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latent-thoughts · 2 years

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Loki+plus sized reader with saggy breasts who's self conscious, maybe fluffy smut? pretty please?

This grew longer than a mere drabble. OOPS.

It had come as a surprise when Loki, THE LOKI, had expressed his interest in you.

You were a simple desk job worker at one of Stark Industries' latest innovation centres, and if not for Tony Stark's penchant for involving Loki with new projects, you wouldn't even have been introduced to him.

Somehow, Loki had made it a habit to hang out in your little office while he waited for Stark whenever he visited. He had, for some reason, also made it a habit of arriving early, even though Stark was known to be late for meetings (not his fault though, the man was extremely busy).

You hadn't minded his presence there, in fact, you thought you were lucky that he chose to stay and not wander off. The realization that you could hold the interest of this remarkable and beautiful man had been a bit of an ego boost.

You two had many intriguing discussions while he waited for Stark, and he often confessed that you had broadened his horizons pertaining to anything uniquely Midgardian.

You had also developed a hopeless crush on him in the process. Which... you had expected not to go anywhere. You simply weren't in his league, not by a long shot. Even though you had kind of accepted your plus sized body, you knew that the world hadn't. Why would Loki be any different?

But all of that changed the day Loki showed up at your desk with bouquet of flowers (your favourites) and chocolates, a nervous smile playing on his beautiful face.

You had been struck with shock... and you wondered if it was an elaborate prank. He was the god of mischief, after all.

But it hadn't been a prank...

Because here you were, several dates later, in the foyer of his penthouse, with his lips lingering on yours. Your belly was full of butterflies and your head was spinning. He had treated you to dinner and then brought you over to his place, and that could mean only one thing...

He wanted to take the next step with you.

The mere thought of it made you tremble with nerves.

"Mmmm... did I tell you that you smell absolutely delicious?" he asked, peppering kisses across your cheek as he pulled you into the living room. "Enough to eat. I've been looking forward to this evening for weeks."

Damn... that confession rendered you weak in the knees.

"Loki, you really mean that?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

You hesitated, and that's when he pulled away and gave you a look of concern.

"My intent is honourable, if that's what you're thinking."

"I... I know. It's not you." You looked down, feeling terrible now. "I have issues."

"More than I?" he joked, running his hands up and down your arms. Your very thick arms...

When you didn't respond, he put a finger under your chin and tipped your face up to make you look into his gorgeous green eyes.

"What is the matter, sweet one? Did I say or do something to upset you?"

You shook your head. "I'm just... afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of intimacy."

The look of concern quickly turned into a frown. "Make me understand, please."

"Well, I honestly don't know why you're dating me. How are you even attracted to me?"

"You're asking this after weeks of our continued courtship?"

That caused the dam to burst. You couldn't keep it in.

"I'm just, I still don't understand why you chose me. All my life I've been told, directly or indirectly, that I'm dumpy and fat. Now that I'm past a certain age, I'm not even youthful. My body is simply not attractive or even pleasing to look at, especially not for someone like you."

He sighed, cupping your face. "Is that not up to me to decide? Besides, do you think that your form--which is lovely, by the way--is the only criteria one should have for courting you?"

"I've been single most of my life. What does that tell you?" you asked, your eyes growing wet as your feelings spilled over.

"That perhaps the Midgardians are a hopeless lot. Excluding you, of course."

You tried to laugh it off, even though it was hollow. "No one likes saggy boobs, Loki! Or flab."

"Once again, who are these people you're talking about? And why do you think that a naturally shaped human body is something undesirable?" he asked, pulling you closer. "For me, your company is a boon, intimacy included. We can spend hours together and not run out of things to talk about, we can simply exist in silence and not feel awkward. You've never treated me differently, nor have you been ignorant of my idiosyncrasies or even my violent past. You've accepted me fully, right? So why won't you let me love you in the same vein?"

He was holding you tight now, as though he was afraid that you'd run away from him. There was a very honest fear in his eyes, and it was enough to break you out of your own funk.

"You really mean it?"

"I'm willing to prove it to you, for as long you'll have me."

"Careful, I might decide to keep you forever," you joked, tears spilling from your eyes as you smiled. His words had been so sweet and honest, you couldn't help it.

"You think I'm averse to that?"

He gave you an earnest kiss then, asking you, silently, to let go of your inhibitions. His hands caressed you, eager and reverent all at the same time.

When he took you to his bedroom, he spent a good time kissing each bit of skin he exposed as he removed your clothes one by one. You felt terribly shy and self-conscious, but you didn't stop him this time.

He had asked you to let him show you how much he cared for you... so you were trying to give that to him, despite your discomfort with your own body.

But as he seduced you slowly with his lingering touches and kisses full of desire, your discomfort shifted... growing into arousal.

His lips spread the fire of want all over you, and you couldn't help but moan when he placed you on the bed and began to nuzzle your breasts.

No one had paid them attention like this before. No one had cared. You had always tried to hide them away in baggy clothes and full coverage bras. Years and gravity hadn't done you any favours either...

And now, Loki had exposed them. No, he had exposed them to his attentions. You had expected some sort of negative reaction from him upon seeing them, but he had only shown enthusiasm.

"Loki..." you cried out, arching your back as his lips worked on your nipples, making you feel a million sensations of pleasure all at once.

"Yes?" He lifted his head and gave you a cheeky smirk. "Is my girl sensitive here?"

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was making it difficult to even think straight, let alone talk. His thumb was circling over your nipple, teasing you with the feather-light touch as he watched you lust-laden eyes.

"I'm guessing that you are," he said, maintaining eye contact with you as he took your nipple in his mouth again, grazing it with his teeth as he sucked.

Your whole body shook with desire, and you couldn't look away from him, locked in his hypnotic gaze.

In that moment, you felt cherished... you felt like the most beautiful creature in the world.

And when his hand reached between your legs, you opened up to him without resistance, wanting more of his addictive touch. His fingers slipped in and wove magic inside you--the magic of orgasmic pleasure.

You didn't even realize how and when you reached your peak, so lost were you to these sensations. He simply pulled that lustful bliss from you like a musician pulled a melody from his instrument.

"Beautiful," he murmured as you caught your breath, still reeling from your orgasm. "As beautiful as I had imagined you to be. Everyday I spent with you in that little work chamber of yours, my desire for you grew tenfold. You cannot imagine just how many times I thought about taking you right on your desk, love."

"Oh god, stop..." You hid your face with your hands, feeling like it would catch fire if he continued. "How can you... speak? I'm so... I can't."

He chuckled and shifted, covering your body fully with his. "You're so adorable. I want to devour you."

When he pulled your hands away from your face, you found him looking at you with both hunger and affection. It made you shiver in anticipation.

That shiver turned into a full blown tremble when he pushed forward, parting your chubby thighs with his muscled ones. Your were the opposite of him, but somehow, his hard, toned form fit perfectly against your soft, curvy form.

Your hands gripped his biceps as he thrust inside you, stretching you almost to your limit. His movements pulled gasps of surprise and moans of pleasure from you alike, but he was attentive enough not to hurt you.

Slowly, as you accepted him fully inside you, you began to move with him, your hands reaching up to his shoulders to pull him closer. You were fully into it now... no bothersome thoughts, just the pursuit of being one with him in lustful abandon.

"Loki, Loki..." you moaned his name repeatedly as he gave you deep, hard thrusts, nuzzling your breasts again. "I'm... close."

"Mmmm... me too," he hummed against the swell of your bosom, the sound vibrating right into your core. "With me, love, come with me."

You fell apart just as he began to throb inside you, further intensifying your climax. You didn't know for how long you stayed like that, clutching him like your life depended on it, simply drowning in the waves upon waves of pleasure...

Your breathing didn't come down to normal for several minutes, and when it did, Loki simply began to move inside you again. Much to your surprise, he didn't seem to have a refractory period.

When you looked at him with confused, questioning eyes, he gave you a salacious smile.

"I did say that I'll prove my desire for you," he said, his voice growing rough as he gave you a deep thrust. "I have all night for that, haven't I?"

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tomhiddlestonfanfic · 2 years

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Kissing a Frost Giant

TITLE: Kissing a Frost Giant CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot WHICH TOM CHARACTER: Loki PAIRING: Loki/Reader GENRE: Romance REQUEST TAGLIST: @waddlenut @sleutherclaw @twhiddlestonsstuff AO3-link PICTURE CREDIT: @prislaa

Word Count: 1036

Kissing a Frost Giant

You had just come back from a major competition in gymnastics, when your friend Wanda invited you to a party at the Stark Tower. It would be your first time getting introduced to the Avengers. You looked forward to it, but at the same time you felt a bit nervous about it. There was someone you would really like to meet, that you were hoping to see, but you didn’t dare ask Wanda if you could expect to see him there. He wasn’t really part of the team, at least not officially. He was Thor’s brother, and he had once tried to rule humankind, demanding that everyone should kneel before him. He was unreliable and responsible for a lot of deaths, yet you felt yourself drawn to him. There was something about him that had caught your interest, and no matter how much you tried to deny it to yourself, you found that you had a soft spot in your heart for him. Loki. The trickster, the God of mischief.

Not long after you arrived at the party, you were introduced to the Avengers themselves and were told they had all watched your gymnastics contest on the TV, on Wanda’s initiative, of course. They were all really nice to you and congratulated you for your victory. You felt proud of yourself, because you had truly worked hard for it.

You didn’t see Loki at the party, and you didn’t dare to ask anyone if he was there. An hour passed, and you still hadn’t seen him anywhere. You went out on the balcony to get some fresh air, and there he was. All alone, staring at the city landscape.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was out here,” you excused yourself, blushing slightly as he turned to look at you. A cunning smile spread on his lips as he indiscreetly checked you out with his green eyes.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind the company,” he replied and you closed the door behind you and walked up to stand beside him.

“It’s a beautiful view up here,” you commented.

“And it just got better,” Loki said with a smirk. “I’m Loki, by the way,” he introduced himself. “And you’re [your first and last name]. I saw you on TV. They were all cheering for you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Loki,” you said and shook his hand. “I’m sorry Wanda made you all look at the competition. It’s not that much fun if you’re not into gymnastics.”

“I didn’t mind,” Loki assured you. “I especially liked that thing you did at the bars. I wasn’t aware that humans could be quite so… agile.”

“Thank you,” you said and felt your cheeks grow warm. You felt a bit chilly and shivered slightly.

“Here,” Loki said, putting his jacket over your shoulders before you could object.

“But what about you? Won’t you get cold then?” you objected and looked at him. He smiled in response, shaking his head at you.

“Let me show you something,” he said and the colour of his skin turned blue. You looked at him in wonder and reached out to touch his soft skin.

“This is… beautiful,” you told him in a whisper and stroked his cheek gently.

“I’m a frost giant,” Loki told you and you smiled.

“So is this your true form?” you asked with interest.

“I suppose,” Loki replied with a smile and gently took your hand in his and kissed it softly. You were smitten to say the least.

“You’re beautiful,” you said with awe. His irises had turned red and his unique beauty was truly out of this world. “I…” you said, placing a hand on each of his cheeks and took a step closer towards him. “I have never kissed a frost giant,” you told him and leaned in until your lips came in contact with his. He pulled you closer and eagerly deepened the kiss. You felt pure bliss and couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the evening than being there with him.

The balcony door suddenly opened and the two of you both took a step back, away from each other. Loki’s skin tone turned back to the light one you were used to seeing him in within seconds. You felt a bit saddened by that, because it seemed like Loki was somehow ashamed of showing his true form.

“So this is where you’re hiding,” Wanda said with a grin. “So you found your prince after all.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, feeling your cheeks grow warm from embarrassment.

“Nothing,” Wanda said and gave you a wink. She was a bit tipsy and was smiling widely at you and Loki. “Don’t let me interrupt whatever you two are doing out here,” she told you before heading back inside. “Let’s take another balcony, this one is taken,” you heard your friend say before the door shut behind her.

Loki smirked as you scratched the back of your neck nervously.

“Why did Wanda refer to me as your prince?” he asked amusedly.

“I have no idea,” you lied and his grin widened as he stepped closer to you.

“Surely you must have some idea,” he said playfully and you forced yourself to look up at him. His smile warmed your heart and made you decide that you might as well tell him the truth.

“I was hoping I would find you here tonight,” you admitted.

“You’re flattering me,” Loki told you with a self-confident grin. It made you happy to see him smile and you eagerly took a step closer towards him.

“Could you turn back into your true form?” you requested and he looked genuinely surprised.

“So it doesn’t freak you out?” he asked you.

“Did I seem freaked out by it?” you asked him with a smile. Loki turned back into his Jotun form and you admired his beautiful features. “Your beauty is otherwordly,” you told him and kissed the skin of his hand softly. “I’m so glad to finally meet you, Loki Laufeyson.”

Loki smiled at your words and brought you into another kiss, filled with passion and lust. There was nowhere else where you would rather be than right there with him.

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slutforametalarm · 3 years

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Loki x reader

warnings- mentions of knives, wounds, battle, etc.

You had been born with a rather useful and extraordinary gift. You could heal wounds with a simple touch and a bit of concentration. As soon as you were old enough and had mastered your skills with healing, you applied for a job in the castle. It meant you would be a healer to Odin's soldiers and even the Allfather or the princes themselves.

It was your first day on the job and you were already enjoying it. You'd helped several soldiers with their wounds along with a few ordinary citizens. Already it seemed like a very rewarding job.

"Lady Y/N," a deep voice said from behind you.

You turned around, smiling when you saw Thor. You'd met him several times during your visits to the castle. "Hello, Thor," you greeted with a smile. "How can I help you?"

"Actually, it's my brother who needs help," Thor replied, stepping aside to reveal his younger brother.

Loki was clutching his side, his shirt seemed to be soaked with blood. Thor reached out, offering to help him stand but Loki swatted him away. "I'm hurt, but not helpless," the god of mischief said. "I can stand on my own."

Thor sighed and took a step back away from his brother, shooting you a glance. "Loki was assisting me with the training of one of our new soldiers," he explained.

"That boy isn't fit to hold a weapon," Loki muttered under his breath. "But I'm fine. I don't need any healer." He tried to straighten himself and take a few steps, only to wince in pain and cover his wound with his hand again.

You guide him over to the table, instructing him to sit down, and he reluctantly followed your orders. You reached out with a careful hand, placing it on his side gently. Almost immediately, the pain Loki was in seemed to fade. He let out a small sigh of relief and in minutes the wound was gone without a trace other than a faint scar.

He looked at you, his blue eyes wide in surprise at your power. "Thank you, Lady Y/N," he said. He rose from the table, seeming pleased when there was no pain.

You offered a friendly smile. "You're welcome."

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talklokitome · 3 years

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Exposed and Entangled: Chapter 10

Read the full chapter on AO3!

If you want to be tagged, let me know!

Rating: Explicit (18+ readers only)

Chapter Summary: Loki and Callista have a coffee "date"...Callista brings Lane. Threats are made.

Excerpt:

As Loki saw her approaching, he stood up, smiling, preparing to pull out her chair. But then, right next to her, looking like she was ready to stab him...was Lane.

Oh for fuck’s sake, what is this?

“Hey Calli,” he said brightly as she got closer, though he still focused a nervous side-eye on the unwelcome tagalong. “You didn’t mention you’d be bringing a friend ...”

I thought this was a DATE...

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just-the-hiddles · 3 years

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He looks at her like he may not be able to resist the urge to eat her, his pupils suddenly blown wide with just the faintest hint of emerald surrounding their black centers.

“Hmmm, well if this is my reward…” He is sure not to move his hands, lest he “breaks her rules” again. And he thoroughly enjoys this teasing back-and-forth with her. He wouldn’t want to ruin it.

“Since I was such a good boy for you, I would, of course, like your lips on my cock, spitfire. And as soon as possible, if it suits you.”

He leans forward, meeting her eyes, locking her gaze with his, the animalistic lust beginning to percolate within him as she continues to stroke his manhood so lightly its almost infuriating...and that’s part of the fun.

(I like this one...perhaps a bit more submission will truly bring out the beast within her.)

Before she can speak, he swallows hard, his eyebrows peak, and his entire demeanor changes. His lips draw down into a desperate little pout, and his expression shifts from one of unbridled lust to one of submissive need.

“Please…mistress.”

Well, this is absolutely delightful!! (and I must admit making me blush!) Smutty smut below cut, darlings...

“I thought you might say that and I must admit I enjoy hearing you call me ‘Mistress’, my king.” She runs her nails up and down his torso. She smirks as she slips off the couch and onto her knees in front of him. “And I managed to get another small secret from you.”

Loki’s eyes widen as he realizes she is right. She licks her lips staring down at his cock, precum dripping from the tip. She does worry how she will manage Loki’s sizable member but it was a bit late for that.

“Please..” he begs again. She glances up from the floor through her lashes and smiles at his pout. She starts by placing small kitten kisses along his shaft. Loki whimpers. “More, please.”

She kisses and sucks the tip, enjoying the taste of him. He did taste delicious and then parts her lips to take him in. Slowly, she slid down his shaft, taking as much of he as she could, making up the the difference with her hand. Loki’s hands twitch by his sides but don’t move. She slides back and releases him with a soft pop.

“You are such a good boy, Loki. So good for me. Let’s see how long you can last?”

She takes him back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. She sucks him off, laving her tongue along the shaft. Her red lipstick staining his cock as she began to drool. Her own arousal growing as well, as she rubs her thighs together to relieve some tension. With one hand, she cups his balls, fondling them. Loki grunts. The other hand is on his thigh, pressing his leg open.

When she feels his balls tighten in her grip, she pulls off of him and smiles, taking her thumb and index finger and wrapping them at the base of his cock. Loki sputters and groans as he is denied.

“You didn’t think I would get you off right away?” She removes her fingers and returns to the feather light strokes along his cock. “And, my king,” She licks his tip. “what is it you desire?”

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chocnat · 3 years

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Birthday Blues | Loki x Reader one-shot

I saw this tweet from @bebx

and I thought of writing something. So with their permission, here it is. ＾ω＾

Summary: You discovered your boyfriend, Loki, has not experienced his own birthday party growing up.

Preview:

“Steve? Where’s everybody?” Bucky asked when they walked the dark corridors of the Avengers compound. It was eerily silent, an unusual occurrence for a dynamic compound like this. Goosebumps start to appear on his skin.

Steve felt Bucky’s hesitation and placed his arm over his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Buck. Maybe they’re all asleep?”

Bucky shoved his arm from him. “Steeeeve, it’s still 7:30 and everyone’s asleep?!” He stopped in his tracks, taking a defensive stance. “Is there something wrong?” He dropped his voice.

Steve chuckled and approached him. “Relax, Buck.” His large hands rested on Bucky’s shoulders. “Things are perfectly fine.”

Bucky eyed him suspiciously. “I’m going to trust you on this, Punk. But if anything goes wrong, I’ll surely kick your ass.”

“You’re welcome to do so.” Steve then led him to the living room and when he pushed the double wooden doors -

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUCKY!” Everyone inside the room exclaimed.

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november-rayne · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35429233/chapters/94365208

Loki’s bachelor party gets rowdy.

Chapters: 23/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Loki - Fandom, Thor (Movies), Loki (TV 2021), Loki (Marvel Comics), Thor (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loki/Sigyn (Marvel) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sigyn (Marvel) Additional Tags: Blow Jobs, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Spanking, Doggy Style, Dom/sub, Corporal Punishment, Loki's Punishments (Marvel), Riding, Hand Jobs, Dominant Loki, Dom Loki (Marvel), Oral Sex, Shameless Smut, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Romance, Protective Loki (Marvel), Good Loki (Marvel), Praise Kink, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Love at First Sight, Thor is a Good Bro (Marvel), Pre-Thor (2011), Minor Sif/Thor (Marvel), Arranged Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Marriage, Falling In Love, Brotherly Love, Friendship/Love, Top Loki (Marvel), Loki smut, Switch Loki (Marvel), Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Mild Degradation, Brat Kink, Sigyn is a brat, Bisexual Loki (Marvel), BAMF Sigyn (Marvel) Summary:

Sometimes you don't know you want something until it shows up at your door.

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snowbyrdn7 · 2 years

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#loki odison x reader #loki x reader #loki romance #loki laufeyson #loki of asgard #fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki

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hotchocolatelovesyou · 3 years

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Yo, we don't know when LOKI season 2 is going to come out so let's manifest together that Mobius x Loki becomes canon in the meanwhile

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latent-thoughts · 2 years

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Hello I have another drabble request- reader keeps trying to seduce bf!Loki while he's working and he gets exasperated and makes her straddle his thigh with his fingers inside her and orders her to pleasure herself on his fingers while he finishes work?

Loki was going over a set of administrative paperwork that needed his inputs and approval. Ever since the Asgardians had settled on Midgard, his work had been cut-out.

Thor had insisted on his active involvement in the running of New Asgard, and Loki couldn't say no to the oaf.

Hence, here he was, engrossed in the documents, wanting to finish this task within the next hour.

So, when you entered his study, he was too preoccupied with the file in his hand to pay full attention to you.

"Something important?" you asked, skipping over to him to give him a kiss.

He smiled as he returned the kiss, getting a whiff of your alluring scent as you leaned over. It aroused him instantly, but he controlled his instincts and pulled his lips away from yours to return to his work.

"Yes. How was your trip to Oslo?" he asked conversationally, even though his eyes were fixed on the text of the documents.

"It was nice. I did some shopping for us," you replied, stroking his hair and neck. The touch was almost innocent, but he knew you well by now.

You were here to seduce him, in simple terms, but you were trying to be subtle about it.

His lips twitched in amusement, but he didn't smile overtly. He kept his gaze trained on the file.

"And what did you get?"

"I'll show you if you come with me."

"Not right now, kitten, I have work to do."

"I never thought I would hear those words from your mouth."

Looking up at you, he let out a sigh. "I'm not just the god of mischief, I’m a crown prince too. Caring for my people's well-being is part of my duties."

You pouted, plopping yourself right on his thigh. "I'm not against that, but I'm your subject too, your highness."

You tried to kiss him again, but he didn't return it this time. So then you tried to grab the file from him. He foiled the attempt by grasping your hand and pushing it away from the file.

That's when you received a look of annoyance from him. "Kitten, don't be a brat."

"Please, I need you," you whined, bouncing on his thigh. "You didn't take me this morning, and I just..." you frowned, as if trying to look for the right words to express yourself.

It was an adorable look on you, but not enough to make him lose focus. He went back to reading the paperwork, even though he still humoured you.

"Are you saying that you're addicted to me?"

"Maybe? Will admitting it get me what I want?"

That made him click his tongue and shake his head in disapproval. “Behave.”

"Please Loki... please master."

Ah, you were using targeted words now. Smart...

When his eyes met yours again, they were narrowed in amusement, with an edge of salacious darkness.

"Well, if you're that desperate of a slut, you can simply ride my fingers and get off like that," he stated firmly, raising his hand to move his fingers with a flair. "That is your only option right now. Straddle my thighs and ride my fingers. So, do you want to do it, kitten?"

Your response was almost too comical in its quickness.

You jumped to your feet, took your panties off, and then straddled his thigh. His fingers were already there, in position for you to receive them inside you. You sat down on them gingerly, sighing happily as they filled your sweet channel.

“Mmm, thank you!”

Loki simply responded with a stiff ‘Hmm’ and went back to reading the documents. Of course, he had trouble concentrating, because you were undulating on his fingers now, all wanton and needy and wet.

Still, he persevered, turning the pages with the help of his seidr, keeping his visage devoid of his true feelings. That aside, he discovered that his reading speed had suddenly improved.

“Don’t be too loud, kitten,” he muttered as you moaned, humping his fingers more and more aggressively. “This is my study, not our bedroom.”

“Sorry, master,” you whimpered, grasping his shoulder to keep your balance. “I’ll be a good girl. I’m trying.”

“That’s what I like hearing.” He gave you a little glance as he leaned forward to make suggestions on the documents with his pen, acting completely indifferent towards you despite the fact that his cock was painfully hard.

This went on for a few good minutes… where he covered more paperwork than he had half an hour ago, with his fingers still deep inside you, and you trying your best to make use of them.

Still, you hadn’t been able to orgasm, and he could now feel your frustration growing, given the jerky movements of your body.

“Please…” you whined, bouncing on his fingers, clutching at them with your hot channel. “I need…”

“What do you need now?” he asked in exasperation, counting the pages left for him to go through.

“Please, I want to come…”

He gave you a sneer, more for pretence than anything else. “What is this? Did my little slut forget to come on her own?” He knew that you loved the degrading talk, so he never missed the opportunity to use it on you.

You shivered and looked at him wide, almost forlorn eyes as you nodded.

“Oh dear.” He chuckled. “It seems that you’ve been fucked witless by me. I’ll try to remedy that.”

His fingers grew more active inside you as he said that, curving and thrusting into you with vigour. In tandem to that, his thumb began to tap on your clit aggressively.

As you squealed to your orgasm, he smirked and turned another page in the documents. “There’s my good girl. Witless but good.”

He gave you two more orgasms like that while he tried his best to keep his mind on the documents. It was tough, but he finally managed to reach the last page.

But by then, his self restraint had been eroded by the feel of your silken channel around his fingers.

“Open my pants,” he ordered as he kept his eyes on that last page he still needed to read. “Be quick about it.”

You followed his command eagerly, opening his pants to pull his cock out. Even that little touch made him twitch.

“Sit on it,” he rasped, trying to write down the last of his suggestions.

That gave you a pause. “But… you said that--”

“I said sit on it. Now!”

“Yes master!” Without delay, you hopped off his fingers to straddle him properly.

His pen snapped in half under his grip as you slid down on his engorged flesh, taking him in slowly.

“Damn you, woman,” he growled, pushing the paperwork aside (for now) and grasping your waist to bounce you on his cock. “You get your wish.”

“Mmmm yes!” you sang happily, threading your fingers into his hair to pull his mouth to yours.

He took you with abandon then, pushing his tongue against yours, keeping his rhythm quick but his thrusts deep. He even let go of his rule to not be loud in his endeavour to find his release inside you.

When he finally reached his climax, you were already caught in the throes of yours. He kept himself deep inside you as you milked his hard flesh, knowing that he’d never get tired of the sensation.

“Stay,” he murmured, holding you against his chest as the last of his seed spurted inside you. “Warm my cock while I finish the work.”

“Still not letting it go?” you asked, all breathless and giggly as you rested your head against his shoulder.

“No, I had promised Thor that I’ll send these back to him today itself.”

“A man of your word, you are.”

“Indeed,” he said, pulling the file back to him to finish writing his suggestions in the notes.

If he were to be honest, it felt wonderful to simply sit there with his cock buried deep inside you, still hard and primed for another round of lovemaking.

He was contemplating doing this on a more regular basis when suddenly, the doors to his study burst open, with Thor barging in.

“Loki, are you done with those docum--” He stopped midway when he witnessed the scene before him.

Loki froze, as did you.

Thankfully, your long, flowing skirts had fanned around both you and him, protecting Thor’s eyes from seeing everything.

Still, from the look on his face, it was clear that he knew what was going on.

Loki gave him a sheepish grin and a wave. “Ah brother, not knocking as usual.”

“This is your study! Is no place safe from your debauched adventures?” Thor asked in mostly insincere exasperation.

Loki shrugged in response while you hid your face against his neck, inadvertently clenching around his cock in your state of nervousness. It almost made him lose his breath.

“Did you work on those documents or not?” Thor asked, grimacing as he saw the obvious lust on Loki’s face. “Or were you too preoccupied?”

Loki rolled his eyes. Thor was acting as though he hadn’t been caught by him in similar circumstances in the past.

“Before you bother me with more of your dramatic outrage… here.” He closed the file and sent it flying towards Thor with a quick cantrip. “I’ve done my bit, now go do yours.”

Thor grabbed it before it hit him in the face. “When did you get the time to go over these… no, don’t answer that. I’m leaving.”

With a telling laugh, Thor was gone. And as soon as the study doors closed behind him, Loki locked them with his seidr.

“How are you faring?” he asked you, chuckling against your ear.

“I’m fine,” you answered rather meekly, pulling your head back to meet his gaze. “Just a little shaken.”

“Will this help?” he asked, giving you a little thrust.

Your eyes fluttered in pleasure. “This always helps.”

“Good,” he groaned, taking your lips in a heated kiss as he started bouncing you on his cock again. “Because I’m not going to let go of you for quite some time.”

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A Christmas Debt

Characters: Loki x Reader

Category: Chaptered Story

Genre: Romance, Love, Friendship

Synopsis: Unknowingly, the reader has rendered a great service to Loki. Not to remain in anyone's debt, our God of Mischief offers to return the favour in the most unusual way...

A/N: AU where Loki becomes a part of the Avengers instead of being hauled back to Asgard.

Gifs not mine

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Chapter One

It’s that time of the year once more—one of happiness and peace, of family gatherings and badly wrapped gifts, of mistletoes and eggnog, of frequent bursts of cheerful singing and suppressed giggles. It’s Christmas. And you hate it.

Well, not exactly. It’s more like a dread of turning up at your family dinner without a date. Again.

‘They are going to be so disappointed,’ you whine to Natasha, carefully hanging a bauble on the branches of the Christmas tree. It’s only two days to Christmas and you all are busy decorating the foyer at the Stark Tower.

She tsks. ‘But what about Gerard? You said he liked you!’

‘I said I thought he liked me,’ you grumble, snatching up another trinket from the basket.

Pepper frowns. ‘What do you mean? We saw him flirting with you during the Halloween party!’

‘He was just trying to gather the courage to approach Vivienne.’

‘Who’s Vivienne?’

‘Tony’s newest assistant.’

‘What a little prick! Want me to kill him?’ drawls Natasha. ‘Or perhaps maim certain parts of his anatomy?’

You giggle despite yourself. They are like your sisters, always looking out for you. It has been a year since you joined as a junior agent but these two have immediately taken a liking to you and decided to take you under their wings.

‘Nah,’ you snort. ‘I already had my little revenge. I might have accidentally forgotten to tell him that Viv is engaged.’

The three of you break into titters.

‘What are you three snickering about?’

Tony Stark strolls into the room, casually sipping coffee and wearing his signature smirk. It was his idea to celebrate this year’s Christmas party at the Stark Tower. Pepper had been apprehensive but all the other members had offered to help decorate, including you, and she had finally relented.

‘That’s a secret,’ Pepper says, turning to him. ‘And it doesn’t concern you.’

‘Is that so? I think it does since it is my employee you are discussing about.’

‘Well, technically she is my employee.’

You and Natasha exchange looks, shake your heads and turn back to the tree.

‘Don’t worry,’ she whispers. ‘The right guy will come along and sweep you off your feet before you even realise it.’

You shrug, wondering when that would be.

***

The foyer looks stunning. The millions of tiny fairy lights across the ceiling and the lush green wreaths of holly have transformed it into a cosy little place to hang out in. Tony has even managed to convince someone to bake cookies and fudges in his kitchen so that it actually smells like Christmas!

You take a deep breath and sigh softly. Finally, it’s all done!

No sooner have you collapsed onto the plush sofa and groaned out your fatigue that you hear the soft rustle of fabric behind you.

Loki.

Funny how you could easily recognise that sound. Initially it was a cause of irritation for you. You would grow tense and apprehensive whenever he was anywhere near your vicinity. You saw him only as a dangerous captive. After watching whatever he had done in New York, it was hard for you to accept him without treating him like a bomb that could go off any moment. Yet somehow he had managed to grow on you in the last six months.

You keep quiet, expecting him to break the silence with one of his usual sarcastic remarks. But it never comes. That’s unusual! Cautiously you turn, curious to know what’s keeping him. And then you see.

It’s as if he was hewn in marble. His face has gone rigidly still, drained completely of the little colour it had. And his eyes are fixed on something across the room. You’ve never seen such terror and abhorrence and sorrow in a single gaze.

Puzzled and slightly afraid, you look over. Your eyes land on the doorframe.

‘What’s that?’ he whispers in a voice trembling with emotion.

‘Mistletoe. It’s a Christmas decoration.’

He clears his throat and looks away, walking over to the glass window overlooking the city.

Exchanges between you and him barely exceed two sentences. But you are intrigued and not a little worried by whatever is bothering him. His usual relaxed gait is gone, replaced by a suppressed tension so thick one can almost touch it. That’s why you find yourself asking, ‘Are you okay?’

‘I did not realise someone like you would be so concerned about the wellbeing of someone as insignificant as me!’ His voice drips sarcasm with every syllable. He turns, his signature smirk in place. ‘Yes, Ms Y/Sn. As you can see, I am perfectly fine.’

He seems to be back to his indifferent self. But his eyes betray his lie.

***

‘Where is the mistletoe!’

Everybody whips around at Tony’s exclamation. Pepper raises a brow, holding a tray of freshly baked cookies that she’s serving everyone. Natasha frowns.

‘Hang on a second,’ says Clint, taking a cookie from Pepper. ‘I saw it there the last time I checked. Are you sure it’s not you, Tony? You know, for some extra kisses?’ Everyone titters at his remark.

‘Now why would I do that? Frankly, if I wanted to steal it, why would I bring it to your notice? Secondly, who steals from his own self? And thirdly, if I wanted to kiss Pepper, I’d simply kiss Pepper. No darned mistletoe required.’ He grabs Pepper and plants a kiss on her lips amidst whoops and shouts of ‘get a room, you two’.

Steve coughs politely and resumes, ‘But that does not explain who did it or why.’

Perhaps you did, someone quips. Steve simply rolls his eyes saying, ‘And who am I supposed to kiss?’ as Bucky slowly shakes his head, running a hand absent-mindedly over his metal arm and trying not to smile.

Sam suddenly puts up his hand. ‘I think I know who did this!’ He turns and everyone collectively turns with him. To stare at Peter, who looks completely thrown.

‘Wait, no! I didn’t do anything this time, I swear!’

But nobody seems to believe him, poor kid. They tease him till his ears turn red and he stammers out a girl’s name at his school. They roar out their approval, causing a general din.

You join in too, wondering why you did it. It was an impulse of the moment to take down the wreath. For a second, your eyes stray towards the lone figure at the back of the room. Those strikingly green eyes lock onto yours, for once completely devoid of malice. It’s so strange you feel slightly trapped under his gaze. Is that relief and gratitude you see in them? Of course not, you scold yourself. He is not one to display such vulgar emotions. After all he’s Loki.

You turn away, gathering the empty cookie plates, and quietly leave the room.

***

Another year almost gone. Another Christmas. Single. You can imagine your siblings making fun of your continued celibacy. They do not mean any malice, but it hurts anyways looking at them happily spending time with their better halves. It makes you feel so alone.

Too preoccupied with such maudlin thoughts, you quietly pull out the mistletoe out of the string.

‘Gotcha! EVERYONE, I FOUND THE THIEF!’

You stand there stunned and petrified as they all rush in at a grinning Peter’s triumphant whoop. Wanda and Natasha gasp and Tony shakes his head, muttering ‘damn, there goes my ten dollars!’

They half-drag, half-carry you to the sofa, teasing you all the while. They have turned it into a game—an unofficial Christmas tradition combined with the classic game of truth-or-dare.

‘So Y/N,’ says Scott. Everybody’s face is turned towards you, eager and waiting. ‘You were the culprit all along!’

‘The game is up Ms. Y/N, ‘ teases Banner good-naturedly. ‘Truth or Dare?’

‘Truth?’

‘Why did you steal the mistletoe?’

Damn. You should have seen that coming. As you fumble with your words, trying to come up with a plausible excuse, you can almost feel the weight of those hooded green eyes at your back. Something tells you that revealing the real reason would be foolhardy. So you settle for the half-truth.

‘I was kinda jealous, and annoyed,’ you blurt out. ‘It felt like a constant reminder to my single status.’

In the deafening silence that follows, you realise how much it hurts to say that out loud. Suddenly the room starts to feel too suffocating. You cannot bear it anymore.

‘Please excuse me,’ you mumble, rushing for the doors. Natasha makes a feeble attempt to stop you, but you brush aside her comforting hands and make a run for the stairs.

You come to a stop on the landing, taking huge gulps of the chilly December air.

There is a quiet movement behind you. The whisper of fabric perhaps. You sense him immediately. It is unusual for him to seek you out like this, so you wait quietly, clutching the windowsill and muffling your sobs. The scene outside looks like a fairy-tale, the city adorned with fairy lights, the air smelling of festivity and cheer. They only make you more miserable and wretched. The tears flow freely.

He continues to remain silent, observing you with those sharp eyes. You feel them burning a hole in your skull.

‘Is there something you need?’ you turn at last, wiping your cheeks as discreetly as possible. You are embarrassed to be caught in such a vulnerable state, and by him of all people.

He slowly walks out of the shadows and approaches you, each step clipped and measured. There is barely a foot of space between you two when he stops.

‘Thank you.’

The softly spoken words take you completely by surprise. Loki clears his throat, embarrassed to find that his own mouth had formed the words.

‘What for?’

‘For remembering.’

Your eyes fly up. Strange how despite silently avoiding one another for almost two years now, you totally understand what he’s trying to say. As if it has always been like this between you two. As if you did not need words to understand each other. It is a strange tug of connection you both feel, like a thrum across a guitar string. The silence is potent with possibilities.

His eyes are fixed on you, their usual haughtiness replaced by curiosity and little bit of wonder? They roam over your face, slowly, deliberately, like a soft caress, lingering on your lips a few moments longer. Your breath snags.

‘If you’d allow me... ‘

The moment is broken. You indignantly realise that you’ve been staring too.

‘....I would like to offer myself as your escort to your parents’ dinner invitation.’

You do a mental double-take. Did Loki just offer to be your date?

‘What?!’ the question is torn from your lips, even before you can stop yourself.

Loki frowns. ‘I couldn’t help overhearing you talking to the Black Widow.’

You feel anger slowly rising up like bile in your throat. ‘So you’ve been eavesdropping.’

‘Not purposefully.’

‘Why? Why now?’

‘I wanted to return the favour.’

‘And you simply decided to take pity on a poor girl who could not manage even a date!’ you’re livid, marvelling at his audacity.

Anger flares in his eyes. ‘It is not pity,' he grinds out.

'Well I don’t care what it is. I don’t need it.’

A vein ticks on his temple. You should have been afraid of his fury, should have fled seeing how he was keeping a tight leash on his temper. But your own wrath makes you bolder. You have had enough. For once you did not want to be the subject of pity among your friends or family. Just once. Was it too much to ask?

You meet his eyes, challenging him to say anything further. He glares back.

Then his words surprise you. ‘Have you ever considered the fact that people pity you because you pity yourself? Perhaps if you stopped feeling so miserable about yourself for once, others would see you for who you are.’

'For the record,' he continues, 'I do not find anything in you to garner pity. You are a capable woman, intelligent, kind, thoughtful, funny. A man should be considered fortunate to call himself yours.’

He stands there awkwardly after the outburst, clasping and unclasping his fingers, a nervous gesture that surprises you. The silence between you stretches like the Sahara. You swallow, realising your throat has run dry.

At length, he says, ‘The offer still stands, should you require it.’

And before you can react, he turns and walks away, leaving you gaping after him.

To be continued...

Chapter Two available now

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NSFW alphabet- Loki Laufeyson

warnings- choking, bondage, kn!fe kink, threesomes, descriptions of nudity, etc.

A- Aftercare

Loki is always careful to check on your after sex and make sure you have everything you need to be comfortable.

B- body part (your favorite body part of his and his favorite of yours)

You aren’t sure if it necessarily counts as a body part, but you love Loki’s hair. You especially love running your fondees through it when he’s going down on you.

Loki is most fond of your legs. He loves to run his hands over your smooth skin and to squeeze your thighs. He also enjoys putting your legs up onto his shoulders when he is on top and having his way with you.

C- cum

Loki loves to cum inside of you or on you. On your neck, ass, or face. Something about seeing his pleasure all over your skin turns him on even more.

D- dirty secret

The knowledge that he can get you pregnant drives Loki wild. He would never admit it aloud but it’s part of the reason he is so obsessed with finishing inside of you. Not because he’s that eager to have kids, but because there’s the risk. He finds it to be an adrenaline rush.

E- experience (how experienced are they?)

He is an attractive and wealthy prince, so he has had his share of both men and women around Asgard. It made you jealous at first but eventually you became grateful for his experiences in the past. It means he always knows exactly what to do with you.

F- favorite position

His favorite position is, without a doubt, doggy style. He finds that it gives him a wonderful view of your ass and the perfect opportunity to grab you by your hair.

G- goofy (are there serious in the moment or no?)

He is very much serious in the moment. He takes your sex life seriously. He is very focused and determined while in the moment. Mostly focused on trying to bring you pleasure.

H- hair

He is very clean cut and well groomed. His chest and nether regions are all bare. He finds it cleaner and more attractive that way, on himself at least. When it comes to you he doesn’t mind whether you have hair or not.

I- intimacy

He finds intimacy to be a very important part of keeping a healthy relationship. He makes an effort to perform grand and romantic gestures to ensure that you feel special all the time.

J- Jack off

Loki doesn’t masturbate often. He much prefers the real deal. On the rare occasion he does, it’s usually when the two of you are parted for long periods of time.

K- kink (their kinks)

It didn’t surprise you when Loki revealed his knife kink to you. He seemed nervous, as if you would reject him and go running for the hills, so when you admitted to him that you had a similar kink he was overjoyed. He would never draw blood from you without permission, and the same goes for you.

Loki is a dom 100% and enjoys tying you down in rather complex bondage and lightly dragging a knife across that beautiful skin of yours, or simply holding the blade against your throat.

L- location (favorite places to do the deed)

He prefers to do it in a proper bed. He feels that is the best place for him to worship you and give you all of the pleasure that you require.

M- motivation (what turns them on)

You always keep your hair up in elaborate braids or other hairstyles, as is Asgardian tradition. At the end of the day, Loki loves to watch you take your hair down. He knows it relieves you of a headache and he finds your hair very beautiful.

N- no (turns offs)

Loki is open to most things but the one thing that turns him off the most is jealousy. If he feels as though you are flirting with someone else or someone else is flirting with you, it makes him angry.

O- oral

Loki is more than happy to perform oral sex on you whenever you please. He always tells you how sweet you taste. However, if he had to choose he much prefers receiving oral. He especially enjoys when you let him take control and fuck your mouth.

P-pace

Loki will pave himself however you please. He can either be fast and rough or slow and romantic if that’s what you wish.

Q- quickie

Loki is a rather big fan of quickies. He will often take you into spare rooms or other private areas of the palace to make love to you before going about the rest of his day. Sometimes the two of you will have more than one of these quickies throughout the day.

R- risk (willing to experiment?)

There isn’t much he won’t say no to. He’s willing to try just about anything, anywhere so long as you are willing.

S- stamina

He can usually last for four or five rounds of actual intercourse without a long break between sessions. He’s always more than willing to please you over and over and over even after he has had his fill.

T- toys

He’s not opposed to using toys however he doesn’t own any himself. He’s always thought that the job is better done when he does it himself.

U- unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is an extremely impatient man and typically won’t tease you for very long. Once he gets an idea or desire in his head he just has to have it at that very moment. You know this and often take it to your advantage by teasing him as much as possible throughout the day.

V- volume

He is not ashamed to admit that he is rather vocal when the two of you are intimate. He is not afraid of anyone hearing.

W- wild card

He would never admit this aloud, but Loki has wild fantasies of having a threesome. Preferably either Fandral or Lady Sif joining the two of you for a kinky night ;).

X- x ray (what do they look like under their clothes?)

Loki is above average length but about average girth. You find every inch of it pleasing.

Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Loki desires you constantly. Just the very sight of you can turn him on. He would do it all hours of the night and day if he could, but he understands that both of you are separate people with lives. He still likes to think about it though.

Z- zzz (how quickly they sleep afterwards)

It typically depends on the situation. Sometimes sex leaves him full of energy and ready to go for another round or stay up and talk for a while. However if the two of you have been drinking he will fall asleep right afterward.

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Exposed and Entangled: Chapter 7

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Rating: Explicit (18+ readers only)

Chapter Summary: Loki and Callista both grapple with the consequences of his confession.

Excerpt:

It took Callista a few tries to open her eyes. The bed was so warm, the sheets so soft, and Loki smelled so good.

But she felt like shit. Her head was pounding, and she had a swollen stiffness in all her limbs from dehydration. She cursed herself from indulging so much last night. Images of the restaurant floated up to the surface of her consciousness as she rolled away from Loki, her bladder making the final decision about waking up.

She shuffled naked to the bathroom with one eye half open, thinking about endless glasses of white wine and a particularly well-cut green vest. He had been so smooth at dinner, so charming, telling her stories about his childhood and his family.

God, her head was throbbing. She opened the medicine cabinet, hoping for a bottle of Advil or something, but it was completely empty except for a toothbrush and toothpaste. She settled for drinking right from the faucet, cupping the water with her hands.

Water had never tasted so good.

Yeah, she had really overdone it last night.

Callista froze, a cupped palm halfway to her mouth, water trickling down her wrist as images from the rest of the night came back to her.

Jotunheim, Asgard, Loki, Mad Titan, the Battle of New York, Loki.

Loki.

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cxmetery-gates · 3 years

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DEFYING THE ODDS - LOKI LAUFEYSON

CHAPTER ONE: THE ARRIVAL

SUMMARY: Odin is faced with uncertainty surrounding a young woman who fell from the heavens and has no memory of where she came from. WORD COUNT: 4k NOTES: Make sure you read the prologue! Soooo there is a lot of Norse mythology going to be tied into this series! My information will be coming from “The Viking Spirit” by Daniel McCoy and his website Norse Mythology for Smart People. Thank you all for reading!! WARNINGS: none that I know of!

MASTERLIST

FROM THE CHAOS AND VOID of Ginnungagap came the beginning of everything. Where silence and darkness once existed, the beginning saw the creation of the giant Ymir from the fires of Muspelheim and the ice from Nifelheim, and from him, the Aesir were born. The universe was given a breath of life. It was said that all that will ever be was formed in the great beginning, the seeds of all life would sprout and flourish the cosmos until Ragnarök returned the universe back into the dark and silent abyss.

But so it seemed the void had one last creation.

As if falling from the darkness of Ginnungagap itself, a mysterious figure clad in obsidian armor fell from the cosmos, landing on the home of the Aesir: Asgard. It did not take a healer to note the height should have killed anyone, perhaps to the degree in which there would be no body to find. However, after washing upon the shore where Asgard's fiercest and strongest knights waited, they were all but surprised to find the being was a young woman.

Now, on the ninth day of her comatose state, Odin once again finds himself at the girl's bedside. While it is unclear when or if she will wake, the ruler of the Aesir still found himself in the hospital at least once a day. After all, the young woman's arrival was the hottest topic throughout Yggdrasil, the cosmic nexus of the Nine Realms.

No conclusion had been made yet and all the citizens across Yggdrasil who had heard the story were begging the Allfather for answers. Many already had their opinions laid out, arguing that she was a sign of the cosmos planning something great. However, many were on the side that she forebodes the coming of the end. There were assumptions that the empty black hole that opened in Asgard's sky was the darkness itself, teasing the arrival of Ragnarök. Either interpretation was a well enough argument in its own right, but they all faced the same dilemma: no one knew anything. Waiting was all anyone could do as the young woman lies on a cot with a steady breath and flushed cheeks.

"She's in perfect condition," the head nurse disclosed to Odin, her eyes wide in contemplation. When the Einherjar Guards first carried her to the medic bay, the girl appeared dead, the color drained from her face and her lips a soft blue hue. There were spots of dried blood on her armor and on the inside from where the sea did not rub away hard enough. "The only mark on her body is an old scar. There is nothing proving she fell at all. Not even a scratch." Odin hoped the crimson stains were not a bad omen.

Royal advisors were tasked to search all records pointing towards a prophecy or another occurrence of someone falling from the heavens and coming out unscathed in the process. Nine days and eight nights later, no answers were found. Odin hoped to find a vision from his father and father before him from their resting places in Valhalla, but there was nothing but silence from the gods. Odin even scoped guidance from Mimir, but the head merely told the Allfather time will reveal all secrets. The only option left was speculation, and that was not enough to calm an entire system of realms.

To attempt to quench the cries, a pair of spellbound chains loop around the girl's wrists and to the sides of the cot. Good intentions or not, the Allfather would not put his realm at risk by judging a book by its cover.

The Allfather sits and reads from his youngest son's book. A book of magical adventures, the history of the Aesir, and possible tellings of the Norns. When he was a young boy, his father gave him the same book and even after reading cover-to-cover more times than the number of stars in the sky, Odin still digs into every detail he comes across. The god swears that he has heard a story of a girl falling from the sky once before⁠— and he remembers what occurred after. But, as if the universe wanted to tease the Allfather, there was nothing he could find. Despite the dead ends, Odin is determined and would stop at nothing in his search for answers.

Unfortunately, it seemed not even the cost of Odin's eye would grant him knowledge this time.

With a sigh, Odin closes the book and places it on the bedside table. The thud was strong enough to wake a sleeping giant, and yet, the girl did not move. Not even a flinch.

"I should have guessed I would find you here."

The feminine voice from behind Odin is soft, easing his tightly wound nerves and racing questions. He barely looks over his shoulder as her hand comes to rest upon his arm, offering a squeeze that the Allfather relaxes into. "It is a king's duty to ensure the safety of his realm."

A smile reveals itself on the queen's lips. Frigga leans down to speak closer to her husband. "It is a king's duty to attend his sons' lessons that he promised."

Odin feels his head loll backwards slightly. With all the wonderment and questions, the promise to practice sword sparring with his sons slipped his mind. A great part of him feels upset with himself as he pictures his two sons waiting for nothing. "There is always tomorrow," the Allfather replies.

"Yes, there is," Frigga agrees, slinking her hand down to intertwine her fingers with his. "Come. Supper will grow cold if we wait any longer. Your boys miss you."

The Allfather lets his stare rest upon the girl's face. Her features are light but matured with dark hair and lashes to match. The curve of her nose speaks for innocence, but the cut of her jaw screams the opposite. Odin remembers the scar the nurse had mentioned. Letting his eye wander to the cracked skin right below her collarbone from where it peeks out beyond her temporary linen dress, Odin wonders how she became the bearer to such a mark. Despite not seeing the old wound in its entirety, he believed the head nurse when she proclaimed the falling entity was not some girl, but a warrior. No ordinary girl earns a scar like that from an accident (or falls from the sky, for that matter). Glancing over to the mighty and intimidating sword and the ensemble of armor, Odin has no reason to argue.

Another day and night, another weight added to the situation. By the fifth day, Odin began to grow anxious and, as his wife tugs on his hand for the second time now, approaching the ninth night, he feels nothing but frustration. Part of him thinks the girl will never wake, left for eternity as a mysterious sleeping beauty.

With a nod, Odin rises to his feet, Frigga sending a loving gaze as their arms interlock. The couple barely takes two steps before Odin spots the medic who was pausing her movements to bow. "Send word if she wakes."

The nurse's eyes flash to the girl then to the Allfather. Her mouth suddenly hangs open and she makes a double take. "I do not think I will need to send a messenger, Allfather..."

Turning their heads, Odin and Frigga find their guest with her eyes fluttering open.

Odin turns to Frigga to speak, but she beats him with words and a nod. "I will explain to Thor and Loki, then return. Stay; food may be brought up later." Squeezing her hand reassuringly, Frigga then departs from the medical bay, a look of apprehension very clear on her features.

The girl says nothing as she looks at the old man clad in golden fabric. When her eyes meet his, surprised to find the man has one eye socket covered with a thin piece of golden metal— and almost reaches up to see if she had only one like the man before her— all she does is swallow. She then notices the cuffs attached to her wrists. Her eyes become wide, wild with emotions she has never felt before. In an instant, she finds panic soaring through her veins, a new feeling she isn't quite fond of.

"Would you like me to fetch a guard?" the nurse asks.

Studying the girl, Odin decides to shake his head. "I think I will be alright. But perhaps the guards standing outside should be alerted, just in case."

The nurse nods her head, sends the girl on the cot one last look, then parts down the hall, walking with a purpose until she exits. Waiting for the taps of footsteps to disappear, Odin remains standing at the girl's bedside. When he concludes they are alone, Odin allows his body to fully turn, finding his chair a few feet away. Slowly and cautiously, he grips the back and brings it closer, then lowers himself into the seat. The girl grips the thin sheets, wrists growing irritated from the metal bindings.

"What is your name, dear?" Odin asks with his tone laced in amiability. He hopes not to spook her with his booming voice or his golden eye patch.

Her dark eyes dart from examining his face to the room in which she finds herself. Odin takes notice that her eyes are closer to a pitch black than brown. He isn't sure whether to be unsettled or intrigued.

The young woman takes in the room, noting everything from the floor panel to the texture of her sheets. She makes the deduction that she is in a hospital, seeing a cabinet lined with jars of ointment and utensils and lines of empty, identical cots. The girl has barely a moment to remember how and why she finds herself in such a place when her eyes flicker back to the man. The older man before her reigns superiority, for he bears golden textiles, intricate designs bedded into the front and large pads on his shoulders that deem attention. A king, she decides. The old man who might possibly be a ruler is offering her a moment to gather her thoughts, no pressure to answer quickly. A small feeling of gratitude enters her thoughts. She could have woken up in a place much, much worse.

After her examination, she looks back to the man's eye. A tongue pokes from out of her mouth and wets her dry lips before answering. "My name is Valdis Starborn."

Valdis Starborn, Odin considers. How entirely fitting. A strange name for an equally strange girl. In all his years, he has never met another Aesir with such a name, however it tastes familiar. A spark of recognition exists, but Odin finds no such idea as to why. "Valdis, do you know how you got here?"

The girl looks down in thought, brows pinching together. A roar of cries, a heated pain, and then nothing. As soon as the images flashed before her eyes, they were gone like the wind carrying smoke. Valdis reaches for the blips of memory to return, but all she's left with is confusion and emptiness. Nothing. She remembers nothing.

Valdis shakes her head slowly. "No, I do not." She swallows a lump in her throat realizing she does not know how she got to this room, nor anything else. Valdis searches through her thoughts to find her head void of any memory. "I do not know how or why I am here, but I also do not know where I come from. I fear my memories are... Gone."

Odin raises his chin, studying her puzzled expression. Not the answer he was hoping for, but at least she had a name. It was something among the sea of questions. "Do you know where you are?"

"No," Valdis answers quietly. "But, if I had to make a guess, somewhere nice. I expected a dungeon as my welcoming."

A slight twitch to the lips meets Odin as Valdis smiles sheepishly. "This is Asgard, the home of the Aesir and peacekeepers to the galaxy, and I am Odin, the Allfather. It is my duty to maintain balance in the cosmos, which includes sorting out the mysteries that the universe creates, such as yourself."

Valdis's eyebrows pinch. "Allfather?" She ponders out loud. Odin watches the girl carefully as her dark eyes leave him only to focus downwards, head tipped slightly in thought. "Allfather..."

"You speak as if something is coming back to you."

Looking back up, Valdis says, "'Allfather' sounds familiar. I feel like I have heard it before, but..." Her voice trails into silence, unable to locate the words or memories that have sparked some kind of recognition.

"Perhaps a sign that your memory will return," Odin hopes, eyeing her suspiciously.

The sound of heeled shoes on marble reaches both sets of ears, and Odin stands, turning to find Frigga coming to his side. Her smile is kind and warm, maintaining itself when she takes careful steps towards the young woman on the bed. Valdis cannot help but mirror the gentle expression.

"Valdis," Odin addresses, his arm outstretched towards her before angling to direct her attention to the new presence. "I am honored to introduce you to my wife and queen of Asgard, Frigga."

Memorizing the girl's name, Frigga passes in front of her husband. "How are you, dear girl?" Frigga asks, taking another step before lowering down to sit on the bed at Valdis's feet. "You fell from so high. We've all been worried about your health."

"'We?'" Valdis questions. Her heart spikes as she wonders what Frigga speaks of. With her memory wiped, it comes to Valdis's attention that not only does she not know where she came from or why she is on Asgard, but she is just as clueless as to how she ended up in a hospital in the first place. "Wait... I fell?"

Frigga's smile falters some, now understanding the downturn of Odin's expression. "Do you not remember?"

Valdis shakes her head, a new wave of rose-colored embarrassment coating her pale cheeks.

Only nodding once, Frigga does not let her worried sentiment show itself so clearly. Instead, the queen looks to her husband, continuing her words. "I hope my husband has not frightened you, little star. He has a habit." With this comment, the queen sends a wink to Valdis, who feels herself smiling.

Valdis notes that while the Allfather seems wise and just with a headstrong, powerful ambiance, the queen radiates a sunny glow, a tenderness that touches all. There is a balance to their chemistry, easily evening out what tension Valdis had in her thoughts. "No, the Allfather has been kind, my queen."

"You may call me Frigga, sweet one." The queen lets herself think for barely a second before letting her words play out loud. "Would you allow me to try something, Valdis? I would like to see if I can help with your lost memories."

Barely a pause ensues before Valdis lets out short exhale that sounds like a laugh. "It's not like I have much to lose at this point, do I?" It appears it was Valdis's turn to encourage a smile.

Lifting both her hands, Frigga extends her arms out towards Valdis. With no other warning, the queen cups Valdis's jaw gently. Before the young woman could react, a warm heat penetrates her skin and a faint, golden glow could be seen from under her eye. Valdis did nothing but stare questioningly at the woman before her. As quick as the touch was, Frigga withdrew her hands, sending a stare to her husband.

"Nothing," Odin remarks but with conviction in his tone.

Standing, Frigga speaks to Odin. "Seiðr did not work. Either a stronger force is baring all of us or she truly has no memory."

Valdis listens idly, knowing this is when her fate will be decided. She isn't sure where she would go or what she would do if the rulers before her were to cast her out. Maybe they would keep her locked away in the dungeons with criminals. Or maybe they'd send her somewhere else, somewhere less lavish than Asgard and cruel to oddities such as herself. No matter the case, Valdis only knows what has happened since she opened her eyes minutes ago, nothing more. She is not aware of any other realm, nor king, nor law. If Odin did not trust her, Valdis would have no fathomable idea what to do. The king must realize this, especially after what his queen just told him. Valdis still sticks out for hope, so much so that she feels as though she is pushing her pleas into the king and queen's minds.

"She has nowhere to go, Odin," Frigga continues, sending Valdis a small, tight-lipped smile before her eyes widen, quickly turning back to her husband. "Allow me to take her under my wing. Perhaps we can work to uncover her memories with time."

Odin takes a long look to his wife before focusing his attention back on Valdis, a hopeful look upon her face. It would not be the first time Frigga would become a mother to a child she did not conceive, but Odin cannot help but feel vastly more concerned this time around. No one knows who or what Valdis is, not even the girl herself, allegedly.

"She will be no trouble," Frigga insists. The queen glances over to Valdis. "Will she?"

Valdis was quick to shake her head. "No, of course not, my lady. I want to uncover the truth as much as you do."

The dungeons would be too dangerous for a woman like her and the cot she lies on will be needed eventually. Frigga is a powerful sorceress, one of the most talented the Aesir have ever come across, if not the best of them all. No one has deceived her yet, and this fact was set to stay for eternity. Such a creature as Valdis would not have the powers to break this record, but the preexisting confusion shrouding Odin's mind remains. Perhaps she can best his wife, or perhaps not. There would be rules to be made and there would be concern around Valdis's mystery, but what better sorceress to delve into the mysterious fallen entity?

Odin straightens his back as he turns from the yearnful eyes of Frigga, setting his stern gaze upon the girl in bed. Her eyes shone of the same buoyancy as Frigga. "You may not be safe here," Odin says, his voice steady and heavy with urgency. "Asgard is home to the best warriors, but that does not guarantee your safety. If you are running, they will find you eventually, and I will not risk my people if you show not to be as innocent as you seem."

Valdis nods. "I do not think anyone is after me, Allfather."

"But you do not know that for sure."

Valdis swallows. "Yes."

Odin lets out a long breath, sending his gaze to rest upon Frigga. His wife's stare is still set upon him with a plea, a loving care that Odin fell for millennia ago. There is no bone in Frigga's body that would allow her to turn away someone in need. It's what makes her a wonderful queen, a perfect soulmate to her sagacious husband. He knows that keeping the girl would possibly become a path for trouble. There will be others like Frigga who are interested in Valdis, but many may not have as innocent intentions.

With his chin poised, Odin turns to Valdis, taking several steps forwards until he is right beside the girl. For a moment, both Frigga and Vadis fear the worst. "You will temporarily live in the guests' wing and will be accompanied by a pair of guards everywhere you go. If your memory returns by the next moon, you shall have the option to leave. If you are still without your past, I would encourage you to stay."

It seemed as though the universe let out a sigh of relief as Odin spoke. From the corner of her eye, Valdis could spot Frigga wearing a gracious grin.

"However," Odin continued. "If there is any sign that you come with dark intentions or you do anything to harm this realm or the next, you will be imprisoned for the rest of eternity. Is this clear?"

There is no hesitation as Valdis nods her head. "Yes, Allfather."

"Good." With a simple wave of his hand, the two cuffs around Valdis's wrists unlock, the rounded pieces once rubbing against her skin now clicking backwards in on itself until the golden bands and chain disappear entirely.

"Come, Valdis," Frigga says, her hands holding out for the dark-haired girl to take. "We will head to your temporary quarters until a permanent one has been arranged." Holding her arms out, Frigga helps Valdis rise to her feet, her stature and built fully shown. She stands just a few inches shorter than the queen, but something about her shoulders and straight spine makes Frigga look small in comparison. Opposite to Valdis's meek disposition, the exterior of her shell is strong and battle-ready. This does not pass by Odin, his observant eye catching every movement made.

Frigga helps Valdis into a robe as Odin turns away. He eyes the armor on the table, as well as the bladed sword, staring in awe at the craftsmanship. If Odin had to make a guess, not even the skilled dwarves of Nidavellir could have fashioned such beautiful designs. In fact, the Allfather has never come across the kind in all his thousands of years. The designs are fluid yet sharp, demanding and large yet smooth and delicate, the points and edges telling all to beware while enticing enough to desire a closer look. The sword was no different, the steel and obsidian mashing together tastefully. Unlike any sword he has seen, the hilt extends out and up, several smaller blades pointed in the direction of an enemy. There was nothing but peril that radiates from the ensemble, and yet, Odin could not help but gape in admiration. How odd such a timid creature would be the owner of such an array of danger-exuding armor?

So many questions raised in Odin's mind at the examination, and it seemed as though more were raised with each day. In the nine days since her arrival, all one could do was question. The Allfather believes he is not the only one who finds himself in the realm of curiosity. No doubt there were others who were just as interested in the girl who fell from space, perhaps some having the answers Odin desperately craves. And some may just do anything to have Valdis Starborn.

"Valdis," Odin calls, shifting his eye from her armor to the two women taking their leave. Both look in his direction fluidly. Valdis stands with wide eyes, ready for what he may aim at her. As if she has been here before. "The way you arrived on Asgard is no ordinary occurrence. There are talks of you wielding a power strong enough to rip Yggdrasil apart, or worse. Many will want to meet you, and many will want to use you. Keep this in mind; it may save your life."

The girl who fell from the cosmos offers a single nod before allowing Frigga to escort her out of the room, leaving Odin to his thoughts. Undoubtedly, there would be more questions to be raised in the next few days, but perhaps Mimir's answer would be met. The vibrations of primordial fire and ice that created all seemed to have fashioned something not yet seen before and it was up to the Allfather to unravel questions into answers. A blessing, a curse, or something the universe was not ready for, all anyone could do now was wait.

Time will eventually give Odin his answers. However, part of him fears what those will be.

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Chapter 22: Deader is Better (Loki x OFC Pairing)

It was exactly one day before the greatest holiday of all time, and not just because I was the most powerful I'd ever be that year. The streets were packed with people, every parking lot was booked solid, every parking space even, residents were even renting out some of their spaces for pocket money. Loki and I helped out Zari with her little store in exchange for letting us crash at her place, Loki was both surprised and delighted by how accepting people were of him even after asking if he was who he was. I explained to him that while the country as a whole has a longass way before it can be completely progressive and welcoming, Salem, being one of the first historical places here that destroyed itself in fear and intolerance, was probably the first to turn that around. It went from burning, hanging, crushing, and torturing people that were considered different and therefore dangerous to welcoming the different and weird as one of their own. No one even cared he took over New York, what they saw was an alien army attacking the city and a god that brought a bunch of heroes together to stop them.

"If Asgard were still around, I wish it had a city like this, celebrating magic and welcoming the weird as you'd say," mused Loki.

"Isn't there a realm entirely like that? Where the Light Elves live?"

"Look at you, trying to learn my culture," he teased. "It was where my mother learned magic and passed it onto me, yes. But we didn't go there often enough for me to call it another home. Most of the time, if we went anywhere it was to beat the natives into submission thanks entirely to Thor."

"For all the advancements your people had on us, the technology, the magic, the fuckton more years in a lifespan, you're not that far off in some idealogies from us. Rarely does peaceful methods end a dispute between peoples. Oh sure, there's been tons of times we tried that, it rarely works in our favor though. Peaceful rallies or marches are usually ended with police brutality they claim is the right way even when they're throwing tear gas grenades at unarmed civilians, tazing random protesters they later claim as dangerous, or just blasting them with high pressured firemen hoses. It always ends badly, with injuries, false claims, and injustice. I'd seriously love to meet Odin just to tell him he ain't special."

Loki smiled at this and kissing the top of my head. "I shouldn't be proud of you despising him like I did, but I am anyway. I am glad you met my mother in some form though, I had a feeling she'd like you."

"She told me to trust you and that in doing so, you'd stay with me as no one else besides Thor if even that, has trusted you since you came here indefinitely. A lonely existence that is, everyone keeping you at arms length. I can understand that, outside of Salem, skin color alone is an excuse not to trust someone, people see someone that looks like they're past their expiration date like me and they go running. Hell, even hair color or skin ink can keep you from getting jobs here, we're still an extremely regressive country. Not worth saving anytime soon."

"Then why bother?"

"Because unfortunately I'm one of the idiots inhabiting it with no way to some place better."

"I asked Thor why he fought so hard to protect this speck of a planet once, don't recall him giving me a good answer but yours shall suffice, if nothing else, because you're part of it."

"Whoa, hold your eight legged horses, you really don't need to do that...at all. Just find a way out of here if we can't at least save this city, the Avengers can handle this planet and if they can't...well at least they tried right? We don't need to get involved when neither of us signed any kind of hero contract like they did."

"You sure?"

"I'm not just sure...I'm HIV positive."

"You'd have to be alive to contract that disease and I'm not quite sure it would transmit to something already dead."

I opened my mouth to retaliate but something else stayed my tongue for a moment, something felt wrong, unnatural even. "Listen...do you smell that?" I asked curiously. Loki didn't get a chance to answer as a great surge of necro-power struck me full force and I was sent flying back several feet away, breaking several trees of the park we were enjoying till then along the way before my back slammed against a particularly thick one and I stopped flying. A dull pain exploded from my chest mere inches from where the stone was protecting my important bits and cool black blood lightly dripped from my lips. I looked down at where the pain came from and blinked in surprise.

"Oh look I've been impaled," I mused before breaking off the branch sticking out of my body and stepped away from the tree behind me. I looked for the source of the power surge and glared as I spotted the culprit walking toward us.

"Are you hurt?" asked Loki warily.

"Just a flesh wound," I assured him, gathering power from behind into my arms and fists. "You might wanna sit this one out though."

"No no, let him try," the attacker taunted as he got closer to us.

"I knew I smelled something rotten in the wind," I muttered. "What is it this time? First the heart, now the brain rotting away, would make sense if it was you that sold us all out."

The man before us glowered at me then flashed rotting, blackened teeth, while for the most part he looked alive, he was essentially rotting from the inside out. "You aren't the only one with a stone organ, my head will remain just as much as your heart does till I rip that out of you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Lemme guess, one of your Hydra buddies was a brain surgeon or so he claims. They all think themselves doctors of something that organization, not one medical degree posted when I was with them though, kinda makes you wonder."

"They don't need doctors for corpses," he snapped.

"You sure you're not braindead? Cuz I'm sure coroners and morticians both require a medical degree to be licensed with the job."

"Have a few run-ins with those folks have you?" he sneered. "You know the best part about you was at the very least being a warm body at the end of the day, now you don't even have that."

I snorted at his attempt to insult me. "Oh hun, the best part of you ran down your mother's legs. You gonna bark all day, you little bitch, or are you gonna bite?"

He held his hands to his head and another ball of smoke and lightning came hurtling at us but this time it was aiming for Loki at breathtaking speed, he was essentially pulling an Azula on me thinking I'd either let Loki get hit or take it myself but I saw his Azula and raised him a Dumbledore, telling my guiding spirits to yank him away from the path of the ball as I wouldn't be fast enough to help myself. I waved my hand toward Loki and he was suddenly swept aside and away from the direct battle ahead. Loki scrambled to his feet, a dagger in each hand and returning to his battle armor swiftly, glancing at me in shock. I mouthed a sorry to him before focusing all my attention to the rotten necromancer in front of me.

"Targeting what's mine isn't your best move when you really don't need to give me more motives to decapitate you than you already have," I warned.

"I know he's your weakness though. I want to see just how weak he really makes you," he sneered. "If what doesn't kill you makes you strong, what about when you're already dead."

"You're well on your way to finding that out yourself, hun. I can help answer that for you though." I thrust out a hand and black lightning flew from my fingertips. My rival managed to shield some of it with his own magic but as he wasn't a demi god the impact of that much power still sent him flying back. I didn't wait for him to get up though as I charged at him with a ball of power around each fist.

He rolled away right before I could punch in his head and destroy the stone inside it and got to his feet as I stood up, charging at me as I straightened up so we were suddenly toe to toe trying to kill each other. For a solid few minutes it was just dodging and exchanging blows and balls of energy before he decided to get sneaky and tried to slash me with his ceremonial dagger hidden in his boot. I dodged it just enough to not actually cut me but it did do some damage to my hoodie which had me glaring at him as I loved my hoodies. From there, it was throwing either each other, balls of power, or punches at each other with him occasionally trying to throw power at Loki who quickly learned to keep an eye on his attacks as much as I was without interfering, this wasn't his fight anymore. The ground around us was starting to look barren and dead from the effects of our powers used against one another, the grass brittle and brown. We both paused for a moment, both battered and frustrated neither of us were getting the upper hand with what we were doing.

"Why won't you stay down?!" he demanded.

I scoffed. "What is dead can never die. What's your dilemma here? What did Hydra even offer you to make you switch sides?"

"A chance to be something greater than this, the other necromancer, to be a demigod."

"And how's that working out for you?" I asked in bemusement. "They aren't higher powers, they're hired powers, there's a difference. There's no cutting corners on that one, ask nicely or die trying. How did you know where to find me? On the plane?"

"I had a spook tail you, not all the spirits are on your side you know."

"The good ones are, the rest are usually locked or exorcised so kudos on finding one of the select few willing to help a brother out."

He narrowed his eyes at me, collecting powers as he did. "If I'm not given what I want, then I'll have to take it myself just like I did with the other necromancers that went against me."

"And that's why no matter where that stone is surgically implanted in you, you will never be one of us, going against your own kind for something you'll never get." I lowered one hand to the ground and reached into the earth with just death magic alone, calling for something very specific as I waited for him to make the first move this time. "Especially not from me."

"And what makes you so special?" he demanded.

"Come here and find out." He lunged forward, taking the bait and I dropped to one knee at the last second, dodging his power-fist at the same time a rotted hand burst from the ground with my own dagger I snatched up and sliced into my enemy's rotted guts. He stumbled back, his free hand going to his stomach as he was weakened but not done for, the stone keeping him barely alive inside him. "Almost seems pointless since you're already decaying inside."

He looked at the wound I gave him from my dagger and glared at me as it was already speeding up the process. "You little cunt."

"Let me guess, you're gonna kill me, right? Join the line of people with empty threats they never finish."

Black lightning danced around his head and down to his body, staving off the spreading death from reaching his neck but not healing the blade wound either. "Should I rip out your soul first or your stone?"

"You say that like you've actually gotten the upper hand in this fight but who here has the unhealed wound and who here has survived worse?" I retorted.

He sneered at me with his rotten teeth and lunged forward once more but being the slimy little bastard he was, pulled his dagger apart so there were actually two identical ones and threw one at my leg while making a bee line around me with the other dagger at Loki. I gritted my teeth as the dagger hit its mark in my thigh and not wasting time even to take it out of me, threw a power ball at him from behind so he couldn't dodge it and sent him off his course to my lover. I then took out the dagger in my leg and limped over to the bastard despite the agony burning through the entire limb. I didn't wait for him to get up and kicked him hard in the head right where I guessed the stone was before aiming for the wound I gave him with my blade. "Silly asshat, kicks are for ribs." His snapped under my leather boots. He tried to throw the other knife he still had at Loki but I caught it this time and dissolved the twin dagger like I did the one in my leg. I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up, and slamming into another park tree while holding him in place.

"You really wanna know why you can't kill me after all this time?" I challenged.

"You don't scare me, Nell," he choked out.

I recalled what the Wiccan seer had told me and let go of everything holding me back. "I can fix that. You can't kill a Horsemen." A different kind of power rippled throughout my body, not necromancy, but something stronger, eternal and deadly and incomparable. The entire arm and hand holding him up was skeletal as was half my face and that's when fear started to leak into his. He fought and wiggled in my grasp, trying to pry my bones off his neck but my finger bones just dug in deeper while he kicked at me. I raised my free hand, also all bones, and went for his head, aiming for the stone still managing to keep him alive when his throat was slowly being punctured and torn. And then the world seemed to pause, everything went silent and still, everything was frozen even including most of me as I couldn't seem to reach the stone in his head but was poised to grab it out of his forehead. And then something else happened, something that only happened to me when something very specific was coming. I got what Peter Parker would call the "the Peter tingle" and chills ran up and down my body despite the whole lack of nerves and feelings thing I had being a skeleton.

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