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vbecker10 · 1 year

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The Blind Date? (Part 2 of 4)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 in progress

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Warnings: none...? I know I promised fluff but I lied haha sorry also... I don't know why I made Tony such an ass but I did lol

Summary: Your friend sets you up on a blind date with someone she works with at SHIELD but you accidentally end up on a mission with Loki. Unfortunately your date isn't going nearly as well as Loki's mission... which could also be going better.

A/N: Once again life really got in the way... I'm sorry it took so long to post the second part. Hopefully the third part will be up much easier. This got away from me a little but trust the process lol

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

"Would it be possible to get a table closer to the back, where it's quieter?" Loki asks and the woman nods in response, barely looking up at him.

She motions for a waiter to lead you to a table for two in the farthest corner of the space. As you walk through the restaurant, you think it's a bit odd that no one takes notice of Loki. None of wait staff or the other diners even so much as glance at the tall, raven haired prince as he follows you closely. You wonder if Tony Stark or Thor are able to go out as unnoticed as he seemed to be.

You're also more then a little surprised by how content Loki appears to be with the lack of attention from everyone. Although you don't know him quite yet, what little you had seen of him in press conferences would have made you assume he enjoyed being recognized. He almost never attended the interviews with the team but when he did, he always managed to steal the spot light from the other Avengers. You even joked with your friends about how much it appeared to annoy Captain Rogers when Loki was the center of attention.

You reach the table and Loki pulls out your chair, something none of your other blind dates had ever done for you. You smile, looking down to hide a slight blush as he brushes your back lightly. He places his black suit jacket over the back of his chair and you find yourself trying not to stare at how well his dark green dress shirt hugs his chest and arms. He straightens his tie a bit and takes both menus from the waiter, handing you one. You open the menu then close it, feeling confused as you read the cursive writing on the cover.

"Is everything alright with your menu?" Loki asks, looking curiously at you.

"Oh, yes. It's fine, sorry," you answer quickly with a nervous laugh and he nods, thankfully not interested enough to ask any further questions. You don't want to start the night off by telling him you didn't even know the correct name for the restaurant you were in. You were so sure Michelle said it was called the Red Peak but you don't remember seeing a sign out front, there was just a red logo of a mountain on the door. Apparently you should have written it on your note. You open the menu again and sigh at the thought of your friends making fun of you for not realizing you were at the Crimson Hill. So close, you think to yourself.

(LOKI POV)

You nod at Y/N's response and use the menu to hide the fact that you are looking around the room for your targets. You hear Rogers chattering away in your ear as you observe the two Hydra targets walk behind Y/N to their table. Both men hand their coats to a young woman then take their seats at one end. The taller man places a black briefcase on the floor between their chairs and they begin the talk quietly. One of the doors to the kitchen swings open and the waiters quickly clear a path. Two men in dark suits and three women in brightly colored dresses exit the kitchen followed a moment later by a much older man. The Hydra agents stand to greet their hosts with handshakes and hugs, clearly this wasn't a first meeting as the team had assumed.

As soon as all the targets are settled at their table, you take your phone out of your pocket and act as if you've just received a message. "I'm sorry, would you excuse me for a moment. I have to make a call," you say, standing up without waiting for her to respond.

You check the bathroom to ensure it is completely empty then lock the door to the room before angrily responding to Rogers, "You talk far too much Captain. How am I supposed to think if you are never quiet for more then five seconds at a time?"

"You aren't there to think, you're there to watch the targets," he replies in your ear and you roll your eyes.

Stark adds, "While we are on the subject of you thinking, what the hell were you thinking letting that woman know who you really are? That wasn't part of the plan."

"I adjusted the plan. I saw no reason to waste a perfectly good date," you tell them.

"No reason-," Stark says obviously frustrated, "No reason? You're on a recon mission, not an actual date."

"Laufeyson, you need to fix this now," Rogers says, only slightly calmer than Stark sounds.

You smirk at your reflection as you run your fingers through your hair. "Unfortunately, I simply cannot do that," you say.

"And why is that?" Rogers asks, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"How am I to explain my sudden change in appearance when I sit across from her again? Even if she believes I am the same person, I doubt very much you would like me to explain to her that I am here on a mission and only using her as part of my disguise," you wait for them to respond, you can hear Stark sigh deeply. "Or perhaps, you would rather it appear as if Loki walked out on her before we even order appetizers? That really is quite rude, even for me don't you think Captain?" Again, you pause for a moment before adding, "Perhaps it would be best if I were to create an entirely new form since several members of the wait staff have seen this version of me with her already. It might seem a bit peculiar if I suddenly go back to the bar in search of another date while she waits for me to return."

"I can't believe this..." Stark mumbles then after a short pause finally says, "Fine." You try not to wince at how loud he yells that one word in your ear. "Don't screw this up any more than you already have, Laufeyson," he warns you.

"Don't forget, you're still on probation and I will make sure all of this goes in my report for Fury," Rogers adds.

(Y/N POV)

You bite your nails as you look around the restaurant then back at the empty seat across from you. You still can't believe Michelle would really set you up with Loki and not tell you. Normally she was so bad at keeping her own secrets she would tell what she bought you for your birthday the minute she left the store.

How did she even manage to set this up, you wonder. She never told you she had even met him and you had asked several times about the Avengers, more specifically about Loki. The God of Mischief might not be everyone's favorite but your friends knew he was your celebrity crush. Michelle even joked that you two were destined to be sister-in-laws since she thought Thor was the best looking. Neither of you were surprised when Jess said she preferred the former Winter Soldier, he did look oddly similar to her fiancé Sebastian, although she claimed she didn't see it.

"I'm sorry about that," you hear Loki say from behind you, brushing your shoulder lightly as he passes.

"Its ok. Is everything alright?" you ask, noticing how unhappy he seems.

"Yes," he answers, barely making eye contact with you. "Just a small issue with work," he vaguely explains.

You don't respond, unsure if you are able to ask him anything specific about work. You sit in silence for a few moments until the waiter appears and takes your order, then the two of you are alone again.

"So..." you start slowly, trying to think of something to talk about. "How do you like the city so far?"

"What?" he asks.

You can tell his attention isn't on you, but on the beautifully dressed women at the table behind you. You shrug before asking him again, "I was wondering if you like the city?"

"Yes," he responds in a less then believable tone.

"Well quiet was an understatement," you mumble, looking away from him across the room.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his attention finally shifting to you.

You look back at him quickly, of course that he heard. "I guess I was looking for more than a one word answer," you tell him. "Its kind of hard to have a conversation like that."

He's quiet for a minute and you start to grow nervous that you've offended him. He takes a sip of his water then says, "The city has its moments... It still doesn't feel like home and I'm not convinced it ever will but I think I'm getting used to being here. I will admit I do enjoy the libraries and the different types of museums but I don't often get to spend as much time in them as I would like."

"Have you been to the Museum of Natural History?" you ask, a bit more excited than you hoped.

"I have once," he smiles for a moment then pauses, covering one of his ears briefly as if it's too loud in the restaurant. He continues, "Stark called me back to the Tower for a ridiculous meeting about not filling out some paperwork properly and I had to leave fairly soon after I arrived."

"Oh no, you have to go back. It's one of my favorites," you tell him.

"I can see why you like it so much," he says, his enthusiasm almost matching yours. "I'm hoping to go back soon to visit the rest of it."

"Did you at least get to see the planetarium?" you ask hopefully.

"Unfortunately not," he shakes his head.

"That's horrible, it's the best part," you say then without thinking you add, "Maybe I could go with you next time. I can show you the really cool exhibits first just in case you have to leave for another boring meeting."

(LOKI POV)

You can't help but smile at her offer but it vanishes quickly when you hear Stark in your ear again. "You need to start planting the listening devices," he orders. "You've wasted enough time on her and this pretend date of yours."

You practically bite your tongue to keep from responding to him harshly. Instead you take your phone out of your pocket again, hearing her sigh softly as she sits back in her chair. "I'm sorry, it's my brother. He needs me to call him," you lie and she nods. "When I get back you can tell me more about the planetarium or which parts you liked the best," you suggest, feeling a bit surprised by how interested you are in her opinion of the museum.

"Sure," she says, giving you a half hearted attempt at a smile.

"Get a move on, reindeer games," Stark tells you.

You turn away from the table and when you are out of earshot from Y/N you reply, "You will not speak to me that way Stark. I am not someone you can simply order about."

"That's not what the deal we have with Thor says," he reminds you. "You work for SHIELD which means you do what we want when we want. Is that clear?"

You grind your teeth then force yourself to take a breath before speaking. "Understood," you tell him in a low tone, knowing it truly is this or the dungeons on Asgard.

You continue your way towards the kitchen and carefully mimic the appearance of a waiter who passes you with a tray of food. You walk through the kitchen, keeping your head down and avoiding attention from the other staff. You reach the two tall metal freezer doors in the rear of the kitchen and look over your shoulder.

"Its the door on the left," Rogers reminds you unnecessarily just as you grab the handle. You open the metal door and step into a hallway, closing it as quietly as possible. You look down the hall, there are two doors on one side and three on the other. "Second one on the right side-" Rogers again informs you where to go.

"I am aware of where I need to go Captain," you cut him off. "I did read the file you gave me."

He doesn't respond but you can hear Stark mumble something under his breath as you stand in front of the door that had been marked on the floor plan. You use your magic to unlock the door then take a moment to look around the office before deciding to place the listening device on a shelf behind a stack of slightly dusty books. After testing the device to ensure it is recoding and transmitting to SHIELD, you leave the room and go back to the kitchen.

As you are about to go back into the restaurant, you stop and pick up a pitcher of water and a towel, draping the towel over your arm like the other waiters. You carry the pitcher directly to the table with the targets and begin to refill their glasses, starting with the head of the mob family.

"Oh good, if the mission fails maybe you can get a job here waiting table," Stark says sarcastically and you try not to roll your eyes.

You continue down the table, filling each glass until you get to the two Hydra agents. After pouring water into the shorter man's glass you turn to the taller one who brought the briefcase. Just as you start to refill his glass your eyes wander to Y/N at the next table. Her chin is resting on her palm with her elbow propped up on the table as she pushes her food around with her fork while she waits for you to return.

"Stop!" a deep voice cuts through your thoughts. "What's wrong with you?" You look up at the man stands quickly, the water having overflowed from his glass onto the table and finally his pants.

"I'm so sorry sir," you say, drying off the table with your towel. He grabs his napkin and wipes off his pants while you reach under the table and place the second listening device. He takes a step away from the table and you kneel down, cleaning off his seat with one hand as you place the third device inside one of the pockets on his briefcase. You get up and quickly head back towards the kitchen, knowing the waiter you impersonated is only moments away from being fired.

"Very smooth, Laufeyson," Stark says with a laugh while you transform back into your original disguise.

(Y/N POV)

"Oh good, I was hoping you would get back before it got too cold," you say as Loki takes his seat again.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he says and you feel as if he means it more then the last time he stepped away. "You didn't need to wait for me," he gestures towards your full plate.

You shrug, "It would have been rude not to." He smiles a bit and you ask, "Is everything ok with your brother?"

He pauses for a moment then says, "Yes, nothing that couldn't have waited until I returned to the Tower."

"Brothers really are the worst aren't they?" you joke and he laughs in agreement. "To be fair though, I think younger brothers can be just as annoying as older brothers," you tell him.

"I have a feeling Thor would agree with you about that," he says. The two of you continue to talk while you eat but at you finish the appetizers, he goes quiet while he checks his phone again. He puts it back in his pocket and apologizes.

"So I think it might be time for a small wager," you tell him and he looks at you curiously.

"What kind of wager?" he asks, leaning towards you slightly.

"When my friends and I go out, we put all our phones in the middle of the table, face down and whoever touches their phone first hag to pay for everything," you explain.

"Well it would seem I've lost several times tonight," he says.

"How about we start now?" you suggest, hoping this will help you keep his attention for more then a few minutes at a time.

"That seems fair," he smiles, placing his phone next to yours.

(LOKI POV)

Well, this will be the shortest amount of time it has ever taken you to lose a bet, you think to yourself. She asks you another question and as you start to answer her, Rogers begins talking in your ear again. You manage to ignore him for a few more minutes while you continue your conversation with Y/N but then he becomes harder to block out. Finally you sigh and reach for your phone, your magic making it appear as if someone is calling you.

"I promise, this will be the last time," you tell her. "I really am sorry, darling."

She looks up at you, "I guess you lost the bet."

"It would appear so," you say as you stand up.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you are actually starting to like her," Stark says.

You ignore his comment as you walk towards the coat check room, taking on the appearance of another random waiter who passed you. You knock on the door to the small room and say, "The manager asked to see you on the kitchen."

"Peter?" she asks and you nod. "Sure, can you start here until I get back?" As soon as she leaves you close the door and begin looking through the tracks until you find the coats belonging to the two Hydra agents. Creating a small hole in the lining, you and the last device to the coat of the shorter man and seal it just as the young woman returns.

"He said he didn't need me for anything," she tells you and you shrug.

"I just do what they tell me," you reply and leave the room quickly.

As you are about to reach your table Rogers says, "Great, this whole thing has taken long enough. Just get out of there before anything can go wrong. We can monitor the rest of their meeting from-"

You take the small earpiece out and place it in your pocket.

(Y/N POV)

You look up as Loki walks back towards your table, he places his phone on the table face down under yours. "I'm sorry I've been so rude this evening," he says.

"Its ok," you tell him. "I'm sure it was important."

"It was but it was still wasn't fair of me to keep leaving you like that. It won't happen again," he promises with a smile.

"I hope not," you tell him, feeling a bit better. "Its no fun to be on a blind date by yourself."

"Blind date?" he asks.

You nod, "That reminds me, I wanted to ask how you know Michelle?" you finally ask him.

He looks at you confused and asks, "Who's Michelle?"

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daisybell17 · 9 months

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Morning coffee with Loki hc’s:

(slight (barley tbh) nsfw implications)

You get up much earlier than him and make coffee for yourself, just like every morning

He got up just 10 minutes after you and jumped onto the couch, sprawling out his arms and legs

“Morning, want some coffee?” you hold out your mug to show him your drink

“Yes please…but can i get a kiss first?”

You smile and give him a quick peck on the lips. You make your way into the kitchen and start making his cup

He comes up to you in the kitchen and wraps his arms around your waist, rocking you both side to side

You sway along with him and smile at the moment

He hums to the tune of your song as his hands glide down the sides of your waist, making their way into the hems of your shorts

You blush at his movements “Loki what are you doing?” you say teasingly

“Nothing! Can’t I just…hug my beautiful beautiful girl?” He says as if he isn’t obviously implying something

You roll your eyes and turn around, handing him his coffee “Don’t act like I don’t know what mischief act you’re up to”

He laughs at your comment and takes the hot mug from your hands

He took a step back, leaning against the island counter behind him, you hop onto that counter, watching him drink up the coffee you made for him

Quickly finishing his drink, he put the mug aside and stood in front of you “Can I get another kiss?”

You laugh and give him another kiss, but this time he didn’t let you go, only pulling you closer to his body

Laughing at his actions you only pull him closer, heating up the moment

Loki then started nibbling at your ear, making his way down to your neck

“What’s got you all riled up this morning?!”

“You. Always” Smiling as he pulls away

You hope of the counter and pull him by his shirt and into your shared room

a/n: i wrote this while having coffee…mornin!

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lokiprompts · 2 years

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A Second Chance - Part 2

Welp, guess I am going to make this a three parter. The third part will be the last part, I swear!

Summary: You didn't really like Loki, but you lost your memories and Loki takes advantage of the situation by pretending to be your boyfriend. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Some smut if you squint. Also didn't proof read this cuz I'm le tired. Sorry.

Words: ~ 3k

Part one on my master list.

You furrowed your brows at the man in front of you, who apparently was named Loki and was your boyfriend. None of this looked familiar, but something about him being so close to you felt…weird, but also right. You believed every word he said. Loki, or so he calls himself, was rubbing his thumb over your hand and you were thankful that you weren’t here in this hospital bed alone.

“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you.” You continued to look down at your joined hands and you genuinely did feel bad. How horrible must it be for him for his lover to forget who he was? You said so out loud and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay, Darling. I am not upset. I am just glad you are okay.” His eyes were glassy, and he looked at you. The love and affection were apparent in his eyes, and you felt obligated to give him a little smile.

“How long have we been together?” It was an innocent question, but Loki seemed thrown off by it. Thankfully, the God of Mischief was good at thinking on his feet.

“It’s relatively new,” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “but we are very happy.” He looked so stiff, but you just assumed it was because his girlfriend forgot who he was and the stress of that.

You laughed and that seemed to perk him up a bit, “I will take your word on it.”

There was a knock on the door and a nurse, followed by Dr. Strange came into your room. The doctor flipped through your chart and smiled at you, “I see you are awake. You hit your head pretty good, Y/N. How are you feeling?”

You shifted a bit, looking to Loki because honestly, you had no idea who this doctor was, but he spoke to you as if you knew him. “I, uh, I don’t remember much. I will be honest; I am very confused.” The more you thought about it, the more upset you got. You had a raging headache, the more you tried to remember, but it was all static. It was so frustrating!

“I don’t know where I am. I feel like I should know, and I feel like I should know who you are too, but I don’t.” By the time you finished, you were choking your words out in between tears. The sympathetic looks from everyone in the room felt like knives to your heart. All you wanted to do was remember, but you couldn’t.

“I know it is so frustrating Y/N. Thankfully, all your tests and scans came back fine. You just have a mild concussion and so, with amnesia like this, your memory will likely come back very quickly and probably all at once. So, you just have to be patient.”

The news was reassuring, but you were never one to be patient. That is something you knew about yourself, at least.

“We can make arrangements for someone to help take care of you. You shouldn’t be alone, and you will need help with your leg.”

You looked to Loki, confused. Maybe the doctor wasn’t aware of your relationship, “Well, I just assumed he would –“

“I will take responsibility for her, Doctor!” Loki interrupted, jumping to his feet with a big smile and a wave of his hand.

Strange looked between you and Loki with narrowed eyes, “Are you sur-“

“Yes, yes, I am her partner. I will be helping her. The rest of the team is busy on missions, and I am here, so it makes the most sense.”

That answer seemed to placate the doctor as he went over discharge instructions with Loki. Though, you wondered why Loki didn’t mention your relationship.

Then, before you knew it, you were making your way out of the Med Bay to your room, or what you were told was your room. You hobbled down the hallway on your crutches and Loki was there to catch you as you found your rhythm. The staples that were in your leg was gruesome, so you were thankful for his help. It was sweet, actually.

Loki took your room key from you and opened the door. He helped you in and started with a barrage of questions.

“Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Are you in pain?” You smiled softly at him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Did you always worry like this?”

He looked down at your hand on his shoulder and then back at you. “Always. I always worry about you. I just want you to be okay, to be happy.”

“Well, some pasta would make me very happy, Loki.” You shuffled your way over to the couch, with Loki on your heels of course, and sat down.

“Yes, right, of course. Right away, Darling. Whatever you need!” And the tall man made his way into your kitchen. While you heard him banging pots and pans in the kitchen, you took in the apartment around you. There wasn’t very much there. There were a few photos of you with the Avengers, but no family that you could recognize. You remembered your initial training days with the team, but after that it was a blur. The décor in the apartment was quite plain, outside of some plants here and there. Overall, the apartment did not give you many hints about the time you had lost.

You heard whispered yelling coming from your kitchen in a language you didn’t understand. You strained your neck to try and peak and see what was happening.

“Is everything okay in there?” You called out and Loki popped his head out from the kitchen, so you could see him.

“Oh yes, perfect, Darling. It will be the best pasta you have ever eaten. The most magnificent!” Then, as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. Loki seemed very confident, but something was telling you that he was bluffing.

“You don’t know how to cook do you?” You yelled. As soon as you said that there was a giant crash of pots and pans in the kitchen. Frankly, he sounded like he was destroying your kitchen.

Loki scrambled back out to your line of sight again. He wiped chonks of his hair out of his face as he tried, but failed, to keep a cool and collected image. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles.

“No, what makes you say that?!” You gave him a pointed look, and he all but crumbled under your gaze, “Okay, fine. I am not a great cook, but I want to take care of you. Please let me try.”

Loki towered over you, but here, hanging outside of your kitchen, he looked so small and so unsure. So far, as much as you knew, he was the only one in your life to come check on you. He wanted to make you a meal, even if it meant going outside of his comfort zone and even making a fool of himself. The gesture warmed your heart, so you decided to throw the man a bone.

“Okay, but will you let me help you maybe?” He glared at you, as if he was daring you to get off of that couch, and you laughed, “From the couch, okay? Grab the orange box from the cupboard and come here.” He disappeared for a moment and then was by your side. You were craning your neck to try and look at him.

“Do you mind?” You motioned for him to join you on the couch, but he surprised you by falling to his knees in front of you. You asked him to turn around and he looked skeptical at first before complying.

“The first thing we have to do is put that hair back” You grabbed a stray hair tie that was on your coffee table and ran your fingers through his long, black hair and gathering it in your hand for a low pony. You could have sworn you heard him purr and you smiled. You twisted the tie around his hair and secured it into a neat ponytail for him.

“I like your curls.” You simply said. He turned around to face you and he had a lovely dusting of pink on his cheeks. Loki’s hands gingerly touched his hair and he smiled softly at you before murmuring a whispered ‘thank you’. You wondered if he was always this shy, but either way you thought it was cute.

Picking up the box of pasta, you showed him the instructions on the back. “See this tells you how to cook it. You know how to use the stove, right?” He nodded his head enthusiastically, but really, he had just figured it out not even five minutes ago when he accidentally lit a potholder on fire. The less you knew, the better.

You told him where to find the pasta sauce and assured him it’s hard to mess up a pasta dinner. He made a joke about how anything was possible with him and when he winked at you, you couldn’t help but blush yourself. Loki surprised you, and he seemed genuinely surprised himself, when he reappeared with two plates of perfectly cooked pasta. There was some sauce on his face, so you reach forward and swiped it off with your finger and tasting it on your tongue.

“This is good!” You exclaimed, carrying on and taking a bite from your plate as if you didn’t just cause Loki’s heart to burst with pure joy.

In between bites you continued to talk to him, “I just glad that I remember pretty much everything. I think it is just this last year and a half that I don’t really remember. Like, how did we meet? How did our relationship start?”

He slurped up some pasta and a sauce covered noodle flicked over his nose. The man was huge, but he was so childlike. It was endearing. He sheepishly wiped his face with a napkin and turned to you.

“Well, I came to the Avengers very…reluctantly. I admit, I was sour about the whole situation, and it reflected in how I interacted with others. I wasn’t pleasant to be around,” He smiled tight lips. It was clear he was embarrassed by his behavior. “But you were always kind to me. No matter how rude I was or how I tried to push you away. You always tried to make sure I was included. You wanted me to feel like this was my home.”

He looked into your eyes, and you found yourself getting lost in his. There was so much emotion pooling in those crystal blue eyes, and you couldn’t tear yourself away even if you wanted to, but you didn’t want to, “That is how I fell in love with you. Your heart is so big and so pure, and you are amazing out in the field. Really quite impressive. And you’re stunning. The most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I just want to be around you all the time…and I am rambling.” He put his head in his hands out of embarrassment, but you did hear him laugh a little bit.

“Loki?”

He lifted his head from his hands to look at you. He looked terrified of what you were going to say. “Yes?”

“You love me?” You bat your eyelashes at him as you teased him.

He chuckled, “Yes, I do. It took me a long time to admit it. You actually were the one to call me out on it. You knew before I even knew I was feeling. Of course, you teased me about that too.” It wasn’t a lie.

“And do I love you?” Loki’s eyes locked on you. The God was frozen. He knew the answer, but he didn’t know what to say to you. So, he tried to answer as honestly as he could while still maintaining the façade.

“Honestly? I don’t know. You haven’t said it to me yet, but it doesn’t matter. I am content to just be in your presence. It’s an honor, truly.” The way he looked at you told you that every word he said to you was genuine. He looked at you liked you hung the sun, the moon, and the stars and while you did not remember him, you liked the way he looked at you.

And you liked looking at him.

Your eyes danced over his face, taking in his features. His sharp jawline. His black, long curls that still hung in your ponytail. His impeccable cheekbones and pillowy lips. There was no denying that he was incredibly handsome.

“You’re starring, Darling.” He smirked. That smile, too, oh it was starting to do things to you.

You nudged him playfully with your elbow, “You’re my boyfriend. I can stare if I like.” He smiled back at you and tenderly brushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“You certainly can, Darling.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence and now with a full and happy belly, you couldn’t help but yawn.

“Ahh, time for bed then.” You nodded at him, the exhaustion really hitting you hard. You reached for your crutches to help you get to your bed, but he stopped you. With one quick, yet careful movement, he scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing and started to make his way to your bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled in. His arms felt so comfortable, like you belonged there. It felt wonderful and you wondered how often he carried you like this to bed. You wished you could remember.

“Do you always carry me like this? It’s nice.” You murmured into his chest. Loki squeezed you closer to him. He was committing this feeling to memory. He had always wondered what you felt like in his arms, all warm and cozy. The only other time you were in his arms was when he was carrying you to the Quinjet, unconscious. If he could cast out that memory and replace it with this one, he would in a heartbeat.

“Not as often as I would like to.” It was another non-answer, answer, but you seemed satisfied with it. The god knew he was on borrowed time. It was only a matter of time until you remembered everything and realized he was lying about being in a relationship. Typically, Loki was a planner, and he was always three steps or more ahead of whatever problem he was facing. But now, he had no plans. He will face your wrath with pure gratitude that he even got to dream of a life with you.

Tenderly, as if you could break like glass, he placed you on your bed. He tucked you in so sweetly, your heart swelled. You wondered if he always cared for you like this. You missed those memories. Loki wished you a good night and turned to leave, but you called out to him.

“Can you please just hold me?” The god stood awkwardly in your bedroom, bouncing on his heels.

“I am not sure if that is a good idea. You don’t really remember me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He argued, looking down at his feet that shuffled on the floor. But really, he worried that you would hear his heart beating so loudly just being next to you.

“I am asking you to stay, so I am not uncomfortable. I don’t want to be alone…and I trust you.”

Loki’s eyes shot up to yours, “You-You do?” You smiled up at him.

“Of course. I know it is silly since I don’t really remember you. You could be lying through your teeth,” You laughed at the idea and missed the slight wince that crossed Loki’s face, “I just know I can trust you. You will take care of me. Please? Will you stay?”

You gave him your best puppy dog eyes and you saw him melt into a puddle right in front of you. This man was truly putty in your hands, and you were starting to love it. Without another word, Loki crawled into bed with you. He insisted on being on top of the covers, something about decency, but he still wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his chest. Over your shoulder, you heard a contented sigh and you fell asleep with a smile.

Sometime, during the night, Loki had made his way under the covers. He had a death grip on your body as he held you so close to him like you might try to escape. You bit your lip, feeling his bulge poke against your back. The man behind you was sound asleep so you boldly wiggled your hips against him. The low, rumbly growl that came from his chest lit your whole body on fire. Part of you felt a bit promiscuous since you still didn’t remember him, so it was like grinding on a stranger. But this stranger was crazy hot and technically he was your boyfriend, so why not right?

You let out a quiet moan of your own when you felt wet kisses under your ear and the back of your neck. And just as quickly this all started, it ended. Loki woke up and registered what was happening. His lips on your neck and his hard on rubbing against your ass. He jumped out of bed, almost tripping on it as his long legs got caught on your comforter. He turned his back to you and quickly readjusted himself in a feeble attempt to hide his obvious erection. The God was blessed, he knew this, but he still wanted to do this right. This was his second chance, after all.

You turned in bed to face him and giggled at his frantic behavior, “I didn’t realize I was so unappealing.” If there was one thing you learned about your relationship with Loki, it’s that you love teasing him.

His brain just about short circuited, “No, no, no, Darling. No. You are amazing. I mean, your face! Your body!” He gestured with his hands towards you, as if you knew exactly what he meant.

You flashed him a sweet smile and it seemed to help ease his panic, “Thanks Loki. So, what’s the plan for today?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and he caressed your messy bed head with his hand. The feeling was so nice. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so loved, but a part of you was just blaming the amnesia.

“I was thinking we could do something today that might help with your memory. I wanted to recreate our first date.” He beamed down at you. You thought the idea was so incredibly sweet, and a great way to maybe trigger your memories back. But little did you know that it would, truly, be your first date with Loki.

“I love that idea.” You smiled at him, lost in his sweetness. He offered you his hand and helped you out of bed, careful of your leg.

“Then let’s get you ready, my love.”

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mochie85 · 1 year

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Last day of March!

Goodbye, Colonel! Get the April calendar with Shang-Chi and read the wonderful collab between @muddyorbsblr and I.

Man of The Month

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so-far-frogs-and-oscar · 2 years

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Thor love and thunder spoilers??? Kinda???

Where are my guilty pleasure reader going to Valhalla to be with Loki fics????

#marvel #disney #loki #loki odinson #loki reader #loki oc #fanfic ideas #fanfic inspiration #fanfic inspo #thor love and thunder #valhalla #mcu #marvel cinamatic universe #main timeline #loki laufeyson

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

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celluifleur · 4 months

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fictional men: *murders millions and is a literal war criminal"

tumblr girls: "i can fix him<3"

#luke castellan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #anakin x reader #loki x reader #relatable #i'm just a girl #i can fix him #percy jackson #luke castellan #anakin skywalker #aot #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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welovelouisandbucky · 4 months

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Me: *gets periods* *sighs*

Also me: *searches x reader period fics on Tumblr/ao3*

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cleo-fox · 8 months

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Surrender

Summary: Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a romantic, life changing experience.

No one tells you what to do when a). your soulmate is the homicidal maniac who led the successful takeover of your planet and made himself king and b). you kind of still want him anyway.

(Soulmate AU where Loki won)

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex, teasing, orgasm delay, sex, vaginal fingering.

A/N: look, I was intrigued by the idea of a Loki Wins AU and also a soulmate AU and this just sort of happened. I may write more of this concept because it gave me IDEAS. This is also available on AO3.

The mark on your wrist begins to burn the minute he walks into the room.

At first you think it’s a coincidence or a mistake—there are guards walking with him, perhaps it’s one of them. But then he flinches, his right hand going to his left wrist and your heart sinks to your knees. It could still be a coincidence, you tell yourself halfheartedly.

He scans the room and when his eyes land on you, it’s like the tumblers of a lock clicking into place and you know.

He’s much taller than you thought he was—that’s the only conscious and coherent thought you manage to have as he approaches you. Being the subject of his gaze is overwhelming in a way that you sort of expect, but it still makes you want to sit down and close your eyes. He looks you over, his gaze lingering briefly on your nametag from work.

“Show me your wrist,” he says.

You don’t think he’s using his powers, but you comply automatically, extending your arm toward him, wrist turned up. There’s a frisson of electricity that buzzes along the back of your hand when he touches it—if there were any remaining doubts about who he is and his relationship to you, that feeling surely puts them to rest. You know that he must have felt something too from the way he looks at you sharply, as though he thinks you’ve done something intentional to cause this. You can only hope that your wide eyed bewilderment convincingly conveys your innocence.

His expression betrays nothing as he examines the mark on your wrist, which is now glowing a bright gold that would be pretty if the circumstances were different.

It’s funny, you think. You’ve been waiting for this moment your entire life and all you can think is that you wish it wasn’t happening.

He releases your hand and looks at you in a calculating sort of way. “Come with me,” he says finally.

You do, of course. What other choice do you have?

The next several hours are a blur.

You are shuffled from place to place. Usually there is at least one guard—you’re not sure why. The idea of you being able to do any damage to him is laughable and escape doesn’t exactly seem like an option. Where could you go that he could not find you?

It’s a depressing thought; you try not to think much about it.

You know exactly when the news breaks because it coincides with your phone basically becoming unusable due to the flood of notifications, calls, and texts. You put it on airplane mode to compose a short message to your family and friends. Your reassurances feel a little trite given the circumstances: I’m fine, I’ll call when I can.

You can’t exactly type what you’re really thinking, which is more along the lines of I’ve just learned that my soulmate is the homicidal maniac who led the successful takeover of our planet. I’m doing about as well as you’d expect.

You turn airplane mode off long enough to send the email. Once it sends, you power down your phone. It doesn’t seem prudent to leave it on, at least not right now—right now, it only serves as a reminder of a life you know you’re going to have to leave behind and you’re not at all ready to confront that particular loss.

They eventually take you to what you assume are his rooms. You’re surprised by how traditional the decor is—you had expected a cold sort of minimalism, but there’s more wood and warm colors than you would have thought. You are informed that there are clothes for you in the closet; you nod and say nothing, though you wonder how they managed to pull an entire wardrobe together in the span of only a few hours. Magic, perhaps.

You are finally left alone, though you’re fairly certain that you would find guards stationed outside if you were to look.

You take one of the elegant velvet throws from the bed and wrap it tightly around yourself before settling on the couch next to the window. You’re not exactly cold, but it feels like a necessary armor between you and this unfamiliar place.

You stare out the window for a long time. You’re too high up to people watch and you’re not sure that you could handle that anyway—it would be yet another reminder of the fact that your life has changed in a massive, earth shaking way that you can’t even begin to understand. Instead, you stare at the tiny cars on the city streets below, snaking their way to destinations that feel so far out of your grasp that they might as well be on a different planet altogether.

It’s late when he finally shows up—so late that you’ve actually gotten ready for bed, donning one of the silk nightgowns that had been left for you. You can tell it’s more expensive than any sleepwear you’ve ever owned in your life. You’re just glad that it’s modest—you had half expected to find that all your pajamas were bustiers, thongs, and thigh highs in some sort of ill considered attempt to seduce you. But this is elegant and understated, with a matching robe that you cinch tightly around your waist.

You sit on the couch, the throw still wrapped snugly around you. He looks at you, the corner of his mouth curled up in a slight smirk.

“I hope you don’t intend to stay there the entire night,” he says.

“I hardly know you,” you say before you can even contemplate whether it’s wise.

He looks…amused isn’t quite the right word, but there’s a subtle tilt to the corner of his lips—not quite a smile, but maybe somewhere in the vicinity.

“Give it time,” he says, and something about that makes you shiver.

You intend to sleep on the couch, at least for these first few nights when everything still feels so raw and strange.

Or that was your plan, anyway.

Loki doesn’t say anything else as he prepares for bed and you stare resolutely at the window so as not to invite any more conversation or prompt any invitations to join him in bed. Eventually, the lights go out and you are left alone with your thoughts in the dark.

The room is much colder at night.

You’re not sure if it’s on purpose, though you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. Perhaps he likes it like this. Perhaps it’s to lure you to him, to tempt you into seeking out the warmth of his bed and body.

You pull the blanket more tightly around your shoulders. Eventually, you allow your eyes to drift shut.

You wake some time later in the middle of the night. The room feels even colder, the velvet of the throw and the silk of your nightgown and robe a scanty defense against the chill. You burrow against the couch cushions and it’s sort of bearable.

But you also have to pee.

You hold off for as long as you can, but you eventually summon the will to leave the couch and seek out the bathroom.

The bathroom is even colder—perhaps it’s all that glass and marble that makes the difference. You’re wearing your robe and you’ve still got the blanket wrapped around you, but your teeth are chattering by the time you wash your hands. You run the water as hot as you can stand, but it only does so much. If you were braver—if it wasn’t your first night here, you would run an extra hot shower and stay under the spray until your fingers and toes pruned and the chill was chased from your bones.

Instead, you hustle back to the couch, burrowing against the cushions, throw and robe wrapped tightly around you. But you still can’t seem to shake the cold. You huddle on the couch, shivering, trying to calm your body.

Time passes and you don’t grow any warmer. You wonder if you can steal another throw from the bed—surely he won’t miss one—when a voice speaks from the darkness.

“Come to bed,” Loki says.

You clear your throat. “What?”

“I can hear your teeth chattering from here. Come to bed and stop being absurd.”

You hesitate, staring into the dark. You consider the cold, the slight kink in your neck from the way you’ve been sleeping on the couch, the late hour, the way that sleep pulls at your eyes. A bed is appealing. Maybe more appealing than it should be.

You find yourself getting to your feet and slowly making your way across the room.

You pause on the other side of the bed—your side, you suppose, though calling it that still feels too intimate. You can just make him out in the dark.

“You’ll stay on your side,” you say, like making it a statement will make it so.

“Well, you hardly know me.” His voice is clipped, more bitter than you expect as he echoes your words from earlier.

You can’t help but scowl. “I’ve known you for less than twenty-four hours and it’s the middle of the night. I’m not doing this right now.”

He laughs. It’s sharp and brittle and unexpected, but it’s a laugh all the same, and something about that helps, if only a little.

You don’t say anything else as you climb into bed. You find that the blankets are warm—warmer than you expect—and heavy. There’s a part of you that expects yourself to be too nervous and on edge to fully relax, but the coziness of the blankets piled around you is oddly calming, even with Loki mere inches away. You hunker down underneath the blankets, situating yourself on the pillows.

He doesn’t say anything and it’s not long until his breathing becomes steady and even.

And after a while, yours does, too.

Consciousness creeps up on you slowly the next morning, a far cry from the jarring alarm on your phone that usually disrupts your slumber. You are warm and cozy, cocooned in the blankets, safe from all of the bullshit that had happened yesterday.

It’s such a peaceful, easy awakening that it takes you a moment to realize that you aren’t alone.

It takes another moment for you to realize that your cheek is pressed against Loki’s chest. And to make matters worse, not only are your arms wrapped around his him, your right leg is also flung across his waist, like you can’t bear to be parted from him for even a moment.

But before the panic sets in, there is a barely perceptible moment where your body just enjoys the feeling of being pressed against him. It’s quick and you’d deny it if asked, but the rush that you get from giving into the pull of your soulbond for even that brief moment is nothing short of incredible.

But it’s just a moment and your mind quickly turns to the matter of extracting yourself without drawing his notice. Ideally, he’ll just stay asleep and you won’t have to deal with any awkward fallout. If you move very slowly and carefully, perhaps he won’t notice.

You carefully start to move your leg from his waist.

“To be clear, you’re on my side of the bed,” he says.

God fucking dammit.

You abandon all subtlety and quickly peel yourself away from him.

“I must have rolled over in my sleep,” you say, incredibly conscious of how stupid that sounds.

He smirks, which is somehow worse than if he’d said anything.

“It won’t happen again,” you say.

It does.

This is your new routine: you start every evening on the couch, wrapped up in your robe and throw. You wake some time in the night, teeth chattering. Sometimes, Loki will tell you to come to bed. Other times, you quietly give up and slip under the covers on your side of the bed.

But every morning without fail, you wake tangled around him.

Sometimes, he’s spooned up behind you; more often, though, you’re the one clinging to him. It’s as though your body has a homing device that leads you over to his side of the bed in your sleep, dutifully ignoring all of your stern warnings about who stays where.

The worst part of it is that you’re fighting your own instincts. On a very basic, physical level, you yearn to be close to him. There’s a part of you that revels in these unintentional moments of closeness, that wants to allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of him, to allow him to put his hands on your body, for you to put your hands on him.

The fact that he wakes up noticeably hard most mornings does not make this any easier.

This is a problem that you’re not entirely sure how to solve and the second week in, your desire for information finally outweighs your desire to avoid social media and the deluge of emails and texts that you know are waiting for you on your phone.

You turn your phone back on and immediately delete all of your social media apps. You don’t know what they’re saying about you and you don’t care to. You turn off all of your notifications, even the little number icons that show you how many unread emails and texts that you have. You want absolutely no distractions.

You open a private browser window and pull up Google.

Newly connected soulbonds are the hormonal equivalent of pouring out a bunch of gasoline and striking a match. Soulbonds are intended to be consummated. You know this. There are people who wait it out for one reason or another, but that’s very much the exception—it’s a physical and emotional test of endurance. And you’re beginning to understand why.

The internet is not very helpful. You already know what happens when you don’t consummate a soulbond promptly—increased arousal, restlessness, vivid dreams, and so on as time goes on. You’re more interested in mitigation. You find a few blogs that have entirely irrelevant suggestions like cuddling on the couch or holding hands. “While you’re waiting for intercourse, why not try some outercourse?” one post muses with a level of earnestness that causes you to immediately turn off your phone and fling it across the room.

You’re going to have sex with him at some point. That’s inevitable. On a very basic level, you want him—it’s more or less coded into your DNA. But that is at odds with the reality of who he is and what he’s done. It might feel good to wake up tangled around him, but it only takes a minute to remember the battle of New York and it nearly extinguishes the desire burning within you.

But only nearly and only for now.

The third week is when things start getting increasingly difficult.

Loki seems content to wait things out. You can feel the burn of his gaze on you, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t prod.

You, on the other hand, find yourself slipping into a heightened state of arousal that is becoming impossible to ignore. Midway through the week, you finally give in and try touching yourself in the shower in the hope of some relief and you come so quickly and so hard that you have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from crying out and your legs very nearly buckle from the force of it. A few twitches of your fingers has you sprawled on the shower floor and coming again, harder than before. You repeat this trick a few times but even as strong as it is, it doesn’t really help—you’re back to where you started within minutes.

Worse though, is the fact that it’s his face that you see when you come. Every. Single. Time. You imagine him over you, his gaze dark and intent as he watches you come; slack jawed and hissing in pleasure as he pushes into you; growling in approval and impatience as you take his cock into your mouth. The images come entirely unbidden and stick in the forefront of your thoughts like a burr clinging to wool.

When you see him later that afternoon, his gaze lands on you in such a way that it feels like he knows everything you’ve done and everything you’ve seen, from that moment in the shower to the shameful thoughts you had as you came.

The dreams start shortly after, and they are objectively worse.

The dreams are far more vivid than just images. In the dreams, he’s touching you, coaxing you to peaks you could never have imagined, pressing into you, taking you hard and fast and achingly slow and everything in between. The dreams leave you out of breath and shaky, aching for a touch that you know that you should not want, but do with every fiber of your being. By some miracle, they only seem to occur while you are on the couch and not when you’re in bed, but that luck won’t hold forever.

Perhaps more importantly, you know it’s only a matter of time before you give in. Deep down, you’ve known this from the moment the mark on your wrist started to burn. Your resistance is eroding like a sandcastle at high tide and it’s only a matter of time before you crumble.

But not yet. Not yet.

Five weeks after your arrival, you wake sweating and out of breath from another dream.

You take a few deep breaths. It was similar to the ones you’d had before. Thinking about the details makes your core ache and your clit throb so you try to keep them out of your mind.

You’re half surprised that you’re not tangled around Loki, given the content and subject of your dream, but that makes sense when you realize he’s not in bed. Instead, he sits on the couch, staring into the middle distance. Perhaps he is struggling with the same kinds of dreams.

The idea of you making Loki too hot and bothered to sleep is more appealing than you’d like to admit. You hastily dismiss the thought before it can bring any more heat to your already too warm skin or add more fuel to the flickering desire that seems to have settled permanently in the cradle of your hips.

You slip out of bed and go to the window, folding your arms across your stomach as you stare out at the sleeping city.

“You were calling out in your sleep.”

More heat prickles at your skin.

“Hm,” you say, trying your best to sound casual.

“What were you dreaming of?” he asks.

He’s only asking because he already knows the answer. You know this. But the lie still slips from your lips: “I don’t remember.”

He laughs, a quiet and dangerous sound that stokes the fire in your belly. “Have you forgotten, darling, that I am the god of lies?”

You can hear him walking toward you, but you keep your back turned. Has the room always been this warm?

He waits until he is directly behind you to speak again. “Will you lie again when I ask if you were dreaming of me?” His voice is so close, full of depth and a little husky.

“You flatter yourself,” you say.

You can hear the smirk in his voice, feel the whisper of his breath on your neck. “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” He pauses for a moment. “But you were calling out for me.”

Your lips are dry. You want to deny it, but it feels useless. Worst case scenario, he’s still mostly right: you were dreaming of him and you can’t even really deny crying out for him because you were asleep and you don’t know for sure.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he continues. His voice drops. “Every time I close my eyes, I see you writhing in pleasure beneath me.” He pauses. “Or I see myself between your legs, worshiping you with my mouth, bringing you to ecstasy over and over before I finally take you.”

Your heart is pounding and every nerve in your body feels as though it’s connected directly to your clit. You are warm—too warm—and you can feel your pulse pounding in your throat.

“What were you dreaming of?” he continues, his voice barely a murmur.

“Nothing,” you say.

He clicks his tongue. “Try again, darling.”

You say nothing and after a moment of silence, he seems to decide that it’s time to switch strategies.

“You must be so wet,” he murmurs, his tone low and soothing.

Your stomach and your cunt clench. If he starts talking dirty to you, it’s over.

“We’re not meant to go this long like this,” he says. “We both know that. It’s been five weeks. Your poor cunt is probably aching for me, just as I ache for you.”

Your breath is coming in shaky gasps. You need him. You can feel your resolve starting to slip.

“Yield to me.” His voice is rough with wanting, like this is just as hard for him as it is for you. “I know you feel it. I feel it, too. You yearn for me, you crave my touch. Let me make you feel good, darling, let me ease that ache. Yield and I will give you everything.”

You draw in a shaking breath and slowly turn to face him. He’s looking at you with an intensity that you expect, but it takes your breath away nonetheless.

The remnants of your resistance are lost to the wave of him and the only thing that’s left in its place is a raw need like you’ve never experienced before.

You don’t know what to say, so in the end, you settle for his name. Just his name, said quietly with all the desperation and longing that has been making your life hell these past few weeks.

You get a glimpse of the fire in his eyes before he’s on you.

There’s nothing gentle about this kiss. It’s the kiss of two people who have been deprived of each other for too long, your teeth bumping against each other, tongues twisting and tangling. You end up pressed against the wall next to the window, your leg wrapped around his waist, his hand supporting your thigh. He presses his hips against you and you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hard cock dragging against your swollen, sensitive clit. He draws back slightly to look at your face as he slowly grinds his hips against yours, his free hand moving to palm your breast over the silk of your nightgown.

You moan again, your head dropping back against the wall. The soft, slippery friction of the silk of your nightgown against your nipple and the soaked lace of your underwear rubbing against your clit is enough to make you go cross eyed, a slow tease that only fans the burning embers within you. Your body is overheated and too tense, but Loki is blessedly cool in a way that somehow both soothes and inflames.

“You’re drenched. I can already feel that,” he says, his voice thick with desire as he moves against you. “I could make you come like this.”

You whimper, rocking your hips back against him. “Please.”

He shakes his head. “Another time. Tonight I want to feel you when you come.” He drops his hand from your breast, trailing down your stomach and moving in between your legs. His fingers slip beneath your underwear, and you let out a needy whine as he strokes the slick folds of your sex. “Is this all for me?” he asks, his voice slipping into a low growl.

You barely manage a breathy affirmative.

“Sweet thing.” His thumb rolls over your clit as he slides one finger into you, and your back arches automatically, your breasts jutting out. “We’re going to have to do something about this, aren’t we?”

“Please,” you breathe.

“How can I resist such a sweet plea?” he says, sliding another finger into you and curling it just so. “Or such a wet and needy cunt?”

“Don’t stop,” you say.

“I ought to make you beg me for it after everything you put me through.” His eyes darken as his thumb presses against your clit and you moan. “But perhaps I can be generous. I can feel how much you need to come on my fingers.”

You nod, slack jawed and panting.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” he murmurs. “You’ve tried to deny yourself, but you need me, you need my touch.”

You whimper, your hips rocking.

“Say it,” he says, stroking your clit.

“I need to come,” you moan.

“A good start,” he says, his voice a stern purr. “But not quite what I asked, my love. Try again.”

A twinge of irritation manages to work its way to the forefront of your mind. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly in a state to be playing twenty questions.”

His eyes light up with a predatory gleam that heralds the arrival of something that you know will end enjoyably for you.

“Oh, darling, that attitude won’t do at all.” His fingers are immediately and conspicuously absent and you very nearly cry out in frustration. But before you can, he is sweeping you into his arms and making the journey to the bed in several long strides. He sets you gently on the bed and looms over you, green eyes flashing as his hands stroke up your thighs. You lift your hips and he pulls your underwear off, tossing it to the side.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” His voice is a growl. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to come.” You know it’s the wrong answer, but this particular game of cat and mouse and the predatory gleam in Loki’s eyes are making you even wetter and god, you need him.

His eyes flash with a barely concealed delight. “Try again.”

You spread your legs rather conspicuously, hiking your nightgown up to your waist. “I need to come.”

He’s looking at you intently, lips slightly parted. “You’re trying to distract me with that pretty cunt, you wicked thing.”

“Is it working?” you ask.

He lowers his head to kiss the inside of your left knee. “It would work much better if you answered me properly and told me everything you need.”

You think you have an idea of what he wants to hear, but you’re not quite ready to give up the game yet. Instead, you pull your nightgown up and over your head and toss it to the side. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, his gaze lingering on your breasts and trailing down to the apex of your spread legs. You wonder what it would take to make him lose control, to take you in the way that you both need.The thought sends another flood of heat to your aching core.

You lick your lips. “Will you make me come, Loki?”

Another wolfish grin. “Closer. But not quite. Try again.”

You let your hand slide down your stomach and between your legs and you part your sopping folds so he can see the full extent of what he’s done to you—every dripping inch. The look he’s giving you now only heightens the feeling.

“Should I make myself come?” you ask and you’re immediately rewarded with an almost feral look and a sharp smack to your ass.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls.

You put on your most innocent expression, even as his visible hunger makes you ache. “I thought you’d like seeing me touch myself.”

“Oh, there will be time for that later,” he says, his eyes still dark. “I’m particularly interested in seeing what prompted those intriguing little noises I kept hearing while you were in the shower. But every tremor of pleasure that wracks your body tonight will be from me alone. Now,” his eyes glitter and his hand replaces yours on your cunt, his long fingers spreading you open, but not touching you, his expression rapt with undisguised greed, “tell me what you need.”

Your capacity to tease and resist him was well and truly exceeded when he smacked your ass and was further obliterated by the monologue he just delivered. “I need you to make me come, Loki. I need you so bad.”

His smile is filled with dark promises and a hunger that you have every interest in sating several times over.

“Good girl,” he says.

And his fingers slide back into you as his mouth envelopes your aching clit.

You moan as your hips lift and your hands tangle in his hair. He mumbles something that sounds like “perfect” against your clit, first teasing you with the tip of his tongue and then pressing it flat against you and rubbing in slow circles. Meanwhile, his fingers have found that soft, aching spot inside of you and he presses against it in slow, firm thrusts that make you tremble.

You initially think that you’ll be quite quick to come because you’re already so wound up, but Loki seems determined to find the edge and keep you there for as long as possible—and he’s really, really good at it. He falls into a rhythm where his tongue strokes your clit once, twice, three times and withdraws; his fingers pick up the thread, stroking your walls once, twice, three times and withdrawing, only for his tongue to resume where he left off. In this way, he keeps you balanced on the edge in a perfect kind of torture. It feels so good, but it’s not quite enough to get you there just yet.

You make liberal use of his name—it’s a plea, a curse, a benediction, a moan, a sigh. Instinctively, you know that he likes this, but it’s not enough to distract him into letting you fall even a moment before he wants you to.

The ache that’s been building in your hips for the last couple weeks is growing, burning bright and warm. Your body feels electric in the best way, your nerves humming and buzzing and straining for release.

“Loki,” you moan, partly as encouragement and partly because you want him so badly.

You’re so close. Your entire body is tense and trembling; all you can think about is how badly you need to come, how much you are aching for your release.

So close.

“Loki, please,” you moan, truly desperate now. “Please let me come. Make me yours—”

You’re not sure if it’s what you said, the desperation in your voice, or pure coincidence, but in that moment, he shifts his rhythm so that his mouth and fingers are no longer alternating, but are instead moving in sync. And this is what you need to tip you over, to allow that wave to finally, finally crest and then break.

Your orgasm hits you hard, pulling a loud moan from deep within your chest and making your entire body quake. Sparklers are dancing along your veins, champagne bubbles fizzing along your muscles, stars bursting behind your eyes. You have never felt anything like this before—you are satisfied but also aching for more, falling apart and being remade over and over again.

It’s only when you’re decidedly in the blissful wave of the aftershocks that he dares to lift his head and he looks you over like you’re something wonderful. Before you can raise your hands to reach for him, he’s crawling up to you, claiming your mouth in a kiss that feels deeper than the ocean.

He slides his hand in between your legs and you whimper, shivering at the sensation of his thumb stroking your sensitive clit. But somehow, he finds that particular angle and pressure that’s just enough, but not too much. You moan and he slides a finger back into you, rolling in the same rhythm as his thumb on your clit.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Keep going for me, darling. I want to watch you come this time.” His voice is so firm and authoritative and it strikes sparks up and down your spine.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your hips rocking with his hand.

“You’re doing so well getting ready for me,” he purrs. He lowers his voice to a rough growl. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re trembling and coming all over my cock like the wicked, filthy girl that you are.”

It’s the combination of his words and his voice and his perfect hands that does it this time. A rolling, fluttering shudder fizzes through your body, building to a peak that has you letting out a guttural moan as you clench around his thrusting fingers.

“Yes, that’s it,” Loki says as he watches you through hooded eyes. “You are gorgeous when you come undone.”

He kisses you slowly, fingers moving steadily until the final shudder rolls through you.

Somehow, through all of this, he’s remained fully clothed. There’s an aspect to this that’s appealing—it makes everything feel particularly decadent and a little forbidden—but your palms are practically itching with your need to touch him. You need him inside you, but you also need him close, bare skin on bare skin.

Your hands sneak under his shirt and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel the heat of his skin underneath your palms. You tug his shirt off him and make quick work of his pants before drawing back to look at him.

He looks like art. It’s a silly thought, but there’s some truth to it—there’s an almost ethereal quality in the sharp angles of his face and the elegant symmetry of his musculature.

Your gaze drifts down to his cock. He’s long, thick, and hard, the tip flushed and slick with pre-come. An ache courses through you—something about seeing the full evidence of his arousal makes everything seem more real, makes you want him with renewed ferocity.

You want to touch him and so you do, your fingers curling around his shaft.

“Can you feel how much I need you?” he asks as you stroke him slowly. He is remarkably composed, though you catch the slight hitch in his breath and it sends a thrill through you.

“Will you show me?” you ask.

“Every day,” he says.

It’s an answer you’re not expecting. You were speaking strictly in the immediate, physical sense. This feels deeper, more meaningful. You’re not quite sure what to say, so you kiss him and he kisses you back with an intensity and thoroughness that makes your toes curl.

He rolls over you, his body covering yours. It’s almost overwhelming how good his bare skin feels against yours. You take his cock in your hand again and stroke him, slowly rubbing the tip from your clit to your entrance, coating him in your slick.

You expect him to just push forward when you guide him to your entrance and you’re almost disappointed that he doesn’t—you’ve both waited so long for this and your need for him is burning inside you like an inferno.

But instead he pauses, his eyes locked with yours.

“Will you have me?” he asks. There’s vulnerability in the question, a softness in his green eyes that you don’t expect. It feels like a loaded question, though not necessarily in a bad way.

You don’t hesitate. “Yes,” you breathe.

Something like relief flashes briefly in his eyes before he leans in and kisses you. You tilt your hips up again and this time, you feel the blunt head of his cock slowly press into your waiting warmth.

You’d read people describing first times with their soulmates and it had always sounded so hyperbolic and silly. They’d throw around words like euphoric and transcendent and all you could do was try not to roll your eyes.

But the moment Loki is fully seated inside you, you finally get it. Every overwrought, overused cliché seems to occur to you all at once—puzzle pieces falling into place and locks and keys and halves made whole and all that bullshit—and it all makes sense in a way that it hadn’t before.

Loki’s eyes are stormy above you, to the point that you think you may have angered him, but then he kisses you with a ferocity and possessiveness that steals your breath and makes you tighten around him.

“Mine,” he growls against your lips. “Mine.”

There’s a lot of emotion in that word. There’s history in that word. It’s the sort of thing that the two of you will probably need to unpack later. For now, though, you wrap your legs around him and meet his demanding, hungry kisses with your own.

“I’m yours,” you murmur against his lips. “Take me.”

You expect him to respond to that plea with a frantic pace. But instead, his first thrusts are slow, like he’s savoring it. Your body yields to him instinctively, your muscles drawing him in and then tightening further as he withdraws. You are so slick, so ready for him that it almost feels a little obscene.

“You are exquisite,” he rasps as he sinks into you, his head bowing to kiss and nip at your neck. “I have been aching for you.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

You’re not entirely sure what you’re asking for—more of this, more of him—but he seems to know anyway. He kisses you deeply as you wrap your legs around his waist, rolling your hips up to meet his.

In one fluid motion, he rolls you over so that you are on top. He looks up at you, an irrepressible smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

“Go on,” he says, his voice low. “I want to see you take your pleasure from me. Claim your throne, my love.”

A shiver works its way up your spine. This is a man who single-handedly conquered the entire planet and he’s telling you he wants you to ride his cock until you come. It is raw and sexy and undeniably hot and the way he’s looking up at you makes you feel beautiful and powerful.

You lean forward, bracing your hands on the mattress, tilting your pelvis until you find the right angle, the one that makes your stomach tighten and your breath stutter.

A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. “Right there?”

You let out a shaky breath and rock your hips. “Yeah.”

It takes a moment for you to find your rhythm, but you find that you want—or perhaps need—to go slow and steady. Loki watches you, his hips rocking with yours as he lets you set the pace, his hands sliding from your hips to your breasts and back again, like he can’t get enough. His gaze is intent and intense and you get the sense that he’s cataloging every movement, every gasp or sigh, furrowed brow or bitten lip.

The coil in your hips is starting to wind tighter and you know it won’t be long.

As though he knows, Loki slides a hand down your body, palm gently pressing against your lower stomach. A fantastic pressure begins to blossom in your hips and you whimper.

“You’re doing so well,” he purrs. “So tight and wet. You’re perfect.”

“Getting close,” you breathe.

“I know, I can feel you,” he says.

You’re at a point somewhere beyond words, riding that wave, chasing bliss that you can almost feel. A choked whimper falls from your lips.

“That’s it,” rasps Loki. “Be a good girl and come on my cock.” He flicks his thumb against your clit and you completely unravel.

It was good the first two times, but having him inside you as you come sends you to another plane of existence entirely. Your orgasm seems extended, the feeling of his cock against the spasming muscles of your cunt creating more even rippling pleasure. And the noise that he makes, the filthy praise that falls from his lips, the way that his fingertips dig into your hips just makes it all better.

He rolls you over onto your back just as you’re starting to feel boneless, and pulls you into a deep kiss. He thrusts into you, a little faster than the pace you had set, but still slow and steady.

“I want to feel you come again,” he breathes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this, how good you feel?”

You shudder as his cock drags again against that spot inside you. He repeats the motion and you keen, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“That’s it,” he rasps, bringing your leg up over his hip to press even more deeply inside of you. “Come on, darling. Let me feel you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, meeting his hungry, demanding kiss with your own. You roll your hips with his, chasing the flickers of bliss that he’s steadily stoking to an inferno once more.

“Please,” you mumble against his lips. “Need you. Please.”

He groans and increases his pace just enough to make you whimper. The desire inside of you is catching fire.

“I…fuck, I—” Your hands are gripping his shoulders, your body shaking as you approach your end.

Loki’s eyes are wild, his teeth bared. You can tell that he’s close, that he’s chasing the same incredible feeling that you are.

“I want you to come for me,” he grits out. “And the second I feel your tight cunt start to tremble around me, I’m going to come inside you.

You moan, fingernails digging into his shoulders. You are unbearably close.

“Do you want that, darling?” he says. “Do you want me to come inside you? Do you want your perfect cunt filled with my seed?”

You are almost beyond words, but not quite: “Yes. Please.”

Despite how close he is, he still gives the impression of being entirely in control. He lowers his head so that his lips graze yours and his eyes are all that you can see. “Then come for me,” he says.

Two more deadly smooth rolls of his hips and you do. A guttural, plaintive sound falls from your lips as your whole body trembles with the force of your orgasm, your cunt squeezing around the girth of his cock. He groans, mumbling something in a language you don’t recognize before he, too, starts to unravel.

His face is rapturous when he comes, his head tipping back and his mouth falling open, brow furrowing. If you weren’t so distracted with the rippling shocks of your own pleasure, you would try to commit it to memory. Instead, you simply try to enjoy the feeling of him emptying himself inside of you, the stuttering thrust of his hips, the soft groan that falls from his lips. Finally he stills, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder. You can feel his heart pounding against yours.

You feel…it’s not different, exactly, but there’s a kind of ease and connection that just feels right. The restless ache inside of you is finally quiet and you feel loose and languid and pleasantly sleepy.

Finding your soulmate isn’t necessarily the same as falling in love. Sometimes it all happens in the moment. Sometimes it’s years in between.

For you, though, you can pinpoint the exact moment that seed was planted: Loki raising his head to look at you, his hand curled against your cheek. His gaze is careful, reverent, like you are as warm and golden as the dawn just barely beginning to streak the morning sky.

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catastrxblues · 1 year

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Denial but with a muzzle on so he goes crazy because he wants to taste you, lick you, kiss you, suck everywhere he can. You can see he's losing his mind with the desire, drooling from it, cheeks flushed, hips bucking, cock pulsing and leaking because he's came so many times already but hasn't been able to get a single kiss yet.

Kiba, InuYasha, Astarion, Zhongli, Itto, Wriotheslay, Blade, Dan Heng, Miguel, Loki + your faves

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deantavias · 1 year

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"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...

#sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #din dijarin x reader #bellamy blake x reader #peeta mellark x reader #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #jay halstead x reader #spencer reid x reader #tony stark x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #sam winchester smut #rafe cameron smut #spencer reid smut #bellamy blake smut

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lokiprompts · 2 years

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The Shifter - Chapter 8

Summary: You unintentionally shift/dream walk in your sleep. You finally realize that your time with Loki is not a dream....will you decide to stay with him?

Warnings: Angst, but otherwise tame.

Words: ~1.5k

Other chapters on my masterlist here

It had been over a month since your arrival into this new world, Earth 616 as you have been told. Still, your memories evaded you and you didn’t know about your past or why you were in this place. It was weird being told your life from someone else’s lips, but that was all you had to go on. You had to believe them. That you weren’t from this world, and you were brought here earnestly – to save their world. Your new home.

But you felt the farthest thing from a savior as you slung coffees at your new job in the Tower. As soon as the Avenger’s made the tower their new home, a coffee shop was brought in to caffeinate the new motley crew of traumatized insomniacs. The fact was, those insomniacs, actually the king of the insomniacs – Tony Stark – and leader of the Avengers, as you came to learn, was so thankful for your mere existence that saved his planet that he gave you a permanent residence at the Tower.

“Whatever you need, you have it. Anything at all.” Was what he said to you and that statement, paired with a hefty deposit into your new bank account was enough to set you up for life. Not an extravagant one, but a life of comfort none the less. Still, you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Briefly, you thought about ‘finding your passion’, but you had no idea who you were and floating aimlessly into different careers and hobbies was more anxiety provoking than exciting. The coffee shop was the perfect solution; quick paced with sometimes monotonous, tedious work to turn your brain off and go on autopilot for a while.

And your new friend, Loki, was sure to visit you whenever you worked. His presence was a balm in your otherwise anxious existence. Your mind was devoid of memories of him, but the happy feeling you had around him was very familiar. It was safe and comforting and you knew you could rely on him for anything. There was an undeniable pull to him; whenever he came into the room, you immediately gravitated to the other with smiles big and cheeky.

Part of you felt like the pull could be an attraction, a romantic attraction….oh and the way you sometimes caught him looking at you? Anyone would blush. But you never let your mind, or your heart go down that road. While everything in your heart said that you could trust Loki with your very being, you had no memories of him. Yet, he was a face you saw pretty much every day. A handsome face with a smile just for you. He was always so interested in your day, what happened, and the little bits of you that you were rediscovering out of the emptiness. The emptiness within your mind was the most unsettling part of your life and you couldn’t imagine risking the one stable part of your life falling apart. The irony of the God of Mischief being the most stable part of your life always made you laugh, and cry at the same time.

So, when you had flashes of a memory, it shook you to your very core

His face. His hands over your body. A smile. A feeling of comfort and love.

“Are you alright?” Your customer asked as these images swirled around in your mind like a maddening, yet exhilarating puzzle. Shaking your head, you came back to your body as you locked eyes with the man in front of you. A face you now remembered. The only face you remembered.

You smiled at him with a quick, sweet apology and took his order.

“What’s the name for the order?” You asked, shamelessly batting your eyelashes at him. Your heart did a flip in your chest when he flashed a wolfish grin at you.

Loki had been anxious to see you all day. His day, unlike yours, had been stacked with back-to-back meetings and training sessions. Before he met you, he didn’t mind a busy schedule. It kept his otherwise overtly bored godly mind occupied until he was alone in his room again. Back on Asgard, the young prince didn’t mind being alone. If anything, he preferred it. But he was still home. Yet here? On Midgard? Standing in a cookie cutter apartment of a building that went miles into the sky, no sweet gardens or greenery to walk through, no Asgardian night skies. It was different. He wasn’t just alone anymore. He was lonely.

Then you crashed into his life and disrupted everything he thought he knew in the most beautiful of his way. Every fiber of his being called to you. To protect you. To care for you. To love you. Seeing you almost die and then teeter on choosing your born universe, versus one with Loki was almost too much for him to bear. But, actually losing you to your universe just after he had you in his arms, claiming you as his…that is what cracked him. The debt to his mother for finding a way to bring you back is a debt that can never be repaid; by saving you, their world was not only saved from the universes breaking, but from the wrath of heartbroken Loki. Without you, the world could burn.

But now you were here. You didn’t have memories of him, but it wasn’t anything he felt like he could hinder your relationship. His time with you wasn’t long, only about a week or so, but you had fallen for each other, and you made the conscious decision to be with him. The god was confident that you would choose him again.

What he wasn’t expecting was it taking so long. It had been over a month since you were officially a part of this new world, his world. That thought never failed to bring a smile to his face. You, his soulmate, here as a part of his world. In fact, you lived in the same building! It should have been easier than this. Loki partly blamed himself for your distance from him. He had made the decision to not tell you that you were his soulmate and your intimate history together. You were already so overwhelmed with not having your memory in a new world, he didn’t want to complicate things more for you. The rest of the team agreed to keep the secret as well.

Almost every day he would see you; he would make it his personal mission each day to run into you in the common areas, take you on walks around the city, and overall, just be present in your life. At first, he hoped his mere presence would bring your memories back. Maybe not necessarily the memories of him, though that would be a wonderful bonus, but who you were prior to your stay here. It was clear that not knowing who you were upset you the most. You had no idea what foods you liked, your favorite television shows, or what music you liked to listen to. So, it became Loki’s personal mission to introduce you to ‘new’ things, in hopes that the ‘old’ comes back.

And if you happened to fall in love with him along the way, that would be great too.

Loki took the elevator down to the ground floor café like has done since getting this job. He didn’t understand it, but he supported anything that made you happy. In his pocket he had and iPod that was leant to him by the Spiderling. It had a wide variety of music to sample. And in his other pocket? One set of ear headphones. The young hero had playfully suggested that he share the headphones with you; one bud for each of you so Loki had an excuse to be close to you. It was genius and he couldn’t wait to try it with you.

He walked into the café with a wide grin only for it to vanish immediately when he saw you talking with another man at the counter. The sweet smile you gave this strange man made Loki’s heart drop in his chest. Waves of jealousy were quickly beginning to consume the god when he noticed that the man was looking at you with the same look Loki gave you when you weren’t looking. Your sweet laughs, the laughs that Loki loved to pull from you, were now for someone else. It was the last straw. He started to make his way over to you, his long legs carrying him with long, purposeful strides.

Just as Loki made his way up to the counter, he saw the man smirk at you as he finished writing something on the palm of your hand. You were biting your lip and the shy flush on your cheeks made Loki’s blood boil. As the man left, his shoulder roughly bumped against Loki’s. The prince didn’t know who bumped into who, but Loki was sure to put his weight into it when they connected.

“Pardon me,” Loki sneered, before turning to you and his demeanor immediately softening, “Hello, Dove. How was your day?”

You grabbed your bag from behind the counter as you ended your shift, coming around to greet your godly friend with a giant smile on your face. It was wider than usual and even though Loki felt like your happiness was contagious, he knew what the cause might be, and it wasn’t because of him.

“It was incredible!” You hugged Loki and he held you close, stealing a selfish breath of your hair, “I remembered some things!”

Loki immediately released you from his embrace, his hands now on your shoulders as you positively vibrated with excitement. “You remember something?”

“Yes, Yes! It was just flashes. Faces and feelings. Well, one face.” Loki didn’t dare to hope, but still he asked the question despite his growing fear.

“Who was it?”

Quickly, you brought up the palm of your hand and on it was a name and number scribbled on your perfect skin in blue pen.

Stephen ;) 917-665-2099

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