tried to go about your days, establishing a new sense of normalcy, you had grown resentful of the statue. Whenever you passed it now, you ensured you cast your eyes down. It was far easier to look at the ground than at his golden immortalisation. It represented misinterpreted events and unrequited desire, and the lid on the secure box of memories in your mind rattled whenever you saw it in the corner of your eye.

"We're going to be late." The words of your maid pulled you from thought. You had mentally drifted away somewhere safe, allowing you to forget where you were headed. As realisation dawned, an unseen force pulled at you, adding resistance to your movements. Your mind screamed against you with each drag of your feet.

You wanted nothing more than to retreat to seclusion again. The last thing you needed today was a dramatic retelling of Loki's death to plunge you back into sadness.

The play had already begun when you approached the outdoor theatre. A dense crowd had gathered to watch the new tragedy at the request of the King. Though you were thankful for the wall of bodies that blocked your view of the stage, you were unable to mute your ears from the words of the actors.

You grimaced at the imitation of Loki's voice. Nothing could ever quite match his melodic deep tones that had often sent a shiver up your spine. Stop. It is not wise to dwell on such things.

"My lady, surely the King will not refuse a seat beside him. Come." Your feet rooted to the ground, and the maid gently wound her hand around your arm to guide you, pulling you closer to the raised marble pergola. You resisted when she attempted to guide you up the steps, and you muttered "Here is fine" as you sat down, gracefully settling your hands on your lap as you did so.

Although the plays hosted at the theatre often had a flair for dramatics, you couldn't help but furrow your brow at the absurdity of the display that unravelled on the stage. It seemed in poor taste, almost like a mischievous prank of Loki's. You soon cast aside the impossible thought as you looked at the crowd, they were captivated by the tale, and sad whimpers sounded around you.

You stole a sideways glance at the King who lay unusually relaxed across the forest green velvet sofa he occupied. It surprised you that he showed no signs of the grief you had expected. Guilt pooled in your stomach for judging his demeanour, and you quickly averted your gaze back to the stage as his head began to turn to look at you.

You were horrified he had nearly caught you openly gawping at him, and your body remained tense as you tried to drag your attention back to the play. As it was approaching its climax, you leaned forwards as you listened to the lines playing out Loki's final moments.

A loud chuckle snapped your gaze back to the King. He playfully placed a grape in his mouth as he watched on, and his lips sealed around it with a mischievous smug grin. Your heart skipped a beat as you began to look through the facade. You would know that grin anywhere, even if painted upon the face of the so-called King.

As the moment of realisation hit you, his eye met yours, and his expression faltered slightly as he read the look in your eyes.

Bastard.

He cleared his throat, leering down at you - a wordless warning - before turning away. Your stomach lurched as the ground felt like it fell away from beneath you, and you quickly stood. You felt questioning eyes on you as you teetered, unsteady on your feet. "My lady, are you alright?" You did not respond to your maid, and now fuelled by adrenaline, you bolted through the crowd towards the exit.

All sense of your surroundings was lost until you heard the familiar slam of your door behind you, and you helplessly collapsed against it. Unable to catch your breath, you crumbled into desperate sobs.

Loki had been here all along, allowing the realm to mourn him. What selfish desire had brought him to do such a thing? At that moment, you allowed anger to overtake all other emotions. You hated him.

Unable to cry any longer, you eventually dragged yourself to your bed, mindlessly staring at the growing shadows in your room as nightfall approached.

There was no relief to be found in sleep, if anything it would give way to troubling nightmares and memories you would rather forget. Your mind was numbed to even the insistent knocking on your door.

As the door handle turned and the maid entered, you twitched from your state, quickly snapping "Go away" as you turned over. You did not want to be disturbed. Such a harsh tone had never left your mouth before, and the maid paused before she paced across the room towards you.

"My lady, the King has requested your presence. You must come at once." You groaned, intent on remaining in the bed, unwilling to hear what he had to say for himself. "Can you pass on my apologies, I don't think I'll be able. I'm unwell."

Instead of taking her leave, her hand met your shoulder, urging you to turn over to look at her. You reluctantly shifted your weight as she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Guards are waiting outside. I fear they will not accept no for an answer."

You dragged yourself upright as you acknowledged her words. He had sent guards to retrieve you. When you finally looked at your maid, concern was evident in her eyes.

As you swung your legs from the bed, panic coursed through your veins. If Loki was intent on appearing as King Odin, you were nothing more than a threat to the elaborate lie he had created. He had always been hungry for the throne, and your mind swirled with images of his furious rage directed toward you.

The maid left you in thought when she left the room to retrieve a basin of warm water, placing it at your bedside when she returned. She gently cleaned your tear-stained face, pity evident as she did so. As her hand smoothed your finally tamed hair, she offered a forced smile that gave no reassurance. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fine, my lady."

Though you wanted her to be right, you were certain it would not be fine.

A pair of armoured guards waited for you in the hallway, which only spurred the sense of dread that washed over you. You shouldn't have looked at him, shouldn't have attended the play at all. Your instincts to return to your rooms had been right.

Your legs refused to move, and a guard's hand met the small of your back, guiding you towards the carriage that waited outside, "My lady, the King is waiting." At least he had shown a final kindness for providing transportation, he could have forced you to be marched through the streets of Asgard for all to see.

When the carriage finally stopped, the only thing you could focus on was the movement of your unsteady legs as the guards escorted you to the throne room. Their Heavy footsteps echoed around the vast room as you entered, and your breath hitched as you took in the intimidating appearance of the King.

He was annoyed by your delay, impatience evident on his face as he sat atop the imposing throne. A seat he had not earned, and if anything, had stolen from his father.

You attempted to swallow down the hard lump that had formed in your throat as the guards deposited you at the bottom of the steps that led up to the raised platform. The veil had truly been torn from your eyes, and you saw Loki behind every movement the King made as he shifted in his seat to leer towards you. It was deeply unsettling.

"That is no way to greet your King. Kneel."

His words echoed around the room, and defiance coursed through your veins as you remained on your feet. "Leave us" he hissed to the guards, and they cast a questioning glance at you before taking their leave.

Though they were swift and coordinated with their movements, the clinking sounds of their armour seemed to endlessly trail on as they made their way to the doors.

As the King's gaze hardened, you were unable to form words, let alone move when he rose from the throne and made his way towards you. Though he had been thorough with his transformation, each step had the undeniable sway of Loki, and your throat constricted further the closer he got.

You cast your eyes down as he approached the final step, unable to look him in the eye any longer.

A firm hand met your shoulder. "Insubordination will not be tolerated. You would be wise to recognise your place. Kneel." He began to push you downwards, but your knees refused to bend.

Anger rose within you at his audacity to continue with the charade. It pushed all other feelings aside as you snapped your head up to look at him. "No. I will only kneel for the King. And you are no King, Loki."

The sly grin that spread across his face only confirmed you had been correct in your accusation. That was not an expression that belonged to Odin.

He removed his hand from your shoulder to focus on creating the veil of seidr that began to shroud the room. A silencing charm. Your pulse thundered through your ears, and your eyes widened as you contemplated whether he had cast the charm to conceal your choked final screams.

His eye narrowed as he looked at you, assessing your reaction. You felt judgement for your reaction. "Did you mourn?" He had not intended for his voice to break through his illusion, and your stomach dropped as you heard Loki's voice for the first time in an age.

How were you supposed to answer that question? Of course, you had mourned for him. As had the rest of the Kingdom.

Dissatisfied with your failure to answer his question, he raised his arm with a swift movement, placing it against your head. Before you had time to react, he was already prying your mind open, flinging open the secured box of your most private memories.

It was a new level of invasion he had never subjected you to before, and you desperately tried to fight against his power to no avail.

Wave after wave of impossible sadness washed over you as his intrusive magic flicked through memory after memory. Your reaction to being told he was dead. The unveiling of the statue. How you had lain in bed each night drowning in thoughts of him. And finally, how you had seen through his illusion earlier that afternoon.

As he finally retreated from your mind, you dropped to your knees. It was not an act of submission, your legs were simply unable to support you any longer. You were drained by both his seidr and the memories he had forced you to watch along with him.

You didn't realise you were staring at the floor, desperately panting until his cold hand reached beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back up.

Your waterlogged eyes did not fall upon the expected view of Odin. You instead looked up at Loki's towering form, the expression on his face completely unreadable.

Your heartbeat thundered against the walls of your chest, and the colour drained from your complexion as you began to drown in fear of what he would do next. You attempted to glance at his free hand, expecting a dagger to appear at any moment.

"Look at me." The tone of his voice was eerily cold. You couldn't. You didn't want to look into his eyes as he killed you. Surely he would grant you that final mercy.

His grip shifted to harshly grab your jaw, beckoning you to look back at him. You instead clenched your eyes closed as you waited for a blade to dig into the soft flesh of your neck.

You yelped as he released your jaw, and firm hands pulled you up from where you knelt, holding onto you as you blindly teetered on your feet. As his lips crashed into yours, your breathing halted. You were completely frozen in place, unable to react. What the hell is he doing?

Your eyes tentatively opened as he pulled away from your unresponsive mouth, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotion as he stared down at you. What did he expect?

"You never told me. Of your feelings toward me." He finally broke the silence. After looking into the depths of your mind, uncovering how you had discovered his secret, that was his response.

You were emboldened by the rage that welled within you, interpreting his statement as one last torment.

"If you're going to kill me, can you at least grant me the final mercy of doing it quickly? It is hard enough to stand here after you have pried my mind open. You have once again fooled us all. And I was the only one stupid enough to see through your facade. I will not apologise for your mistakes." Your voice faltered as the words endlessly trailed from your mouth, free of any filter.

He released his grip on you as the unfamiliar feeling of shame rocked his being. He had planned on locking you away in the depths of the dungeons with your mouth silenced, never to see the light of day again as he carried out his duties as King.

His head spun with versions of the right thing to say, and now with his own filter thrown out the window, his question spilt from his lips before he had time to overthink it. "Do you still love me?"

You seized the moment he finally showed vulnerability in his eyes. "No. There is a fine line between love and hate. And you have truly pushed me over the edge. I despise you."

He resisted the urge to flinch, and instead focused on the undeniable lie he felt woven through your words, his astute mind quickly analysing what you could be hiding. "Are you sure about that?"

You scoffed at the audacity of his question. Of course, you were sure. You despised the fact he had led everyone to believe he was dead, claiming the throne for himself. His softened gaze and hopeful half-smile halted your thoughts.

The longer you stood there in silence, the more desperate he looked for you to respond. It was almost as if he was begging you to stop pushing your memories back behind a fortified wall in your mind.

You hated him for it. And you hated him. Right?

Unable to withstand his expression any longer, you steered the conversation away from his continued attempts to belittle you. "What have you done with your father? And what of Thor?"

He looked almost disappointed with your questions, and the vulnerability in his eyes quickly retreated. "Thor is a witless oaf, he is on Midgard." His words dripped with venom. "And the father who left me to rot in chains? He has been dealt with and will continue to spend his final days in the realm he despises the most. A fitting end."

You contemplated his response, relieved to hear they were still alive.

"Do you intend on killing me?" you finally asked, and your heart almost skipped a beat with his short response of "No." Your stiffened frame refused to relax, and your mind refused to accept you were potentially not in imminent danger.

"I wish I could trust you," you replied with a hushed tone. His conflicted expression returned as he took a step closer to you. You should have taken a step away, maintaining the distance between you. But your feet refused to move. "What are you going to do with me?"

With his previous plans discarded, he truly hadn't thought that far ahead. He quickly formulated a response intended to put you at ease. "How about an offer of keeping you locked in my rooms, rather than the dungeons? Until you prove your loyalty to me, and me alone." Your breath hitched at the answer you had not expected.

Your mind swirled with ideas of what exactly he intended to do with you, locked away in his rooms with nobody to assist you. Once again your words flowed from your mouth as you contemplated your fate. "That's rather presumptuous of you. And how am I supposed to do that?"

He moved closer still, and the movement of your heavy breaths almost had your breasts brushing against his chest. Your body betrayed you as a flush crept up your neck. Perhaps you shouldn't have let your final question slip.

"Oh, I have a few ideas, dove." He leant his face back in towards yours, lingering so close you could feel his warm breath with each exhale. Your body betrayed you yet again as you instinctively licked your lips.

He grasped the opportunity to kiss you before you could move away, and your mind screamed with thoughts of what exactly his aim was with such an action. That was until you felt the warm waves of emotion that finally relaxed your tense body. Perhaps he didn't intend on causing you harm at all. You don't typically kiss your prey before you pounce for the kill.

You found yourself closing your eyes as you returned the kiss, forcing yourself to hold back and allow him to take the lead when such uncertainty lingered in the air.

As his arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush to his muscular frame, you were immediately lost to the closeness you had never shared before. He had taken a sledgehammer to your wall of defence, and you were now willingly pouring suppressed emotion into each movement of your lips against his as the kiss intensified.

When he finally pulled away from you to inhale a ragged breath, you shifted your head back to attempt to read the expression on his face. Your breath hitched when you saw the glaze of desire in his eyes. A desire you had not seen before. Think this through. What if it's yet another action he regrets once the moment has passed?

Driven by the thought that ran through your mind, you reached down to harshly grab his manhood. You were surprised by your ability to do such a thing, and even more taken aback by the warning that followed; "If you cross me, I will direct my rage to what you treasure above all else." Your grip around him tightened, and his arousal twitched in response.

"My, there's that bold nature I remember. Where's she been hiding?" His sultry velvet tone washed over you, and a sly grin pulled at the corners of your lips. "I've been behaving myself. Perhaps I should have found such boldness earlier when you were still debating locking me in a cell." You released your grip on his straining member as you responded, and his lips now formed a mischievous grin that mirrored your own.

"Well, then I encourage you to misbehave more often." Arousal pooled in your core at his words, and he shifted his arms to grab your wrist. He turned away from you as he guided you up the steps that led towards the throne.

As you both settled on the final platform, he paused, pulling on your arm to turn your body. His chest now pressed against your back as you both looked onwards at the empty throne room. A shiver ran up your spine as he gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, and leaned in close to your ear. Arousal crackled in the thin veil of air between his lips and your flesh.

"Look at it. This could be yours. Endless possibilities within reaching distance. If you submit and pledge your allegiance to me." You leant back into his broad frame as you contemplated his offer.

He placed a kiss against the soft skin of your neck. "Think of the King I could become with such a fine woman by my side." His arms found your waist again, but they soon drifted over your body, enveloping you in his embrace.

"You can't tell me this isn't what you want. I am willing to admit I was a fool for distancing myself from you so long ago. Perhaps I would have found my ascent to the throne far sooner if I had kept you close." Your eyes closed as he placed his lips against your neck again, continuing to kiss his way across your exposed flesh.

"I would ask if this is another of your tricks, but it would be foolish to ask the trickster himself." A deep chuckle vibrated against your back, "This is no trick, I assure you."

"And if I accept your offer, I will be shown to your rooms and not thrust into the arms of the guards who are waiting outside?" He released his embrace to turn you around to face him, holding his hands in place on the curve of your waist as he studied you with awe. He sealed your fate with his reply, "Correct."

His arousal pressed against you as you shifted closer to him. "Good. We have much to discuss. Prince Loki died with honour, and it's only right we plot his return with the same sentiment in mind." He lapped up your words that now flowed free of any restraint.

"We? Norns, you amaze me. I like this side of you. Alluring, cunning, lethal." You smirked at him, "What can I say, you bring it out of me." You placed a kiss against his lips, and as you pulled away, his head continued to drift forwards to find you again. "Sit."

He raised a brow at your command. "Sit?" he repeated. "Yes, on your throne." His eyes darkened as he acknowledged your intent to continue this game a little longer, and willingly obliged as he took a step back.

You swallowed as he settled into the throne with legs astride, waiting for you. His demeanour exuded confidence, and his eyes glistened with dangerous arousal. You could not deny he looked perfectly at home sitting atop the throne of Asgard. Perhaps this was truly where he was destined to be, regardless of how he obtained it.

He looked on with curiosity as you dropped to your knees. Resisting the urge to leer over you, he kept his back leant against the throne. You raised your hands to rest atop his thighs as you looked up at him. "I submit to you, my King."

A low growl left his throat as you traced your hands up the tight buttery leather of his trousers, exploring the muscular contours that lay beneath. You shifted further and further towards your target, and your hands found the laces that contained his straining manhood. Before you pulled at the strings, you paused to look back up at him. "Allow me to demonstrate my loyalty."

His breath hitched with anticipation at your words, and unwilling to waste another moment, his trousers disappeared with a shimmer of green seidr. Your palms now pressed against his reddened cock that twitched beneath you, begging to be relieved.

You reached around his girth, and his exhale shuddered as you began to run your hand up and down his intimidating length. He was much larger than you had anticipated, and as you guided him into your mouth, your jaw ached in response to the unfamiliar fullness. Loki did not take his eyes off you for a second.

The ache quickly melted away as animalistic desire took hold of you under his gaze, and you continued to work further down his shaft with enthusiasm. Breathy moans escaped his mouth as you pleasured him, spurring you to push further. He quickly met the back of your throat as he bucked his hips against you.

His hand flew to your hair, grasping at your tresses to anchor you against him, and a choked "Fuck" left his mouth as you hummed around him. You were a mess of saliva and tears as you continued to please him, lapping up the sounds of approval he offered.

As his grip tightened on your hair, you felt his body tense beneath you, and his cock twitched within your mouth. "If you don't stop I'm going to-" You cut his words short as you suctioned around him, increasing your pace as you slid your mouth back down his length.

He growled "I told you to stop" as he pulled on your hair, the sharp twinge forcing you to halt your movements, and he dragged your head away from him to hungrily drink in your appearance. His free hand shifted to thumb away the moisture on your face. Taking his time, he hummed with approval following each swipe.

"You would be wise to listen to my instruction. When I say stop, you stop. I'm not finished with you yet." He pressed his thumb against your mouth, silencing the response he could see brewing in your mind. You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before you sucked it clean. He immediately dragged his hand away.

Your eyes widened as he left his seat to stand, dragging you up with him. Before you could comprehend what he was doing, you were spun around and thrust towards the now unoccupied throne with a swift, harsh movement. Teetering forwards, your arms automatically reached out to catch yourself, and your hands splayed against the gilded armrests.

Your clothing dissolved from your body as the cool sensation of his magic washed over your skin, and your flesh prickled with goosebumps in response. He didn't give you a moment to revel in the sensation as he harshly slapped the skin of your now exposed arse cheek, and the sound echoed around the empty room.

"Move. Kneel on the throne. I want to get a good look at you when I take you." You had only just swallowed your yelp of surprise when he issued his command. Your body moved without needing to be asked twice, and your knees quickly felt the warmth of the place he had occupied only moments ago.

You gripped onto the low back of the throne with whitened knuckles as you awaited his next move. He didn't leave you waiting long, his hands quickly met your inner thighs, prying them open, and you willingly sunk down further as you spread your legs for him.

He hummed again with approval as his hand met your core, gliding across your slickened folds. You shuddered in response to the much-needed friction, and ground your hips back against him, begging for more. "So wet for me already. But I didn't tell you to move." Your hips ceased their movements immediately, and he dragged his hand away from you.

"I'm sorry. Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you again. His hands dug into your hips as he anchored you in place, and he watched as he guided the tip of his cock into your wanting core. He held himself there, and you wanted to scream out at that moment. It was deeply arousing yet not enough to satisfy you. You needed all of him.

"Such a good little whore, aren't you?" You would normally object to such a word, but for Loki, you were willing to be anything for him and the future he had offered. You would be his cold, calculating confidant as he planned his return. And you would most certainly be his obliging whore if that is what he asked of you. You had truly surrendered, accepting him as your King.

"Answer me," he commanded, his patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to plunge into you. "Yes. I'm your good little whore." He snapped his hips against you with ferocity, and you threw your head back in response to the heady fullness of his cock inside you. He dragged himself from your tight walls before slamming into you again, working his length further into you with each movement.

You desperately wanted to squirm against him, but his tight grip kept you from moving your hips back against him. "Fuck, Loki," you moaned. The world stilled around you as he buried his remaining inches within you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he poured emotion into each movement of his hips, and he finally dragged his gaze from you as his head fell back, completely lost to the pleasure that engulfed you both.

As your walls tensed around him with each rippling wave of pleasure that dragged you closer to the edge of release, he plunged back into your depths, quickening his pace as he too chased the same high. Your arms shook with each movement that now rocked you forwards, and your body tensed as your orgasm began to ravage you.

This only spurred his movements within you, and with a final scream of "Loki" that echoed around the empty chamber, you tipped over the edge of release entirely. His movements began to falter as you clenched around him, impossibly tight, and with a final snap of his hips, he filled you completely with his spend. Your arousal continued to twitch around him as your walls gripped onto him for dear life, and he dragged out your high by grinding his hips against you.

You had become truly undone for him, and a level of satisfaction you'd never experienced washed over you as he grasped your hair, forcing you to release your grip on the throne. He pulled your upright body against his heaving chest as you both attempted to catch your breath.

You whimpered as he pulled his cock from your spent core, and he placed a kiss against your neck as he breathed in your intoxicating scent.

His supporting arms dragged you back from where you knelt on the throne, and your feet grazed the floor as he shifted your bodies. He settled back into the throne, perching you on his knee, and his arm wrapped around your frame to draw you into his chest.

You found comfort in his warmth and purred against him, still heady from the impossible high you had reached.

"Well, do you?" You hummed as you pondered the meaning behind his question, confused as to what he was asking. "Still love me." Your heart skipped a beat. Surely a raw moment of passion was not enough for you to admit such a thing. "I'm getting there," you responded.

His lips pulled up into a knowing grin as he sensed the true answer that screamed within your mind. It was undeniable. Yes.

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britishserpent · 2 years

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😂 Yep. Too true.

*staring at a gifset as the gifs play over and over* wow im so glad im normal about the media i enjoy

#too relatable

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britishserpent · 2 years

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Literally lived my best fanfiction life at 4am this morning.

Unable to sleep, I gave in to restlessness and padded into the kitchen to make a cup of peppermint tea, before curling up on the couch with it.

But what I wanna know is where the hell was my tall handsome man who glanced up from the book he was reading to ask me why I was awake.

Sigh.

I had to settle for rewatching The Night Manager 😏

#fanfiction #loki fandom #why tho #tom hiddelson

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