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In the darkness you said goodbye

Summary: Wanda makes a mistake, and she thinks she can tlak herself out of it.

Warnings: Cheating, F/M sex, bittersweet ending, Wanda is to blame.

Pairing: Reader/Wanda - Reader/Carol - Wanda/Vision

Author's note: This story is an experiment, mostly I want to see how it goes as a one shot, and second just want to see how it goes with Wanda. I hope you guys liked it, as always English is not my mother tongue so forgive me my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Second part: In the light you love her

Winter was your favourite time of the year.

The snowflakes falling on the ground, and the sound of Christmas jingles around the streets was enough to put you on a good mood. It had been five years since Thanos was defeated it and the Blip was reversed changing the shape of the universe, the stories people told were now shaped for a past that defied everything they knew.

Midgard had certainly changed in the last years; new heroes were born and the old ones were ready to step aside and give way to the new generations. Your face lifted up to the Avengers Tower standing proudly in midtown Manhattan while the cold of the early afternoon surrounded you in a comforting embrace.

You smiled to yourself, music blasting through your ears while your hand closed around the small box you had worked your ass off to get for this special date. Your phone vibrated, the ringtone you attached to Natasha’s name breaking through the music and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sudden interruption.

“Yes, mom?” The voice at the other end chuckled, and you allowed yourself a tender smile.

“I’m just making sure you’re okay, kiddo, no need to be a brat about it.”

“I am okay, more than okay, I’m super okay!”

“So, you’re nervous.” The older woman replied, and you gulped chewing on your lower lip.

“I am, I’m super nervous.” You confessed, the hand closing around the small box as you spoke. “Tasha, I love her, I…god when I lost her in the Blip, I almost lost myself to darkness…”

“I remember, Y/N, I know it was hard for you.” And Natasha remembered those dark times, you had always been an open gate to darkness.

The very nature of your species made it easier for your heart and soul to give into darkness, your powers were not only a manifestation of your mutation but also a warning sign of what you were capable of doing. But Natasha never gave up on you, and from the moment Thor brought you in and she took care of you, you became the woman Natasha knew you could be. Then, Thanos happened and Natasha could see for the very first-time what Thor and even Loki meant when they said that you were born out of pure blackness. You became unfeeling, careless, cold and almost cruel…

The moment you lost Wanda, on that battlefield watching her disappeared, that was the first time Natasha feared you.

You turned around destroying every single servant that Thanos had brought with him, your shadows covering Wakanda just before they perished in screams of pure agony. Darkness had covered you, and everything would have ended in disaster if Steve hadn’t knock you out; not many understood the deepness of your love for Wanda, but Natasha had been there to see the growing friendship, the affection and the tender moments stolen in between their teenage years.

Natasha had seen the relationship grow from afar, and she could tell you were far to in love with Wanda to not suffer with her lost. But even after you woke up, it wouldn’t be until everyone went looking for Thanos in space that you really broke.

Natasha still remembered when you crumbled to your feet after having destroyed an entire fleet of Chitahuri while looking for Thanos with Carol. How you cried until she put her arms around you, and you finally let go of the pain of losing the woman you loved with all your heart and might. You cried for days, and soon every surviving Avenger was afraid of losing you, of not being able to reach out to you. Natasha hated to see the suffering in your face, the whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to talk and explain that you were hurting so badly you didn’t know what to do.

It took time, but eventually you started recovering. Tony and Steve, as well as Carol and Rocket helped in the process. From them you learnt about your past, and your planet, they talked to you about your origins and your powers, and Natasha was happy to see you recover.

You became not only an Avenger, but also an amazing woman.

And now, after five years of having defeated Thanos and recovering the woman you had been in love since you were fifteen years old, it was just fair for you to have a happy ending.

“You have grown so much since I first met you, Y/N. Wanda is a lucky girl, you know?”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one, I just hope…I mean…” You stood by the gates of the Tower, trembling while cleaning up your sweaty hands. “We’ve been talking about having children and all, and I just… I don’t know if I’m a mom material but…”

“You are. You are, Y/N, now stop stalling and go get her, kiddo. I love you.” Natasha stated in that motherly tone you had come to love as well, you chuckled when you heard Yelena in the background and Natasha cursing in Russian.

“Okay, okay, don’t kill auntie Lena, and stop cursing. I call you when …. when I can.”

“Please have loud, sweaty sex with your soon to be fiancée, and call us when you finish!”

“Yelena!”

You chuckled shaking your head while hanging up.

The building was mostly empty, there was only one security guard that greet you with a polite smile and a mug of hot chocolate on his hands. You went past him into the elevators, your finger selecting the floor Tony had given to Wanda when he first finished the Avengers Tower.

You stood there hearing the music, your hands completely sweaty while your heart hammered hard against your chest. There was a deep void inside your stomach, and you couldn’t help but lifted your eyes to the numbers on the screen. You knew that day would be the day, today had been your last active day as a hero, and Tony had already hired you as normal everyday scientist in one of his investigational facilities. Wanda still thought you were in Kamar Taj with Strange and a girl that had shown to his doorstep, so tonight would be a great surprised that you hope would finally give you your happily ever after.

When Wanda came back, trying to build your relationship with her had been hard.

Wanda found it difficult to adapt herself to a life she was not used to, she found it hard to find out you had travelled around the galaxy being a hero with someone like Carol Danvers and Rocket. At first, you found it funny that Wanda was jealous of Carol, but then it was not only Carol but also your new house in Westview, or the bicycle you bought to go around the city. It was about your job at Stark’s Industries and your lack of interested in being a hero. Then it was you leaving your hero life behind and wanting to be normal, or to gather the new generation of heroes…

Your relationship with Wanda had been rocky, to say the last, after she came back.

But you had learnt that time and communication fixed everything, and after a while the both of you talked about what you really wanted. About your future, about your hopes…and you realized that Wanda wanted nothing more than a life with you. To build a family, and to be happy. She was finding it hard to do so, in a world that had moved on without her, and you made sure to let her know every day that your life had been nothing without her in it.

You smiled putting the ring from your pocket.

Now, finally you could close the last gap and asked Wanda to marry you. You had given up everything in your old life, to start your new life with Wanda.

“Okay, here we go…”

The door of the elevator open and you stepped inside the living room. The place was decorated with candles, and the sweet aroma of Wanda’s favourite perfume. You furrowed your brows, looking around the place you could see her back, and some of her things scattered around.

You walked down the halls, stopping dead on your tracks when your eyes fell upon something you did not recognize. It was a dark jacket. You looked around the scene, and then you caught the sounds. You felt dizzy, your body burning while your stomach dropped leaving a foul taste in your throat.

The hallway was dark, most of the doors were closed but the last one at the end of the hallway. Yellowish light came from it, and as you approached it you could tell it was the light coming from different candles. You were trembling, all of a sudden you felt cold and empty.

A heavy weight positioned above your shoulders, and your heart trembled at the sight before you.

Wanda was on the bed, sprawled and legs wide open with Vision on top of her. Both were naked, and Wanda was throwing her head back grabbing the bedsheets tightly, Vision was trusting inside her whispering in her ear.

Your eyesight blurred for a moment, but your presence went unnoticed and just as you came in, you left. You were staggering around the hallway until your knees gave up and you fell with a soft thud, tears rolling down your eyes and the ring you had made for Wanda fell to the floor.

A part of you, the darker part, ignited a fire inside you ready to scream and bring down the hole building with Wanda and Vision in it. You wanted to make them suffered, for them to experiment the sheer pain you were experimenting at the moment. But another part, the one you had gained with your family and friends simply told you to go.

And so, you did. Falling into the shadows you disappeared leaving behind the ring you had made to Wanda as promised to her, a commitment, and show of your love for her.

Later that same night, Wanda cringed shivering as she exited her room. She placed a hand on her face, shamed and self-disgust filling up her mind, just as she thought of the passion that Vision ignited in her. She knew she needed to put a stop to the affair with Vision; she knew that she had to do it soon if she really wanted to move forward with Y/N and actually started the family you two had talked about. But Wanda was afraid to do so, she was afraid of the consequences, of Vision not understanding, of anyone finding out…

Wanda was strolling down the hallway until her feet stepped on something hard on the floor. She furrowed her brows, and her expression soon changed as she realized it was a small box. At first she thought this was one of Vision’s attempts to get to her heart, but then Wanda felt her stomach dropped and her heart ached painfully in her chest.

Inside the box there was a ring.

And suddenly, Wanda realized how stupid she had been.

Wanda stood there, her eyes wide open filled with tears. She made her way to the door, but you were no longer there, the room was still dark and when she turned on the lights her gazed fell upon the dark box you had been carrying for almost five years.

“Wanda…” Vision said behind her, but Wanda couldn’t do or say anything at all, her eyes completely fixed on the ring you had brought to her.

It was a start.

A green start resembling a spiralling galaxy, the shank of the ring made of white gold.

Your name and hers written around it, the date you two said I love you to one another right beside them.

It was at moment that Wanda realized how stupid she had been.

_________________________________________

“You really have some nerve to come here, Wanda.” Natasha stood by the door glaring at the redhead, her arms crossed though she could sense Yelena getting her weapons ready.

“Natasha, I need to talk to her.” Wanda was on the verge of desperation.

For more than a month she had tried to reach out to you, to try and get to talk to you and explain herself. Wanda knew that whatever you had seen, whatever had happened, she would need to do more than explain what had happened. Why she did it. You were nowhere to be found, and everyone had closed their doors to Wanda who only got disgusted faces, and harsh words thrown at her.

She knew she was risking a lot by coming here, but it was her last chance.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you.” Natasha stated, her eyes glaring at Wanda. “Now, if you excuse me…”

“Natasha, please…” Wanda all but begged, she had tears in her eyes and it was quite evident she had not sleep in quite a while.

Natasha hesitated; she wondered if Wanda understood the gravity of her sin.

The former Black Widow almost went to the Tower to kill with her bare hands the red head. Y/N had come home, a scream of pure pain leaving her lips just as tears rolled down her cheeks. It took Natasha almost an hour to get Y/N to tell her what had happened, and she was so heartbroken she curled up on her bed and cried while holding a hand to her chest.

No one knew the reality of a broken heart.

How much it hurt, how it made your body cold and ached as if a thousand knives went through your every nerve. Y/N spent three days on her bed, ignoring everyone and everything around her. For a brief moment, Natasha had been afraid of the darkness growing in your eyes, day in and out seeing it covered your iris and expanding little by little.

“You broke her heart, Wanda.” Natasha stated through gritted teeth. “You broke her, and she loved you more than life itself. I can’t tell you just how much she loved you and how much you messed up…”

“I know! I know! I know!” Wanda screamed putting a hand on her face. “I know screwed up! I KNOW!”

Natasha seemed unfazed by the outburst, and Wanda broke in front of the former Widow pleading with her eyes.

“Please, I just need…”

“She is not here.” Natasha finally said.

“What?” Wanda winked confusedly; Natasha hesitated before speaking.

“She left two days ago.”

“Where? Why?” Wanda panicked, she glanced at Natasha then back at Yelena. “Where is she?”

“She left the planet; Loki came in and took her away.” This time around it was Yelena, the blond-haired woman smirked nastily at Wanda. “And we don’t know when she will be back, perhaps never, and if she is lucky, she may meet someone that won’t break her heart.”

Wanda stood there, lost and crushed by this news. Natasha hesitated for a moment, a part of her feeling this was not the best way to give the news. The woman stepped forward moving past Wanda.

“She is not coming back anytime soon, Wanda, so if I were you I would just let go.” Natasha turned to look at Wanda. “She waited for you, she almost lost herself for you, she was going to marry you…”

“I know! I just…god, this is so mess up!” Wanda wrapped her arms around herself. “I need to…I…I just…I need her…”

“You’re too late for that, Wanda.” Natasha then turned around and left.

Wanda stood there.

She was alone, lost and desperate, and without a single clue as to where you were or how to reach you out. Not a single way to talk to you, to explain to you…Wanda fell to her knees, her hand reaching out for the ring in her pocket. Tears rolling down her cheeks, and her mind a pool of confusing thoughts.

She would wait if it was necessary.

She knew that you were hurt, and she would wait for you to have a chance to explain herself to you.

And then, she would make sure to show you that Wanda was yours. That you held her heart in your hands.

It would be quite a while before she would see you again. But Wanda would wait, just the same way you did.

_________________________________________

Winter was back.

You lifted your eyes to the sky, closing your eyes while enjoying the feeling the cold on your face. Your ears twitched catching the sound of laughter inside the house, turning around you saw Kamala Khan squealing like a fangirl while hugging Carol tightly. You smirked at the sight, Carol was still getting used to such shows ow affection and Kamala was certainly someone without any limitations in her PDA.

“Y/N!! Oh, did you hear?? I will help you guys move!!!” Kamala went back inside her house screaming at the top of her lungs, “AMMI!”

“Move?” You asked raising a single eyebrow, Carol winced making her way to where you were standing.

“Well, I was thinking that perhaps I shouldn’t be moving around so much, and that staying on Earth is not such a bad thing, after all.” Carol shrugged looking away from you, her lip caught in her teeth with her mind filled with thoughts and possibilities.

Overthinking her every step as always.

“I think Monica is going to love it, Kamala is screaming her appreciation…”

“And you?” Carol asked this time around facing you with just a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “You’re back again, what would you do?”

You had been away for two years, while you never stopped contacting Natasha and the others you had left earth with a single thing in mind. To heal. Your heart had been broken to pieces the moment you found about Wanda’s infidelity, you had cried and cursed and almost turned to darkness until you found yourself at the hands of Carol Danvers. For the second time, the woman took it upon herself to help you out, out of friendship she never thought she would get a chance with you; not after having heard of your story with Wanda and certainly not after she was back. Her odds didn’t improve one bit when she saw how heartbroken you were, Carol knew by then you needed a friend and that was what she offered you.

A friendship that, little by little turned into something else.

Still, there were times in which Carol doubt herself and the relationship she had forged with you.

You softened your featured, your arm wrapping around her waist putting her closer to you. She leaned in, nuzzling your neck before placing a soft kiss on your jaw looking for comfort. You smiled lowering your face until your lips met hers, the kiss was slow and sweet, and Carol smiled into the kiss.

“So, that’s an idea of what you want to do?”

“Ugh, gross.” Monica made a face while Kamala was looking at the scene with a glint of curiosity in her eyes.

“Okay, ladies, nothing to see here.” Carol tried to shush them away, but you wrapped your arms around her again, you turned her around and kissed her once more making Monica gaged and Kamala giggled nervously.

“Let’s give them a show, Danvers.” You mumbled in between kisses; she punched you lightly on the arm flustered stepping away from you before she decided to just follow your lead.

“Very well, I think it is time for me to go back to work but…” Monica turned to Carol wrapping her arms around her. “Please, Auntie Carol, tell me when you get there and don’t forget to keep an eye on the plane.”

“I won’t Captain trouble.” Carol said affectionately, Monica smiled sighing as she stepped back.

“Don’t be a stranger, Rambeau.” You gave her a hug, and the other woman glanced at you then back at Carol.

“You’re one to say, Natasha Romanoff is still waiting for you and you heard Fury…”

You winced fidgeting on your spot, you had heard Fury and Natasha was also waiting for you. You nodded scratching the back of your neck.

“I guess is inevitable.” You shrugged. “I will tell you all the gross details of these meetings.”

“I will wait for them anxiously, take care of Auntie Carol please.”

“I will, don’t worry.” You winked at Monica and stepped back to join Kamala and Carol inside the Khan’s family.

“Hey, are you okay?” Carol fixed your hair behind your ears, you nodded curtly pecking her nose.

“Yeah, let’s eat and then I will take you home, Captain Marvel.”

Earth had changed in the last two years she had been here.

The street were loudly, and the technology had certainly improved a lot. The stories were different now, most of them included the newest heroes in the cities, and the evilness lurking in the shadows. You enjoyed the soft purr of the bike you had bought in Jersey City, Carol had her arm wrapped around your abdomen leaning against your body while you drove down the streets of a city you had not seen in a long time.

Up until now, you had spent your time in the guest room at the Khan’s family home. You had tried to say no, but Ms. Khan was very adamant that they would not stay in a hotel or something equally dangerous. And Kamala was beyond excited to have them both in her home, at least until all the moving details had been arranged and soon they would be driving down to Luisiana.

To say you were nervous was an understatement, it didn’t mater you had spoken with Natasha almost every day since leaving earth. Or that you had been kept up to date with the gossip around the Avengers and the newest additions thanks to Yelena, it was the fact that this little party would include Wanda as a guest. Two years ago, you had left your home running away from your feelings, your heart had been broken and you never thought it would mend. And while it took some time to get it back together, to actually allow yourself to feel and fall in love again.

You had done so.

Carol had become your world, but this time around you were careful to not lost yourself into the relationship. Carol was not an easy person, and while the road to happiness had been a bumpy one, you wouldn’t change a single thing of how everything happened. Not if it meant that at the end of the day she would wake up with you beside her, a mug filled with coffee and a morning of meaningless talks watching the space in the window of a ship.

“Wow, I don’t remember this building being here on my last visit.” Carol stated getting off the motorcycle, she glanced up to the building then turning to you.

“I bet Tony made some arrangements.” You smiled turning to the main gates, your hand seeking out hers.

“Are you ready?” Carol inquired tilting her head, you nodded curtly and then without wasting any more time, you two entered the building.

There were many familiar faces, but soon you found yourself being wrapped in a tight hug by none other than Natasha. You softened your face and your arms wrapped around her pulling her close to you, Carol watched from a distance, her lisp curling into a gentle smile before she turned around and left for the bar. These moments were for you, and you had been waiting to come back and see the people you love, Carol could understand that much. With a heavy heart, and insecurities filling up her mind, the woman made her way to the bar never noticing the redhead glaring daggers at her back.

“You look so good, Y/N, did you cut your hair?” Natasha put you at arm’s length, her eyes twinkling while the examine you with care.

“Yeah, a little and well I have to be on top physical form to be in space, so…” You smiled sheepishly, Natasha chuckled placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How have you been?” Natasha finally asked and you just shrugged.

“Fine, I guess. I just come here due to a mishap of powers between Carol, Monica and a girl called Kamala.”

“So I heard, quite the adventure I guess.” Natasha then hit you on your arm.

“Hey!”

“So if it hadn’t been because of that you wouldn’t have come?” Natasha was a little hurt by this, you shook your head lowering your gaze before shrugging.

“No, of course not. I did have plans…” You stated and Natasha was about to speak but trailed off just as her eyes caught another person coming towards them. “I knew I have to come back, and I was dying to see you all, I was just… waiting…”

“You were waiting for what?” Wanda asked behind you, and she wait anxiously for you to turn around.

You thought the moment you heard her voice again, that you saw her again your resolution would crumble and that perhaps you would fall under her spell once more. One of your greatest gears included your weakness to perhaps leave behind your relationship with Wanda and moved forward. But this never happened, and soon after you started healing it was easier to move on. Now, after two years, you stood before her and you realized you had been scared for nothing.

Of course, your stomach dropped, your palms started sweating and your head fluttered in your chest when you saw her again. She was still as beautiful as you remembered her, her voice still carried with it such a powerful tinge, something you had always loved from her.

But something else had changed, the shivering in your heat came along with an old pain and rage that went through your senses. You clenched your fists closed, but remained impassive while Wanda offered a tentative smile.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Wanda chewed on her lower lip before speaking, “do you think we could talk?”

You glanced out of the corner of your eyes to see Natasha standing closed to you, Yelena had stopped talking with a brunette in a dark suit, and both of them were walking towards you. You then lifted your eyes and soon you found the eyes of Carol looking at you with curiosity, after a moment the other woman smiled and nodded in understanding.

“I think we need to talk, Wanda, lead the way.”

Two years ago, on a day such as this, you discovered the pain behind a betrayal.

You glanced at the sky, the snowflakes falling slowly down the streets, the breeze caressing your warm cheeks while you waited patiently for Wanda to speak. The other woman had changed as well, she looked thinner, and tired, her hair was longer and she seemed quiet and alone. Wanda turned her stare to you and you could see their love and regret and loneliness.

“Why didn’t you stay?” She asked, her voice breaking by the end of the question.

You raised a single eyebrow snorting while shaking your head.

“You really asking that?”

“The ring…You were there…” Wanda started and you winced remembering that day, the old pain coming back as you remembered how it felt.

“I could have killed you and Vision.” You stated looking away from her. “I was so mad, so heartbroken, Wanda…I knew if I had stayed or said something…well, it would have ended in a bloodbath.”

Wanda winced wrapping her arms around herself, “I just…god, I’m sorry. I just…I’m so sorry for everything, I never…”

“What, Wanda? You never what?” You asked harshly, Wanda stepped back lowering her face.

“I was afraid, and I wasn’t sure of what I wanted, okay? I came back and you were already all over me, and I really didn’t know what you were expecting of me, and he was just there listening to me and…”

“And I didn’t? Wanda I asked you, everyday I tried to make our communication to work!” You huffed rolling your eyes at the excuses. “What were you hoping for, Wanda? A child? A dick? What?”

Wanda had thought about it in the last two years, she thought about her reason and why she had entered into a senseless affair with Vision. The truth was she didn’t know exactly why, she always thought that you had everything resolved by the time she came back, you had five years to organise your life and made decision for the future whereas Wanda had been trapped in nothingness until she came back to face a world she didn’t recognize. Vision had been the only one who understood, the only one who let her talk and expressed the way she wanted to about the situation, and in the midst of those conversations Wanda fell into passion and desire to make her life and indecision more bearable.

“I was just hoping everything went back to normal, and that…I didn’t feel so lost.” Wanda mumbled knowing her words meant nothing to you at the moment.

You sighed shaking your head, “I guess it doesn’t matter now.”

“Y/N, I just…I…search for you.” Wanda mumbled, you nod curtly at her.

“I know.”

“I want to explain, to tell you that it meant thing.” Wanda stated lowly. “I wanted to tell you that I Lov…”

“Don’t.” You cut her off before she could continue. “Don’t say it, you don’t have any right to say to me anymore, Wanda.”

Wanda stepped forward, holding back her tears she made sure her eyes were locked with yours, her heart beating fast and her whole-body trembling.

“I love you.” Wanda said softly. “I’m still in love with you, and I just…”

“Can you hear yourself, Wanda? If you love me you wouldn’t have done…you would have come to me first! We would have talked about this, about us!” You exclaimed waving your arms around. “You wouldn’t have cheating on me just because you felt alone or misunderstood.”

“Y/N…” Wanda started but she cut off as soon as someone entered the balcony you two were in.

“Hey, baby, are you…Oh, sorry, I’ll be inside if you…” Carol interrupted glancing at you then at Wanda, before turning around and leaving.

Wanda clenched her jaw, turning to you eyes that flickered between red and green.

“So, you left two years and you have replaced me already?” Wanda asked bitterly, you snorted shaking your head.

“Nobody can replace you, Wanda. You will always be my first love.” You stated softly, your heart fluttering at the veracity of your words.

Wanda clenched her eyes close, you closed the distance between you and her standing right in front of her. Your eyes drifting for a moment to see the ring you wanted to give her on her left hand.

“Wanda I loved you with my whole heart, I thought you and I will be forever but after I saw you with Vision, I couldn’t take it.” You mumbled placing a hand on hers, Wanda shivered and she knew there was a finality in your tone.

When she imagined this meeting the outcome was different inside her head. She always thought you would come wanting to go back but not without some kind of request or penance so everything could back to normal. She never imagined the outcome of this would be for Wanda to experience the same broken heart you had experience two years ago.

“I didn’t want this to happen.” Wanda mumbled wrapping her arms around herself, you pressed you lips together stepping back a little. “I thought we…”

“Me too.” You replied.

Wanda was about to take the ring away, but you stopped her offering a bittersweet smile to her.

“I made it for you, so…it’s yours, Wanda.”

The other woman broke into a half smile, but she was looking just miserable, she caressed the ring and the tears fell down slowly.

“Are you…are you happy?” She finally asked, you scowled at that question.

“Are you?”

Wanda sighed looking away before nodding, “yeah, yeah I am.”

You pressed your lips together, lowering your eyes before looking at her.

“That’s good.”

The lie rolled out of her lips easily, and while it was quite evident you knew Wanda was lying neither one of you was about to say anything at all. Wanda put her arms around herself, she wanted to say something else, perhaps asked how long passed after you left for you to get together with Carol, or how exactly did you two ended up being a thing. But Wanda knew that wouldn’t help at all, if anything would make her bitter.

“I guess…you better go back, I…Carol must be waiting for you.” Wanda turned her back to you, her eyes to the city.

You stood behind her, your hand lifting to reach out to her.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if you were to look for her, perhaps to talk or say something, anything that might change your situation and hers. You thought the moment you went back to her, that perhaps the old flame would ignite and that you and Wanda could offer one another a second chance. You were afraid that perhaps what you felt for Carol was just…revenged, and just a sense to fill up a void left by the broken heart.

But it wasn’t like that.

And while a part of you would always love Wanda, she wasn’t the person you were in love with.

Carol was playing with her drink on corner far away from everyone else, she was looking gloomy while pursing her lips. You softened lightly, strolling directly towards her.

“Hey, Marv, why are you pouting?” You chuckled when she lifted her face towards you, her eyes going wide before she tried to play it off.

“I’m no pouting.”

“You certainly look like someone who is pouting.” You chuckled leaning in to peck her cheek.

“I’m no pouting, and what are you doing here? I thought you were still talking to Wanda…” Carol looked away trying to conceal her emotion, she didn’t want to look jealous or insecure, she was supposed to be stronger than this.

You leaned in wrapping your arms around her waist, “mm, I was but now I’m not and I think I want to go home, so…shall we leave?”

Carol narrowed her eyes at you, it took her a moment before she placed a hand on your cheek.

“Are you okay?” She asked, tilting your head slightly.

“I am.” You replied smiling softly.

“Did you two…clear things up?” Carol didn’t want to look eager, nor did she want to sound desperate. But she had always known the conversation with Wanda was something you needed to do.

It was a chapter of your life that was waiting to be closed.

“I did, we did.” You hesitated before continuing. “I realized that a part of me would always love Wanda, she was my first love.”

Carol nodded in understanding, her mind soon brought Maria to memory, and she could relate to what you were saying. She was observing you with care, your eyes gleaming lightly as they locked yours, and Carol felt her heart skipped a beat at the softness and love she found there.

“Then, I realized that you are the love of my life, Carol.” You said it so simply Carol felt her abdomen and her heart flutter, making her body tingle at the revelation. “I am in love you with you, and I can’t imagine anybody else I want to be with but you.”

You had heard before how many people stated Carol Danvers was a flat, unfeeling individual, that she was just too unemotional, and quite incapable of expressing emotion. You had discovered this was far from the truth, Carol was someone who felt too much and suffered in silence; she was just selective with the people she allowed in her life.

“I love you to, Y/N.” She mumbled just before closing the distance and kissing you softly.

“Mhm, I think we better go.” You said smiling goofily at her, “wait until we tell Kamala where we were.”

“Oh, no please, she is going to start arguing with us because we didn’t bring her over.”

“Don’t worry, I have it covered, I ask everyone for their signature.” You replied showing a small notebook you had stolen from Kamala’s room. “I think with this we are forgiven.”

“My hero.” Carol stated rolling her eyes, you winked at her before grabbing her hand and dragging her around the room to say goodbye.

Wanda watched from a distance as you and Carol said goodbye, your face never lost the brightness brough by your smile and your hand never left that of Carol who was following you with tenderness and love all around the room. The young witch knew she had messed up her chances with you, she knew the moment she saw you entered the Avenger’s Tower that what would happen that day would be a final conversation more than anything. Wanda felt her heart break to pieces, her eyes filling up with tears as she finally realized she was alone.

She had tried to cover her mistakes, and her emotions with a meaningless night of passion that had costed her happiness.

Now, as you entered the lift with a laughing Carol by your side, she realized that you had said goodbye to her a long time ago.

That day Wanda had broken your heart while hidden in the shadows.

#personal #fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxreader #female reader

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A/N: Happy Easter to everyone who celebrates! ♥ Some naughty President Loki action seems like a fitting Easter gift to me, what do you think? Also, I’m proud to announce there’s an actual Easter egg in this Imagine that may or may not have something to do with my upcoming English novel… Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2616 Warnings: assassin!Reader, violence, dub-con, smut

One and a half million—as a deposit. That’s how much you demanded to see in your secret bank account before you had even considered going anywhere near what used to be Stark Tower and now acted as a base for him. Loki. President Loki.

You didn’t particularly care who you were supposed to kill, nor who hired you to do it. Governments were corrupted all over the world—there was not a single politician who didn’t act in his own interests rather than the people’s. You were only in it for the money.

President Loki, however… he was different. That man was a god with abilities you wouldn’t even dare dream of as a mere human. Your raised fee would reflect the danger you’d put yourself in if you accepted this mission. And then once the God of Mischief was dead, you’d be ten million dollars richer.

You were the best of the best—you got hired when the job needed to get done. You doubted that anyone else would be capable of sending Loki straight to hell. Or was it Helheim? He was a Norse god, after all. Surely, there was some eternal hellfire reserved for the likes of him.

But then again, you weren’t exactly a saint either. You murdered for money, never questioning whether the person whose life you were going to end was innocent or not. Granted, most of them were not and had red on their ledger one way or another but occasionally… occasionally, they did not deserve to die.

You were pretty certain that Loki did though. He wasn’t the worst ruler this world had ever seen but at the end of the day… he was an alien king forcing humans into submission. You wouldn’t bow to anyone, you thought, as you polished the sharp and hidden blade inside your lipstick. The job was messier when you chose it as your weapon but with Loki, you’d have to be sure. A slit throat would ensure he was truly dead and for that, you would have to get up close.

This time, your approach was going to be a little… unconventional. You had thought about it for a long time—and you had come to the conclusion that there was no other way to get into that tower without getting killed yourself before making it even anywhere near Loki.

Judy Magenta. That was the made-up name you had used to register for the escort service to receive legal identification for offering Loki… your time. It had taken quite a few naughty pictures to lure him in, along with a bought recommendation from another escort girl one of Loki’s lackeys booked regularly.

You had to admit, you did feel a little silly putting on that green glittery cocktail dress after tossing your lipstick knife into your clutch. The black high heels were a lovely touch though. You’d keep them after this job, as a trophy.

“You’re here to… entertain the president tonight?” The bulky bald man who escorted you to the lifts after the taxi driver dropped you off right in front of Stark Tower licked his lips when his greedy gaze travelled up and down your V-shaped cleavage.

“I am,” you gave back with a sweet smile, batting your eyelashes at him all the while you imagined kicking him in the balls until he howled for his mummy. You could tell he kept staring at your body and your rather revealing outfit during the ride up to the penthouse but, for the sake of keeping in mind you were not really an escort girl, you elected to ignore it and said nothing.

President Loki was standing at his bar surrounded by power-hungry politicians eager for his attention. Dressed in a black suit with a green tie and those golden horns on his head, he turned to face you with a glass filled with what you presumed was bourbon in his hand. He lifted his chin in a curious manner, his blue eyes narrowing just a little.

“Mr President…” the bulky bouncer began. “Uh… this is…”

“Judy. Judy Magenta. Your company for the night?” you offered. The bouncer let out a relieved breath.

“Ahh… just in time. I was just about to call it a day.” Loki’s voice was smooth, charming. He had a way with words, you had to give him that. Under different circumstances, you’d even admit that he was outrageously attractive. He was a god, after all. That must have been the reason.

You didn’t know if he’d done this before—or if he’d done it back on Asgard but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter, right? You were only doing this because it would give you the perfect opportunity to get just close enough to kill him and get this over with. Pleasure had no place here.

“Gentlemen… I will see you tomorrow. And you…” His blue eyes fixated on you, involuntarily sending shivers up and down your spine. “…why don’t you wait for me in my bedroom? I will be joining you shortly.”

You almost scoffed. So formal… if the sex was going to be anything like that… ugh. Well, most men with a big ego disappointed under the sheets.

Nodding, you made your way over to the door he pointed at and slid inside, taking in the furniture. A king-size bed with green sheets, of course, hundreds of books on shelves towering up all the way to the ceiling, and a neat desk armed with ink and a green and gold quill. It was very old-fashioned but a surprisingly comfortable room, you decided, as you threw your clutch on the bed.

You’d come prepared. Condoms, lube, even a cock ring. Whatever would tickle his fancy before you’d draw your little knife for a different kind of climax. By the time his lackeys would notice he was dead, you would be long gone. You were wearing a wig tonight as well, along with some coloured contacts to conceal your identity. Life as an assassin was a dangerous and lonely one but you were pretty used to it.

You flipped around when you heard the door open, forcing a fake smile. Loki had removed his horns now, and swapped his suit for a more comfortable outfit. In fact, he was shirtless, putting his pale but trained chest and arms on display. He wasn’t as shredded as Thor but the God of Thunder had never been your type anyway. Loki on the other hand… remember, no pleasure!

Your feigned smile widened as you turned around and moved your fake hair out of the way. “Help me undress?” You felt his presence behind you after a few silent steps, his soft fingers ghosting over your back to unzip you.

Needless to say, you had relinquished wearing any underwear tonight even though you did carry a spare pair of knickers in your clutch just in case. Once he slid the green dress off of your body and you stepped out of it, you turned back around, trailing your fingers over his abs.

“Ready for some fun, Mr President?”

“Loki will suffice, pet,” he replied. Pet? Oh, of course. Complete and utter submission. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him and instead, took his hands in yours and started walking backwards until you could lie down on his bed, pulling him on top of you.

You had to admit, you quite enjoyed how hungrily he glared at your naked body, his blue eyes wandering over every single inch of bare skin as if he was a demon you had summoned and now aimed to please in exchange for his power. The bulge in his trousers grew quickly as he hovered above you.

“Loki,” you repeated, testing his name on your tongue. Then, you reached for your clutch on his bed, pulling out the lube.

“And what’s that when it’s at home?” he asked, eyeing the bottle in your hands suspiciously.

You smiled at him. “Lube will make this experience more enjoyable for the both of us, Loki.”

The God of Mischief frowned. You blinked at him when he began to chuckle as if you’d just told him a hilarious joke.

“I can guarantee you, we will not need it, pet.” You were about to protest when he cupped your cunt with his hand all of a sudden, two fingers lightly stroking over your outer lips. You dropped the small bottle the moment his thumb found your clit, applying just enough pressure to ignite… arousal. He knew what he was doing. You realised that the moment he bent down to pepper your neck with hot kisses and teasing licks, his digits working their magic. He had you wet and ready for him within minutes of this delicious treatment. Fuck… you were not supposed to be enjoying this!

“There we go… it seems your body thinks we don’t need your lube either…”

You gasped for air when he slid two fingers inside of you, curling them at your g-spot. Your hips were bucking up to meet his hand against your will the moment the slick sounds of him fingering you echoed through the silent bedroom.

“Oh… fuck…” That felt good. You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had taken a minute to masturbate. That… that must have been why. You hadn’t had sex in so long that Loki exploring your soaking pussy had you writhing because of your celibate lifestyle.

His dark chuckle went directly between your legs too. And it was only then you realised that his trousers had disappeared into thin air, willed away by magic. You could feel his hard length pressing against your inner thigh, eager to claim you. Much to your own surprise… you wanted him to.

“C-Condom…” you choked out panting. But your reward was Loki removing his fingers from your cunt to instead snatch your wrists and pin them down above your head to render you all but helpless beneath him.

“A condom? I don’t think so, pet…” And with that, he forced himself between your legs and used his free hand to guide himself into your waiting hole. Inch by inch, Loki pushed forward, sheathing his girth inside you until he’d claimed you to the brim. His growl made you moan as he filled you so deliciously well that you believed your pussy was made for him.

When he started moving, you almost forgot why you were here. Loki withdrew almost entirely and then began rutting into you like there was no tomorrow. He fucked the assassin right out of you—for when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he made sure to attack your neck yet again.

Moaning, you arched your back, your breasts brushing against his bare chest with every single thrust of his and fuck, this man knew how to use his tool. Each and every stroke drove you further to what already felt like the best orgasm of your life as the sound of sex and skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“I can feel you tightening around me, pet. Cum. Beg me for my seed,” Loki growled into your ear. You wanted to disobey him—wanted to disobey that commanding tone, that entitled smugness. But you couldn’t. Loki played you like an instrument, taking that delicious climax from you whether you wanted to give it to him or not.

You came around him with a moan, your toes curling and your walls pulsing around him, doing just what he had asked you to do. Your cunt was begging for his seed. He was merciful tonight. Loki reached his own peak with a low growl only moments later, filling you up and staining your walls until it came oozing out of you.

Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, that arsehole had screwed you without a condom! Only now that you came back to your senses did you realise what you had let him do. Okay, don’t freak out… you can get a morning-after pill as soon as you are out the door. You’d ruin everything if you lashed out at him now. Besides… Loki was still hard—and it did not seem like he was going to tire any time soon.

It was three a.m. when he finally let you rest. Your pussy was sore, his cum leaking from almost all of your openings. He’d made you cum for him at least six more times before you’d lost count and now… now he was sound asleep next to you.

Time to strike.

As quiet as a mouse so you wouldn’t wake him up, you reached for your clutch that had at some point fallen to the floor, retrieving your lipstick knife. Then, you climbed on top of him, revealing the blade in the dark. You could barely make out his features with the curtains drawn but your eyes were trained to work in the shadows.

You gripped your weapon tighter, ready to slit his throat.

“I wonder…”, he mused with a start. You froze. “I wonder how much money you were offered to try.” He’s awake. “Are you going to tell me, pet?”

Your heart was beating so fast you worried it would jump straight out of your chest. Your paralysis lasted for only a second too long. By the time you reacted to finish what you’d started and kill him, he’d already overwhelmed you. Loki snatched your wrist so harshly you were forced to drop your weapon. He flipped you both over so you came to lie on the bed beneath him, his face only inches from yours. You winced when he ripped the wig off of you.

“Now… I’m impressed. You went to considerable lengths to get close to me. But you see, pet, I am the God of Mischief. I’m not easily tricked.” Cold shivers ran up and down your spine when he proceeded to call you by your real name. “But I must admit,” he went on, “that I am also a little disappointed. You know the punishment for attempted assassination of your king, do you not?”

Death. Execution. You swallowed thickly. How had he found out? He’d known. He’d known this entire time you were no real escort girl and still… he’d still fucked you! You gnashed your teeth, narrowing your eyes at him with anger usurping your growing fear.

“It’s a shame, really… you would make such a fine pet. Hmm…” He paused, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent deeply. “I think I’m going to keep you.”

Your eyes widened. “Kill me or let me go, Loki. I’m not playing your stupid games.”

“Oh, but you will, pet. You better get used to your new surroundings. You won’t be leaving any time soon.”

He made you moan involuntarily when he pushed inside of you without any forewarning. You hadn’t even realised he’d gotten hard again.

“Now…” he mused. “How much was it?” His lazy strokes made you even angrier—it felt good. Too fucking good.

“Ten… million,” you spat through gritted teeth.

“Ahh… well, I hope the money was worth your freedom. Because you are mine now, my little assassin.”

You wanted to punch him, scratch him and bite him, to wipe that mischievous smirk from his face. But you couldn’t. Not right now anyway—Loki kept rutting into you until you were sure to lose consciousness. My little assassin… you hated the depraved and lascivious part of you that enjoyed the idea of him keeping you as a pet.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow you’d finish your mission, right after… right after you’d let him give you another orgasm. You’d… find a way… surely…

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infinitystoner · 1 year

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Read on AO3 | LOKI MASTERLIST Summary: You and Loki seek out some much-needed alone time whilst celebrating Tony and Pepper’s upcoming nuptials. (Or, the gang goes to Mexico.) Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word count: 6.4k Content/Warnings: Alcohol, Smut, Established Relationship, (Accidental) Edging, Thigh Riding, Delayed Orgasm, Public Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, P-in-V, Semi-Public Sex, Second Person POV Rating: Explicit; 18+ (minors DNI)

Author's note: Here it is, folks. My first tumblr one-shot.

“Tony wasn’t kidding when he said Pepper runs a tight ship,” mused Natasha as she leaned back against the bar. “We’ve been here for two days. I can’t believe this is the first chance we’ve gotten to actually relax.”

Bruce opened his mouth to respond, but Natasha held up her hand, effectively cutting him off.

“Mandatory meditation is not my idea of relaxation.”

You’d all been a bit disgruntled when you realized Pepper’s bachelorette party was going to be more ‘stringent wellness retreat’ than ‘indulgent tropical getaway.’ And when Tony offered you three extra days in paradise, he conveniently forgot to mention Pepper’s idea of a good time. Jane seemed to be enjoying everything, at least.

And Bruce? Well, he just wanted a few days of peace and quiet at the beach.

Instead, your little group had engaged in a rigid itinerary of sunrise yoga, visualization exercises, nature hikes, and guided meditations.

“Oh, come on. It hasn’t been that bad,” you replied unconvincingly, climbing onto a stool and placing your empty glass on the bar. You let out a sigh as you fidgeted with the strap of your bikini top. “But, honestly? I can’t wait ‘til the guys get here.”

“Hey now, wait just a minute. Am I not fun enough for you?” Bruce asked as he refilled your drink.

“Relax, big guy. No one is questioning your… capabilities,” crooned Nat, giving him a wink. Her gaze then returned to you, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“And don’t you mean you can’t wait ‘til your god gets here?” she mused, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah! Don’t pretend like you’re not having Asgardian dick withdrawals,” Wanda called from the adjoining cabana.

They’re not wrong, you thought, as a sinful image of an utterly spent Loki infiltrated your brain.

“Oh, come on. I don’t want to hear this,” Bruce muttered as his cheeks flushed.

“Ignore them,” you whispered, rolling your eyes as you hopped off the barstool. “They’re just jealous!” you added loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“Hardly,” scoffed Wanda.

“Jealous of Loki, maybe,” Nat shot back, slapping your ass as you passed in front of her.

You spun on your heels, looking her up and down. “Is that an offer, Romanoff?”

“You’re ridiculous,” she snickered, waving you off. “Go on, little vixen. You better rest up before Loki gets here.”

The sun was slowly setting on the horizon, casting a hazy orange glow over the villa’s patio. You paused to inhale the crisp ocean air before settling into the cabana’s daybed next to Wanda. Your mind, unsurprisingly, wandered back to Loki. Just the playful mention of him had you yearning for your god.

A giddy sensation washed over you as you shifted against the chair, attempting to quell the arousal pooling between your thighs. You crossed your ankles, glancing down as you did so. The bruises Loki’s fingertips pressed into your hips were a memory now, and the markings his sinful mouth left along your inner thighs the last time you were together had all but faded away.

It had been twelve days since you last saw him. Touched him. Tasted him. Ravished him. Twelve excruciating days – the longest you’d been apart since the start of your relationship.

He and Thor had only just returned from Vanaheim when they’d been summoned to some remote part of Greenland on a mission. And you’d already left for Mexico by the time they returned to the compound. Unfortunately, neither Odinson saw the need for “Midgardian tech” such as smartphones, so you’d only spoken with Loki through official comms channels. Which certainly didn’t allow for discussion of personal matters. Like how badly you missed him. And how you thought of him each night and every morning. How you longed to feel the spark of otherworldly power that surged through your body when his skin touched yours. Or how you needed his nimble fingers and warm tongue to make you come. How you craved the euphoric pleasure only he could draw from your body. And how you ached to feel the weight of his heavy, godly cock on your—

“Hello!?” Wanda wriggled her fingers in front of your face, the sound of her rings clinking together snapping you out of your salacious daydream. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“Sorry. What?” you blinked up at her as she rolled her eyes.

“Steve just texted. They’re 10 minutes out.”

You heard blaring rock music as you walked the stone path to the front of the villa, finally spotting the source: two top-down Jeeps ceremoniously circling the roundabout. Tony stood in the passenger seat of the one nearest you, arms outstretched and a smug grin on his face.

“The party has arrived!”

“Tony Stark. Genius. Billionaire. Diva extraordinaire,” mocked Natasha, nudging you with her shoulder.

You snorted. “And he calls Loki dramatic–”

At that very moment, you spotted him in the backseat of Tony’s Jeep, cramped between Thor and a pile of luggage. Loki’s back was to you as you approached, but you could tell by his exaggerated gestures that he was undoubtedly bickering with his brother about something.

“Move over, you oaf!” he strained, pulling against the seat belt covering his waist, the end of which was pinned under Thor’s thigh.

You leaned against the Jeep, draping your arms across the open window.

“Having some trouble there, Mischief?” you teased, biting back your amusement. Loki snapped his head back, the scowl on his face disappearing as soon as his eyes met yours. His lips curled into an impish grin as he flicked his wrist, evaporating the belt in a glimmer of emerald light.

You took a step back as he gracefully exited the vehicle, throwing your arms around his neck as soon as his feet made contact with the pavement.

“Norns, I have missed you, woman,” he growled, nipping at your ear. A few of his windswept curls tickled your cheek as he kissed along your jawline, making you giggle.

“And you have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Loki,” you responded, running your hand along his torso as he hiked his bag over his shoulder. You bit your lip to avoid gawking at the way his t-shirt strained against his muscled chest.

“Oh, I think I have some idea, little one,” Loki whispered, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear and sending a frantic, tingling sensation across your skin.

“Jeez. Get a room, why don’t ya,” Bruce mumbled as he walked by your little reunion.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind.” Loki wrapped his arm around your waist, his agile fingers wandering along the waistband of your shorts, his eyes alight with mischief. “Lead the way, love?”

There was no need to ask twice. You could barely contain your giddiness as you tugged Loki along the trail leading to the private entrance of your suite.

“Hey, hey! Not so fast, you two,” Tony called out. “Everyone! Can I have your attention? Pep just informed me that she and Jane have prepared a delicious meal for us. For all of us.” He cast you and Loki a knowing look. “So, go on, get settled in, and we’ll gather for dinner out on the veranda in fifteen.”

You and Loki quickly made the trek to your room, stumbling through the door in a tangled mess of groping limbs and desperate kisses.

“I hope you’ve gotten your fill of paradise, love, because you and I will not be leaving this room until I’ve thoroughly ravaged you,” Loki said breathlessly, finally breaking your kiss. Your heart caught in your throat at the site of his wicked tongue darting out to wet his lips as he pushed the beach coverup off your shoulders.

“And I can assure you, it’s going to take a lot longer than 15 minutes,” he added before kissing along your collarbones, lightly nipping at the skin with his teeth.

Your cunt throbbed at the idea of being fucked absolutely senseless for the remainder of the trip, and you shuffled as wetness gathered in your bikini bottoms. You couldn’t contain the nervous giggle that escaped your lips as you ran your hands up the plane of Loki’s firm torso, attempting to steady yourself in the presence of the seductive demi-god.

“Oh, is something funny, love?” Loki growled as he stepped back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. Your giggling subsided and your breath hitched as you took in his lithe figure, your eyes trailing down his pale chest and along the distinct lines of his abdomen.

“N-no,” you stammered, instinctively taking a step back as he stalked toward you. He was the predator, and you his prey.

“I didn’t think so,” Loki wryly replied, snatching you by the wrist and pulling you close. Your skin ignited under his touch, arousal searing through every vein and settling in your soaked core. In one swift movement, he spun you around and tossed you onto the bed, your body bouncing softly on the mattress. You yelped as Loki’s large hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing them apart as he settled between your legs.

“My love, I’ve been a wreck without you,” he murmured against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses along your stomach.

“You’ve no idea how much I’ve longed for you. Craved you. Your touch, your body, your magnificent little cunt.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them over your hips and down your legs. You mewled shamelessly as his hand trailed over your bikini bottoms before dipping inside.

“Fuck. Yes, Loki,” you gasped as his practiced fingers easily found your throbbing clit; it didn’t take long before his slow, methodical movements had you teetering on the verge of madness. You whimpered, groping his backside and jerking your hips upward as you chased the friction sparking between your bodies.

“...and those delicious sounds you make. You’re all I’ve been able to think about these past weeks.” Loki placed his hand along your neck, his thumb lightly pressing against the hollow of your throat as his smoldering gaze trailed down to your lips. A soft smile crossed his face as he looked at you with half-lidded eyes filled with adoring devotion. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

You moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped past your lips, deepening the kiss. You wanted — needed him so badly. Your hands slid down between your bodies, hastily unzipping his jeans and pushing them over the firm curve of his ass.

“Gods, yes,” he groaned as he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin of your neck. Loki sucked a bruise into your flesh as he rolled his hips into yours, the drag of his erection against your aching clit causing every fiber of your being to unravel.

“Not again,” a deep voice reverberated through the room, abruptly pulling you from the haze of passion encompassing you. Frozen, you stared up at Loki wide-eyed. He exhaled, a look of pure aggravation on his face as he peered over his shoulder to face the intruder: Thor.

“By all the gods, Thor…” Loki snarled as he effortlessly pushed himself off the bed, drawing the duvet over your body as he did so.

“I swear, I didn’t see anything.”

The usually imposing Asgardian leaned his large form against the doorframe, his eyes squeezed shut and a sheepish grin on his face. He barked out a hearty laugh as he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Except Loki’s arse!”

“Do you have a death wish today, brother?” Loki hissed, tugging his jeans back over his bum.

If Loki didn’t vanquish his brother for his ill-timed intrusion, then you would. You’d never held an ounce of disdain for the God of Thunder, but nullifying your claim on such a divine ass was reason enough to smite him where he stood.

“The hell, Thor. You could’ve at least knocked,” you offered as you scooted off the edge of the bed. Loki glanced back at you, his eyes softening for a moment when he realized you had managed to compose yourself.

“I did knock. Several times, actually. I would like to think I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to you two.”

Loki’s brows furrowed in confusion before a look of realization spread across his face.

“Oh shit. I must’ve gotten carried away when casting the silencing charm,” he murmured, giving you an apologetic glance.

“While also neglecting to secure the door?” you teased, a part of you delighting in the fact that the carnal need to claim you had affected the usually calm and calculating God of Mischief in such a way.

“What can I say, darling. You are quite the distraction.”

“Ahem,” Thor cleared his throat, interrupting your dalliance and once again claiming stake to his irrefutable third-wheel status.

Christ. The elder god was surely hellbent on extinguishing any lingering flames of unsated desire between you and his brother. Defeated, you began to rummage through your luggage for something to wear.

“I truly did not think anyone was inside,” he said regretfully.

“And why, pray tell, are you even here?” Loki asked, grabbing his t-shirt off the floor.

“There aren’t enough rooms,” Thor explained with a deep sigh. You heard him mumble something about doubling up as you pulled a sundress over your head.

“As you can see, this room is already at double occupancy, brother. Now, if you’ll excuse us—” Loki began as he futilely attempted to usher his brother back outside.

“Wait a minute, Loki,” you interrupted, curiosity getting the better of you. “Thor, why aren’t you staying with Jane?”

“Oh. Um. About that. We are, what I believe you call, ‘off again,’” he replied, making air quotes with his fingers.

Loki scoffed, throwing his hands up in disbelief. “Perfect timing, as usual, Thor. Honestly.”

“Jane dumped you?” It wasn’t exactly the most surprising news.

“No. No.” Thor chuckled nervously. “It was a… a mutual parting. But not mutual enough that I am comfortable staying in her room.”

You hummed, daring to glance at Loki as an idea formed in your mind.

“Don’t,” he mouthed, but it was too late.

“Of course you can stay with us,” you blurted out, noting the sense of relief on Thor’s face and ignoring the disbelief on Loki’s. “I think Pepper said that’s a sleeper sofa,” you pointed to the sitting area beyond the bedroom. “So there’s plenty of room.”

After your sudden act of compassion, you could practically feel the frustration rolling off Loki in waves.

“Why would you–” he paused, a frown marring his perfect face as his eyes searched yours.

“It’s going to be okay, Loki,” you said in what you hoped was a convincing tone, even as you silently cursed your own benevolence. As annoying as Thor could be, you still had a soft spot for him.

“I don’t see how being denied pleasure is ever okay,” Loki scoffed, setting his jaw in obvious offense.

“You are not being denied anything, Loki,” you laughed. As you turned back around, he grabbed your wrists, tugging you toward him as he sat down on the bed. You glimpsed over your shoulder at Thor, who was still preoccupied with setting up the sofa bed.

Loki’s hands found your waist, his thumbs rubbing small circles against your hip bones as you returned your attention to him.

“I disagree, pet.”

He’s so dramatic, you thought, standing between his sprawled legs and running your hands along his strong, muscular thighs. His breath hitched as your palms reached the crease of his hips, and when your fingertips brushed against his straining erection, you heard a low rumbling in his throat. A shiver of fervid longing coursed through you as your heart beat wildly against your ribcage. You knew you’d give him whatever he wanted. And you needed him to know that right now.

“I promise you, my king. You will not be denied. Anything.”

Your breath fanned against the shell of his ear before you roughly pulled his earlobe between your teeth. Loki tightened his grip on your hips as you continued your exploration down his neck. A surge of power washed over you when you heard the faintest whimper escape his lips as you flicked your tongue over his pulse point. You were the one in control now.

“Darling, you know I live to serve only you, but—” he rasped, his tone inflecting a hint of warning. A futile attempt to regain the upper hand.

“So you’ll be patient then, yes?” you asked with a coy grin, leaning back to look him in the eyes. You knew you were playing with fire, but sometimes he made it too easy.

Loki’s jaw clenched, a muscle below his chiseled cheekbone flexing in irritation. He exhaled through his nose, his eyes flickering with a primal hunger as his gaze bore into you.

Oh, no.

“But this is going too far,” he murmured through gritted teeth as he stood, the low timbre of his voice sending a thrill down your spine.

“Loki, I-”

“I’m famished. To the feast!” Thor interrupted, casually tossing his arms around your and Loki’s shoulders as he ushered you out the door.

Dinner was an uneventful affair, all things considered. You went back to your room with Thor and Nat in tow, a situation which caused Loki to grow more peeved with each passing minute.

“Why can’t Romanoff adorn her own face? In her own room?” he asked pointedly, following you and Natasha into the en suite.

“Because I am doing it for her,” you said matter-of-factly, avoiding eye contact with the tenacious god.

“But, darling, I convinced Thor to… go elsewhere,” Loki murmured, catching your gaze in the mirror. You quickly looked away, knowing you would give in if you allowed yourself to lose focus.

“Wow,” mouthed Nat, raising her brows in amusement as Loki paced behind you, determined to draw your attention back to him.

“I could— ” he began, tilting his head as a ripple of seidr washed over him, conjuring a new outfit. He stepped back with a flourish, spinning around to give you a better view. And damn, what a view it was. His wild beach curls were now slicked back, and a black knit polo hugged his torso and biceps. His long, muscular legs strained against perfectly tailored trousers as he shifted on his feet (which, of course, now donned his favorite Gucci loafers).

“—quite easily conjure party attire for you. Both.” He smirked as he noticed you lustfully gawking at him.

Absolutely devastating, you thought. Who gave him the right to look so damn good?

It took every last drop of your self-control not to punt Nat out the door like a football and climb him like a goddamn tree. Your face burned under his intense gaze, the obvious desire swirling in his stormy green eyes sending a jolt of arousal through you and causing your cunt to clench in anticipation.

“We appreciate the offer, Loki. Truly,” Natasha mockingly responded as she shooed him out the door. “But we’re gonna go about this the old-fashioned way, okay, lyubovnik?”

Loki huffed and opened his mouth to respond, but she promptly slammed the door in his face.

Shit.

“Well, c’mon,” she said nonchalantly, sitting back down at the vanity and rummaging through her makeup bag. “Time for you to work your magic.”

You and Nat took your time getting ready, and the festivities were well underway once you arrived at the party. Tony, Pepper, and some other members of the team were dancing on the veranda. Bruce waved at you from the bar, excitedly pointing to the platform by the pool, where one of Tony’s iron suits was currently DJing.

You scanned the crowd for Loki, finally spotting him on the far side of the bar: His impressive form leaned back against the cushions of a patio sofa, legs sluttishly splayed wide, clenched fists resting on his thighs. Heat burned your cheeks as you imagined yourself on your knees between his legs, worshipping your god in the ways you knew best. Drawing those sweet, rapturous sounds from his throat as you gagged around him–

Fuck. You were going to combust if you didn’t have Loki soon. As you hurriedly made your way over to him, a strong arm tugged you in the opposite direction and onto the makeshift dance floor.

“Little friend, let us dance!” Thor bellowed, taking you by the hand and spinning you haphazardly into his chest. You could feel Loki’s stare boring through you, but one dance couldn’t hurt, right?

Several dances (and drinks) later, you finally joined Loki on the patio. You were perched in his lap, unable to resist the temptation of his tantalizing thighs. The way the fabric clung to the solid expanse of muscles was enough to drive you mad. As if they're begging to be liberated from those trousers, you thought. Good thing you were more than happy to provide some relief.

“You’re playing a dangerous game tonight, pet,” he murmured, lowering his voice so only you could hear him. He shifted beneath you, causing the fabric of your halter mini dress to ride up your legs.

“Hmm?” you responded absent-mindedly, taking a shot of tequila as his fingertips brushed along the top of your exposed thigh.

“Teasing me. Denying me,” Loki retorted, tightening his grip on your hips. “And worst of all, dancing with my brother.”

“Me dancing with Thor has never bothered you before, Loki,” you responded, purposefully ignoring the first part of his accusation. If he was going to keep playing games, so were you.

Loki hummed. “Well, I’ve never seen the two of you dance quite like that.”

“It’s a party. What would you rather have me do?” you mused, twisting a lock of his hair around your finger. You were enjoying this.

“Dance with me.”

The heated look he gave you in response was absolutely ravenous. The slow spread of a mischievous grin across his face, the suggestive slant of his eyebrows, the wanton glint in his eyes. All of it was familiar to you, and yet your entire body ignited as if he was looking at you – claiming you – for the first time. You inhaled sharply as he ran the tip of his cool nose along the column of your neck.

“Or, if you’re not interested, perhaps I can convince the Black Widow…” he teased, interrupting your thoughts.

“You’ll have to peel her off of Banner first.” You tipped your chin toward the bar, where Nat had cornered a clearly flustered Bruce.

You ran your hand around the nape of his neck and dug your nails into the base of his scalp. As your other hand roamed along his inner thigh, you let your index finger graze over the bulge at the apex of his thighs.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me after all.”

Loki exhaled, his long eyelashes fluttering against his sharp cheekbones. You delighted in the way his leg twitched as his fingers dug into your hips, so you pressed your palm against his hardening cock, determined to fluster him with your touch.

“Heh.” Loki quickly stood, pushing you off his lap but keeping his hands around your waist, nodding to Vision and Wanda, who had joined you on the sofa. “If you’ll excuse us...”

“Why do you insist on teasing me so?” Loki growled, pulling your backside flush against him, the stiffening evidence of his arousal firm against your ass. He leaned his head down, nipping at your earlobe. “You just can’t control yourself, can you?”

“I thought you liked to be teased, Loki,” you taunted, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, gently tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.

“It’s cute. When you act all controlling like this,” Loki replied, grinding his hips into yours as you began to fall into a rhythm. “When we both know I’ll be the one having my way with you, again and again, before this night is over.”

Yes. His words sent a thrill through you, and your skin ignited as the need to have him absolutely destroy you took over your every thought.

“You’re so gorgeous when you blush for me, sweet girl.” Loki cupped your face, his thumbs stroking your flushed cheeks before capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. His tongue languidly glided between your parted lips as he kissed you. You responded with equal enthusiasm, letting all your love for him melt into the kiss.

“Norns, woman,” Loki sighed, finally breaking away. He ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip as he slowly rolled his hips into you.

All inhibition left your body as the music thumped louder, your heart rate increasing with the beat. Leaning back, you raised your arms over your head as your hips continued to rock in rhythm. Everything else ceased to exist. There was only you and Loki, moving together as one.

Goosebumps trailed from the swell of your breast down to the curve of your hip, igniting under Loki’s fingertips as they deftly roamed the left side of your body.

Had his touch always been this electric? This sensual? This powerful? You gasped, his soft curls tickling your collarbones as he bent down to pepper open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, slowly making his way down between the valley of your breasts. He moaned against your exposed skin, his warm breath teasing your nipple beneath the thin fabric of your dress. The pure eroticism of the moment had you thrumming with anticipation. You hummed, relishing the feeling of his lips exploring your body.

“If you two don’t cool it down, Cap over there is gonna blow a gasket,” interrupted Tony, nodding toward the bar.

Loki huffed, pulling away from you. “Stark, I really don’t–”

“Tequila? No? All right.” Tony waved a glass in your face before downing the drink. “You. Guys. Behave. Okay?” he added, repeatedly poking a finger into Loki’s chest as each word left his lips. Loki glowered, clenching his fists as Tony dramatically sashayed away.

“Relax, Loki. He’s drunk. It’s fine,” you said, placing your hand on his cheek as you pressed your body against his. You weren’t about to let another one of Earth’s mightiest heroes disturb your evening, even if it was his bachelor party. “Forget about them. Just focus on this,” you continued, intertwining your fingers with his. “On us. On me.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed for a moment before a playful grin tugged at his lips. He couldn’t – wouldn’t – deny you. “As you wish, darling.”

You gave him a playful smile, your eyes fluttering shut as you continued to dance, focusing on the sensation of the deep bass thundering in time with your heartbeat. Loki’s thigh found its way between your legs, pressing up into your core as you slowly gyrated against it. A dizzying sensation overtook you as his fingertips dug into your hips, his hands urging you to quicken your unrelenting grind. Your mouth fell open as an intense wave of endorphins thrummed through your body, pulsing in your core as your thrusts met the rising tempo of the song. As if sensing your euphoria, Loki shifted his stance, his quad muscle tightening beneath you, his fingers groping your ass. You let go, relishing the feeling of becoming one with the music.

Certainly, the beat was going to drop soon? The build-up was becoming too much. You were right there, on the precipice–

Your eyes snapped open as the reality of the situation hit you. You lurched upward into Loki’s chest, bunching the front of his shirt in your fist.

“L-Loki–” you stuttered, eyes widening at the sight of him as the light from the tiki torches flickered across his sharp features. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his pupils blown wide with lust. He smirked as his gaze trailed longingly down your body.

He looked like he was going to devour you. And fuck, if that isn’t exactly what you wanted. Suddenly, you became very aware of the wet heat pooling between your legs. A deep, trembling breath escaped your lips as your traitorous hips rolled against Loki’s thigh.

Biting back a moan, you clutched at Loki’s broad shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under your fingers. You blinked up at him, trying to focus on his godly form towering above you. Any mischief that had been present in his eyes minutes before was now gone, replaced with a look of longing and primal desire.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Loki rasped as he tightened his grip on your hips, tugging your body further up his leg.

You quickly glanced around, realizing that he had maneuvered you across the stone patio and into a darkened corner. He peppered kisses along your neck as you leaned back against a column. Just beyond you, the party was still in full view.

“Loki, I- I can’t– not here.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you replied without a moment’s hesitation.

“Then show me how much you want me,” he responded, his breath hot against your neck as he hiked your leg over his hip, his long fingers wrapping around your thigh. You rolled your hips against him, your mouth falling open in a silent whimper as the fabric of his trousers dragged against your swollen clit. A surge of arousal thrummed through your core, and you buried your face in his chest as you stifled a groan.

Loki gently cupped your cheek, guiding your head back against the column.

“I need to see you come undone,” he murmured as you shuddered against him, every rational thought ridding itself of your mind. You grasped his shoulders, bucking against his thigh and setting a devastating rhythm that drove you to the edge.

“Fuck,” you hissed, blood pounding in your ears. It was too much. You squeezed your eyes closed as the sensations quickly overpowered you, and just as you were about to cry out in reckless abandon, Loki covered your mouth with his, capturing your lips in a kiss. Your body convulsed as waves of ecstasy flowed through your body, your vision momentarily going dark.

“My sweet girl. You were so good for me,” you heard Loki whisper somewhere in the distance as the aftershocks of your climax slowly dissipated.

“Loki, that was–” you panted, finally finding your voice. “I can’t believe– thank you.” The words of gratitude stumbled from your lips again and again as Loki chuckled.

“Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

He took your hand in his and pulled you further onto the darkened path leading to the beach. Your legs wobbled underneath you, your body still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

“Where are we going, Loki?” you asked, stopping when you reached the sand. He turned, giving you a puzzled look as you bent down to undo the straps of your shoes.

“I can’t walk in these heels through the sand,” you explained as you caught your breath. “And you need to slow down. I’m still–”

You shrieked as your world suddenly upended. Loki had tossed you over his shoulder, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as your chest bounced against his back. It was exhilarating, being with him like this.

“Loki! You’re ridiculous!” you giggled as he strode along the tree line, stopping once you’d reached an imposing boulder near the water’s edge.

He placed you down gently, steadying you as his hands trailed along your hips, his piercing green eyes drinking in the sight before him.

“Loki, I–” you started, your heart skipping a beat as you noted the reverence on his face.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, looking into your eyes as he pinned you against the cool boulder. His gaze trailed down, observing all the places your bodies touched. “And you’re mine.”

He nipped at the corner of your jaw as he hiked up the skirt of your dress, and you wasted no time wrapping your legs around his waist. A soft moan tumbled from your lips as you watched him move a hand between your bodies, rucking up his shirt and unfastening his trousers, freeing his hard, flushed cock.

“I need to see you come again,” he rasped, running his hands over your ass and down the back of your thighs. His touch felt electric, and the carnal sounds rumbling in his throat made you dizzy with desperate urgency. You yelped as he yanked your underwear from your body, the delicate material shredding easily under his brute force.

He hoisted you further up his body, a broken groan slipping from him as he felt your wet cunt slide against his abdomen. Passion sparked in your veins as you tangled your hand in the soft, dark curls at the nape of his neck, and you whimpered as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. The anticipation of your impending intimacy was quickly hurtling you toward another orgasm.

“Please, Loki. I need you,” you begged as he massaged one of your breasts. His masterful fingers tweaked your nipple, the mixture of pain and pleasure thrumming through your body and down to your core. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as your back scraped against the cool, damp boulder.

“You’ll be the end of me,” he murmured against your skin, tightening his grip on your hip as he pushed the head of cock inside you with a swift thrust. You shivered and let out a deep groan as Loki slowly filled you with his girth.

He pressed his forehead against yours, moaning a string of old Norse curses as he rocked into you. The heady scent of his musk combined with the sheer power emanating from him made you delirious, and the animalistic grunts tumbling from his throat had your cunt pulsing with need. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear, whispering words of praise.

“Gods, I will never get enough of you.” The words dripped from his lips like honey wine. Intoxicating. You bucked against him, inhaling sharply as you adjusted to the sensation of your pulsing cunt stretching to take him inch by inch. You were so full. So complete.

Loki groaned, his breath becoming ragged and uneven as he bottomed out. He gazed at you, ravenous lust swirling with reverent devotion in his darkened eyes. As if he was totally mesmerized by how small – how delicate – you seemed, slowly writhing underneath him.

You clenched around him, slowly rolling your hips and grinding into him. Loki let out a strangled whimper and nipped at your neck as he pushed deeper inside you.

He choked out a ragged breath as his hips met yours. “Y-yes. That’s it. Gods, you take me so well.”

So, you did it again, chasing the euphoric feeling taking over your body. You clung to Loki as he bent his knees, shifting his hips in a way that made his cock slowly drag against the sensitive spot deep inside you. You cried out his name, digging your nails into his back as your body responded to the building friction.

“Tell me,” Loki grunted through gritted teeth as your bodies moved in tandem. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want – fuck – want you to wreck me,” you replied, your breath hitching as you arched into him, dragging your clit against his abdomen. He caught your lips in a blistering kiss, full of passion and yearning. You felt him grab your knee, pressing it back so he could fuck you harder, deeper. The new angle made his pelvis grind against your clit with every unrelenting stroke, sparking your need for more. Intense sensations fired across your body in response to the lewd sound of Loki’s cock thrusting deep inside your cunt.

You screamed out as your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, coming even harder than before. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as entire universes revealed themselves to you as your body shuddered in Loki’s embrace.

“Fuck, darling.” Loki clutched at the boulder, searching for purchase and bracing himself against his own impending orgasm. The muscles in his forearm tightened, and just the sight of the tension in them, the strength of his hands, and the way the tendons rose up against the skin sent another tingling thrill through you.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation of being used as he chased his own pleasure. He choked out your name, and you knew he was close. His name became a mantra, falling from your lips repeatedly as you continued to grind into him, your cunt contracting around him as aftershocks rolled through your body.

With a final snap of his hips, Loki spilled inside you, reaching his climax with a guttural roar. He rode through his high with shallow thrusts before he leaned back, his mouth puffing out a satisfied laugh. The two of you hadn’t wandered that far down the beach, and everyone likely heard your cries of ecstasy, but you didn’t give a single fuck. The only thing that mattered was Loki. He was the beginning and end of everything. And he was yours.

“Loki,” you said his name softly as your own orgasm faded. The waning moonlight cast a bluish glow over his dark, tousled hair and pale skin, the thin sheen of sweat on his face highlighting his impossible beauty. He was absolutely breathtaking. Ethereal.

“That was certainly worth the wait,” you said breathlessly, caressing the sharp line of his cheekbone with your thumb as he looked down at you in pure adoration. He turned his head slightly so he could kiss along the inside of your palm.

“Mm,” he hummed contentedly into your wrist, resting his forehead against yours before slowly withdrawing and gently lowering your legs back to the ground.

“I guess we should head back to the party?” you asked after a moment, smoothing your dress as Loki moved to tuck himself back into his pants. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending shivers rolling down your spine as your body flared with a new sense of longing.

“Oh, my love. The party can wait,” Loki replied, a devilish smirk spreading across his face as he dropped to his knees, his cool hands running up your thighs. “You and I still have a lot of catching up to do.”

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Curiosity {Loki x Goddess!Reader}

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Even if he's a creepy ass mother fcker, he has one of the prettiest pair of eyes I've ever seen

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Throughout the entire council, you stared at the green haired god with your eyes full of curiosity. You weren't even paying any attention to the topics spoken between your fellow deities, too fixated on the Norse god's head.

"I wonder if Loki's hair is as soft as it appears?" You pondered, your eyes shining with more curiosity. Your hands were rested on your lap, gripping your dress.

You were so distracted, you didn't notice that the council had ended until one of your servants grabbed your attention.

"Lady (Y/n), the council has ended." She said. You hummed and got up from your seat that resembled your throne back at home. You gave her a smile and walked behind her. Your servant guided you out of the meeting room and put a protective arm in front of you when one of the minor gods walked past you.

"Ah, there's no need for that, my child. I'm capable to protecting myself." You tried to reassure her. The girl's face flushed in embarrassment, bowing down repeatedly.

"I apologise, Lady (Y/n)!" She said, her voice filled with panic. You blinked and gave her a soft pat on her head, like you always do to your servants.

"Don't apologise, my child. You did nothing wrong." You said to the girl, standing her up straight. You often treated your servants like they were your children, so this wasn't a surprise to the female servant.

"Now, please go do your duties. I don't need help with anything right now." You urged, waving your hand to dismiss her. The girl stuttered out a protest, but you ignored it and went on with your day. You let out melodious hums, making your way out of the castles. A gentle breeze hits your face and blows through your hair. Suddenly, you detected a faint but familiar presence behind you.

"I know you're there, Loki. Your stealth doesn't work on me anymore." You casually cheered, your smile ever so sweet when the god decided to show himself.

"Aww, little jewel~ always ruining the fun~" He teased, patting your head like a puppy. You rolled your eyes playfully, punching his shoulder softly.

"And how am I ruining the fun?" You snickered.

"You seriously don't know? I knew how you were looking at me." His lips formed a slightly crooked smile, leaning closer to your face. Your playfulness completely disappeared, the heat rising to your face.

"You were staring at me the entire time, like a curious little kitten~"

"I wonder why- huh?" Loki completely stopped talking when he felt your hand on his head, stroking it. Your (E/c) orbs widen with fascination.

"I only started at you because I was rather curious about your hair. I never knew it was this soft!" You continued to play with his hair, accidentally brushing your fingertips against his face and jaw. The god, however, didn't know how to reply. He certainly didn't expect such boldness from a goddess like you. It didn't mean he hated the feeling. In fact, he loved it.

"Your hair's so soft!" You cooed, pulling him in for a hug and resting your head on his own. It would've been somewhat nice...

If he wasn't suffocating in your chest.

Loki didn't know where to put his hands, too distracted with the soft and warm feeling of your chest. Yes, he has noticed how voluptuous you were, but never paid full attention to it until now.

"I was right. Your hair is as soft as I thought." You couldn't help but fawn over the god's hair. Finally, on his end, you let him go, your hand reaching down to pat his head once again. When you pulled your hand away, Loki grabbed it.

"You think you can get away with what you just did?" He hissed, his hand tightened around your wrist. You were scared he was mad, but quickly noticed the lack of hostility in his tone and calmed down.

"With what?"

Loki kept his mouth shut and dragged you to his room, pushing you in and locked it. Unexpectedly, he put you on the bed and hovered over you with a wicked grin.

"You can put those hands to good use~"

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superficialdomina · 1 year

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Devoted

A/N: My humble contribution to @sarahscribbles Big Follower Celebration!

Prompts: Rooftop, rain

Warnings: Smut. 18+; minors DNI. Sub!Loki x Domme!reader; established D/s relationship. P in V. One slap. Loki is a good boy.

WC: 2456

Loki knelt on the rooftop terrace, eyes closed, concentrating. He noted the dull ache that had crept up his back, the pain of the hard surface beneath his shins, the strain on his neck from the weight of his bowed head. He felt the tickle of his long curls as they caressed the side of his face in the gentle breeze, and fought the urge to brush them away. Breathe, he told himself. Concentrate on your breath.

“Don’t move,” you had said, placing a gentle hand on Loki’s lowered head, softly catching his hair in your fingers and giving a gentle tug, the way you might reassure yourself that a rope was secure. And then you had walked away, back behind the glass doors of the covered rooftop.

Don’t move, you had said, and the words crashed through his mind again now. Don’t move.

And he hadn’t.

It was a test. He understood that. And he relished the chance to demonstrate his devotion to you.

The discomfort was challenging, but nothing he couldn’t overcome. You had taught him that. Use it, you had said. Meditate on it. Pain is a delightful, hypnotic force; let it guide you, feed you. So he had.

And in that meditation, he had found himself.

Where once anger would have risen at this feeling of powerlessness, he now felt determination. Where once he may have flushed with humiliation at the mere thought of your command, here on his knees in the cold evening light, instead he felt his body flush with arousal. With pride. With devotion.

You had taught him that, too. Don't you tire of it, pet? You had said. Of feeling nothing but anger? Wouldn't you like to know the fascinating spectrum of emotions that you are capable of?

And he had found it to be true; without the mask of rage and bitterness, he had discovered the freedom and beauty of his emotional range. In the safety of your embrace, there was no need to be afraid of his feelings. Indeed, they could be quite exquisite.

His cock gave a small twitch, but he urged it to still; that was not why he was here.

Instead, he focused on the points of discomfort, each one a reminder of his place in your world. He belonged to you. Every hurt, every pain, was a gift you had given him. You accepted him, they told him. His devotion. His submission. And most powerful of all: through your acceptance, he could accept himself.

In return, he would give you this simple offering; his eternal, unwavering devotion.

With that mantra, the pain receded, replaced by a joyful, empty sensation. His skin tingled, his breath slowed. Yes. The intense, primal arousal of submitting to your will. This.

Rain began to fall. Softly at first, so that he heard the gentle pitter-patter before he felt the first drops. But it quickly grew to a downpour, soaking his clothing, plastering his hair to his face. Endless rivulets streamed over his eyes, nose, mouth. But there was no urge to wipe them away now.

He still did not move. He knew he wouldn't, until you released him. Here, on the dark rooftop, in the falling rain, he would prove his devotion to you.

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You watched Loki from just inside the glass doors, your pride and affection growing with every moment he remained perfectly still on the hard floor. Rain soaked his clothing, his hair; a puddle had formed around him as water ran off his large frame. You watched as a strong breeze tugged hard at his hair, knowing how it must sting as it whipped across his face.

But he didn't move. He remained frozen in place, kneeling awkwardly on the wet concrete, exactly as you had left him.

For you. Because he belonged to you.

Your body reeled with the heady flush of desire and power at his incredible demonstration. You had never doubted his sexual submission to you; you knew that in the peak of arousal, he loved nothing more than to be dominated by you. For his pleasure to be determined by you.

But this… Was different. This was more than the fleeting pre-orgasmic thrill of relinquishing control.

Devotion.

You smiled, feeling delicious, dominant energy imbue your body with a deep inhale. It's time.

Lustful and power hungry, you walked through the glass doors to the open rooftop.

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You slowed as you neared him. He must have heard your footsteps approaching, but did not raise his head. “Such a good boy,” you murmured softly, and the slightest clench of his jaw, the merest flutter of his eyelids, told you he had heard you.

The heavy rain soaked you, but you didn't care - you would be dry again momentarily. When you finally reached him, you paused for a moment to admire him one more time. His chest heaved with every inhale, his wet shirt plastered to his sculpted torso, still regally tucked into the slutty waistband of his soaked leather pants. His back remained beautifully straight, hands clasped behind him, his head perfectly bowed. He's been practising, you smiled to yourself.

Finally, you reached out and tapped his shoulder twice, your wordless instruction to raise his head. And at last, he looked up at you, his eyes dark and blown wide. Fuuuck, you thought, realising the depth of his reverie, and you felt yourself brimming over with pride. With love.

"Sweet Prince," you gushed, praise spilling out of you. "You have done so beautifully. So perfectly." You stroked his soaking hair, your eyes never leaving his, as you gently cleared the strands that he had toward for so long from his eyes and face.

"Are you pleased, Goddess?" His voice was low and trance-like.

"So pleased, my darling," you crooned. "So very impressed. So proud." He didn't quite smile, but you watched his features shift, relaxing, peaceful, as he gave a long, slow exhale. Your own breath came ragged in response, desire running hot through your body. You forced yourself to breathe deeply. "Rise," you commanded gently.

He did so slowly, aching muscles stinging as blood rushed back into them, but he made not a sound of complaint. You offered him your arm to steady himself; when he was securely on his feet, you spoke again.

"Take us somewhere warm and dry, pet."

In a moment, the rainy rooftop melted around you, a transitional fog quickly replaced by the dark of Loki's quarters, complete with luscious furnishings and decadent comforts. A fire gently burned on the hearth, casting warmth and light across the room.

"Beautiful," you murmured softly. You knew how much Loki loved to be praised. And he deserves it, you thought, eyes returning to his perfect face. “But, my darling, I am still quite damp.”

“Forgive me, Goddess,” he uttered quickly, the intimate tingle of his seidr passing over you briefly before you were once again perfectly dry, wrapped in a beautiful satin robe of his conjuring. You momentarily relished the sensation of the soft fabric on your otherwise bare skin.

You were about to share your admiration, when you noticed a familiar scent about you; wattleseed and… petitgrain. You quickly ran a hand through your hair, finding it soft and clean.

You gave him a look of utter delight. “Did you wash my hair?”

“Oh… yes, Goddess,” he replied, lowering his eyes and blushing sheepishly.

Desire crashed over you anew, your blood running hot at his small act of servitude. In two steps you were next to him, hands grasping his still-wet shirtfront and pulling him towards you, kissing him hotly. “Dear heart, that was so thoughtful. You are so talented,” you gushed between aggressive kisses, loving the joy that radiated from his face as you praised him.

“I know you like it when I… Take initiative,” he stammered over your assault on his mouth.

You had to stop yourself growling in response. Instead, you gently pushed on his chest, encouraging him backwards with the slightest force; he responded perfectly, yielding to the meagre pressure like a well-trained pony. One step, two, until he found himself tumbling backwards onto his own lush bed.

"You are overdressed, sweet,” you said softly, standing over him, and marvelled at his power as green light flickered around him. His wet clothes vanished, and suddenly his glorious naked body was displayed before you. "Sit up."

He came to a seated position as you slid your body astride him, the satin robe falling open, and your head swam in the glory of his admiration as he devoured your exposed body with his eyes.

“Good boy,” you murmured, twisting your hands in his hair and pulling it back, lifting his chin to expose the soft skin of his long, strong neck. His hands grabbed at your thighs, and you felt his cock swell beneath you as you placed slow, sucking kisses along his sharp jaw, his hips gyrating as he tried to grind against you. “So needy, pet,” you whispered, your lips at his ear, and were delighted by the whine he gave in response. But you weren’t done controlling his body.

“Stay still,” you commanded, and he stopped moving instantly. “Gooood boy,” you praised again, gently prying his hands from your hips and coaxing them behind his back. "Now - keep them there."

You lifted your body slightly, lining up his hard cock with your soaked, waiting entrance.

"Not a sound, sweetheart," you said darkly. "The next words out of your mouth will be those begging for my permission to come." Oh divinity, to have this tremendous, powerful God completely at your mercy. His eyes never left your face as you steadily lowered yourself again, slowly impaling your wet cunt on his Godly cock. He remained perfectly still, perfectly silent.

Perfect.

You began to move, slowly rising and falling, twisting and gyrating, taking your own pleasure from his body. Chasing every delicious pressure that his cock could give you, gliding satin-smooth inside you as you rode him. His eyes flickered briefly to your chest as your bare breasts heaved and bounced in rhythm with your body. A visual he would delight in, you knew. One hand still in his hair, you pulled tightly, knowing he would love it, knowing how hard it was for him to continue his silence.

And yet, he did not make a sound, did not move a muscle. He had a task to perform for you, and as with everything he did for you, he was going to excel at it.

The rain continued to lash at the windows.

"Do you like that, my needy kitten?" You growled at him, not slowing in your movements, your face barely an inch from his. "Do you like the way it feels to have me ride you? Use you?" He remained steadfastly silent, though you could hear his ragged breath through his slightly parted lips.

"Ng-aaa, it feels so good to fuck you, pet," you continue, "so good to pleasure myself on your cock." The hand not twisted in his curls ran softly down his broad chest, catching his smattering of body hair. "Your beautiful, perfect cock."

At your praise, he let out a tiny moan. It was only the smallest whimper, but his eyes widened and he pressed his lips together, waiting apprehensively to see if you had heard him.

Your free hand came up fast, slapping him hard across his razor-sharp jaw, his face jarred by the impact. As he turned back to you, your hand found his neck, fingers wrapping deftly around his throat.

"I said, not a sound, pet," you hissed, pressing your palm into his soft flesh. "Do you understand?" He met your eyes, but did not speak. Momentarily uncertain, you leant into his ear and murmured softly.

"Colour?"

"Green, Domina," he breathed, so quietly you almost missed it. You smiled. Good boy.

You tilted your hips forward, slightly changing the angle at which he entered you, grinding your clit against the root of his huge, hard cock. With total control over the speed and depth of his penetration, you quickly discovered the inevitable path to your own orgasm, finding ultimate bliss at the friction and pressure of his movement inside you, against you. And yet, your eyes on his as you tightened your hold in his hair, the overwhelming lust and physical arousal that came from his following your meaningless commands, all exposed your deepest truth; that no physical stimulation could surpass the bliss, the beauty, the intimacy that was his glorious, perfect, complete submission.

"U-uh," you groaned as you ground your cunt onto him, "that's it, that's it." So still, so silent. So perfectly devoted. "I'm going to ride you until I come, pet. I'm going to fuck your perfect cock until it gives me the release I crave." His breath was fast and messy, his face taut with fierce concentration. "I'm - uugh, Gods, I'm going to ride you…Ng-aaa, until I…come-"

With ferocity, orgasm crashed over you, the intensity flooding your whole body. You felt it flush all the way to your fingertips, still wrapped in his hair, your breath coming in gasps as you pulled each inhale deep into your lungs. Lazily, you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him deeply, and were thrilled that, even now, he would not move to kiss you back.

Barely lifting your mouth from his, you released him. "Move".

The assault from his tongue was immediate, pressing into your mouth like he had never before desired the taste of anything as much as your kiss. His hands, suddenly freed, grabbed needily at your waist, holding you as his hips rocked into you, finally letting go of his self control.

"Speak."

"Goddess," he gasped, his voice hoarse, "please, may I come?"

You gazed at him lovingly, meeting his wide, desperate eyes. "My sweet pet, of course you may."

With a roar, he came, his precious seed erupting into you, his body shuddering violently from the force of his release.

You held him close as he continued to shake, his head pressed into your chest, whispering a stream of sweet praise into his ear.

"My darling," you smiled, "my sweet kitten. What a beautiful gift you have given me tonight." You stroked his hair lovingly, hands tracing patterns of nonsense on his firm, muscular back, waiting patiently as he slowly came down. "Such unwavering devotion you've shown me. I'm so proud of you, my perfect boy…"

Gently, he lifted his head, his eyes filled with a deep conviction as he met yours.

"I belong to you, Goddess," he murmured softly, smiling gently. "I will always belong to you."

"You will always belong to me," you whispered back, taking his beautiful, smiling face in your hands. "Always."

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Forget Me Not...

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of memory loss, depression, hurt, crying, anger, exhaustion, hallucinations, illness, all the angst, no happy ending in site......

Summary: Loki reads your letter, and is determined to find a way to get his memory back.

*I just want to say thank you to everyone who has read, commented and reblogged!! This has really become its own thing at this point and it means alot to me that you guys like it!!! This isn't the end......

Part two- Part three-

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Loki sat on the bed, running his hand through his hair, sighing as he opened the envelope, hoping something would spark some memory...

My Dearest Loki,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted you to know I didn't leave because of you, this was not your fault, so please don't blame yourself. The time we had together was the best of my life. You gave me something no one else ever had, love. No one before you could compare to you, and there could never be anyone for me after you. My heart will never be capable of loving another, I will forever be yours. Whatever happens, please know I will always be thinking of you, but I could not stay. The pain was too much to bear. I hope life gives you everything you've ever wanted, you deserve all of the love and kindness you think you are unworthy of. In the year that I got to share with you, I saw a side of you I believe not many, if any have seen. And I am honored to have been the one that you loved, that you trusted with your heart. I know life hasn't been kind to you, but it made you the beautiful person you are, never forget how simply amazing you are my love. Never let this world dim your light. And know, through everything you endure, and all the hardships you may face, I am with you, heart and soul. You have my heart, and you always will, forever.

All my love, always- y/n 💚

Loki sat, reading the letter over and over as he felt tears stream down his cheek. A year, he and been with you a year before the accident and he remembered none of it. He pulled the ring out, looking at it as the light reflected off of it. "How can I not remember you y/n?" He said to himself as he closed the box, setting it on the nightstand.

He wiped his face, getting up and heading to the kitchen, he needed something to help calm him. He sat the kettle on the stove, seeing Thor walk in "Brother. Could you not sleep?" Thor asked sitting down. "No, too much on my mind. You?" He asked "I as well, I just.....i wish things had been different." Thor said looking down. "Thor, i know you have told me before, but y/n and I, I was prepared to propose?" Loki aaked grabbing the tea bags "Yes Loki, you had been dating y/n for almost a year, you had just asked her to move in with you when...." he said training off.

"The accident." Loki finished leaning on the counter. "I am sorry brother, this is all my fault." Thor said running his hand through his hair. "From what i am told, it was an accident, a miscalculation." Loki said furrowing his eyebrows. "That may be, but if I hadn't.." he said looking at Loki, tears in his eyes "Thor, you are not to blame. I just.....how can I forget someone I care for so much?" Loki asked as tears formed in his eyes. Thor got up, walking around the counter standing in front of Loki "Don't stab me ok?" He said as Loki huffed a laugh and Thor pulled him into a hug.

Loki returned the hug as tears streamed down his cheeks "what am I going to do?" He asked as Thor released him. "I am not sure. It has been almost six months, and your memory has yet to return. I dont know if there is anything we can do." Thor said leaning on the counter. "I have been having dreams of her, memories I am sure of it now. They are trying to push through, but when I wake, they are gone." Loki said as the kettle screamed.

He stood sipping his tea "What of the witch, Wanda, can she not enter my mind?" Loki asked Thor. "I believe so but I don't think she likes doing it." He said looking at Loki. "I will speak to her tomorrow, I have to find a way Thor, and she may be my only hope" he said, setting his cup in the sink. "Then I shall go with you, I want to help anyway I can." Thor said as Loki nodded. He had a plan, he just hoped it wasn't too late.

You laid in bed, waking from another dream as you stared at the ceiling, tears streaming across your face. This time, your brain assaulted you with dreams of you and Loki..

"Do you know how much I love you y/n?" Loki asked, your limbs tangled together.

"Mmm, I think I may have an idea." You said smiling.

"Then you would be wrong my love." He smiled "I love you as the moon loves the stars. As the flowers love the sun. I have traveled through life, merely existing until I met you. Your smile, your laugh, your kind heart have all ignited my soul. I need you as I need air. Without you, I'm afraid my heart would stop and I would cease to exist." He said, gazing into your eyes, cupping your cheek.

You put your hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs as the tears continued. If this was life without Loki, you didn't want it. A world without him was one you didn't want to be in. But some small, tiny spot in your heart held hope. Hope that one day he would remember. One day he would come back to you. But would it be too late? He was already living with Melissa, what if he married her, started a family with her? What if he never remembered?

You sighed, getting up going to the bathroom you washed your face. Looking in the mirror you didn't recognize the person looking back at you. There was no joy in your face anymore. Dark circles prominent under your sunken eyes that didn't seem to sparkle anymore. Your hair a mess, and you were pretty sure you had lost weight as your clothes didn't fit as they used to. You decided maybe a walk would help.

You got dressed, slipping your shoes on you headed out. You trekked across the island as the sun came up. "I probably should have packed some water." You thought to yourself as you made it to the top of a cliff. Sitting down watching the sun rise in the sky. You looked out onto the vast ocean, you were truly alone. You felt the sweat rolling down your face as you felt a little dizzy. You got up, deciding to head back, standing you saw spots in your vision.

You sank back down to your knees, closing your eyes. "I just need to make it back, I'll be fine." You breathed, opening your eyes, you saw someone standing a few yards away "who.....whose there?" You asked shakily as they walked closer. "Love, you need to go back." You heard, shaking your head, you knew that voice. "L...loki? Is that you?" You asked rubbing your eyes, but your vision was still blurry. "I need you to go back, please." He said again as you swayed back and forth. "Ok, I've lost my mind." You sighed looking down.

You looked up again, seeing you were alone. "Loki! Are you there!?" You called out, getting no response as tears welled in your eyes. You laid down in the grass, looking out to the ocean. "I love you Loki." You whispered, closing your eyes as the darkness finally overtook you.

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holdmytesseract · 11 months

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Capturing the Moment

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Ella feat. Y/N

Summary: Loki and Ella are posing together for a painting.

Warnings: none? fluff!

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: I couldn't help myself. 😅🥰 This lil' story is based on this post/picture. ☺️ I asked @cookie-doughandwaffles and they gave me the permission. ☺️

Baby Fever Crew: Tagging y'all in the comments! 😊💚

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"And you are sure this is going to work out, babe?" You asked your husband, while gently bouncing baby Ella on your arm. "I mean... We hardly made it work now. Only because we all tried to entertain her." Loki smiled, nodding confidently. "Oh, I am absolutely sure, my love. I am more than capable of keeping our daughter entertained during the process." You shrugged your shoulders, "If you say so..." and handed the little girl over to her dad - which she was visibly happy about; acknowledging her delight with a happy squeal, bright smile and kicking feet. Loki chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss on Ella's chubby cheek. "You want to know why, my queen?" "Why?" "Because our princess is - like you so often point out, a daddy's girl." He winked, and you nodded in agreement. "Hmm, yeah, that is a valid point..."

You, Loki and Ella were currently on a small holiday on Asgard, due to the fact that it was again time for new paintings of the royal family. Especially since both the princes had become fathers. The last time there were royal family paintings made, was after the brothers had been getting married - which was already a little while ago, and therefore were Ella and Eisa missing on the recent paintings and that needed to be changed. So, the royal painter was appointed and a trip to Asgard planned.

Meanwhile were all the 'necessary' paintings done, but Loki wished to have one just with him and Ella - to which the painter happily agreed. Only you had a few doubts, since it took all members of the family to entertain Ella and Eisa, in order to prevent them from moving around so much. Now Loki wanted to face this task alone - and he was very confident about it, so who were you to stop him?

"Alright, Lokes, try it. If you need help with her, just call for me." Loki chuckled softly, "I will keep it in my mind." and leaned down to kiss you. Then he redirected his attention to Ella. "Now let us go, princess, huh?" The little girl cooed, was at the moment fixated on the golden lapels of his uniform; her little hands gripping on it. You nodded, smiling, "Have fun - and show me how the painting turned out." and adjusted the beautiful flower crown on your daughter's head. "Of course, my love." Your husband kissed you a second time, before he turned on his heels, in order to leave your shared chambers.

You watched them leave, admiring how freaking good he looked in the very noble outfit the royal tailor had custom-built for this day. It was all about showing colours, who belonged to whom; but also representing the crown and the appearance as one big, happy family. Therefore, Loki, you and Ella were dressed in green - of course. The 'uniform', which the tailor had sewn for Loki fit him like a glove, was utterly perfect and made him look even more irresistible and handsome.

And Ella? Ella looked so sweet in her green dress, flower crown and flower garland, that you shortly feared you'd get diabetes. To match their look, you wore a beautiful, princess dress. You had giggled like madly, seeing yourself in the mirror and looking like you had just stepped out of a Disney princess movie. Yes, you loved those paintings days...

Loki and Ella posed for the painter once again; who had already started his good work. At first, it was no problem for the little girl to be just held by her dad, but with time, she got fussy and quite antsy. The god had of course a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Speaking to her from time to time, for example, or letting her play with his long raven curls - which got a bit painful for him at some point. Tickling her or gently bouncing her helped as well, just like showing her small magic tricks. Letting daisies grow from his palm or butterflies and tiny fireworks to fly. Ella was fascinated, of course, but at one point she even lost the interest in her father's seidr; causing Loki to play the Joker card: Telling her a story...

"Once upon a time, there lived a sweet, little princess on a realm far away, called Asgard. Her hair was black like the wings of a raven. Her cheeks as rosy as the skin of an apple, and her eyes so blue like the deepest depths of the ocean." Loki started, smiling down at his daughter, who was looking at him with big eyes. She loved his voice, without a doubt. The painter just smiled at the pair; heart melting.

"The little princess was just a baby, yes, barely a few months old, but she was already the shining star of the royal family. She was so, so loved. By the people, her grandparents, uncles, aunts - yes, by everybody!" Loki underlined his words by tickling Ella's tummy, causing a little giggle-like sound to bubble from her mouth. She was, of course too small to understand what her daddy was telling her, but all she needed was just his voice anyways.

Loki couldn't help but to chuckle as well, before he continued his story. "But she was most loved by her parents. They loved her more than life itself. Can you imagine that, sweet girl?" Ella just looked at him. Fascinated, staring, utterly focused - and with a bit of drool running down the corner of her mouth. "Yes, it is true! They loved her more than life itself. She was everything they ever wanted and dreamed of. Well, truth be told, the king at first not. He was not very fond of children; his heart bitter and cold. But then a little angel awakened his heart, made him see - and suddenly a child was what he desired. His beautiful queen gifted him a little princess not much later and his glorious purpose was to be the best father possible. If his efforts will come to fruition, only time can tell..."

Once Loki finished his story, his eyes travelled down to Ella - and with a smile, he noticed that the little girl had fallen asleep. Her little cheek was squashed against his chest; hand holding onto his finger. "Well..." The god mumbled. "Seems like my plan was a bit too successful..." The painter shook his head, smiling softly. "It's not a problem, your highness. I am finished anyways. If you wish, you can have a look at the painting." Loki nodded, "Of course. I'd like to see it." and adjusted the baby girl in his arms, so that she was able to sleep in a more comfortable position. Loki's oceanic blue eyes met the canvas, where he and Ella were painted on. "Is it to your liking, my prince?" Smiling brightly, he studied the art; nodding. "It is perfect."

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sigyns-drafts · 1 month

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Hi, Thea. Thanks again for responding to my request! When I saw Nostradamus in Ror, it seemed to me that he probably likes love predictions… May I ask for a scenario in which Nostradamus makes a prediction to the fem reader about who her lover will be? (with Buddha, Hermes, Loki, Beelzebub).

A/N: Of course, how could i not!! I totally agree, Nostradamus would so enjoy helping others find potential love. Something he too deserves sometimes hehe!! <33

Nostradamus's love predictions 💕

➩ Y/N after hearing words of Nostradamus's talent in predicting ones future love life, becomes curious and decided to pay him a visit! There she learns of the gods she could end up with and even, how many children they would get. But of course not without its secrets that even Nostradumus cant tell.

Reader type: Fem!reader with Nostradamus, Buddha, Hermes, Loki and Beelzebub.

⚠: Love predictions, future possible outcomes, future relationships, future children, Intersex child, Keeping secrets from partner, secrets in general!

Where gods and humans collide in epic battles to determine the fate of humanity, there exists a young woman named Y/N.

She was an ordinary human, yet her destiny was intertwined with the most extraordinary beings in existence.

Little did she know that her life would be forever changed by a prophecy foretold by none other than the legendary prophet of the century, Nostradamus.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself seeking guidance from the most obnoxious man in all of human history, hoping to unravel the mysteries of her future.

As she stood before the smaller man, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and he spoke in an excited, soft yet mysterious tone.

“Why hello Y/N, it's certainly good to see you! Say, what brings you here today~?”

"Nostradamus, please tell me of my future, I've grown curious after hearing what you're capable of!" Y/N implored, her heart pounding with anticipation.

She couldn't believe she was really going through with this!

Nostradamus's eyes widened at how direct the woman had been, eventually calming himself and nodded, his gaze piercing right through the woman.

Sending shivers up her spine, the man would just smile in response.

“Oh dear! Very well then, let us get into it already shall we, what will it be?”

“A love prediction please! Who will I end up with or fall in love with..?”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured images of four powerful beings before them.

Buddha, Hermes, Loki, and Beelzebub.

"You are destined to find love amidst chaos and turmoil," Nostradamus intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber they stood in, spacey but so empty.

"Four potential lovers shall cross your path, each offering a different path of destiny. Now isn't that interesting~"

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she listened intently to the prophecy that would shape her future.

She looks upon the chosen gods, she had met them before..

"First, there is Buddha, the embodiment of serenity and enlightenment.."

Nostradamus smirked to himself and looked at Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Would you also like to know the offspring count you'll have with them too~?”

Y/N tensed up and found herself almost speechless at this, who did this guy think he was!

Y/n felt herself start to get all flustered. Her face probably looks like a tomato ready to be plucked.

“Excuse me-! What kind of question is that!?”

Nostradamus lifts up his hand in defence, acting like he didn't know what he had done wrong!

“Hey! I'm simply just asking..So what will it be?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment, glaring at Nostradamus.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see, after all the curiosity in who she would eventually get with was already eating her up inside!

“Fine! Tell me that too I suppose..ugh.”

Nostradamus chuckled to himself seeing Y/N’s expression and continued.

"With him, you shall bear him a son and find peace and spiritual awakening, but your path will be one of sacrifice."

Y/N imagined herself walking alongside the serene figure of Buddha, a little boy on her hip and finding solace in his wisdom and compassion.

Yet, she knew that such a path would demand great sacrifices, testing her resolve and strength.

"Next, there is Hermes, the messenger of the gods," Nostradamus continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone.

"With him, you shall bear 6 sons and 2 daughters, one child being that of both sexses.

"You'll embark on a journey of adventure and discovery, but beware, for his path is fraught with danger and unpredictability.."

Y/N envisioned herself at Hermes' side with their many children and the possible struggles, aiding him in serving the gods and his father Zeus.

Exploring whatever secrets he was obviously hiding and being a part of it all.

The thought thrilled her adventurous spirit, yet she also felt a twinge of apprehension at the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

"Then, there is Loki, the trickster god," Nostradamus said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He seemed familiar with the god.

"With him, you shall experience passion and excitement, but be wary, for his love is as unpredictable as the shifting winds.."

“What about the children we could have?”

“Well.. Let's just say you'll have 2 for now”

Y/N shivered at the thought of what Nostradamus could be hiding, what did he mean but for now?

Y/N also thought about entangling herself with the enigmatic god, knowing all too well the chaos and mischief that followed in his wake.

Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of his magnetic charm and mischievous grin. Maybe it would be worth it?

"Finally, there is Beelzebub, the prince of darkness," Nostradamus concluded, his voice heavy with foreboding.

"With him, you'll have a daughter and you'll be aiding him at the ward with his..patients. But beware, for his love comes at a great cost and he will be hiding something from you.."

Y/N recoiled at the thought of being ensnared by the dark allure of Beelzebub, knowing the perilous path that awaited her should she succumb to his temptations.

Yet, she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill that stirred within her at the thought of embracing the darkness surrounding him.

As the visions faded and Nostradamus' prophecy came to an end, Y/N nodded and bowed respectfully.

“Thank you for your assistance Nostradamus! I'm grateful for the information, I'll use it wisely..”

“You better Y/n, ta-ta~!”

With that Y/n left with a choice that would shape the course of her destiny.

Would she choose the path of serenity with Buddha, the path of adventure with Hermes, the path of passion with Loki, or the path of darkness with Beelzebub?

With her heart torn between love and destiny, Y/N knew that her choice would not only determine her own fate but the fate of her love interests and future children as well.

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, she set out on her journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead!

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f1ber-x9 · 5 months

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Power

Loki Laufeyson x Goddess!reader

A/N- I wrote this at like 2AM so UHHH apologies if it isn’t the best of quality, and it’s also really short. Anyways, enjoy!

summary- Loki argues that he has the greater power, which amuses the goddess.

words- 274

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“You must be insane,” he marches towards you. “do you have not a clue of the power I am capable of?” standing above you as you sit on your throne, your robes drape over your figure like an illusion so beautiful you appear unreal.

But as you stand, the heels of your shoes cause you to win against his height by almost an inch. Not to mention the near buckling of his knees almost shortening his height as you intimidate him, though he would never admit it.

“My love, I think you’re unaware of the power I am capable of,” you speak gently, looking into the blue eyes of the god. “I must say i find it rather amusing that you feel the need make yourself appear as the more powerful one, but you and I both know who that really is. Who really possesses the most power.”

You take his chin between your index and thumb, gently tilting his head upwards for a more detailed angle, still maintaining eye contact. “I could put you under the spells that you dream of. Make you do the things I crave. Put you under my submission. And you would love it. Even if you weren’t under such spells…” He gulps nervously, understanding what you are saying, and knowing it is true. He would indeed love it.

“But of course, you’re the most powerful. Why should i bother?” You sit back on your thrown, chuckling to yourself at Loki’s now slouched form from the affect of your words. “After all, you are the god of mischief,” your legs slowly separate themselves.

“why don’t you do such things yourself?”

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The Sound of Love

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki now an Avenger, is quite the reclusive and introverted member in the Avenger's compound and for someone who likes peace and quiet, it's ironic how smitten he is for the loudest member of the team.

☆ Word Count: 5,207

☆ Notes: Loki is smitten flirty ler. Reader is a mutant with hypersonic voice. This had been in my WIPs for so long, but I finally have some time off 😭 enjoy.

☆ Warnings: Anxious Reader, insecurities regarding voice and brief weight insecurities are mentioned. I am a sucker for opposites attract so the reader is a stereotypical sunshine happy go lucky.

Being an Avenger was interesting on its own, periods of strict dieting, rigorous training regimes, public events to raise public morale, testing out technology, political meetings, missions that lasted days or even weeks. Now, when you were, not only a former enemy, but the enemy, the original reason they came to exist… Well, it made it all more difficult to just do anything outside of the tower.

It made Loki concerningly reclusive. At first it seemed convenient, people were scared of him, so him wanting nothing to do with the outside seemed like a fair exchange, the facilities had everything needed to survive anyway. But it was only a matter of time until it became concerning.

So, Thor started doing his best to drag him along to his patrols and visits to town. Which helped getting less dirty looks from people rather when he tried going alone. But Loki always found a way to escape back to the compound and cut his visits to the town short.

But things changed the day he met you.

And Loki was not particularly one to fawn over mortals like his brother whose line of lovers could fill countries, not even over another god. While Loki had a fair string of lovers behind him, none ever really meant much to him or lasted much for that matter.

But you… you had something different. You were everything Loki found annoying. If there was a list to thing that got on Loki’s nerves, you may have as well checked every little box. You had a strict moral code and mawkish righteousness like the super soldiers, you had a strong temper and were very vocal about the things you did not stand for like his brother, you had a bubbly personality and enjoyed teasing and joking (almost flirting) around like Stark and the Falcon did and given your powers you tended to be quite loud. And somehow, despite all those things that could drive Loki mad, he was completely smitten. Which was probably the most infuriating trait you had.

Being placed together, Loki and you seemed to be like night and day at first instance. Loki noticed how you always seemed to be in a good mood and never denied anyone a nice chat, while you practically had to beg Loki to engage in conversation and even still, he’d seem rather bothered by being interrupted. You were always doing something to help around the quarters like doing extra dishes, cooking snacks for everyone, or wiping dusty furniture when you noticed something was dirty while Loki spent his free time with books are maybe an old movie when he felt like agreeing to enjoy human culture. And while you enjoyed reading as well, while Loki liked reading in silence you usually heard music earphones as you wagged your leg along the beat as you devoured books beside him.

“Hey nerds,” Sam stepped in the room. “We’re going dancing tonight, you two coming?”

“I’d rather—”

“Oh, which club?” you asked excitedly.

You had a way of peaking Loki’s interest when you spoke like that, your enthusiasm was terribly contagious, but he was too proud to do anything but pretend he was still focused on his book.

“Nat and Wanda wanted to take their men dancing.”

“Oh, so we’re staying home tonight?” you smiled.

“Do you think yourself capable of convincing Banner or Vision of socializing in a big club?”

“Hey, no judging. Besides, it’s more fun like that, we get to choose our own music.” You smiled brightly, you always seemed to have something nice to say about everyone. “Which conference hall are you gonna use?”

“2C, at 9 pm.” Sam grinned. “I take it we’ll see you there, mockingbird?”

“Yeah, should I wear something in particular?” you asked.

“Oh, how about that something se—”

“Sam, you finish that sentence and I’ll glue your upper arms to your chest.”

He wasn’t one to agree with the other Avengers, but that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing. And Wilson didn’t take it personal as he just laughed and left.

“Are you joining us, Loki?” you asked.

“I would rather stay here and finish my book” Loki smiled. “You go have fun though, darling.”

“Oh… b-but it won’t be as fun without you! Please, please, oh please!” you had your fingers tangled in a praying gesture and you were making the biggest pleading eyes he’d ever seen.

You were unfairly cute, but the power of persuasion you had over him was even scarier than the one from your mutation.

“Yes, of course” he sighed. “Thor would be upset if I keep passing up on your silly group bonding activities.”

You had tackled him in a couch in a bright hug as you thanked him over and over as your cheek squeezed his own, even pressing a sweet kiss against his cheek.

Between such affection and getting to see you dance all night was the most delightful way to spend the night he could think of. Next chance he’d even dance with you. Because he didn’t want to make the mistake of not dancing with you when you invited him ever again. Not that he minded watching you dance the night away.

And your singing, Norns, if you weren’t talking to anyone, you were always singing at least in a mumbly manner. Loki wondered how you could never go hoarse.

Every time you sung Loki’s heart fluttered. There was no right that your singing did the things it did to him. But he couldn’t help but swoon every time you did. And people were starting to notice. Karaoke nights were particularly interesting.

“The little mortal has a lovely voice, right?” Thor nudged him while you were on their improvised stage with Wanda, singing to Dance with Somebody.

“It’s good” Loki shrugged, trying to play it off.

“Yes, you seem to be enjoying it...” Clint said making a mocking dreamy face with along with an over dramatic sigh.

“Leave Rudolf alone,” Tony said.

Loki arched an eyebrow. Stark wasn’t the kind to be mediator when teasing took place, much less when he was tipsy like this.

“Being absolutely smitten over a human must be damaging enough to his pride.” He snickered.

Banner and Rogers just smiled amusedly, meaning Loki was not gonna get any back up from the more level-headed Avengers. Not that he expected it.

“You’re all delusional idiots.” Loki rolled his eyes.

But his attention was snatched back to the stage when you reached a high note. You had a good technique, your mouth opened wide with a smile as your voice reached a volume high enough that you broke Tony’s wineglass.

At this point, it was a normal occurrence. Everyone still remembered that they had to replace the old crystal dome on the recreational room with fortified polymer “soundproof” windows from that one karaoke night when they had you singing Dream On, the fact that no one left that night with permanent hearing damage was almost a miracle.

This time you didn’t seem to even notice the casualty of Tony’s glass, as you and Wanda kept jumping and dancing around as you sang happily with your friend. Loki could feel the heat creeping up on his cheeks as he saw how happy you danced around, and he could suppress the smile.

It was funny really, how much his mother would scold him growing up for being so impatient with Thor’s loud a boisterous nature just to end up falling for someone who was exactly that, maybe even worse. You had a lot of energy which was good because you always pushed yourself in training, but Loki never expected to be so drawn to someone like you. You shone like the sun itself, and being a frost giant like he was, it seemed almost dangerous to fall for you.

“Loki, Loki, Loki!” you jumped on the couch next to him, “Look, Loki!”

Ah, that was another thing, you had a tendency to say his name a lot. You were what Midgardians described as hyperactive, but his name was something you repeated a lot more than any word, and more than anyone else’s.

“A cardboard box?” he smiled. “What’s so exciting about that?”

“Oh, haha” you rolled your eyes, “My package arrived!”

You gave him a pleading look and he smiled. At this point it was almost a ritual, you got a delivery and you rushed to Loki for him to open it with a dagger he’d summon. Which had also started a game.

“What’s your guess, darling?” he smirked as his hand sizzled with his Seid.

“The silver twins daggers, I mean one of them, but you get it” you said firmly.

It was that simple, he had such a wide and vast collection of daggers that whenever you needed him to use them, you’d have to try to guess which one he’d summon.

Most of the time you’d lose give the odds were at least 50 to one, and it didn’t help that honoring his title, Loki would change his pick last second if you ever got it right. But today he was in a good mood, and soon he was wielding one of his silver daggers, it felt weird wielding the left dagger on his right hand, but your excitement to see you had got it right was worth it as you fell back to the couch with a “WOOO!”

“Oh, congratulations little canary” he clapped.

“You’re becoming predictable, Loki” you smiled.

“Oh, is that right?” he grinned as he reached to poke your side making you squeak.

“Would you rather admit that I’m getting to know you better?” you smiled.

“Loki don’t quit your dreams as an Avenger, you don’t have much future as a harlequin” he chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve made you laugh, and not everyone is as tough of an audience as you are.”

He just chuckled as he opened your package for you. It was two pairs of headphones.

“Another one?” he smiled. “Do you break them that often that you need to be in constant state of purchase? And what do you need the extra set for?”

“You say it as if I just compulsively and irresponsibly bought headphones!”

Loki arched an eyebrow and relished the fait blush on your cheeks.

“I re-sell the ones in good state” you mumbled.

“Right, whatever you say. That’s why you got two pairs.”

“No, uh... this one’s for you.” You smiled as you handed him a pair, “They have better Bluetooth range, the battery lasts longer, the headband is adjustable, and it blocks outside noise.”

When you handed him the pair, he got a better look at them. It was pitch black, and on the driver, it had a little golden sticker shaped like his helmet, he shifted it and the gold shone green. It was still weird how ever since Thor let his story be known people had become more accepting of him, especially people who knew that the Mad Titan was a monster had even come to support him, but the concept of merchandising his image for admirers to show their preference for him was still new to the former prince.

But the present was very pretty, almost as the little mortal gifting it.

“Thank you” he said a bit more softly than he intended.

“It’s no problem,” you tucked a string of hair behind your ear in a way that made his heart flutter.

“This will help me have a reason to not hear Thor’s drunk singing the next Barton drops by with beer.”

You let out a shy laugh.

“A-Ah… no, it’s for me actually” you said, “well, because of me, I mean.”

“You? What could I possibly need to avoid hearing you for?”

You shrugged.

“Thor mentioned a while back that you thought I was too loud.”

“He did?”

Oh… Oh that imprudent, bumbling, traitorous, airheaded, twisted oaf. That’s NOT what had happened. He remembered that conversation like it had been yesterday.

“Loki, there you are!” his brother had called him.

“Where else would I be?” Loki asked tiredly. “It’s too early.”

“Ah, I see the young mockingbird has kept you awake again” Thor said noticing the mug of coffee on his younger’s brother’s hands.

“We stayed up late talking, yes” Loki yawned. “Where she gets so much energy from is beyond me.”

Thor just laughed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this brother, it’s a welcome change, for sure, but an odd one.”

“What do you mean?”

“The little Midgardian has you completely enamored” Thor grinned smoothly, “I didn’t think she’d even be your type.”

“She’s… certainly different from what I’m accustomed” Loki agreed. “I’d dare to say he’s more rambunctious than you are. But she’s honest and strong-willed, a combination I didn’t get to see much of.”

Loki could only roll his eyes at previous relationships, because of his status he’d be greeted with two approaches: either partners who feared his rank and power and would submit to his will for fear, or even worse, leeches that would use him as a steppingstone to get to power (or get close to Thor). After a while Loki just gave up and played along treating every lover like a casual affair and soon move on to the next thing.

You, for once had no interest on royalty besides movies, you absolutely adored helping Thor prepare for dates with Jane which mean there was no interest. And you had no reprieve on giving Loki a piece of your mind when you felt he deserved it.

He smiled.

“She stayed up singing until late…” Loki mumbled, mostly for himself.

“I think it’s great.” Thor encouraged him. “When are you asking our little singing bird out?”

Loki chuckled, it was amusing to see how much better Thor adapted to Midgard expressions and idioms.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen, brother” Loki said with the hint of a sad smile. “You said it, we’re not exactly each other’s types.”

“It’s true you’re quite the somber one, brother.” Thor teased him. “And our little mortal canary is always loud and bright.”

“Thing I would not and do not tolerate from anyone else” Loki said looking at his uproarious brother. “But she would find me rather dull.”

He never said he found you annoying, quite the opposite. But he could only imagine what his brother had done. He’d seen it far too many times back on Asgard.

When Thor, Volstagg or Fandral wanted to flirt they’d have this ridiculous approach of sending another one of them to mess with the girl they wanted to impress, annoy her into flirting. All harmless fun and always careful not to actually disrespect the maiden in question but Loki still found it annoying and like Hogun preferred a calmer style for the first approach. At least it was funny to see their strategy blow up in their face and more than once get a slap in the face.

Thor must have gone to you and mentioned that Loki thought you were too loud to tease you on his behalf. Not keeping in mind that you were not Asgardian which meant you were not accustomed to their harsher approach, and much less that despite loving to sing you were profoundly conscious about your voice’s volume. Loki had always been very careful about pointing out when your power made you too loud. Gently placing a hand on your thigh to calm you down when you got overexcited and therefore loud.

And yet, despite all of Loki’s effort to make you feel comfortable around him, here you were, with a timid smile with the most thoughtful gift to push Loki away. Thor could officially be crowned as the worst wingman in history of all Nine Realms.

He sighed.

“Dear heart, I don’t think I need this” Loki said gently, “Not for the reason you think, at least.”

“I just thought you could use not hearing me blasting your eardrums when you’re reading” you joked, but the tone of awkwardness was palpable.

“I’d be willing to risk that if you’d believe me, I don’t truly mind hearing you sing” Loki chuckled.

“But my voice… And music taste…”

“Are both beautiful,” Loki interrupted you, “and no one has a wider range of music in the entire Compound. Which I recall someone scolding me for not expanding my horizons to human music.”

“Ah… well, yeah, but you can always get that from the others, oldies from Steve and Bucky, rock from Tony, pop and electronic from Pete, and when Quill and the Guardians you can hear 80’s—”

“Dear, you’re very optimistic I can actually stand anyone you mentioned” Loki laughed. “Not everyone has your luck.”

“And no one else here likes—”

“Aaah!” you shushed him covering his mouth, “We agreed to never talk about my sins. It’s our secret.”

The look you gave him was threatening but sharing a secret with you was exciting and heartwarming. More because it was the most harmless secret, but you still got embarrassed about it, which Loki found beyond endearing.

“Oh, really? I very clearly remember hearing you singing to the top of your lungs this very week to it.”

“Shhh” you whispered as you fought a giggle. “We don’t talk about that, only you get to know.”

“Good to know I’m so special” Loki chuckled.

“You were a happy mistake” you said squinting your eyes in joking manner. “But if anyone else finds out I’m strangling you.”

“What’s the expression you mortals have…?” Loki smirked, “Don’t threaten me with a good time?”

Your cheeks turned hot pink as you smacked his arm with a laugh.

“You’re pain in the ass” you laughed.

“Well, I certainly appreciate having some influence on your backside.”

You let out a screech as you began smacking his arm with a bright blush on your face. But as he should’ve expected your screech was loud and made Loki wince a bit.

“Ah… Sorry” you said as the mumble returned to your voice. “See? That’s what the headphones are good for.”

Loki scowled with a huff.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Before you had time to ask Loki had thrown you over the ottoman and with his knees pinning you by the shoulders and his feet stuck under the ottoman so there was no force on earth moving you.

“Uhh… Lokes? W-What are you doing?” you asked nervously.

“Testing how loud you can really be.”

What do you— Pfft!”

Loki didn’t make you wait for an answer (or to finish your question, that is), and he began slowly dragging his fingers across your ribs in a maddeningly gentle manner. And it wasn’t like your thin t-shirt didn’t do much to protect you.

You clenched your jaw as a big grin appeared on your face.

“Pfft! L-Loki!” you snickered.

“Yes, little dove?” Loki asked innocently.

Loki kept gently dragging his fingers across your torso, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your sides and ribs, in circular motion across your armpits and spiraling onto the center of your tummy.

All you could do was smack his legs as you tried to free your arms and kicking your legs on the air and your cheeks puffed with your jaw clenched as you did all you could to not burst out laughing.

“L-Loho— Loki please!” you looked like you were about to burst. “I’m behe— I’m begging you. D-Don’t!”

Loki just chuckled.

“Darling, I have not even started the real fun” he grinned deviously, “and you already look like you’re gonna puncture your own lung. Just laugh already.”

“I cahahan’t” you whined between the strangled giggles. “It’ll huhurt yohohou!”

“Beautiful little bird,” Loki smiled, “it’d be impossible for you to hurt me.”

He noticed the pretty rosy blush on your cheeks, and he relished the way you got flustered at his teasing. Loki simply chuckled and squeezed your ribs, now poking your ribs, drilling his fingers between each rib. Growing up both as the God of Mischief and with Thor as his older brother, he had come to know first-hand what kind of tickles were better to make someone laugh to insanity.

And that you did.

Your face was already impossibly red in the face, and giggles were already slipping out, so the poking were just the last straw that made you finally crack up. And you burst into loud laughter and crazy squirming, kicking your legs against the ottoman, arching your back and tugging against Loki’s hold as he tickled you to tears.

“LOKI! HAHAHAHA! W-WAIT! WAHAHAHAIT!” you screeched.

Loki winced a bit at your superhuman volume as a smile formed on his face from both pride from making you laugh and the endearment of your laugh on its own. Your pretty laugh only being further motivation to tickle you more.

But he decided ease off the tickling as he just stopped poking your ribs to gently scribble your ribs in light feather like touches. But by now your defenses were shattered to pieces and you kept giggling in soft wheezing giggles. He simply wiggled two fingers on each side as if he was striking chords of his old lyre.

“Oh gohohohod! How is thahahat so bad?!” you giggled in between hiccups and soft wheezes.

“I don’t think it’s that bad, you’re just that ticklish” he chuckled softly. “Look at you, you’re wheezing.”

“Hehehe! I’m not!” you hiccup. “Lohoki!”

The way you laughed out his name made Loki’s heart flutter in his chest. Your voice got high-pitched and wheezy in a way that was awfully adorable and it urged him to give you the biggest hug and cover your face in kisses and beg you to be his own.

“Loki! I'm gonna gehehet you back for this!” you screamed in a fit of laughter. “Stohohop it!”

Loki grinned without relenting just a bit, simply leaning into your ear.

“Oh, is that so? What makes you think you can get me, little dove?” he chuckles as he gently traced his fingers over your sides. “And do you assume you can get now, or at some later point when you are not trapped and helpless under me? Because all things considered...that sounds like an empty threat… my dear.”

The self-satisfaction in his tone was infuriating.

“You’re all mine to toy around with right now, little robin…” he said in an almost flirtatious tone.

“N-No! Loki! Don’t you dare!” you squeaked out.

He looked you in your eyes with a devious sparkle in his eyes, those same eyes Loki did whenever he got you involved in a prank that would most likely get both of you in trouble, and he smiled.

“I think, my darling…” he whispered softly, in a way he knew his breath would tingle against your skin. “I very much dare.”

And with that his gentle and nimble fingers reached your stomach, giving it a lot of gentle pokes and scribbling all over the skin poorly covered by your thin shirt with his blunt nails.

He knew that among the long list of insecurities you had, your stomach was high up there, and so he knew certain touches would make you uncomfortable, so he kept his eye on your face, paying extra reactions to see if any touch made you upset. But you seemed more focused on the sensation he inflicted on your sensitive skin, and your expressions didn’t reflect any sign of distress.

“Lohohohoki! Stohohop that!” you giggled.

“Aw… is it too much for you?” he grinned cheekily. “You’re quite the delight to torment though, and I wonder… just how would you manage this sort of attention… on the other areas you were ticklish upon.”

As he spoke he lower his hand to drag his fingers over your waistline from side to side in a maddeningly slow manner. The look of shock on your face was priceless.

“LOKI!” you cried.

“Oh my, my, little sparrow, are you ticklish here too?” he chuckled in an almost innocent tone as his finger slipped past your shirt as his nail scraped lightly over the ticklish spot.

But he did slow down, not enough to make it all stop, but enough to make you go back to soft laughs.

“Hm…” Loki looked at you, pretending to be in deep contemplation. “If I didn’t know you any better, I would dare to assume you are enjoying yourself.”

Loki had seen others in the compound tickle you before, he had tickled you before, and it was noticeable enough that you didn’t seem to mind the playful attention, given you hardly fought back or protested when.

You let out an outraged before a squeeze to your hipbones made you burst into giggles after a clearly involuntary snort that made Loki laugh.

“Oh, no witty back talking?” Loki chuckled.

“Ihihihi! I’m gohohonna kill you!” you threatened him.

“Will you now?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “And how do you intend to do so?”

Rather than having a verbal response, he felt ticklish squeezing over his thighs and above his knees that made him jolt and bark out a laugh. It was enough distraction to make him stop for a moment, and he saw that little triumphant glint in your gaze.

“That was very very bold of you to make an attack like that...” he congratulated you, his tone menacingly impish. “But so far I had been gentle.”

And with that he shot his fingers onto the exposed hollow of your armpits. You immediately lose it when his fingers reach and tickle your underarms, immediately exploding into loud laughter once more.

“NOHOHOHO! NONONONO! LOKI, LOKI PLEASE! NOHOHOHOT THERE!” you squealed. “NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHAHAHA! PLEEEEHAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

Your voice turned loud, and the walls literally shook around the two of you. But Loki was unscathed, perhaps a bit stunned by the strength of your voice, but he didn’t relent on the tickling.

“Well, that’s cute… but just for your information…” he smirked in a way that, had you been able to see through your tears of laughter would’ve made you weak in the knees. “I am not afraid of your ticklish little fingers.”

He chuckled again, as his fingers wiggling more sporadically, almost vibrating against your skin. You let out a blood curdling scream before your laughter turns silent, your face is red like a tomato and tears just kept streaming nonstop down your face as your body was shaking like a malfunctioning machine, your entire body language making evident that you need a break.

Perhaps that was a good sign that he had to stop. So, he did.

He raised his knees so you could slip your arms from under his legs, and you immediately pressed them against your chest, laughing silently prey of a giggle fit in a state of euphoria.

“Did I just...go too far?” he asked with a sheepish smile. “...I think...I may have gone too far, I apologize if… if I... I— hmpf!”

Before Loki could register what had happened, you had cupped his face and your lips were against his.

It wasn’t exactly the way Loki had pictured kissing you, and by all the Nine Realms had thought about it quite in detail. But this was… quite different from what he had fantasized. Your faces were upside down one from another, and it had happened so fast that you had just got Loki’s bottom lip at first impact, and he had been caught completely off guard.

But oh Gods… this topped every scenario he could’ve mused. Your lips were soft and smooth, and the taste of you… Norns, it was intoxicating, and it made him feel light-hearted, instinctively making close his eyes as melted into the kiss, leaning over to get a better taste of this paradise he had just encountered. He mimicked you as one of his hands reached to cup your cheek and caress it with his thumb.

Who knows how long you were like this, but it was certainly not enough.

But when you broke the kiss the look in your eyes was of shock and terror as you cupped your hands over your mouth. Again, not what he would’ve expected. He had not got any complaints in his past about his skills, so he was certain he was not a sloppy kisser to be the sole cause of that expression.

“I— no... I didn’t… I uh… I’m sorry…” you mumbled. “I— I wasn’t, oh no…”

“What are you apologizing for?” Loki asked, as he felt anxiety starting to bubble on the pit of his stomach.

“I— I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me…” you stuttered and stumbled over your words, “I w-wasn’t thinking… I just… I felt giddy and… No… no, no... I’m sorry…”

Loki felt his brain throbbing inside his skull as you kept sputtering apologizes. A million thoughts rushing over his mind every fraction of a second. Did the kiss meant you liked him? But if you liked him what were you apologizing for? Or did you like him but not enough? Were you aware of all the feelings you stirred in him? Was this a cruel joke?

Before he realized what his body was doing, he had already smashed his mouth onto yours once more.

He wasn’t sure why he did that. Maybe desire. Perhaps just the panic of thinking that could’ve been the last time he tasted something quite as ineffable as you ever again and he refused to give it up so soon. Or he could simply have gone mad. Whatever the reason, he just prayed you didn’t hate him after this.

But to his surprise, you kissed him back, and he felt once again that peculiar wave of peace and simultaneous thrill running through his veins. Now pleasantly complemented by your fingers running through his hair, making him turn into putty in your hands. This time the kiss lasted much longer than the first.

Not that it left Loki quite satisfied… yet.

“S-So… Do I take this as a good sign that you maybe, sort of, kinda like me too?” you asked timidly.

Loki could help but laugh at that.

“I will dare to say so” he rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smile on his face.

“And that we could do that thing again… t-the kissing?”

Norns, his heart was gonna beat out of his chest.

“I would like that” he smiled.

You pressed your lips against his and that rush of excitement ran through him once again. Loki felt your lips buzzing as he heard the muffled laughs through the kiss, it made him laugh as well.

“What’s so funny?” he chuckled.

“Nothing” you giggled, “I just feel your smile.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I feel your smile curled up in a smile.” You explained. “It feels… nice.”

His cheeks lit up and he just shook his head with a smile before diving in for another kiss.

You were right, you could feel the other’s smile when you kissed. How did Loki never notice a detail as simple as that? It felt so lovely. Even more with the little hum-like muffled laughs bubbling from your throat as you kissed. Hearing your happy nervous laughs through the kiss was the loveliest sound he had ever heard.

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psychospore · 1 year

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Summary: Loki confesses his love as he takes care of you after you barely survived your recent mission.

Pairing: Loki x Agent!reader

Word count: 985

Warnings: fluff, mentions of injuries, suggestive innuendos if you squint.

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Having Loki around in the Avengers tower feels like walking on eggshells for you. Despite your constant bantering with him, you never let your guard down around him knowing full well what he's capable of. All of this seems contradictory to your crush on him.

You were on heightened alert when he's around but you still crave his presence in his absence. You enjoyed how he keeps you on the edge with his witty mind and his smugness against the rest of the team.

One day, you went on a solo mission to infiltrate HYDRA and steal information. You barely made it out alive after a huge-scale scuffle with the agents there.

Your vision darkened as you walk towards the Avenger's tower. You saw a familiar figure running towards you just before you passed out in exhaustion. You bit your gashed lip, a taste of iron from the blood. The last thing you felt was a faint scent of wood and pine as you slumped into the arms of your rescuer.

You did not know how long you were knocked out but you were expecting a sore body and a throbbing headache. Unexpectedly, you don't feel that way - you felt no pain, part of you thinking you might be dead, as you flutter your eyes open when you felt someone gently tugging on your hand.

"Glad to know you've finally woken from your deep slumber, agent," Loki's sweet velvety voice spoke as he wraps a clean bandage on your hand and wrist.

Slightly alarmed by his presence, you tried propping yourself up but your energy has not quite returned yet so you ended up squirming.

"Where's everybody?" You asked.

"Fury called them for an urgent mission, it's just us here, darling" he answered, never breaking his gaze toward you.

Your brows furrowed at the thought of being alone with him. But you were more curious about what has happened, why he decided to help you out this time.

"what happened? How long was I out?"

"It's been 3 days now, love. You passed out and thank the Norns I caught you before you hit your head on the floor," he chuckled.

"you helped me? Why?" you questioned.

"Would it be so out of character for me to help out my most favorite agent?" He grinned

"kinda," you faintly smiled "I just didn't find you to be someone who would do such things to other people"

"oh, I don't. Just you. I wouldn't have someone to banter with if you die"

"ain't that a sucker. How did you do it? I don't feel pain" you asked as you started getting comfortable being in his presence, seeing him in a different light.

"Mother taught me healing magic. Not that I need to use it often. You were battered and bruised and the best I could do is take it away. Although some of your wounds need more care so I just ended up wrapping them in bandage"

"thank you, Loki. You also managed to bring me to my room," you thanked him.

"I knew you would prefer it that way. I made you some food too if you'd like," was he blushing? You asked yourself.

You raised a brow, why was he doing this all of a sudden? But you were extremely grateful for his gesture. "That would be splendid,"

He brought you a warm meal that you chowed down out of hunger as he sat beside your bed. You finished the meal in no time, and you were pleased to know he's not that bad of a cook.

"Thanks for the meal, Loki. But really - why are you doing all of this?" You asked, thinking there might be some sort of hidden agenda behind it.

"if you must insist, agent -" he stopped for a while as you await a witty response from him.

"I've been keenly interested in you for a while now. There's nothing more to it than a sincere gesture of my care for you, love" he responded, leaning closer. He sat on your bed beside you, sweeping a stray lock of hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

You blushed, you did not expect him to feel the same way about you. You felt vulnerable with his touch grazing the side of your face.

"May I?" His warm breath whispered in your ear, pulling away slightly after to see your reaction to his question as he looked at you intently. His warm cupping your cheek. You responded with a meek nod.

He drew closer and his lips gently crashed against yours. You felt your core heating up as you exchanged kisses, both of your tongues intertwining with each other in a slow and sensual motion. You broke the kiss as you searched for air.

"I swear to the Norns, if only you weren't hurt, I could have taken you already," he whispered.

"I guess that would have to wait until I'm all fixed up then, but that would mean everyone will be back by that time," you retorted, grinning from ear to ear.

"you cheeky - I swear by that time, I'll make sure they hear you scream my name as it echoes throughout the building,"

Your face turned beet red at the thought of him making love to you.

"but for now, you rest and get better. You will need all the energy you have to keep up with me all night" he declared, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You pouted in disappointment but you look forward to when that time comes.

You shuffle under the covers to make yourself comfortable as you decide to drift off to sleep again.

"rest well, my love. I love you. I'll see you in the morning," he made a quick peck on your lips before he made his exit.

"I love you too," you lazily answered as your eyes grew heavy.

#loki fanfic #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki drabble #loki fic recs #loki fluff #loki fanfiction #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki x original character

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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So like, what if our dear reader drank a potion ehich made them a child but they have their conscious n thinking capability still the same as their adult time but the gods think they hv toddler brain, and they use it to their advantage to be pervy. And in context to the above image, they would bit their husbandos titties and gods would think she is just hungry, but in some (any of ur choice) incident they find out she still has adult brain n is only fulfilling her fantasies so when they r back to Normal they r in for some spicy smut . Thank you and I hope you will fulfill my request for record of ragnarok characters : Thor, loki, hades ,poseidon , rudra, indra, Buddha, Qin shi huang, Sakata kintoki, Nikola , beelzebub. Please do individual characters only for the smut part. For the biting the tiddies part I would like that the reader be go around feeding on them all 😳

Hello my love, I’m happy to do my best in this request for you, but I do need to let you know the only character I won’t be writing is Kintoki, as I haven’t had enough screen time/ manga pages, with him, so I’m not sure how to write his character. I do apologize.

-Panic was the only thing swarming around you at the moment, after you woke up in the body of a younger toddler.

-You had been stunned silent, being completely coherent of the situation, but you couldn’t talk and say anything otherwise.

-The man of your life was holding you to his chest, frantic as he tried to make sense what was going on, while you were just chilling in a tee-shirt that was ten times too big for you.

-Zeus found a glass with a strange purple liquid inside of it nearby and inspected it closely before announcing you had unknowingly drank a potion that turned you into a toddler, and you would be a toddle for at least the next 24 hours.

-You looked up at your lover, feeling bad that he was so worried about you, as you were trying to figure out the same thing.

-However, as you looked up at him, his muscles were staring you right in the face, hugging you to his large and voluptuous pecs.

-Hearts immediately appeared in your eyes, without anyone seeing and the little devil and little angel appeared on your shoulders and instantly the devil suplexed your angel almost instantly, “DO IT!!”

-You instantly opened your mouth and began to mouth around his peck, cooing cutely as he panicked, holding you back away from him.

-Zeus laughed warmly, stroking his bread, “Looks like Y/N is hungry and trying to feed off you.” He tried to come over to pinch your cheek and you whined, tears filling your eyes, waving your arms back to your lover, fussing.

-Instantly you were back where you wanted to be, cooing in content, looking so innocent to the others in the room who all thought you were adorable, while your thoughts were anything but.

-You slapped your hands against his pec, giggling happily as you nuzzled your cheek against it and instantly tried to latch on to his nipple, living out your perverse fantasy.

-While embarrassing for him, you weren’t bothered as he tried to get you to get off his chest, offering you a bottle instead, but you smacked it away, only wanting his chest!

-Several hours later, after everyone had left, leaving only you and your lover, who was drained after dealing with this whole situation.

-You lifted yourself up as he stroked your hair, babbling up at him, as he had an arm thrown over his eyes and he looked at you, giving you a soft smile, “You’re cute like this, but I want my Y/N back.”

-Your eyes softened, your love for him only growing before you cooed softly, reaching for his face and he chuckled, lifting you up and pecked your cheek gently.

-You managed to press your lips against his lips and POOF! You were now sitting across your lover’s chest, the shirt now a bit stretched due to your adult form.

-A smile appeared on your lips, “I love you (Love).” He was stunned, having not expected you to change back with just a kiss before his hands came to your thighs, the smile on his face not matching the aura of fury surrounding him, “Y/N~ were you aware of what you were doing as a baby?”

-Your grin was telling and instantly he swatted your rear hard, making you keen loudly, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through you.

-By the look in his eyes, you were going to be punished~

-Thor- He quickly had you on your knees, bent over you, one hand holding your head down to the ground while the other slapped at your ass and the back of your thighs while he pounded into you. You were a drooling mess, crying out, your nails digging into the blanket he had thrown on the floor, your one mercy from him. He was relentless, his pace never faltering, bringing you to peak one after another. Your antics fueled him, you had embarrassed him and he wanted to drive every thought besides him and his cock from your head.

-Loki- You teased and embarrassed him, he will give it back to you tenfold. He liked it a bit more when you were in charge, begging you, but when he was in charge, he made sure you wouldn’t forget it. You hummed as he forced you to swallow him to the base, not caring that you were almost choking, his hands tangled in your hair, throat fucking you hard and fast. You whined, trying to get your hands free so you could touch yourself as you were dripping down your thighs. He sneered down at you, “C’mon Y/N, maybe I’ll fuck you if you make me cum? Can you do that?” his condescending tone made you squeeze around nothing before you hollowed your cheeks, making him thrown his head back.

-Hades- If you want to act like a brat and embarrass him, he’ll treat you like a brat. His hands rubbed across the back of your thighs, listening to your breathy pants, soothing the ache away after he had just thrown you over his knee and spanked you. A smirk appeared as his fingers stroked down your rear, finding your dripping core and instantly you mewled as his fingers brushed against the wetness, “My-my~ you’re so wet. Don’t tell me you liked your punishment?” his fingers quickly worked into your core, making your back arch upwards with a sharp cry before you felt something hard shifting against your stomach. You would have to misbehave more often.

-Poseidon- In hindsight, you realized you needed to get better at lying, at least with things like this, your hands were bound above your head, tying you to his large bed, and began to punish you. Your ass was red from his slaps, they stung but at the same time, the little bit of pain felt so good~ and you were four orgasms in, you felt so dizzy, so delirious. Poseidon entered with some water for you, helping you drink it before he kissed you hard, licking the drops of water at the sides of your mouth away, “Don’t pass out on me now. You’re punishment is far from over.” You looked up at him, confused before your eyes widened as he opened a large stamina potion and downed the whole thing. He looked at you with a feral look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but squeak, pressing your thighs together.

-Rudra- You moaned softly as he stroked your ass, having just finished spanking you, red covering your ass and thighs, while his other hands were holding you down. He murmured into your hair gently after sitting you up, making you straddle his waist, “You did so good for me, my bad little girl. I think we’ll move onto the second punishment now~” he was quick to free his cock and lifted you with two of his hands and pulled you down hard. A sharp cry left you as you almost immediately came and he instantly stilled, “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so. Bad girls don’t get rewards.” You licked your lips and he instantly grinned and began to jackhammer up into you.

-Indra- You relaxed your throat again as he made you gag again, thrusting up, making you take him deeper. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, “Keep going, you’re not finished yet.” He had forced you immediately to your knees, bullying you back into your place as punishment, but he knew you liked it, else you would have used your safe word or safe word action. His one hand brushed your hair from your face, the soft action a stark contrast of his rough treatment, making you choke on his cock and ignoring your needs, for the moment. Once he felt like you had learned your lesson then he would reward you, maybe.

-Buddha- Your hands were almost instantly bound as soon as he had you pinned to the ground, forcing his body between your thighs, grinding down hard on you, dry humping you. Your shirt had long been shredded and he used your chest to his heart’s desire, titty fucking you, painting your chest and face with his cum, sucking at your own nipples until they were almost painfully sensitive, but the worst thing is that he kept fingering you and denying you orgasm after orgasm, overstimulating you but never giving you any relief. Only when you could only make noises and say his name did he finally fuck you, giving you exactly what you wanted, treating you like a sex toy, boy did you love that.

-Qin Shi Huang- He was so cruel to you, spanking you while talking so gently to you, like you were a child, praising you taking your punishment like a big girl, making you whine. Once he stopped, after about fifteen slaps to your ass and thighs, he rolled you over, sucking on your own nipples like he was the baby. He enjoyed feeling your hands scratching along his scalp, but he was quick to pull back and grab his blindfold, tying you to his bed, “Ahh-ahh my little lotus, this is a punishment. Take what I give you.” You whined softly, pouting up at him, but another slap to your aching thigh had any complaints quickly dying. He kissed you softly, before whispering against your lips, “If you behave, maybe I’ll reward you.” He relished the look on your face, biting your bottom lip lightly but delight in your eyes.

-Nikola- Could only pout as you hugged him, apologizing, refusing to look at you as you nuzzled your nose against his cheek, a pout coming to your own lips, “I just wanted to live out one of my fantasies with you Nikola~ you never let me do anything like that in the bedroom.” His head finally turned, “Fine. Since you got to live out one of yours, you get to help me with one of mine.” Ten minutes later you were in the skimpiest little maid costume you had ever seen, complete with high heels, stockings, and no panties. He had opened his shirt and undone his pants before taking a glass of wine and poured it all over his chest and crotch, “Clean it up.” You kneeled before him, batting your eyes, “Of course, master~” he was quick to groan, his head falling back as you got to work, both of you curious about more sexual fantasies you both had.

-Beelzebub- Had immediately pinned you down, face down ass up, after forcing the shirt off of you, leaving you completely bare and bullied his cock into you. Your sharp and slightly painful cries were music to his ears as he set a harsh and rough pace, hands digging into your ass, his nails biting just slightly into your skin, “You think it’s funny to embarrass me in public? Maybe I should take you out and fuck you in the meeting room, let all the other gods see you.” You mewled loudly which made him smirk, feeling you tighten around him, “Oh~ are you really that much of a little whore, Y/N? Well too bad, your body is mine, and mine alone.” He slapped your ass hard, making you cry out loudly for him, “Yours! Only yours!” his pace increased, each thrust driving a harsh cry from your naughty lips.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror loki #ror hades #ror poseidon #ror rudra #ror indra #ror buddha #ror qin shi huang #ror nikola tesla #ror beelzebub

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rielzero · 6 months

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Just saw your post about ascended Astarion and male Tav fanfic. I am willing to rise to the challenge

If you need any prompts! here's some concept I've danced with in my head (up for anyone to use) inspired by my own character's potential AUs. Please do not claim ownership over the ideas, I'd love to see people's different spins. Please keep it to Male Tav, there's so many Female Tav fics out there already- I had ideas specifically with a male character in mind. M x M focus is preferred. I'm not bi or pan, so anything hinting to tav being exclusively gay is nice.

THESE ARE all PROMPTS / IDEAS not demands. I'm not here to control anyone's creative progress :V

I'm just a nerd be nice

Brain Damage Tav has used the tadpole powers but refuses to become half-illitid and keeps it how it is. Tav ascends Astarion- but is convinced by Jaheira or someone else that he is incapable of feeling love now and becomes afraid of him- (Astarion still is very much capable of love) Astarion responds of course like a scorned ex, and lies through his teeth when the break up happens and breaks tav's heart. Timeskip- it is revealed Tav's altered brain still has mindflayer powers, but because of the trauma of the final fight he suffers from severe memory loss and pretty much got themselves in a position were he is dying- only for Astarion to come around and save him by turning him- then be met with guilt and over-protectiveness when he realizes Tav does not remember their time together anymore. (would work for a series, this concept is what I intend to use for an AU of my character but it would be very different.) Lots of angst but soft ascended astarion towards male tav :3 very gentle- very protective.

You were There too AU were Tav was kept by Cazador but never turned, just kept as a snack- so Astarion knows him and they may have fallen in love during that time. During the ritual Cazador threatens to replace Astarion with Tav- Astarion goes feral.

I forget you're an Urchin Playing into the fact that Astarion was a corrupted Noble- knows what luxury life is like- inspired by how my tav is an urchin and very unfamiliar with luxury- Tav is Astarion's consort- but is very awkward not knowing ANYTHING about noble life, from etiquette to wearing jewelry and fancy garbs. Wholesome stuff- Probably lots of fluff. Astarion spoiling Tav and showing him off.

Three of them AU were Gale and Astarion and Tav are a in a polycule, after ascension Astarion becomes a little overly possessive over Tav- Gale notices a bit late and feels left out, but supports his loved ones new life goals... Of world domination.

I'm married, get over it Au were male tav has an horrible ex who breaks in the mansion because he thinks tav is enslaved to Astarion- but he's not- He's just as evil as Astarion. And they're very affectionate- Astarion enjoys rubbing it into the ex's face. Extra points if the ex is a human cleric, paladin, or bard with too much facial hair. (COUGHS)

Warlock? cool Any fic that plays into the warlock theme openly for tav, not similary to Wyll- all though I don't want to restrict anyone to a specific type of patron. (my patron is a great old one) keep in mind there's warlock patrons outside of the subclasses in the bg3 game if you need inspiration. If tav's patron is female, give them a mother-son kind of bond since tav is gay.

Other, Tropes I like described vaguely cuz my brain stoopid but ideas that can be expanded into one fic or more -oh shit you're dying don't worry I can fix it with a bite -you're so beautiful I want a 100 paintings of you akjdkhgkfhgk -The gods literally made you to ruin me god damn it I should've known -tav is small / fragile looking man but he can stab you 100 times over -tav can sing, or is creative but he doesn't like sharing this side of him (loki is 100% exactly this lol) hes easily embarrassed -tav is internally panicking because he is very very very gay. -tav has scars too and is very insecure about his body. -overprotectiveness, lots of handholding keep you close kinda stuff -wholesome physical affection, does not have sexual implications even if they talk dirty or flirt silly -words being used like petite, twink- or cute in the right context. -maybe a fic focussing on tav being half elf and the struggles that come with it. Otherwise leave race up to reader. -Tav was already a vampire before they met, or is a dhampir -Astarion and tav knew each other 200 years ago -I will pet you aggressively and affectionally and you will like it -who the fuck are you drawing? wait thats me??? oh -Astarion is creative too and might doodle. -love at first sight but in denial.. cuz its funny -tav has insomnia and needs cuddles... -tav is a necromancer and familiar with vampire lore. -anything reflecting the vampire bride/groom lore in a scene. (there's a reddit post explaining this) -Vampire hunters coming after tav in attempt to hurt Astarion because he's become pretty untouchable -Vampire Tav does not want to feed on his victims because he finds that too intimite -Vampire tav is a vampire lord too- but not an ascended one- and he isn't corrupted by greed. -Astarion technically can compel Tav, but has no desire to do so and voices this openly to anyone who tries to argue Tav is a slave. -If Astarion hurts tav by accident in any way he feels horrible and will shower him in gifts or thousands of love language things just to affirm that it was an oopsie and he did not want to do that. He'd never do that willingly. -consent consent consent anything with consent- love language is consent -tav was a sex worker himself before they met but not anymore -lots of fluff stuff -scheming husbands plotting the downfall of the world together, bonus points if tav is the mastermind and a genius -Polycule with Gale, either as Triad, or Triangle -Admiring from afar, staring- lots of staring- intense consential staring -astarion beating up tav's abusers while tav sips from a chalice like a spoiled consort -dramatic vampire parties and all the normie vampire lords are scared of Astarion and his consort -vampire politics are kind of like ballroom hissing contests with fancy banquets and showing off your partner -I will go feral if someone hurts or touches you -steer clear of the consort, or the master will gut you -jealous vampire lord tries to seduce tav but tav is very loyal to astarion and not having it -astarion gets a cleric or powerful mage in his court just to revive tav if tav dies -You offended my husband? I'm setting your village on fire -Everyone thinks the consort tav is weak- but the consort might actually be more dangerous oh no -None of the above lines have to be necessarily restricted by ingame universe, can all be AU- does not have to include the whole mindflayer drama. Rule of Cool.

Avoid these please? I personally dislike that -misgendering tav (babygirl, queen, girly, strictly effeminate- any words that might demasculinize tav, as a gay man this stuff makes me really uncomfortable) -Overly describing tav's features as if they're set without leaving it open to the reader (long hair, skin color, favorite colors, etc) -Astarion knew tav when tav was still a child and Astarion was an adult. -Astarion abusing tav physically, just.. Please no. -...they're teenagers in high school... *dies* -brainwashing.. No offense to people who like some tropes I don't- You're fine :V We all have different tastes!

Headcanons for how Ascension works that you can use (inspired by ingame dialogue and such) -Tav isn't a regular spawn, but a vampire groom- He was turned differently, not buried for 2 days. Astarion can sense Tav is in danger if he is a groom, or sense strong emotions from him. -Tav is not immune to sunlight unless he stays in close range of Astarion. (based on dialogue) -Astarion might be a bit warmer to the touch since he is a living vampire now. He does not have to feed on blood- but Tav still requires blood and is cold to the touch.

Might edit this post later with more.

#bg3 #male tav #astarion x male tav #astarion x male reader #prompts #these are some of my preferences #vampire #ascended astarion #astarion bg3 #fanfiction #fanfic prompts #ideas

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wheredafandomat · 11 months

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The Royal Ruse 👑

Prince! Loki x Asgardian reader

18+ | this fic contains angst, some sort of bad word probably, little bit of a slow burn. Also, there may be some kissin in this chap 🥰😂

Chapter 4 Next

“AAAAAHHH!” You exclaimed, surprised as you opened your eyes to be met by Loki who was regarding you suspiciously before you moved your head backwards.

“You know you snore in your sleep.” Loki spoke nonchalantly as he stood back up to his full height whilst you stopped cowering on the other side of the bed. “A lot I might add.”

“Why were you just in my face like that?” You questioned, catching your breath back.

“I was wondering whether there was a problem with your airways so I took it upon myself to check” Loki smiled proudly “you’re welcome by the way” he continued, his smile falling “I can’t have my ticket to kingdom dying now can I?”

“Thanks.” You sneered.

“Anyways, now that you’re finally awake, we can go for breakfast.” He clapped.

“But what am I to wear?” You asked, gesturing to his tunic you still had on.

“It would be rather daring to have you walk about the palace wearing my clothes” he smirked, eyes quickly running over the material covering your body “but I’ve already arranged something” he finished excitedly, meeting your eyes again before the door knocked. “Come in.” He answered before the door opened, half a dozen ladies walking in all holding some kind of object or material.

“Good morning, your highness.” They all bowed to Loki before turning their attention to you “and to you your grace.”

“Y/n’s fine.” You squeaked in response.

“Have you ladies come to dress my darling princess?” Loki asked cheerfully.

“Of course, we’ve even been given silks from the allmother herself.” One of the ladies answered excitedly.

“Well I guess I’ll be meeting you for breakfast, have fun.” Loki parted.

“Loki, wait.” You called after him as he winked before shutting the door.

“Shall we begin.” One of the women spoke, smiling at you.

“I’ll draw you a bath.” Another said as you began standing to your feet, one of the other ones stripping the bed sheets. As you stepped towards the washroom, you were paused by a lady with a tape measure who insisted on taking your measurements. It took a few minutes before you were able to continue your journey to the washroom where a bath was waiting for you.

“What are you doing?” You asked as the lady who drew your bath began lifting Loki’s tunic off of your body.

“We must get you bathed in time for breakfast so as not to keep the prince waiting.” She answered.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing this by myself.” You answered.

“Are you sure your grace?”

“Certain.”

“Apologies.” She quickly rushed out, deflated, before you stopped her.

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“Eloise.” She replied.

“I’m fine in here Eloise but if I need you I’ll be sure to call.” You smiled, her returning it before leaving.

Once you were finished, you dried yourself before walking back out into Loki’s room where there were dresses laid out for you already. The ladies helped you dress, Eloise making the final adjustments to the dress you were wearing for breakfast before plaiting your hair. You smiled and thanked her, guessing you were both around the same age. Once you were ready, the ladies stood eagerly behind you as you stepped in front of the mirror, admiring your new look. You couldn’t deny how much you felt like a princess, even more so than last night. You were sure that if your parents could see you now, they’d find you unrecognisable. For one, you were standing in a prince’s room and being dressed by chambermaids.

“Doesn’t she look lovely.” One of the older ladies simpered before they each complimented you before dismissing themselves.

Once you were alone, you remembered you were supposed to meet Loki for breakfast. At first, you waited for a few minutes wondering if he was going to come back to his room but once you realised he wasn’t, you decided to try and make your own way in the hopes that you wouldn’t get lost. This time, you focused more on the hallway than you did the decorations. It was when you passed the same tapestry for the third time that you realised you weren’t focusing on anything other than reciting please don’t be lost in your head.

“Are you lost?”

Following the voice, you were met by Thor who was eyeing you amused.

“No—I mean yes—to be honest, I don’t know where I’m going.” You answered.

“Luckily I found you then” he smiled “follow me my lady.” He offered his arm before you both set off. On your short journey to the breakfast hall, Thor told you stories about his and Loki’s childhood, the last one ending in an unfortunate encounter with a snake that left you laughing as you entered.

Loki’s jaw clenched at the sight of you, head thrown back as you laughed, gripping his brother's arm. Quickly standing to his feet, he pulled out the chair next to him before beckoning you over. As you reached him, Thor heading to his own seat, Loki kissed your cheek before speaking.

“Well don’t you look exquisite” he practically purred in your ear, tucking your seat in as you sat before turning his attention to Thor “truly ravishing, wouldn’t you agree brother?”

“Yes, very lovely.” Thor replied, clearly uncomfortable as he looked away. You glanced at Loki who was smiling in a way that could only be described as triumphantly. In the wake of all the awkwardness, you had hardly registered that moments ago Loki’s lips were against your cheek.

“Did you rest well?” Frigga asked once she entered and took her seat.

“Great thanks.” You answered.

“Excellent.” She smiled. “Loki, ensure that the seamstresses make her a dress with your colours for this evening, we’re hosting a ball.”

“A ball?” You questioned, never having been to one before.

“Yes, in celebration of your engagement dear.”

“Of course.” You murmured.

“Yes mother.” Loki answered, pecking your cheek again reminding you of the first time.

Once you had finished breakfast, Loki was taking you back to his room when you turned to face him.

“What was that?” You interrogated.

“What was what?”

“You kissed me!” You whisper shouted.

“I meerley pecked your cheek.” He shrugged.

“Fine, yes, why?”

“Because you’re supposed to be the love of my life and we were eating breakfast with my family. Public displays of affection are expected between a fiancée and a fiancé.” He answered.

“So there was no ulterior motive?” You probed, remembering his interaction with Thor.

“Ulterior motive? What do you think this is?” He scoffed, gesturing between you both.

“Alright, gosh, sorry.”

“Whatever” he dismissed “now, I must teach you ballroom etiquette.” He clapped.

“You’re making things up now.” You laughed, waiting for Loki to laugh too which he didn’t. “You’re not making this up are you?”

“No, I’m not making this up” he derided “meet me in the royal palace gardens.” He ordered, gesturing you towards his bedroom as he opened the door before nudging you inside.

“Wait, how do I get there? When do you want me to meet you?!” You asked as he closed the door behind him.

As Loki made his way down the hallway, he heard the sound of Thor calling him. Rolling his eyes, he turned to be met by Thor and his friends.

“Loki” Thor thundered “I was just telling the warriors—”

“And Sif.” Sif cut in.

“And Sif, about your new beau.” Thor continued.

“Yes, she’s quite delightful.” Loki smirked.

“She looks familiar, I just can’t quite place her.” Thor spoke, tapping his chin.

“Perhaps you’ve seen her here before, I’ve snuck her out a few fair times now.” Loki lied, worried about Thor’s thinking, it was never good when he did that.

“Mhmm, perhaps” Thor stopped “Well, let me not keep you.” Thor finished, allowing Loki safe passage past him and his pesky warriors.

“And Sif, you always forget and Sif.” Sif scorned, nudging Thors chest.

Pesky warriors and Sif he thought as he continued his way towards the throne room. Once he was outside, he pushed the door open before stepping inside, sighing contently at the sight of the throne before him.

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