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Safe (Part 2)

Relationship: Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky

Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: Here is part 2! Ty to @green-mischief-managed for beta-ing this piece! Y'all should get at them to beta your stories!

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of spanking, use of paddles, cock rings, vibrators, anal sex, penetrative, vaginal sex, cream pies, threesome, polyamory, voyeurism

Part 1 Masterlist

PART 2

7:53 pm.

The green-eyed god splashed water on his face. He dried it with a fluffy towel, then gripped the sides of the glass bowl sink. Loki was nervous, which was ridiculous considering his millennia of sexual escapades. From threesomes to orgies, chains and whips, voyeurism, and some very questionable humanoid forms, he had done it all. Thor used to jokingly call him a whore — which was laughable considering the hero’s own indulgences — but it was the truth. Loki loved sex. Craved it. He was comfortable with things that would send most people running for the hills. Yet when it came to you, he felt like a virgin.

7:55 pm

Loki left his room. The emptiness of his floor had nothing to do with the other Avengers being out of the tower. No one trusted him, so no one wanted him to have a room on the common floor. This meant Loki was locked away on the smallest one, which used to be used as storage. He never minded being alone, but lately, he found the solitude to be lonely.

You would visit him at times. Your company served as his break from the madness that was his mind. Thanos, New York, New Mexico… he never quite forgot it. The memories were there in his head. Most days he could ignore it. Others, it was harder to do so, but nothing bothered him like waking up to a deserted floor and realizing that he had no one.

7:57 pm

The elevator ride down to the floor you and Bucky shared was short – ten seconds, to be exact. Loki had counted on one of his previous trips to the floor. Both you and Bucky had invited him down to watch movies or for dinner on several occasions. At first he declined all invitations. He wanted to be left alone. The guilt from his crimes was eating him alive, and he used his forced confinement as a punishment. He deserved it.

7:58 pm

After a while, he gave in. He accepted the first invite on a dreary Friday evening to watch a horror flick and eat sushi. Despite the lack of imagination that went into the movie, Loki found he actually enjoyed himself. It was nice to be in the company of people who did not fear him or look at him like he would gut them at any given moment. You even permitted him to use your floor as he pleased, which is how he was able to hear the two of you fornicating the night before.

7:59 pm

He did find it strange at first that you and Bucky had a separate floor. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff were in a relationship, yet they shared a room on the common floor with everyone else. You and Bucky even had separate rooms. After this morning, he understood why.

8:00 pm

His hand reached out to knock on your door. It slid open of its own volition. “Mr. Laufeyson is here.”

Loki jumped. He was still not used to the A.I. The voice bothered him and sounded like another way to keep tabs on him, so he asked Stark to disable it. Of course, that request met with a loud chuckle. It was not until he voiced these concerns to you that the matter was handled. Per the rules of his stay, the A.I. was not disabled, but you made it so J.A.R.V.I.S only spoke to him when he called out, or something was amiss in the tower.

“Thank you, Jarvs.” He heard your voice before he saw you. You stepped out in a silk robe, tied carelessly at the side and stopping mid-thigh. “Loki! You’re here!” There was a paddle in your left hand that got his attention. “Oh,” you tossed it aside, “that was for Bucky. He got a little too excited while we were playing.”

You walked into the room. After a moment of contemplation, Loki followed. The door shut behind him with a soft hiss, and he let his eyes wander around the room. He noted that it was bigger than his. Stark gave him a simple room consisting of a bed, dresser, and an adjoined bathroom. This was at least twice as big. A mix of modernity and class decorated the room, dark walls contrasting nicely with the lighter furniture. Besides the king-sized bed in the centre, there was a hassock at the end, and an armchair near the double doors of what he assumed was the bathroom.

A naked Bucky was kneeling in front of the armchair. His hands were behind his back, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to control himself. There was a long, vibrating phallus protruding from between his butt cheeks. Loki noted the red marks scattered across the soldier’s ass and shuddered.

“Oh, don’t worry about Bucky. I can’t actually hurt him. He just loves being spanked.” You stepped in front of Loki and placed your hands on his chest. They moved up over the woven material of his sweater and into his hair, fingernails scraping his freshly washed scalp. Loki mewled and dipped his head to allow you more access. “Do you like being spanked?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

You grinned. “I bet you do.” Your hands moved to cup his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. “And do you like it more in front, or from the back?”

His eyes strayed to Bucky again. “B-both,” he stammered. “I like both.” Your hands left him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but one stern look from you shut him up.

The paddle you had discarded lay on the carpet. You picked it up and sauntered over to Bucky. With a gentle hand, you let the rectangular end of the paddle touch his ass. Bucky jumped out of his skin.

“Shh.” You sat on the armchair in front of him. His head lifted to look at you, and through the sweat and harsh breathing, Loki saw nothing but adoration in the soldier’s blue eyes. “Look who came to play with us, baby.” You turned his head towards Loki. “Say hi.”

“Hi,” mumbled Bucky. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes casting long shadows on his sculpted cheeks. Loki nodded in response to the greeting. The way you stroked Bucky’s hair had a feeling of envy washing over him. He wanted to be the one at your feet. He wanted to be the one receiving your attention.

“We’re gonna give you a little rest now, okay?” The soldier nodded as you reached down to grasp the phallus within him. You carefully rotated it out of his asshole and turned it off. Bucky pitched forward in relief. His head found your lap, allowing you to stroke his hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He watched you card your fingers through the soldier’s hair until his body stopped shaking. Even after he stopped, you continued your motions, going as far as to place soft kisses on the side of his stubbled face. Loki’s fist clenched.

“Can you sit, baby?” The soldier nodded. “Good. Sit on the pillow for me, go on. I’m gonna play with Loki for a bit.” There was a square pillow on the floor near the bed. Bucky sat on it and leaned his head back against the mattress. As he did so, Loki noticed the most peculiar thing. Though his body was relaxed, the super-soldier’s cock was at attention. The thick, veiny member reached for the ceiling, and around the base was a circular object.

The circle was a polished blue, taking on a marbled appearance. Lines of silver swirled through the ocean tones. Loki turned his head to the side. He analyzed how Bucky’s penis was swollen, almost visibly throbbing, and concluded it served as some sort of construction.

“It’s a cock ring,” you informed him. “Have you ever used one before?”

“I have not.” Your eyes blew wide.

“Really?” You stood up and walked over to him. “You? You’re a thousand years old and have never used a cock ring?” Loki shook his head. “Would you like to?” Before he could answer, you reached into the pocket of your robe and pulled out a velvet bag.

“What’s this?” he asked. You handed it to him.

“It’s for you.” Loki turned over the bag to empty the contents into his hand. A ring similar to Bucky’s fell into his open palm. His green eyes roamed over the jade stone and swirling gold lines. “Do you like it?”

Loki looked down at you. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’ll look even prettier around your hard cock.” The shift in your voice resulted in a sharp intake of breath from the god. Your eyes were dark with lust, tone stern, and he knew it was time to listen to you. “Do you want me to put it around your pretty cock, sweet boy?”

Loki almost moaned. The nickname set off a visceral response that had his pants feeling a size too small. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You reached down to palm him through his pants. “What do you want me to do?”

“I-Fuck! I want you to put it around my pretty cock.”

“Well, I can’t put it around your cock if I can’t see it.” You walked backward to the chair and took a seat. Crossing your legs, you gave him a smirk. “Undress.”

Loki started with his sweater first. He pulled the black top over his head to reveal his bare chest. Next, his hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. The sweatpants he had chosen for the night pooled around his bare feet with one hard tug. He had forgone underwear, leaving his nude body to the desire-fill stares of you and Bucky.

“On your knees,” you ordered. “Crawl to me.” He did as he was told. Your eyes tracked his movements until he was in front of you. When he came to a stop, you leaned forward to grip his chin. “Good boy.” You motioned to his erect cock. “Looks like someone is excited. Are you excited?”

Loki moaned as you seized his cock. Your warm hand felt like a heater on his member. “Yes, I’m excited.” You held out your palm.

“Give me the cock ring.” He gave it to you. “Open your mouth.” Loki obliged, and you slid the cold device past his lips. “I need you to get that nice and warm for me before I put it on you.”

While Loki sucked on the ring, you reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a little blue bottle with a white cap. You flicked open the top and hovered the tip over his cock. He hissed when the cold jelly fell onto his skin. “Y/N!” The shout was muffled by the device in his mouth.

“It’s just a little lube, sweet boy.” You used your fingers to spread the clear substance over his throbbing member. Every swipe of your digits made him thrust his hips towards you. “Give it to me.” He opened his mouth and you took it, then grabbed his cock with the other. You positioned the toy at his head, and a whimper slid past his lips. “Relax, sweet boy. What’s your safe word?”

That was a difficult question to answer. He had used and given so many over his lifespan that it was hard to zero in on just one. “I have many.”

“Choose a new one,” you told him. “One that’s just for you and me. It can be anything.”

His cheeks reddened. Your use of ‘you and me’ had only one word coming to mind. “Pancakes.” A snort sounded from behind him.

“Bucky.” Your voice was a reprimand. “Do you want more lashes on that red bottom? With the belt this time?” The soldier quieted down. “Ignore him,” you told Loki. “I think it’s a lovely safe word. Now take a deep breath for me, and don’t be afraid to use it.”

Loki breathed in as you began sliding the ring onto his shaft. It gave a little trouble around the head, but managed to go on smoothly once you were past it. You lifted a brow by way of asking him how it was, and he answered, “A little snug.”

“It’s supposed to be like that. Is it painful?” You were rubbing the head of his cock with your thumb. Even if he were in pain, Loki doubted he would admit it. “Loki, I need you to be honest with me. Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Good.” You released him and leaned back. The edge of your robe was already short. Now that you sat down, it rode up about two inches higher than it was before. Loki eyed the bare skin with a hunger. As though you read his mind, you spread your legs to give him a glimpse of your soaking lips.

“Bucky was eating me out while we were waiting on you.” Loki felt your hands in his hair. Your fingers gripped the locks and pulled him close, so close that he was sure you could feel his breath on your hot cunt. “He got a little too excited and I had to punish him, so we didn’t get to finish. Would you like to finish me off, sweet boy?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

“Go on then.” You guided his head to the apex of your thighs, and he got to work. Loki was good at using his tongue. Whether it be lying or licking, his talent was unrivaled, and he wanted to show you just how good he was. Within seconds he had your moans filling the air.

Though Loki was the one giving you pleasure, he knew well that you were in control. Your hands stayed in his hair to hold him to your cunt, and he kept his behind his back. Even though he wanted to grab your thighs and throw your legs over his shoulder, he refrained. He wanted to be your good boy, not like Bucky, who had to be disciplined for bad behaviour.

“You’re so good, sweet boy,” he heard you breathe out. He glanced up at you to find your head rocked back against the chair. Your eyes were screwed shut, mouth open in silent gasps. His teeth grazed against your clit and your hips thrust into his face. “Oh!”

He heard panting from behind him. The sight of his face buried between your legs was getting Bucky worked up again. You heard it, too, since you opened your eyes and gave Loki a knowing grin. “I think Bucky’s getting lonely. Better hurry up, sweet boy.”

Loki did not need to be told twice. He increased his speed, licking and nibbling your clit in a cyclic pattern. Had he been allowed the use of his hands, he would already have you undone. Instead, he alternated between tongue-fucking your walls and circling your clit until he felt your grip tighten. Your legs came up and over his shoulders, heels digging into the muscles of his back. He felt your body contract for just a moment, and then you came into his mouth with a loud sigh.

He lapped up all of the juices as best as he could while you recovered. His lips pressed kisses to your thighs—soft, tender, because he wanted to be your favourite. You tapped his head by way of bringing his attention to you. When he looked up, you leaned down to give him a kiss. Loki swore his corrupted soul travelled to Valhalla and back in that very moment. He pouted when the kiss was over.

“Don’t pout,” you chided. You reached down to grab the ring around his cock. A hiss left his lips when you twisted it. “Just making sure it’s not too tight. It looks so good on you. Don’t you think it looks good on you?”

“Yes,” Loki whimpered, and laid his head on your knee. The movements were sending vibrations up his shaft and radiating to the base of his spine. His pleasure was increased further by the lube, which had long begun to tingle on his skin.

“Bucky chose it,” you told him. “He said the green matched your eyes. Do you want to thank Bucky for choosing such a nice toy for you?” He looked up at you with lidded eyes. “Yes you do, because you’re a good boy. Come over here, Buck.” Loki heard shifting, and then the blue-eyed soldier was right next to him. A gentle hand lifted his head. Your other hand rested behind Bucky’s head, pushing them together until their noses bumped.

Loki felt the soldier’s lips descend on his. He had kissed men before. Some were gentle, more were rough, and a few just let him take the lead. Bucky was more of the dominant type. His hot tongue slipped into Loki’s mouth and began exploring the orifice. Loki moaned low. He gasped when he felt a nip on his bottom lip. Bucky was grinning when you pulled them apart.

“Was he good, Buck?” you asked.

“So good,” Bucky replied. His eyes went to you, taking on an uncharacteristic shyness. “C-can I fuck him? His ass looked so good when he was eating you out.”

“That’s up to Loki.” Bucky’s forehead creased. “I’m serious. It’s his first time with us, and he’s behaved so well. You can fuck him if he says it’s okay.” Your eyes met Loki’s. “Do you want Bucky to fuck you, sweet boy? Hmm?” Your fingers stroked his hair. It was as though you could not get enough of the locks, or maybe you had figured out it calmed him.

Either way, Loki loved it. The feel of your nails against his scalp reduced him to the most docile little sub. He placed his head back on your knee and said, “I want whatever you want.” Your answer pleased him.

“Oh, you are a good boy, aren’t you.” His silence was rewarded with a kiss. “Buck, grab the lube. Loki, go lay on the bed on your side.” He did as he was told, choosing to face the wall rather than the window. Your naked body appeared in front of him moments later. “Hi, sweet boy.”

“Hello,” he mumbled back. The bed behind him dipped under Bucky’s weight. Loki tensed, and you shot him a worried glance. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted.

“Do you want to stop?” Your voice was back to normal, hand stroking his cheek in fluid movements. “You can use your safe word if you want. There’s no shame in it.”

“I’m fine,” he promised. You cared about him so much it almost brought a tear to his eye.

“Okay,” you whispered. You kissed his forehead, then directed your attention to Bucky. “Be gentle with him, baby. Take your time.”

“I will.” Bucky’s metal hand touched his hip. Cool fingers danced along his spine until they reached his asscrack. He heard a squirting noise — the lube — before feeling fingers at his entrance. A metal digit pressed down on his rosebud to relax the muscle, then slipped in. “You’re tight.” Bucky sounded surprised. “Not at all what I expected from a sex-drunk god.”

Loki moaned when Bucky curled his finger. The slippery metal created a sensation he had never felt before. Another finger began to push in, and Loki’s head fell forward onto your shoulder with a groan.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. The only answer was a guttural moan. “Yeah, he’s ready.” Loki could hear the smile in the man’s voice.

A kiss was pressed to the back of his head, another to his forehead. Your hands travelled down his back to cup his cheeks. He felt you gingerly pull his ass cheeks apart. “Relax, sweet boy.” Bucky’s hot tip poked his entrance. The head pushed past the ring of muscle, and Loki whimpered at the stretch. “You’re doing so well.” Bucky bottomed out, and your hands were in his hair again. You held him to your shoulder while Bucky began to move.

Loki hissed at the first thrust. It was so deep, and Bucky’s girth filled him to the brink. The soldier’s hands went to his hips as his pace picked up. Soon, all Loki could hear was moans. All he could feel was Bucky’s balls slamming into his skin and the immense pleasure the stimulation of his g-spot was bringing him.

“How is he, baby?” you asked

“So fucking good, doll,” Bucky breathed out. The man sounded like he was miles away. “Feels so good.” You chuckled.

“And how are you, sweet boy? Does it feel nice?” He whined when your hand gripped his cock. “Do you like Bucky fucking you?” Loki could not respond. Barnes had set a punishing pace that had his mind in pieces. All he could manage was an incoherent noise. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Your grip on him tightened, and he felt wetness on the tip of his cock. A glance down found you teasing yourself with his head. The swollen member pulsed in your hand with every swipe against your folds. Behind him, Bucky was nearing his end. Loki recognized the shift from controlled to sloppy thrusts and knew the man would not last much longer. He was not at all shocked when, a few seconds later, he felt the hot spurt of Bucky’s seed in his ass.

Bucky groaned low as he came. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the entire room with the sinful noise. His hips thrust wildly until they came to a complete stop. He braced a hand on Loki’s hip as he pulled out, making Loki groan at the loss.

“My turn.” A gentle shove had Loki turning onto his back. You straddled him, grip firm on his cock, and slid down in one smooth motion. Out of habit, Loki’s hands went to your hips. A sharp look from you had them falling away. “Good boy,” you petted his head. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

“Okay.” Your hips moved slowly, grinding instead of bouncing. Loki appreciated the gentle movements. He once had a young giantess bounce on him so hard she cracked his hipbone. Loki had not been able to walk for a week. The careful, teasing pace you set was just right. There was no rush or competition; just you on top of him, riding him into oblivion.

Your hand turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. He felt his carotid beating, and you must have seen it through his skin, since the next thing he felt was your tongue over the pulsation. You sucked the skin hard, no doubt leaving a mark for everyone to see. Loki just bit his lip. He was yours now, and it was clear you wanted everyone to know it.

“Hold my hips.” Greedy hands flew to your sides. Loki gripped you with a bruising force. Your pace picked up, hips moving wildly over him. His cock was massaged from all sides. Your tight walls gripped him with a squeezing hold. “Fuck!” You fell forward, hands catching you just above his shoulders. The position caused your breasts to hover over his face, and he looked at them in need.

“Y/N?” Loki whined. His eyes were fixated on your nipples. “Can I…?”

“Yes, sweet boy. Suck my tits.” Your voice was a pant. Loki latched onto a nipple and began swirling it around in his mouth. Sharp fingernails gripped his shoulder to the point of breaking the skin. He ignored the bite of pain that radiated down his arm.

You looked so good above him. Sweat slid down between the valley of your breasts and dripped onto his forehead . The clench of your walls and massage of your cervix was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to begin thrusting up into you. Loki knew he could flip you on your back and have you crying his name in mere seconds if he wanted. The thing was, you were in control. You were taking care of him, which meant he had to lie there and let you fuck him.

Truth be told, he did not mind it. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Loki was lost in the pleasure. The orgasm that had been building with Bucky reared its head again, and before long he felt the telltale signs of his impending end.

“Y/N,” he warned. “I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” you told him. “Cum inside of me. It’s okay.” One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit. Loki watched the action with hooded eyes. His spine was tingling, abdomen rigid. The closer you got to your end, the closer he got to his. He focused all his attention on you — your face, your breathing, the way your breast bounced. On a whim, Loki bit down on your nipple. Your head flew back with a cry. He felt your walls clench around him, and then he was cumming.

It felt like the longest orgasm ever. His hips lifted off the bed. Instead of the usual spurts, his seed left him in one long stream. He clenched his fist as he waited for the euphoria to pass. Forever and a day went by before he felt his muscles relax, and his hips returned to the bed.

You were already lying on his chest. Your body was slumped, chest heaving, yet you found the strength to lift your hips off of him. A mixture of both your juices came out with his cock. You reached down to touch the ring. Loki hissed and moved away.

“Stay still.” You flattened a hand on his lower abdomen. “I need to take that off you before it starts to hurt.” Loki tried his best to stay still. The ring made his cock extra sensitive, so every movement felt like a shock. Tears sprang to his eyes when you finally removed it. The blood rushed in, and his entire lower body began to prickle.

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, Lokes. I know.” You laid on your side next to him, hand pushing back his sweaty hair. “You’re gonna be sensitive for a while. Just relax for me, okay? I won’t touch it again.” Loki closed his eyes. He heard water running in the background and deduced Barnes was taking a shower. The man’s absence had gone completely unnoticed until now.

“Bucky knew it was time to leave us alone. He offered to stay in his room tonight so you and I could have a chance to talk.” Your leg was over his waist, careful to avoid his still throbbing member. The fingers of your right hand caressed his cheek as you spoke. “Tell me how you feel?”

“I feel…” Loki trailed off. Good felt like the obvious answer. Most people felt good after sex or an orgasm. Great just felt like he was trying too hard. He thought about the way his mind felt. There was a tranquility that had not been there before. The way you and Bucky took care of him, welcomed him into your relationship, stirred up an emotion that eluded him for years. “Safe,” he finished. “I feel safe.”

You kissed his cheek. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you felt safe enough to join us, and that you trusted me enough to let me take the lead. That trust will be important if you decide to go forward with this.”

Loki furrowed just brow. “‘This?’”

“Our relationship, silly. The three of us.” Loki looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Have you never heard of polyamory?”

“No, I have,” Loki replied. “It’s just… you want me? For more than a night?”

Your answer was simple. “Yes.”

“Why?” The question came out as a sob. “No one here likes me. Why do you and Sergeant Barnes care for me so?”

“Because Bucky sees himself in you,” you told him. “And I have a thing for redemption. You’re not a bad man, Loki; you just fell in a bad way. Let Bucky and I help you love yourself again. Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” You kissed him again, letting him take the lead this time. The supple skin of your lips parted to let his tongue into your mouth. French-kissing was normally a turn-off for Loki. He hated the feel of a slimy appendage in his mouth, or sliding his tongue into someone else’s. However, with you and Bucky, he found he did not mind it.

“I’m guessing he said yes?” Loki started in the direction of the voice. Barnes was standing at the foot of the bed, a towel slung low on his hips. His impressive chest was still glistening with moisture from his shower.

“He did.” Bucky grinned. He leaned down to kiss Loki’s cheek, then your lips, and said, “Don’t worry about his stuff, doll. I’ll move it down tonight.” Loki looked between the two of you.

“My stuff? What about my stuff?”

“Oh, you’re moving down here with us, Lokes.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I never should have let Tony stick you up in the stupid storage room. There’s an extra room down here. No more solitude for you. When you’re ready, you can decorate it how you like.”

This time, Loki did cry. Hot tears fell from his eyes in rivers. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself fall apart. “Thank you,” he sobbed. “This means so much to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, sweet boy. We want to do this for you.” Loki pulled his head out of your neck to look at you again. Barnes was gone, and it was just the two of you. “Do you want to take a bath with me? I can go run one for us.”

Loki nodded. “Yes, please. I like the temperature cool.”

“Of course, Lokes.” You kissed his cheek. “You’ll stay with me tonight, okay? I need to make sure you’re alright.” You patted his cheek. He watched you walk into the bathroom and leave the door open. The water started, hard at first against the tub and then quieter as it began to fill. By the time you came out to get him, Loki was fast asleep.

ooOOoo

Contrary to his belief, things were not awkward the next morning. You wanted to sleep in, so Bucky collected Loki and brought him down to the breakfast area. He made good on his promise to teach him to make pancakes, although he ended up doing much of it himself. All Loki really did was stir the batter. The men kept up a high level of conversation as they sat at the table. Loki was facing the door, Bucky at his side, so he was able to spot you as soon as you walked in.

“Morning, guys.” You were in a fluffy robe like the day before, long and secured at the side. Bucky smiled at you as you entered.

“Mornin’, doll. Sleep well?”

“So well.” You stretched your arms wide over your head, then gave Bucky a peck on the cheek. Though he tried not to let it affect him, Loki felt a little envy stir in his chest. It only lasted for a few seconds. As soon as you turned your smile on him, he melted. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Hey.” You took a seat on his lap and kissed him. His head spun with the action. Your hands moved up into his hair, and just when he was about to ask if he could take you on the table, someone walked in.

“Hey, Buck— Oh!” Loki pulled back to see a red-faced Captain Rogers standing in the doorway. Stark was next to him, as was Natasha, both their eyes wide as they took in your position on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” the billionaire began. “Did I fucking miss something?”

You placed your feet in Bucky’s lap. His hands immediately began to massage one. “Loki’s with us now. We moved his stuff onto our floor last night, and I wanted to take him out today to get some paint for his room. He can do that, right Steve? He hasn’t left the tower in so long, and he’s been so well behaved.”

Steve shot a look at Tony. He stared back, and gave a helpless shrug. “I suppose so,” Rogers mumbled. “Bucky would have to go with you, of course, in case anything happens.”

Bucky made a noise of impatience. “He’s not gonna try anything, punk. Come eat. Loki made pancakes.”

Natasha eyed them. “They do look better than yesterday’s.” Her eyes went to Bucky. “You supervised him?”

“Yes, Natalia,” Bucky sighed. “You’re very judgmental for someone who can’t cook themselves, you know. Lighten up. Look,” he pointed to Steve, who had already dug in. “Your boyfriend’s already eating.”

“They’re good, babe,” Steve nodded. “Really good. Great job, Loki.”

“Thank you,” he replied. The three other Avengers took seats at the table, hungry hands reaching for the golden fluffs. Loki eyed you with wonder in his eyes. “They’re being civil,” he whispered. “To me.”

“I told you we’d take care of you.” Like yesterday, Bucky placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He then handed over the syrup with a knowing grin . “Eat up,” you coaxed. “We have a long day of shopping ahead of us.”

Loki picked up the fork. Everyone was eating now, conversation flowing like a river. Captain Rogers brought up the topic of an upcoming mission and all at the table were engrossed. Ideas were being thrown around left and right – how best to handle the situation, which Avengers should go, who was still beat up from the last time. To Loki, the answer was obvious.

“It should be me.” The table went silent.

Stark lifted his chocolate brown gaze to the man. “What?”

“I..” Loki shrank back. He had gotten ahead of himself. Just because the team had sat with him for breakfast once did not mean they had accepted him. His mouth opened to retract his statement, and he caught sight of Bucky. The soldier was giving him an encouraging smile. You, on his lap, were stroking the nape of his neck in a coaxing manner.

“It should be me.” His back straightened. “Sergeant Barnes is obviously tired from the last one, so are you and Sam Wilson. The archer is back with his family, and Dr. Banner refuses to leave his lab. So, unless you’re planning to send Agent Romanoff alone or contact my brother, I think it's high time you let me on missions.”

No one had an immediate rebuttal. The three Avengers stared at Loki with mixed expressions. Only you and Bucky did not react in an offended manner.

“Or let me stay here,” Loki tacked on, “and risk your collective tiredness tanking the mission.”

Steve was the one to speak first. The blue-eyed man measured him with a long stare, then asked, “How’s your training going?”

“Would be better if you would all stop trying to kill me,” Loki quipped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Romanoff smirk.

“What about protocols?” Rogers fired off. “How to contact H.Q.? What to do if one of us gets seriously injured? How to contact the team if we get lost?”

“I’ve read the manual cover to cover. I am quite sure I can recite it word for word if need be.” Rogers looked impressed. Even Stark raised his eyebrows at the boast.

“Alright then,” the captain said. “It’s settled.”

You lifted your head off of Loki’s shoulder. “You’re letting him join you? Seriously?”

“Oh no. This was his idea.” Steve leaned back in his chair. A dab of syrup was on his mouth and his tongue flicked out to get it. “I hope you’re ready, Laufeyson. Next mission, you’re taking point."

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Safe (Part 1)

Relationship: Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky

Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)

A/N: Hope y'all like this as much as I do! Feel free to ask to be added to the taglist for part 2!

ALSO: Please help me settle a decision about a new fic here

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, voyeurism

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PART 1:

“So… What is it?”

Loki frowned. He stared down at the piping hot pan and flicked his eyes back up to the billionaire. “What do you mean?” He gestured to the stove. “They’re pancakes!” Stark’s jaw dropped.

“P-pancakes?” He threw his head back. “Romanoff, come look! Reindeer Games thinks he made pancakes.” The redhead did not turn her head.

She was sitting on a high stool near the breakfast bar with a cup of coffee. Her eyes were closed, cup to her lips, but she still managed to throw in a jab. “He’s a prince, or at least he was. You expect him to be able to know how to cook?”

“Probably had servants to do everything for him, right?” quipped Clint, walking into the kitchen. He glared at Loki as he passed by him to grab a plate from the high cupboards. Of all the Avengers, the archer hated Loki the most. The mind control Loki had put him under had been an agonizing ordeal. Though Loki had tried to explain that the mind stone in his scepter had been fueling his rage, and that the fear of Thanos and his order were driving most of his actions, it all seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Even Steve Rogers, America’s golden boy, could not stand to be around him. He, like Bruce Banner, never joined in the taunting but they never attempted to stop it either. Rogers was cold and hard during training and though he may not admit it, Loki knew he was the reason he had not yet been invited on a mission. The blond man was the de facto leader of the team. If he said he did not want Loki leaving the compound, then Loki was not leaving the compound.

The only people who were nice to Loki were the Wanda Maximoff girl, Sergeant Barnes, and you. Wanda was kind enough, but her powers were new and immature. She spent a lot of time in a facility learning to control them, so she was hardly around Loki enough for them to become proper friends.

Sergeant Barnes was another story. Maybe it was the years of brainwashing and torture, or the fact that he knew what it felt like to be trapped in your mind while you watched your body do things you did not want it to do. Either way, he had no problem speaking to Loki. He never joined in the teasing, and he sometimes told them to stop altogether. If Loki was training alone, Barnes would offer to train with him, and if he saw someone was being particularly hard, he would step in.

But neither Wanda nor Bucky compared to you.

You had been the first person to show him any sympathy upon his arrival to the compound. Being dropped into a Midgardian lifestyle had thrown Loki for a loop, and no one was willing to help him adjust. You had taken it upon yourself to be his sensei of sorts. He was not sure why, or what he had done to gain your favour, but it was clear you had a soft spot for him. From showering to eating and sleeping, or making Bruce loosen the cuff on his wrist that hindered his magic so it would not chafe it, you made sure he was taken care of. You gave him extra blankets and the softest clothes, got him books he wanted, and even set him up with a therapist for the nightmares that plagued his slumber. Loki was grateful to you beyond words.

“What’s everyone laughing about?” He recognized the voice as Barnes. The super soldier strode into the kitchen. His brown hair was in a little bun at the nape of his neck, and on his arm was you. A weird feeling tickled his throat upon seeing you two together. Barnes had returned from a mission last night and Loki had been awake to see him return. The man went straight to your room, and not ten minutes later, Loki could hear both your moans float out into the common room.

“Loki tried to make pancakes,” Clint answered. “My twelve-year-old can cook better than this. Can’t believe this is the same guy who tried to take over the world.”

Barnes rolled his eyes. “Give the guy a break. He’s new to this.” His metal hand reached out to grab the pan by its handle. “I’ll make pancakes this morning. Who wants?”

“Not me,” said Romanoff. “Clint and I have a briefing to get too.” Stark was already on his cell phone dealing with an issue— something about some pots, Loki was able to pick up. One by one, the three trickled out of the kitchen. Rogers and Wilson were away on a mission so he knew he would not be running into them anytime soon. That left Loki alone with you and Bucky.

“Lokes, you okay?” Warm hands touched his back. He turned around to see you standing before him in a fluffy sleeping robe, eyes wide and concerned. You moved your hands to rest on his chest. “Don’t worry about them, alright? They’ll come around.”

“No, they won’t.”’ The words were a whisper. “They hate me.”

You winced. “Lokes—”

“I don’t even want to be here!” Loki hissed. “My oaf of a brother is pretending I’m here for ‘reform’, but the truth is, he doesn’t want me on Asgard. The team doesn’t want me here either so why don’t you all just fuck off and let me go where I want?”

“Loki.” Your voice was firm, stern. Your lips stiffened into a grimace, and you crossed your arms in front of you. Behind you, he saw Barnes shoot you a glance. “I understand it has been hard for you here, and I get the mind stone influence, but you did do a lot of wrong. It was not all the stone, and New Mexico surely wasn’t. Now, the team might be hard on you, but Bucky and I are not. We’ve taken care of you and looked out for you since you’ve been here. If you want to yell at someone, yell at them; not us. Understood?”

Tears welled up in Loki’s eyes. You had not raised your voice once, yet he felt the weight of the admonishment on his shoulders. It was astonishing how someone so much smaller than him could feel so much bigger than him in the moment. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “You’re right, you’ve been good to me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Have you eaten for the morning?” Loki shook his head. “Well, that won’t do.” You grabbed a banana off the kitchen counter and peeled it before offering it to him. “Here.” He reached for it, and you pulled it away. “No, I’m feeding you. Take a bite.”

“What?” Loki gave you a look. No one had fed him anything since he was a child. Maybe a few grapes from a pretty maidservant on Asgard or two, but not in the way you were ordering him. Not like this.

“Take a bite,” you repeated. There was a look in your eyes that he could not decipher. It felt like you were challenging him, and it excited him. “Take a bite, Lokes. Bucky will be a while with those pancakes, and I won’t have you fainting on me.”

You pushed the banana closer to his mouth. The sweetness of it hit his nose, tip rubbing against his lips, and he opened his mouth to take a hesitant bite. “Good boy.” Your hand reached up to stroke his hair. He swallowed the bite he was eating, and you fed him another, then another, until the flesh was gone and only the peel was left. “That’s it. Feel a little better?”

Loki nodded. “Yes.”

“Food fixes everything, doesn’t it?” You tossed the peel aside and let your free hand join the one in his hair. Slowly, you scraped your nails across his scalp. Loki let out a little whimper. “Like that?” He bit his lip. “Of course, you do, because you’re a goodboy,” you purred. Goosebumps spread over his skin. “Aren’t you a good boy?”

“Y-yes.” The admission made you grin. Loki closed his eyes. He would not admit it, because he let so few people touch him, but he loved it when people played with his hair.

“Good,” you whispered. “My good boy. Sweet boy.” Loki wanted to moan. The noise rose in his throat, and he stifled it. Your hand moved down his chest, then to his stomach. Warmth seeped into his skin from yours. When you touched the waistband of his pants, however, his eyes flew wide open.

“Y/N.”

“Hush, sweet boy. Everything’s okay.” Loki shot a glance at Bucky. The super soldier had his back to the two of you, attentions on the pancake batter he was mixing. “No,” you gripped his chin, turning his face back to you. “Eyes on me.”

Loki had asked you once if you and Barnes were dating— out of curiosity alone and surely not jealousy, of course. Your response had been a bell-like laugh, accompanied by the pinching of his cheek. He had not known what it meant. By the way you were palming his cock through his pants, however, things between you and the soldier must not have been that serious. “Oh!”

“That’s it,” you cooed, stroking the growing length. Every movement of your hand made his cock grow harder and longer until he was straining in his sleeping pants. “Put your hands behind your back.” Loki did so without question. It was like there was a force that grabbed his hands and put them there, for he had no idea how his body simply responded to your command. “Oh, you’re a very good boy. So good. What do you think, Buck?”

“I think he needs to cum.” Loki opened his eyes again. Bucky was leaning against the counter staring at the two of you. There were two round, sizzling blobs of batter in the pan and three perfectly cooked pancakes sat on a plate on the counter. Though he remained calm, Loki could see Barnes’ erection through his sweats.

A hard pump brought Loki’s eyes back to you. “Is that true?” Your fingers found the head of his cock and massaged it through his pants. His head lolled back against the cupboard. “Do you need to cum, sweet boy?” His head bobbed up and down. “Hmm.” You massaged with a heavier touch. “What do you think, Buck? Do you think he should get to cum?”

Loki begged the man to say yes with his eyes. Instead, he saw Barnes hang his head in an almost abashed way. “You know that’s up to you, doll.”

“Correct.” You gripped him harder. The same sternness from earlier returned to your eyes. “It’s always up to me. Understood?”

“Yes,” Loki nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good.” You released him. On your tip toes, because Loki was so much taller than you, you attached your lips to his neck and began sucking on the skin. This time Loki moaned hard. “That’s it,” you murmured. “So responsive.” Another hand reached around to squeeze his ass. “You know what? I think I’m gonna let you cum.”

His eyes widened in glee. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His cock spasmed. “You’ve been a good boy and I know you’ve been under so much stress.” Your hand reached behind him. When it came back, there was a bottle of maple syrup in it. His eyes widened as you unscrewed the cap and poured the amber substance into your palm. “Take your pretty penis out for me, sweet boy.” It was not a question.

Biting his lip, Loki reached down and tugged on his sleeping pants until his cock was released. It sprang up and against his abdomen, brushing just below his navel. You licked your lips at the sight. Without warning, you gripped his hot length. Loki moaned. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!”

Your hand stroked his length at a delicious pace. The stickiness from the syrup provided excellent lubrication. “You’ve got a very filthy mouth, sweet boy. Perhaps you’re not as good as I thought you were.”

“No, I am!” He hurried to assure you. “I-I’m good. I’m so good.”

“Really?” You squeezed his member harder. “Are you a good boy enough to come play with me and Bucky tonight?” Loki’s hips thrusted forward. “To let us do whatever we want to you?”

The pad of your thumb was rubbing the head of his cock. Shocks of pleasure danced up his length and made his knees shake. He had not been touched like this in so long. Right now, Loki would do anything for a release, and the fact that it was you made him all the more willing to agree to the terms. “Y-yes,” he stuttered, “yes, you can do whatever you want.” A thrill tickled up his spine as he imagined the three of you together.

“The team will be out tonight, which means the three of us have the compound to ourselves. Come to my room at 8 sharp. I do not appreciate tardiness. Is that clear?”

Loki looked down at you through hooded eyes. “Yes. S-so clear.” Your face softened.

“Good boy.” You guided his head to your shoulder and kissed his cheek. The pace of your strokes picked up until Loki was gripping the edge of the counter behind him. “Cum, sweet boy. Cum all over yourself.” His hips pistoned into your hand. The tingle at the base of his spine dissipated into a pleasure that had his waist stuttering as his cock shot white lines of cum into the paper towel he had not even seen you grab. “That’s it,” you whispered between strokes of his hair, “just let go.”

Loki almost fell forward at your words. Had your hand not moved around his waist, he surely would have fallen to the floor. Your grip on him was unwavering, and he marveled at how strong one mortal could be. He always wrote off mortals as being weak and frail. Never again would he do that.

“Loki?” Your authoritative tone was gone, dulcet tones and concerned look back again. You wiped his hair away from his forehead. “Hold still. I need to clean you up.” You set about wetting a fresh paper towel to wipe the stickiness from his flaccid cock. Once you were satisfied he was clean, you tucked him back into his pants and gave his lower stomach a gentle pat.

“Here, have a seat.” Loki startled at Barnes’ voice. He had forgotten the soldier was even there. His face burned red as it dawned on him that the man had just seen him with his cock out in the kitchen, desperate and pining for release.

“Sit.” Loki took a shaky seat in the chair. Your hands cupped his face, thumbs stroking either cheek. “Are you okay? You’re a little pale.”

“I’m fine.” His voice came out weak, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m fine.” You smiled.

“Good.” His stomach fluttered as you pecked his forehead. He loved it when you were affectionate with him. “Now eat up, and make sure you eat well at lunch and dinner. Bucky and I have to go out, but we’ll be back by eight. You’ll need your strength for later.” A metal hand placed a steaming plate of pancakes in front of him, and he blinked. They looked nothing like the ones he had made that morning. “Loki?”

He looked up at you. “Yes?”

“Did you hear me?” He nodded and was rewarded with a peck on his cheek. “Good. We’ll see you later.”

“8 o’ clock,” Bucky said, by way of goodbye. He handed Loki a fork and gestured to the pancakes. “Those are soft as butter. I’ll show you how to make them sometime.”

The two of you left hand in hand, leaving Loki to wonder what in the ever-loving fuck just happened, and why on earth he wanted it to happen again.

Part 2

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Cannot believe the way Clint was demonstrated to be one of the most intelligent characters and then they just brushed it off for the rest of his run until Hawkeye. But?? A room full of scientists and Clint fucking Barton is the guy who recognises that a door can be tampered with from the other end, even when it’s actually a cube from space.

And it’s such a practical take, too. These people are all running around thinking these fantastical thoughts and Clint, who grew up in an environment where being practical meant survival, looks at the Tesseract and thinks “it’s a door. There’s clearly another side.”

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Update: I’m a doctor now 😭

New chapter of ATKM coming soon!

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Hello hello ☺️

Since I quite enjoy your writing, I wanted to ask if your are open to ideas/requests?

If yes, I would like to state my idea (might be getting a bit long and hopefully not too specific and if you want to change some things that’s totally fine ☺️In case you don’t do requests, there don’t need to be any further reading :) Thanks so much in advance.

So I imagined the story happening in Asgard, the timing does not really matter to me. There story is Loki X fem reader. She is from one of the other realms and a foreign young goddess of magic and all magical beings. She is hidden by Odin and Frigga in Asgard because her father on her home realm abused her as a child so odin saved her especially when her home realm was attacked and her parents k!lled because sje is secretly the soulmate of Loki which she doesn’t know. She grew up in Asgard, hidden from every one and only few people knowing she is the heiress of another realm who will reclaim her throne in a few years when she gets married. She has grown up and become educated in private like the princess she is and is a powerful fighter in combat and wields her magic with grace. She likes to sneak out at night which is noticed by frigga who keeps saying to odin it will get her into trouble one night. And it does because she meets Loki on one of her moonlight garden walks. As the soulbound clicks the moment their eyes lock and he accidentally touches her skin after she loses balance from the shocks, it puts them under pressure because soulbonds are meant to be consummated and not doing so will make them both suffer physically and emotionally like a heat cycled. So they are forced to reveal her so Loki can court her in order to marry them. Matters are moving rather slow though and reader is reluctant to give in easily. After some time they make it though and finally have each other giving in to their desires after they know each other better and become fond of each other. Much later after marriage and Loki becoming journalist king, they return to readers realm and reclaim her throne and build the world back up. But one man survives and abducts her. Loki finds her because of their bond her can sense her but she rescued herself. But she is so angry Loki literally needs to cool her down in his jotun form and one thing leads to another in a heated endeavor where reader get to know a rougher side of her husband.

So that was a lot, sorry for that. If I may ask, please exclude things like jealousy and Dom/sub elements and if you’re comfortable please include both always meeting each other on eye level, active consent, both being a tease to make the other one weak, Loki being passion himself and a bit rougher (but never degrading and always a worshipper like calling her goddess and beloved), possibly a bit reader insecurities (some scars and having small boobs and being a bit curvy around the belly), maybe him turned on by watching her ride her huge black Clydesdale horse, size kink? (Short Reader)

Alright, that’s that. I really hope you like my idea, and if not, that’s totally fine. Sending lots of love! Anon

Hey! So, I don’t mind taking requests, but this plot seems thought out and very specific. Did you want this as a one shot? B/c in order to properly incorporate the ideas, it would have to be a lot longer. Also, to be correct, this would be a soulmate AU? Please let me know if!

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Hi! Some of us have probably been waiting patiently but didn’t want to you to feel pressured 🤍 just know you have a fan here patiently waiting for your amazing writing when your ready 🥰

Hey! School has been killing me and I have my final MBBS exams in less than two months.

Still, I have been writing. Since it’s been so long, here’s an excerpt from ATKM Chapter 17:

ALL THE KINGS’ MEN, CHAPTER 17 EXCERPT:

You weren’t quite sure how to react to Loki kissing you. The idea consumed most of your waking thoughts for so long, and now that it was happening, you froze. You froze. Soft lips were pressed against your own and you lay unmoving beneath the covers. The only man you could ever remember embracing you like this was James, and he was nowhere near as gentle. James kissed you to claim you- rough and cruel and in a way that almost always bruised your lips.

Loki was nothing like that. The warm caress of his mouth on yours made your head spin, and when he parted his lips, you allowed yourself to melt into him. You let him take control. He tilted his head to capture your lower lip between his and he did not try to shove his tongue into your mouth like James would have. Instead, he let the kiss progress naturally, even sliding an arm between your back and the bed to hold you closer. His other arm moved to support him on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He murmured against your mouth. “Is this too far?” You shook your head, and were rewarded with a kiss on your cheek. He moved to your jaw next, leaving soft pecks along your jaw until he reached your neck. The kiss he left there made you moan. Your eyes opened wide at the alien sound that escaped you, but your barely had time to process it before his lips moved to the shell of your ear, nibbling and licking in a way that had your cheeks heating.

“Loki…” your voice was breathless. “T-that feels wonderful.”

“Good,” he whispered in your ear. “I always want you to feel wonderful around me.” He kissed your ear, then the spot below it, lips trailing down until he reached your neck. You shivered when his lips applied more pressure there. A resultant tremble built in you, followed by another, and another as he repeated his motions. They shot straight through you and down to your core, making you press your thighs together.

“Oh!” You fisted his shirt. His mouth curved into a smile. You noticed that he took great care not to climb on top of you. He simply held you close, allowing you the safety of having him nearby without the suffocation of another body holding yours down. He-

“My king!” The call from outside was followed by a sharp knock on the door. “My king!”

A noise of annoyance erupted from the back of Loki’s throat. He stood up abruptly, marching over to the door to grip the handle and pull it open. “What?” Fear bled into the face of the soldier standing before him. You couldn’t blame the younger boy, for Loki’s irritation was coming off of him in waves. “What do you want?”

“They found the room,” announced the boy. “They found the room with the flowers-”

“They did?” you asked. “That was quick.” The boy’s face darted to yours and he promptly flushed. He must have noticed your quick breathing, along with the rumpled bed sheets and the king’s behaviour, and realized what he interrupted.

“My armies are very efficient,” Loki told you. “Heimdall would have transported them to where they needed to be, and since the Rogers’ household is empty-”

“It wasn’t,” the young soldier interjected. “It wasn’t empty. There was someone in there trying to steal the flowers.”

James, you thought. It must be James. He must have seen the soldiers and figure out what was happening.

Loki must have had the same suspicions, seeing as his eyes flickered to you. “Who was it?” His tone was rough. “Was it Commander Barnes?”

“It was a woman.”

So sorry again for the long wait. I appreciate you all being so patient with me. I cannot promise when the next chapter will be out but I am writing.

Thank you all in advance !

#loki

#loki smut #loki fanfic #loki x y/n #loki x reader #buckybarnes #dark!bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes x you #loki x you #soft!loki

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geminigirl0298 · 6 months

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Finally fixed the chapter issue with All The Kings’ Men

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geminigirl0298 · 11 months

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take your time with the fics!!! best of luck with the exams friend <3 🌷🌹💐 some flowers for good luck and positivity

Thank you ❤️

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geminigirl0298 · 11 months

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When will you be finished all the kings men?

Hey! Ik I’ve been behind. I’m quickly approaching my final Med exams and I’m very swamped with school work. I’m going to try to start back writing soon but I can’t give an exact timeline.

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geminigirl0298 · 1 year

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Busy with school but alive.

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geminigirl0298 · 1 year

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Hi, hope you are doing ok? Haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks and just wanted to check in on you to see how you are doing! 💙

Hey! Back on a demanding rotation and trying to find time to breathe with all these weekend calls. Next chapter will be delayed. Thank you for checking in!

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as the crazy person with over 3,000 fics on AO3, who just hit over 2,000,000 hits, i have done... The Math

roughly 5% of readers leave kudos.

0.27% of people leave a comment.

truly, i GET that a lot of people, especially younger people who grew up on youtube and are living on tiktok, see "opening the page and viewing with their eyeballs" engagement in itself. but a) it's not, for fanfiction, that's not how it works; and b) "engagement" does not build a community -- interaction builds a community.

if you like someone's fanfiction, and you want more of that fanfiction, please react to it in some tangible way. leave a kudo. leave a comment. let the writer know that you didn't open it, see the first sentence, and decide it was garbage. let the writer know that you aren't a bot that trawls every webpage for AI content. let the writer know that their work is appreciated.

the point of fandom is to be a community, not a content engine. if people stop feeling like people are being reached with their work, they stop creating work for that fandom and move onto the next. there's a lot to be said for the way binge-model TV is killing fandoms prematurely... but there's a LOT to be said for the way infinite-scrolling consumption is killing fandoms prematurely.

if everyone binges a show on friday and feels weird about reacting to fics posted longer than a week ago/doesn't react to the fics they read at all, that fandom is dying out in about a month, max. even though there are probably a lot of people who would love to discuss it with someone or create more work or finish and post a WIP or whatever. because no actual community is created by consumption alone.

reading a fic is only step one.

reacting to a fic is the crucial step two of the equation.

step three is the fandom proliferating! and you getting more stuff to enjoy!

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geminigirl0298 · 1 year

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Some of the links in my Masterlist aren’t working. Is this happening for anyone else?

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ALL THE KINGS' MEN

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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CHAPTER 16

Lorelai. The name rattled around in your head, pinging off your skull as you tried to discern the reason for her hostility.

Loki’s new little friend, she said. What was that supposed to mean? How did she even know who you were? And why was she looking at you like something on the bottom of her shoe?

It irritated you, to be honest. Derision filled yourself at her treatment, and you opened your mouth to give her a fitting reply, “I’m-”

“Flower.” All the tension left your body the minute you heard his voice. His hand touched your lower back, then Loki appeared beside you. You wrapped both your arms around his bicep and leaned into him. “Lorelai.”

“Loki,” she purred. Her eyes flickered down to where you held onto his arm. “I see you’ve brought a friend.”

Sharon appeared shortly after, hands folded across her chest as she took in the scene before her. She paused a little at your close embrace with the king. “Hey,” she whispered in your ear. “The fuck is that?”

“No idea.” If Loki heard you, he did not let on. Instead, he addressed the woman before him with a steady tone.

“Is there a problem here?” The look on his face made it clear this Lorelai woman had caused many, many problems in the past.

“None,” she told him, lifting a slender hand to caress his shoulder. “Now that you’re here, that is.” You shared a look with Sharon.

Clearly, this was the other woman those two girls told you about that night in the harem. The red hair was a clue, but the familiarity with which she spoke to and touched him was the giveaway.

“I’m only here for the summit.” Loki removed her hand, face still blank. “I would thank you not to cause any trouble while we’re here.” Lorelai’s face curled up into a smile.

“Trouble?” she echoed. “That’s more your thing, isn’t it, Loki? Though, I suppose we’ve both had our fair share of fun together.”

Together. You didn’t like the way she said that word.

“That was in the past,” Loki’s voice was curt. “I’ll not put up with your shenanigans this time. I’d thank you to take your leave now, as I’ve some important business to attend to.”

Lorelai did not look at him. Her eyes flickered to you instead, running over your form once more. Finally, she settled on your eyes. You stared back without wavering. She seemed to like that.

“You’re probably right. It’s quite clear there’s to be no more fun between us.” She smiled- not unkindly, which confused you further- and turned on her heel, then she was retreating down the hall in a flurry of green skirts.

“Well,” said Sharon, breaking what was about to be an uncomfortable silence, “that was eventful.” She turned to the king then, fixing him with a cool stare. “I hear you have something to say to me.”

ooOOoo

Sharon Carter was a no-nonsense woman. Loki noticed that the minute he saw her approach you. He watched how she glared at Lorelai, whom she did not know, simply because the woman was a nuisance to you. He watched her link her arm in yours and lead the way to the library he intended to use for their chat — though he was unsure how she knew which one — and trailed behind, feeling quite out of sorts.

He had grown used to you always wanting to be by his side. It was silly, he chided himself. Sharon was your friend. He was your…What were you? Your friend for sure, but something more. Something softer, sweeter; something that—

“I’ve been told you want to speak to me.” Sharon’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. They were in the library now, with Sharon leaning against the table. You stood awkwardly between them, eyes darting from one to the other. “Out with it.”

You frowned. “Sharon-”

“No, it’s okay,” Loki assured you. “It’s fine.” He turned his attention to Sharon, all five foot eight of blonde hair and reproachful expressions. “I wish to apologize,” he began, “for the part I’ve played in your suffering. There is nothing I can say or do that will erase what you’ve—”

“I don’t like you.” Loki stopped, lips paused at the beginning of the word he never got to say. “I really, really don’t like you,” Sharon continued, “and I don’t care for your apologies. I don’t care if you feel bad and I don’t want to hear any of your rehearsed lies. You want something from me. Spare me the theatrics and just tell me what it is.”

And for maybe the third time in his life, Loki was at a loss for words. He had an entire speech planned. Of course, he meant every word. A younger, lesser version of him might appeal to her emotions to sway her to his side. Valhalla knows he had done it many times before, but not now, not knowing what he knew.

Luckily for him, you seemed to know exactly what to say. You glided over to Sharon and took her hands in yours. “It’s not like that,” you murmured. “We need your help, Sharon. Loki thinks that some of the commanders were stealing from Asgard.”

“Stealing what?” Sharon wanted to know.

“A flower.”

Chocolate eyes swung to him. “A flower? And what do you presume they did with this plant, your majesty?”

“They used it to kill my mother.” Now, she went silent, and Loki continued. “That was why I took over Midgard in the first place. Someone from your realm was able to steal a flower from a heavily guarded place under the watchful eye of Heimdall, and they used it to kill my mother. After that, I decided humans needed to be put in check.” His eyes flickered to you; to your sweet face full of nothing but understanding. “I was wrong.”

“Loki just wants to help,” you explained. “He knows what he did was wrong and he can’t take it back. He knows this was his fault, but Sharon, things are bad. The Commanders are afraid of Loki, yes, but they hate him. That hatred made them kill a goddess!”

“I agree they need to be stopped, but I’m not sure how I can help you.” Most of the bite had gone out of Sharon’s voice, replaced with an emotion akin to fatigue. Loki concluded the babe she obviously carried was partly the reason and made a mental note to get his healers to check on her before the day’s end.

“We need information,” Loki told her. “Any information. Did Captain Rogers ever receive any shipments unaccounted for? Ever see him meeting at weird times with anyone?” Sharon folded her arms in thought.

“He was off with James a lot. If you ask me, I’d say they were secretly in love.” You and Sharon shared a look before she continued. “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you where Steve went. He never brought anything strange into the house, and even if he did, I’d never ask him. I knew better than to go looking.”

She stopped speaking. A flicker of doubt crossed her face. Loki pounced on it immediately. “What? You’ve just remembered something. What is it?”

“Loki.” The admonishment came from you. “Give her a chance. Sharon,” you grabbed her hands again, “is there something you remember? Anything you can tell us will be of help.”

“There’s a room back home he never let me in. I wasn’t supposed to see it, since it was hidden.” Loki lifted a brow.

“Hidden? Hidden how?”

Sharon’s eyes roamed the room. They stopped on an oak bookshelf spanning the entirety of the opposite wall. “There’s a shelf in his study. Full of books he never reads. One day, I was dusting the books and pulled a few out. I can’t be sure which one did it, but there was a click, and the shelf moved out of the way.”

“What happened next, Miss Carter?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. Steve came back and I told him I found it and he made me promise not to go back. He put a camera in and locked the door to the study. I figured it was more trouble than it was worth. We did move into an old SHIELD base that was refurbished. It wasn’t uncommon to have hidden rooms.”

“Did you get a peek inside?” Loki asked, though he knew the answer before Sharon shook her head. “These flowers are magic. They can live even after they’ve been plucked. If he was keeping them in there—”

“I’m not going back into that house,” Sharon interjected. “I’m not going back. Especially not with James there.”

“James.” Loki stiffened. “James is on earth?” He cursed under his breath. It was a terrible idea to speak to Sharon before informing you of his conversation with Fandral. “Loki, you told me he was being sent around the realms. How did he get back on Earth?”

“I’ve no idea,” he answered you. “Fandral only just informed me of this. I was going to tell you after we finished here.” He looked at Sharon. “You do not have to return to Earth. Starting today, you are officially under the crown’s protection. You can stay here or return to the palace with us when it is time to do so. Your unborn babe shares the same protection.”

“Who killed his father?” Sharon asked suddenly. “Was it an accident? I can’t imagine it was.” Loki’s silence was enough. “Of course”

“To be fair, the intent wasn’t to kill him.”

Sharon gave him a look. “What was the intent?”

“Questioning,” Loki replied. “Maybe a little torture. Can’t always tell how these things will go.” At his admission, he swore the woman almost smiled. The corners of her lips twitched up a bit before she pulled them back into a neutral expression.

“Well, this has been an enlightening conversation. I think it’s time for me to head to bed. This little one,” she rubbed her stomach, “always has me beat these days.”

“Do you want me to walk you to your room?” you offered. “Or stay with you?”

“No, I think you both have things to talk about.” No explanation was needed to discern what she meant. “I really need some rest.” She made her way to the door, stopping when she was nearly out in the hall. “Your majesty, I’ve been told you’re quite taken with my friend. You’re both adults, so I can’t tell you what to do, but if you hurt her, I will hurt you.”

Loki smirked at that. The fire he received from the blonde woman was the first thing that led him to believe a cordial partnership was on the horizon. Her snarkiness was not unwelcome, and he might have cracked a smile had you not approached him with worry creasing your face.

“James is back?” Trembling hands reached for him, prompting him to pull you close to his body. “Loki, James is back. What are we going to do?”

“You are not going to do anything. He cannot touch you from Earth.” Loki rubbed his hands in a soothing pattern, up and down your arms until your shaking stopped and your forehead rested against his collarbone.

“He’s going to be so angry,” you whispered. Your breath tickled the base of his throat as you spoke. The warmth raised goosebumps on his flesh, making his eyes roll back at the proximity of your mouth to his body. You had such pretty lips. “He’s always so mad at me.”

Loki cleared his throat. He shoved his pervasive thoughts to the back of his mind and cupped the back of your head. “He will not lay a hand on you. This I have promised you before, and I promise it to you now.” You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “James cannot make it to Asgard on his own. Heimdall will see him coming if he tries, and he’ll be arrested at the bridge. He will not hurt you again.”

A tear fell from your eye. Loki brushed it away with a gentle stroke, following it with two more. He held your face and kissed your forehead, allowing you to cry into his brand-new tunic. It was the first time you ever let him comfort you through your tears, and he was struck by just how much you had come to consider him. In many ways, you were not just the woman who flinched at a touch and walked around as though in a trance. You were becoming much more, and Loki felt glad that he seemed to have contributed to that in some way.

“Loki?”

“Yes, flower?”

You sniffled. “Who is Lorelai?” Ah. “An old girlfriend?” He almost laughed at the mundane word.

Loki did not have girlfriends or boyfriends. He had lovers, men and women and all in between with whom he shared a mutual attraction and partook in pleasures of the flesh. There were often no real feelings on his part. He would ride out whatever time he spent with them until they wanted more, which he could not give, or they moved on to another. And he never once regretted letting them go. His heart could never seem to get involved.

That was until he met you.

“Lady Lorelai is an old lover of mine,” he told you. “Troublesome, meddlesome, and as good a liar as myself. Except, she takes it too far.”

Your brow creased with fret. “She knows who I am, Loki. She knows who I am and I’ve never met her before.”

“Lorelai likes to keep tabs on me. She is as proud as she is envious, and I can admit now that getting involved with her was a mistake.” He took your hand and led you over to lean against the desk. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Lorelai may think she is a threat, but she has long fallen out of favour with me. And she does not have the use of her gifts anymore.”

“Gifts?” you repeated. “What gifts?”

Loki lifted your hand to his chest. He held it there, smoothing his thumb over your well-nourished skin. “Lorelai has the ability to bend men to her will. She is able to do so with just her voice. Of course, it depends on the will of the man. Lesser wills are easily broken. Stronger ones, not so much.”

“And I suppose you were a much harder conquest?” You looked up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes filled with a hint of teasing.

“I’m immune to most magic, being one of the most advanced sorcerers across the realm.” He could not help but puff out his chest a bit. “Lorelai’s was still tricky to navigate. After we ended things, she began stirring up trouble. Made an inordinate amount of men do her bidding. I am entirely sure she could have caused an uprising if she wanted.”

Alarm crossed your face then, making Loki regret his words. “Do not be worried,” he assured you. “Lorelai was stopped. My mother made a charm bracelet that she is forced to wear by order of the king. It dampens her magic so she cannot use it on people even if she tried.”

“And she really can’t use it?” The fingers of your hand, which he had not let go, were now intertwined with his. He wondered if you even noticed. “She really agreed to wear it?”

Loki chuckled. “It was that or a rather unbecoming muzzle that prevented her from speaking at all. Vanity is as vanity does. At least the bracelet looks rich enough.” His eyes dipped to your hands- fingers woven together as though they were the threads of life themselves. Loki never cared much for silly displays of affection before. Now, he found himself wondering if the spaces between his fingers were crafted specifically for yours to fit.

“You must be tired from the journey,” he said. “Would you like to rest before the dinner? I can come fetch you later.” He moved your hands to your sides- still connected- and began leading you out the door. “I took the liberty of getting us adjoining rooms. Please tell me if it was too presumptuous. I just thought you would feel safer with me nearby.”

“No, that’s fine,” you said, and he could tell by your smile he had made the right choice. “What time is the dinner?”

“I will send someone to fetch you an hour or so before. Our rooms are just down here. Come.”

ooOOoo

As it turned out, Loki was right. The rest did you a world of good. You weren’t sure how long you slept, but by the time a servant came in to wake you and help get you ready, it was nearly dark outside.

Night descended quite differently on Asgard. On Earth, the sun would set into a brief dusky grey before the darkness actually fell. Here, the sky seemed to come alive. The disappearance of the sun heralded hues of purples and blues that seemed to reflect the ocean below. The black night fell like a blanket, dotted with stars so bright you often had to look away before your eyes began to burn. It was truly the most beautiful place you had ever seen.

“Lady Dee?” The maidservant’s voice drew your attention away from the window. “You have a visitor. The king.” You smiled.

“He can come in. I’m nearly finished. You can go have your supper now.” She curtsied before you just as Loki walked in, dressed to the nines in formal garb. His trademark smirk was on his face.

“Flower.”

“Loki.”

His eyes roamed over you from head to toe. You were, of course, wearing one of the many new dresses he’d sent you, this one a simple gold, made of silk held up by delicate chain straps with a cowl neck. The rest of the dress hung off your body like a waterfall, showing off just enough of your newly filled-out figure. “You look wonderful. Something is missing, though. Would you turn around?”

The maidservant was long gone, the door closed to give the two of you some privacy. Loki handed you a silver-backed mirror to hold to keep your neck in focus. In his other hand, the necklace from earlier appeared. He approached you from behind, so close you could feel the ends of his tunic poking into your back.

“Lift your hair for me, darling.” You almost moaned when you felt his breath on your neck. He fastened the necklace with practiced perfection, and you were pleased to find it blended quite well with the dress you chose. It sat nestled above the neckline, adding an extra air of refinement to the plain dress. “Perfect.”

“It’s lovely.” Loki moved your hair back in place as you admired the jewelry. As he did so, you noticed the bracelet you bought him secured on his wrist. “Hey,” you caught at his arm, “you’re wearing it.”

“I told you I would.” He let his hand rest on your bare shoulder. “Would you look at that,” he mused. “They match.”

They really did. The emerald eyes of the golden serpents glistened in the light as though alive, and they were the exact same shade as the teardrop emerald in your piece. “Did you do this on purpose? The necklace?”

Your eyes met in the mirror and he grinned. “Maybe.” He moved some hair away from your ear, lips encroaching on the space near your lobe. “Or maybe, I just wanted to see my colours on you.”

Oh fuck. Loki had flirted with you before, but it was never as intimate as this. His voice had never before dropped this low, nor did his eyes appear so heavy. And his thumb had certainly never run across the skin of your shoulder and up the side of your neck as it was doing now.

“We don’t have to attend the dinner,” he told you. “I can always have it brought here. It’s just a formality anyway.”

You thought for only a second. “You can do that?”

“I’m the king,” he reminded you. “I can do most anything I want.”

The mirror vanished from your hand. Loki released your shoulder, opting to take your hand and give you a little spin. You giggled as he twirled you and then pulled you against him. Your hands went around his neck to steady yourself while his rested on your waist.

“What do you say?” he asked. “Do you wish to endure a boring dinner, or do you want to stay here with me?”

“I—”

A knock on the door interrupted your acceptance of his proposal. The annoyance on his face as he let you go to answer the door no doubt mirrored your own. Fandral was standing at the door when it opened. He gave you a cheeky smile before addressing the king.

“Loki,” he greeted in that grand way of his. “The Lady Sharon has agreed to your plan. She thinks it best to go at once, with your approval, of course.”

You had joined Loki at the door now. While you weren’t sure what plan they referred to, you could tell any plans you had for the evening were now fully squashed. “What’s going on? What plan?”

“I wish to search the hidden room in Rogers’ house. I sent word to Lady Sharon while you were asleep. In honesty, I had not expected her to agree so quickly.”

“Oh.” That was the only word you could seem to get out in response. “Are you going?” You didn’t want him to go. As silly as it sounded- because you knew he could protect himself- you were worried for his safety if he were to go to Earth.

Loki shook his head. “I’m not going. I’m sending a few men so as not to arouse suspicion. They’ll be in and out and none will be the wiser, but I must brief them, meaning-”

“You’ll be late for dinner.” It was much easier to say this than make Fandral privy to your real plans. “It’s okay. If there is something in that room that can connect them to your mother, it’s better to do it now.” You placed your hands on Loki’s arm. “Go on ahead. I suppose I’ll go to the dinner for the time being.”

“I’ll be back,” Loki promised. He brought your hand to his lips for a kiss— the second that day alone— and you could not help but wonder when he would make advances towards another type of kiss. “I’ll see you soon.

ooOOoo

Dinner was a fantastic affair. Lords and ladies sat around an enormous table filled with more food than you had ever seen, dressed in the finest jewels and clothes. Laughter filled the hall and conversation flowed. At one point, a friendly fight broke out: two lords drunk off mead, both wanting to show off their newly crafted swords. And yet still, you were bored out of your mind

There was a goblet of Asgardian ale in your left hand. One of the servants kept refilling it at intervals. The taste did not particularly delight you, but you sipped it to give yourself something to do. At first, you were intent on waiting for Loki to return, but three courses and five ales later, you noticed the meeting would not soon end.

Either way, you were finished here. You pushed your chair back and exited the dining room, goblet still clutched in hand. A kind servant topped you up on your way out. You thanked him with a smile and began the long walk to your room. Maybe, if you were lucky, you would still be awake long enough for Loki to return. You could both spend whatever was left of the night talking until you fell asleep like you did at the palace.

“Lady Dee,” purred a familiar voice. You paused, squinting ahead to see who it was. Lorelai appeared before you in a green dress with her red hair done up in an exquisite bun. You soured a bit upon seeing Loki’s colour draped all over her. “I thought that was you.”

“‘Tis me.” You noted then, to your embarrassment, that your ‘s’ was a bit slurred.

“Why do you hold your head in that manner?” Lorelai enquired. You did find her to be a little askew. Actually, your entire field of vision was off-kilter, and you straightened your head with a flush of your cheeks. “Gotten into the ale, I see.”

You placed the cup at your side. “I’ve had alcohol before.”

“Not Asgardian alcohol, I’m sure. This packs quite a punch. Nothing on Earth can compare to it, although I suppose you might have realized Midgardian spirits have little to no effect on you.”

In truth, you just thought you had an abnormally high tolerance. The vodka back home would burn your throat, but that was as far as it went. “Did you need something from me?”

“I wanted to apologize.” She sounded so sincere you almost believed her. “By now, you’ve heard that Loki and I were involved. He was special to me, and it was very hard for me to let him go. Sometimes, I get a bit in my head when I find out he’s seeing someone new.” She paused to give you a look. “You are seeing each other, aren’t you?”

Your answer did not come soon enough, and she noticed your hesitancy. It delighted her, you could tell, evident by the little quirk of her eyebrows. “Seems I was wrong-”

“We’re taking things slow,” you blurted. “Loki and I.” Lorelai laughed.

“Slow? Loki does not take things slow. He was taking me over the desk of his study daily within the first week of us meeting.” She let out a dreamy sigh, making your stomach churn. It also could have been the ale, but you felt queasy either way. “He’s a very good lover. Once, he tied me up and—”

“I do not wish to hear of your past with Loki. Some things should be kept private.”

“Well, privacy isn’t always Loki’s strong suit. In time, you’ll come to find he doesn’t mind an audience.” She looked you up and down. “Or maybe, you won’t. Since you’re taking things slow.”

You rolled your eyes. Lorelai was a bitch, and you didn’t need to stand here and take this. “I’m leaving. Loki’s waiting for me.”

“Is he? I just came from the library and heard him in a meeting. Sounds like he has more important things on his mind.” She ended her statement with a frown so sad you couldn’t tell if she was faking it. “Why don’t you come back to the dinner with me? I’m sure many gentlemen would love the pleasure of your company.”

“I don’t want them. I want Loki.” Petulance abounded in your voice. You were aware you sounded like a spoiled child, but you could not care.

Lorelai hummed. “My dear,” her hands came to rest on your arms, “I’ve already told you Loki is in a meeting. He’s busy! Why would you want to bother him?” She let her hands wander to the end of your hair. “He doesn’t like to be bothered.”

“But he won’t mind,” you protested. “He never minds me.” At least, he never had before.

“This is a beautiful necklace,” she complimented. Her slim fingers traced the chain around your neck. “Did Loki give it to you? He does have a thing for giving his women jewelry.” She lifted her wrist to show you the golden bracelet dotted with rubies. “He gave this to me. Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

You pushed her hands off of you. The goblet in your hand fell to the floor, splattering drink all over your dress. “You’re lying! Loki’s mother put that on you because of your powers. It’s not the same.” Lorelai smirked.

“Loki’s mother enchanted the bracelet. I already had it, because it was a gift from him.” She twisted her hand in the air to show off the piece. “I love rubies. He knows me so well.”

“I’m leaving,” you told her. “I don’t believe any of your lies.”

“But you believe Loki’s so easily,” she countered. “I can’t blame you. He is the God of them, after all, and he tells them so well. Who can blame a sweet girl like you for falling for him?”

The way she spoke to you made your blood boil. It was as though you were a child with no brain of your own and all the naivety in the world. This woman- so proper and prim- had no idea the terrors your faced. She didn’t know of your life, or that you knew well the nature of men probably even better than her.

“I must go,” you announced. “Loki and I have plans.” You pushed past her without a second thought.

“Wait!” She grabbed your hand, grip strong like a vice.

“Let go of me!”

“Has he kissed you, at least?” Her fingernails dug into your skin, leaving deep crescents of pain in their wake. “Has he?” Her lip curled, nostrils flaring into the ugliest look of contempt. “Has he pressed those liar lips up against yours—”

“Fuck you!” You wrenched your hand from her grasp and ran.

ooOOoo

Sometimes, Loki hated being the king. He remembered the times when he was a young prince, when he coveted the throne and envied his brother’s place in line for it. He recalled all the mischief he made to get the crown. Now that he had it, he often had vivid fantasies of stomping it under his foot.

The crown meant power. The crown meant he and his brother were untouchable, but also in the most precarious position of their lives. Everyone wanted their favour or heads — to serve the throne or capture it for themselves. The crown was as dangerous as it was secure, but right now, all he cared about was that it had ruined his plans with you.

It took longer than usual to get the men briefed. They had never been in the house before, so he had to start by mapping the area and the building. Sharon’s intel was of good use, and he only wished he could wake her for more. Yet, he was loathe to bother her in her condition. Now that the meeting was over, he only wanted to see you.

So it was just his luck that he happened to see you walking up the hall just as he was coming down. “Flower.” You did not answer him. In fact, you looked rather destroyed.

Long tears cut a path down your face, falling from red eyes all the way to a trembling mouth. Your hands were clasped tightly together at your waist, and he could see a light sheen of sweat on your skin. “Flower? Whatever is the matter?” He reached out to you. You pulled away.

“I’m tired,” you said. “I want to sleep.” Your voice cracked with emotion as you told the lies he so easily sussed out.

“I do not think that is true.” He spoke as though tending to a wounded child. “You’re upset. Please tell me what happened.” He spied it then— five long scratches running down your arm. “What is this?” He gestured to the angry redness of your skin. “Who did this?”

Your eyes dipped to your hand as though noticing the marks for the first time. “I ran into Lorelai—”

“Lorelai.” Fury burned in his chest. He reached out to take your hand, and this time you did not stop him. “I knew she was jealous, but I did not think she would attack you-”

“Why won’t you kiss me?” you cried.

Loki was so shocked he released your hand. “What?”

You threw your hands up. “Why won’t you kiss me? Lorelai says you used to be all over her all the time. She said you were always having sex, and you’re not one to take things slow. I thought you liked me!”

“I do!” Loki replied in a hushed tone. “I do like you, flower. Why was Lorelai even speaking to you about me in the first place? I told you she lies.”

“But you said you were together!” You wagged a finger at him, and it was then he smelled the ale on you. “You said that! So I know she’s not lying. She also said you gave her jewelry, too, just like you did to all your women.” You touched the necklace you wore. “Is that what this is? A habit?”

Never in his life had he wanted to strike a woman the way he wanted to smack Lorelai right now. He knew he should have left her in that dungeon. Alas, he was young, and that youth led him to convince his father to release her under condition. She was going straight back as soon as he found her.

“Darling, you need to tell me exactly what Lorelai said. She’s very good at twisting words and situations-”

“Oh!” Anger flared on your face. “And I’m just some silly little girl who didn’t know she was even Asgardian, so obviously I’d fall for it.”

Loki gaped. “That’s not-”

“It’s because of James, isn’t it?” you asked, and his eyes widened at the accusation. “You don’t want to kiss me because of him. You think I’m spoiled! Rotten and raped and abused and dirty-” You stopped suddenly, back going rigid.

“Flower?” He was too afraid to touch you. Instead, he let his hand hover near you in case you felt the need to take hold of it. “Flower, are you okay?”

In response, you hunched forward and vomited all over his shoes.

ooOOoo

You had never been this humiliated. Not even through James’ abuse, through him laughing at your pain and suffering, did you ever feel this level of mortification. If you had to guess why, you’d say it was because you’d done it to yourself. You drank the ale, you allowed yourself to be tricked by Lorelai and you threw up all over Loki’s shoes.

To his credit, Loki did not flinch once. He simply kicked off his now ruined shoes and led you barefoot back to your adjoined rooms. From there, he instructed you to take a bath while he got some servants to clean up the mess you made. The bath did help some, but the hot, lavender-scented water was not enough to wash away the shame you felt. By the time you were finished, you only wanted to sleep and pretend this night never happened.

Loki was waiting for you when you were done. You stepped out in your sleeping robe to find him placing a tray near your bedside table. He turned over his shoulder to look at you. “Come.”

You cast your red eyes down as you approached the bed. Loki pulled back the covers without a word, allowing you to enter. He then tucked them around you and took a seat at your side. “Drink this,” he handed you a glass with a clear, fizzy liquid. “It will help prevent any headaches and further nausea. Drink it all.”

While you drank, he took ahold of your hand. He let his fingers hover over the marks inflicted by Lorelai, and one by one, they disappeared. It was like pulling a blanket over the lines, completely obscuring them from view until only unblemished skin remained. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He took the empty glass from you. “Rest your head. Gentle now.” He ran the back of his hand over your check, moving it all the way up until his palm rested on your head. “I’m sorry I was late to the dinner. I wish I could have prevented Lorelai from happening upon you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered. “I should’ve never listened to her. I was wrong.” You wiped a tear from your eye.

“Yes you were,” Loki agreed, much to your surprise. “You were wrong when you said that I have any sort of avulsion towards you due to the sufferings you have endured. The reason I am often careful with you, the reason I do not take liberties, is not because I find you repulsive. Rather, I want to ensure I do not cross any of your boundaries. The speed at which I am courting you is not for lack of wanting.”

“I never should’ve said that,” you told him, still reeling from his admission that he was, in fact, courting you. “I was just angry. Lorelai got into my head.”

“As she is wont to do,” Loki finished. “I will deal with her at a later time. Yes, I got her the bracelet. Lorelai likes expensive things, and I often oblige to my lovers’ wants. You have to remember this was a very long time ago. My feelings for Lorelai were nothing but lust. Everyone I got involved with knew that. We haven’t even spoken since we ended all those years ago.”

“I understand.”

Loki leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You could not even muster up the annoyance that it was, once again, not your lips. “Do not ever think less of yourself because of what was done to you. It was not your fault. James will be dealt with as soon as possible and as safely as possible. All of my efforts right now are diverted toward bringing him to justice without getting you more involved than you already are. Have some patience with me, and you will soon see that”.

You nodded, unable to form any words after the complete spectacle you had made of yourself.

“And one more thing,” Loki said. He lowered his face to yours, so close your noses touched. “If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was say so.”

And with that, he pressed his lips to yours.

Chapter 17

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Lorelai was the outside force we didn’t know we needed.