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tinythebunni · 1 year

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Druig x innocent reader

Such a Dumb Little Thing

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Druig is not a good man. Sure, he’s an immortal eternal, but by no means was he a hero. Hero’s are good people, hero’s only ever have good intentions. Hero’s do no wrong. But he’s saved people, he’ll be saved the planet! But what he planned on doing to you, that made him lose all hero points.

Druig first saw you 2 years after the emergence. After he rebuilt his village, he decided to move to Queens. He had some friends there after all.

Once he arrived at the Avengers Tower and had a brain cell splitting conversation with Loki’s oaf of a brother Thor, he went to the library to find him.

Once he saw his old friend, he stood in the doorway waiting for him to notice his presence. But you can’t exactly scare the God of Tricks, now can you?

“You seem as brooding as ever.” Loki said with mirth in his voice.

“And you seem as depressed as ever. How’s the daddy issues?”

“How’s the fake God?”

Eventually, neither one of them could keep it together. As soon as their eyes connected they burst out laughing. They gave each other a side hug and reconnected.

Druig is in the living room now, listening to Loki hum an Asgardian hymn. Druig was listening as he read The Odyssey. He was half way done when the elevators opened up, with two teens stepping out.

One, being Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man. The arachnid avenger. The second, being unknown to Druig. But he wanted to change that. This one drew him in.

She was tall, most likely above 5’7. Soft locks flowing down to her breasts, wavy and beautiful. Her eyes, a beautiful dark brown. But her clothing, a beautiful indicator of her innocence.

This angel in front of him, this goddess, was wearing a pink milkmaid dress. Her tits practically flowing out the top. The dress just barely covered her ass, falling down to mid thigh. She had on knee high socks with a light pink bow in the middle, and Mary Janes to cover her feet.

She was a wet dream. With her hair in pigtails and adorned in bows, she looked ready for him to take her. And yeah he meant fuck when he said “take her” but he also meant literally take. He planned on kidnapping her.

In his mind, it wasn’t exactly kidnapping. It was relieving her of her duties. She’d be his pretty little housewife. His own personal cum dump. She’d walk around in that dress or only an apron and knee socks. His pretty house wife.

“Oh, hi mister Loki! This is Y/N, she’s my friend from science!” Peter said.

It seemed Druig hadn’t been noticed yet. But you noticed him. You were staring, quite hard to be honest. His leather jacket made him seem all the more attractive.

“H-Hello! I’m Y/N, but you already knew that. Peter just introduced me, I’m sorry that was dumb.”

She’s cute. Quite adorable actually.

“Hello Bunny. Pleasure to meet you.” Had you not been standing, you would’ve clenched your legs together. A way to relive the ache between your thighs.

You’d let him use you if it meant he’d kiss you. You barley knew the man but you’d made up your mind.

“I, um, oh my god. I-It’s a pleasure to meet you too! What’s your name?” You asked as you sat next to him on the couch. Peter would’ve taken a picture if he had his camera on him.

You, dressed in pink and white, cheeks aflame and thighs clenched. Next to this Eternal, dressed in all black, brooding and a dark demeanor to him. Truly comical.

“I’m Druig. I’m a friend of Loki’s.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you! Loki’s really nice to me, so any friend of his is a friend of mine!”

“Oh bunny, I don’t wanna be your friend.” Druig said with a smirk. Loki and Peter took this as a cue to leave, you two looked five seconds from fucking.

With teary eyes you asked, “you don’t?”

“Oh no bunny. I wanna be more than that. I wanna do some things that friends that don’t do with each other.” And with that, he walked to the guest room

It’s been a week. You’ve come over to the tower every day since you met Druig. Everyday it was a game of cat and mouse. He’d stare and you’d blush and never look. Too scared to even try. But tonight was different.

Peter invited you to have a sleepover and you gladly accepted. You guys watched Star Wars (Peter’s choice) and Barbie (your choice).

It’s 2am now. Peter’s sleep, has been for a while. You on the other hand, haven’t fallen asleep yet. You’re horny (all Druig’s fault) and hungry. A bad combination.

Walking out to the kitchen, you grab an apple and sit on the counter. While scrolling on your phone, you hear foot steps walking towards you. You don’t look up, half expecting it to be Peter.

“Didn’t think you’d wake up before New Years. Surprise surprise.”

“Ooh, you’ve got a slick tongue, now don’t ya.” You look up at the voice of the man who’d been plaguing your thoughts.

“I know a few tricks with my tongue too.” He says with a smile. Two can play at that game.

“Proof?”

“Oh my god! mmm nghhhh! Please Druig please!” You’re on his bed now, completely naked, while he’s still fully covered. Leather jacket on and everything.

Suddenly he stops. Removes his fingers from your puffy cunt, tongue from your clit, and head from in between your thighs.

You whine in protest, writhing and whimpering with need. You open your mouth to speak, but Druig beats you to it.

“Call me Daddy.”

You nod your head and beg him to continue. He lays his right hand on your abdomen to keep you from arching up. The thumb on his left hand finds your clit and runs figure eights. He just seems to be doing everything right.

You get close in seconds, it’s your first time even being touched like this. You’ve never even touched yourself before! You’ve never masturbated! (Your slick coating Mr.Carl the bear begs to differ.)

He can tell your close, he gets impossibly faster with his thrusts. Your a moaning mess underneath his hands, turning into putty for him to use.

The bed is moving too much for it to be just from him fingering you. You sit up just a little bit to look down and confirm your suspicions. Druig is jumping the corner of the bed. Hot.

The sight of Druig grinding against the bed sets you over the edge. You cum all over his hand, your slick covering his fingers, wrist, and forearm.

“Mhmm, virgins get wet so easily. Can’t wait to feel your soaking pussy wrapped around my cock.”

You thought he’d stop already. You’d already came, that much was evident, so why was he still pumping his fingers in and out of you?

“Mmm, dr-daddy it’s too much!”

“Be quiet or I’ll shut you up myself.” Don’t gotta tell you twice.

You muffle your whimpers with the palm of your hand, the other one finding the bed sheets to ground yourself. You were feeling floaty already.

Druig making you call him daddy, the overstimulation of him fingering you, and the tears slowly running down your cheeks was too much.

You slipped your thumb into your mouth, a coping mechanism you used when overwhelmed. Usually when you do this you’re stressed because of a test, not because you’re being fingered by an absolute God.

“Such a dumb bunny, I beg there’s not a single thought in your head right now that ain’t about me” Druig smiled. Keeping his eyes on you, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He planned on making you cum 4 times tonight. One orgasm for each time you made him hard that day.

You could feel him deep inside you, his tongue claiming you all over again. You squirmed as you found yourself getting close to the edge again. And Druig new this too.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum, look away, and I’ll stop and leaving you begging me to cum.” You nodded in submission and listened.

Once you found yourself about to cum, you looked at Druig with begging eyes. You looked so pathetic right now, it made him chuckle. The vibrations from his laughter sent you over the edge. Your eyes almost rolled back, but Druig smacked your thigh before they could.

While Druig helped you ride out your orgasm, you made eye contact the entire time. Once your high was over, you were left panting and staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh baby, we aren’t even close to done yet.”

#druig imagine #druig #druig oneshot #druig smut #druig x female reader #druig blurb #druig x reader #druig eternals

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thedevilyk · 2 years

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worst fear

druig x mortal!gn!reader

angst. just pure angst.

possible triggers: mentions of violence and injury but nothing over the top. character death.

a/n: i hate this sm, i started at 1am and just got around to finishing it now

word count: 560

fears.

everyone had them. they were a part of life. just like living, and just like dying.

but you didn’t think you’d have to go through your worst fear, alone. oh no, you pictured it completely different. never having to face your fear because at that very moment it felt impossible to reach..

but here you were. tossed to the side with a large gash on your abdomen, just missing your heart. while you were close with the famous eternals, you yourself was in fact a human. and therefore not immortal.

your hand was pressed as firmly as it could get to stop the bleeding coming from the severe wound. you couldn’t say anything. it hurt too much.

but you could watch. and somehow watching hurt even more then speaking.

all focus was on makkari, who had a few scratches at most, nothing ajak couldn’t heal. but you, you were a completely different story.

your vision began to get blurry but you couldn’t look away from the fact that the love of your life, was there attending and checking in on makkari. in any other circumstances you wouldn’t have cared. but she was going to be fine. everyone knew that.

the thing was, you weren’t so sure you were going to be.

everything was going hazy, your mind, your vision and your hearing. but even with your senses deemed useless, you could still feel the tears gathering on your waterline. threatening to spill over at any coming moment. there was druig crouched down in front of makkari with one of his hands cradling the back of her head and concern visible in his eyes.

the dark haired woman reached her free hand up to cup the side of his face delicately. she wasn’t going to die. but you, you weren’t so sure.

blood was oozing from the gash wound in your side and your back was aching. after one of the deviants impaled you it also threw you into a tree, your back hit the trunk rather roughly causing you to go immobilized. you couldn’t feel your legs but could most definitely feel the deep wound.

it was faint but you heard someone speak up.

“…a…we’re….. ssing….. some….body”

the voice was unclear and you couldn’t tell who had said it but it sounded much more feminine.

sersi?

maybe.

sprite?

probably not.

thena?

more than likely.

a gasp suddenly passed by the lips of the light haired woman who spoke and almost immediately your friend, your closest friend, was at your side and pulling you up to her chest. she was hugging you close to her, making sure you had a pulse. which you did but it was weak, almost nonexistent.

there was no hope in saving you now. you had already lost too much blood. thena understood that.

but by the time the others had noticed your condition it was far too late. you couldn’t feel anything from your waist down. you could barely hear, wouldn’t classify what you could see as actual sight because everything just looked like squiggly lines.

your whole body went cold. the last thing you could actually hear was the faint calling of your name. your vision got even more blurry then faded out to black. your pulse weakening, soon being rendered as non-existent.

and that was it.

your worst fear had came to life.

#fanfic #gender neutral y/n #x reader #angst #marvel #druig x reader #eternals #oneshot #this took me ages #on the verge of tears #will probably add more later #barry keoghan

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galatially · 2 years

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I see you’re taking requests. Number 73: "You've never let me down." looks good for maybe a little something angsty with Druig 👀

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐠 x 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 3K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — strong language, so much angst y'all and I'm not sorry about it lol, fluff, brooding!Druig

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this took me entirely too long to finish but we got there in the end 😂😂

One thousand six-hundred fifty two years, sixty-four days, four hours, and fifty-nine minutes.

The approximate number of years you’ve been alive. A birthday of sorts since you’d stopped celebrating your actual birthday too many years prior to remember. It’s one of the things you loved about migrating from city to city; you could fudge that little detail for each new person you came across. What harm would it do for you to celebrate different days with people you’d never see again?

Then, one morning you woke up. You realized that you’d been spending the last fifty-two years ignoring your solitude. Cities blurred together for you, faces fading as you regarded them. If you were honest, half the fun of pretending was changing location every year or two. The other half was forgetting yourself in the warmth of strangers.

You blew out a breath and grabbed your phone from your nightstand; half past seven. You groaned and pushed yourself out of your bed.

Time to start the day.

You quickly padded down your freezing hallway (winters in the Midwest never got easier, no matter how long in between years you’d try to live there) and ducked into your bathroom. You turned on your speaker, playing your favorite song as of late: a smooth R&B track that reminded you of your days attending a church in Michigan about fifty years back, soulful and gut-wrenching in its beauty.

As you were finishing putting on your moisturizer, your phone started ringing,

“Hello?”

“I need you to come get your boyfriend.” The voice was pleading. “He’s been teaching my son the words 'existential dread' and all I want to do is watch The Nanny with my husband in peace.”

You chuckled. “Good morning to you, too, Phastos.”

“Y/N, you’re my best friend and I love you dearly. Druig is…kind of my brother? Anyway, I don’t know what’s wrong with him right now but I don’t need my seven-year-old quoting him.”

“I don’t know, either, Phastos. I haven’t spoken to him in years.” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Last I heard, he was with Kingo in L.A.”

“He got here late last night. When I asked him about staying with you, he gave me this look and went to the spare room. Finally came down an hour ago, lamenting about how he’s useless or something.”

“Give me half an hour. I’ll be there.”

“Auntie Y/N!”

You half-knelt and outstretched your arms to the little boy. “Jack, my sweet boy!”

He vaulted into your arms, giggling as you pressed kisses to both of his cheeks.

“Look at how big you’ve gotten, bubba! You’re almost as tall as I am!”

“Y/N, lovely to see you,” a calm voice said.

You were always taken aback by her severe beauty, the kind that took the breath from your lungs when her gaze locked with yours. This was the warrior woman that inspired so many myths and legends. This was the fearsome warrior goddess that fought valiantly for thousands of years. This was your on and off lover’s elder sister.

“It’s nice to see you, too, Thena.” You rose to your feet and walked into her open arms. “You look good.”

“I’m feeling…better, in some ways. Bad in others.” She raised a brow. “You’re here for Druig, yes?”

You chuckled. “I’m here to check on him for Phastos, yes.”

“For Phastos? Interesting.”

Even in the last twenty years of you knowing the Eternals, you could never quite get a read on Thena. When her Mahd Wy’ry symptoms weren’t making her incoherent, she spoke mostly in riddles with you. Perceptive smiles, knowing glances. You liked to think that it was her that told Ajak about you and Druig’s kiss all those years ago, igniting the rumors that his family had already been spreading amongst themselves.

“He called this morning, told me what was happening with Druig.”

“He’s been quite the brood.” She looked to Jack with a smile on her lips. “Isn’t that right, Jack?”

“He’s been in the backyard chopping wood all morning,” your godson answered. “I think he’s sad.”

Your features fell some and you didn’t have to look at Thena to know that she noticed. Of course she did. You knelt down to Jack’s level, your hands cupping his cheeks. “Then I guess I’ll just have to go see what’s up, huh, bubba?” You kissed the top of his head. “Why do you and Auntie Thena go see your dads, okay? I’ll catch up later. “

“Come, Jack,” Thena held out a hand to the boy, “let’s go see what your parents are watching today.”

Jack gave you a kiss on the cheek and took hold of Thena’s hand. She gave you one last smile before disappearing into the house.

You sighed and rose to your feet, unease twisting in your gut. How long had it been since you last saw Druig? Ten, fifteen years? He disappeared after an especially heated night between you two that left you both in each other’s arms as the rain pattered against your bedroom window.

For a second, you wanted to run. Drive back home and pretend you’d never been called here. What was the point? Druig had had more than enough time, more than enough opportunities, to reach out and he didn’t. Anytime you’d go to call, fear seized in your throat and you’d put the phone down. If you two couldn’t even keep up basic communication, then what would you being here mean?

Before you could even settle on a decision, your feet had carried you around the back of the house. You heard the heavy thwack of metal hitting wood before you were met with Druig’s muscular back. If this were a different time, you’d throw a flirty comment his way or you’d rest your chin in the curve of his shoulder and kiss the spot below his ear, smiling at the shudder he’d give.

“Druig.��

He looked over his shoulder at you, his blue eyes giving you a quick glance over before going back to his task.

“Phastos called,” you continued, walking to his left side. “Said that you were being melancholic and converting his son to depressive angst.”

“‘M fine.” He raised the ax over his head. “I’ll tell Phastos to quit worryin’.”

“You won’t even look at me?” You shoved your hands in your pockets. “After all of this time, you can’t look me in the eyes?”

Druig spun to face you, the axe lowered to his side. “There. Satisfied?”

You let out a scoff. “You know what? I don’t even know why I’m doing this.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll go tell Phastos myself that you’re fine. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.” You started walking away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears lining your eyes. He didn’t call after you.

Why would he?

“Phastos, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

You closed your front door with the heel of your foot and put your keys in the bowl on the console beside your front door, your mind still on Druig and his lack of engagement with you.

“If it makes you feel any better, Druig’s been holed up in the spare room since you left.”

“Alas, that does not make me feel any better,” you said, chuckling. “In fact, it worries me more.” You toed off your shoes, cradling your phone between shoulder and your cheek. “I don’t like knowing that he’s choosing to be alone rather than talking to anyone.”

“I don’t know about him but it’s been hard since that battle with Arimesh. We’ve all been trying to keep in better contact but, for some of us, things won’t ever be the same. Ben and I took Jack and moved into Ajak’s old place with Thena who is strangely a good babysitter given her condition. Sersi and Sprite are back in London trying to figure out what happened to her boyfriend, Dane. Makkari’s traipsing the galaxy looking for other Eternals.”

“Kingo’s making another movie,” you added.

“What I’m saying is that I don’t know if Druig has ever felt comfortable unburdening himself outside of heightened situations.,” Phastos continued, “The last time I’ve ever seen him get even the slightest bit incensed was in Spain all those years ago. The last time any of us saw each other until now.”

You let out a bitter chuckle. “So you’re saying I have to wait another half millennia until he speaks to me?”

“I’m sure he’ll come around, Y/N. Just give him space, I guess.”

“Don’t worry, he won’t be hearing from me anytime soon.” You rid yourself of your coat and start towards your kitchen. “I’m taking a trip.”

“A trip? Where?”

“I’m thinking New York, upper Manhattan. I have a friend there.”

“You’ll come visit before you leave again, won’t you?” You heard Phastos clear his throat. “Makkari’s coming home soon and I know she’d love to see you. Sersi, too.”

You smiled. “Invite everyone and give me a proper sendoff, Phastos. I’ll love it.”

“You better! Ben’s upset he missed you earlier.”

“I will!” A noise echoed from the hallway. “Hey, Phastos, kiss the boys for me and give Thena my love, okay? I’ve got to go.” You hung up, grabbing a knife from the block and looked towards your room. Your heart wracked against your chest, roaring in your ears. The rustling got louder, loud thumps and heavy footfalls, as you tightened your hand around the handle of the knife. You took a sobering breath and started down the hall. Your bedroom door flew open and you launched yourself forward, knife held high.

Strong hands gripped your wrists, forcing the weapon from your hand. You winced and let out a yelp as you were shoved into the wall with blue eyes staring back into yours.

“Calm down. It’s just me.”

Your vision focused and you let out a choked huff. The last time you were this close to each other, his hands touched parts of your body so sensually and so consumingly that even to this day, you can still feel the drag and pull of his callused hands. His breath fanned against your face and his touch scorched your skin the longer he held onto your wrists.

“Druig? What the hell are you doing here!”

“I came to see you. Obviously.”

You were hot all over again, suddenly small and nervous under his gaze. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected you. “You saw me earlier and couldn’t bother to even look at me.”

“That was a…mistake,” he said, his head hung low. “Phastos told me that you were comin’ but I didn’t believe him. We’ve haven’t seen each other in, what, ten years?”

“Fifteen,” you said, your voice hard.

Druig frowned. “What?”

“I was in front of you fifteen years ago; you fucked me in a shitty motel room and disappeared the next morning.”

He winced like he’d been struck. “‘M sorry.”

“It’s fine. It was a long time ago.” You moved out of his grip and wrapped your arms around yourself. “I heard about Ajak. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Ikaris is lucky that Sersi’s more forgivin' than I am. I’d have launched him into the sun myself.” The corner if his mouth lifted. “You look good, Y/N. Really good.”

Your face warmed. “I haven’t changed all that much, Druig. Still the same girl you met in the seventies.”

His brows creased and he blew out a breath, “I wanted to do this differently. Say things better.”

“Say what? Why you left me that night? Why you stayed away for so long? Phastos told me that you’ve barely visited any of your family since what happened with the Deviants.”

“I’ve been trying to find you,” Druig confessed huskily.

Your eyes widened. “Me? Why?”

“Because I was an asshole that night. I —” He ran a hand through his auburn locks. “You know you’re the first person that’s ever held me? Not given me a short hug or a weak hand hold, but held me close with your chest against my back, your hands locked in against my stomach? You held me with a tenderness I’ve never felt before. Like I’d disappear if you opened your eyes too soon.”

“I told you that I loved you, Druig! Do you know how hard that was for me?”

“You don’t love me. You can’t.”

You frowned, your chest burning with simmering rage. “Who are you to tell me that? You left! I didn’t get a note or a phone call for fifteen years!” You let out a small sob. “The first six months I decided that it had to be me. That the five years of us dancing around each other was bound to end the day that we stopped. After the first year, I kept busy. Moved around for three months at a time, hopped from job to job.” You cut your gaze to his. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you didn’t even spare me a thought, huh?”

“I’ve thought about you every day, Y/N.” He shook his head. “You don’t think I’ve been hatin’ myself ever since I left you that night? Of course! That I haven’t wished that I wasn’t much a fuckin’ coward and told you how I felt? Of course!”

“Bullshit!”

His mouth slanted over yours in a heated kiss that took the breath from your lungs.

Your back hit the wall, a breathy squeal leaving your lips. In the very corner of your mind, the memory of your last night with Druig played; the fevered touches, your body against his.

“Y/N…” His voice was rough.

You nodded in silent agreement as you took hold of his jacket collar and pulled him into your bedroom.

To your surprise, Druig didn’t disappear.

As you lie in each other’s arms, a tense silence bubbled around you. Neither of you wanted to speak first for fear of shattering the false promise of whatever it is you were right now.

“I’ve missed this,” he said, running the backs of his fingers along your forearm.

You didn’t answer, focusing on the pad of your pointer finger circling against his bare breast.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You frowned and looked up at him. “For what?”

“I wanted to stay that night. I wanted to wake up next to you and get breakfast and completely lose myself in you.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone before.”

You heard the faraway lilt to his voice and Christ, did it make your chest ache. It took everything you had not to wrap him into your arms, his mouth against the column of your neck like the missing piece of a puzzle. Instead you waited for him to gather his thoughts, skimming the tip of your nose along his collarbone.

“And then I remembered who I was, what being with me could mean for you, and I left. I left and told myself that it was for the best and I let you down, Y/N, and I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean ‘let me down’?”

Druig stiffened.

You let out an angry scoff. “You showed up here, Druig. You. You tell me you want to talk and all you’ve done is just speak in riddles! What are you trying to say!”

Druig pulled you further into his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head. “I’m over seven thousand years old, Y/N. I fight genetically-modified beings to keep the universe’s balance. I can manipulate the minds of whomever I choose. And even with all of those things, I couldn’t do the one thing I want more than anything.”

“What?” Your voice is airy.

“Loving you,” tears brimmed along his eyes, “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known and I let you down by hurting you.”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t. You’ve never let me down.”

“Unlikely.”

You pushed yourself up on one arm and leveled your gaze with his. “You’ve hurt my feelings. Maybe even bruised my ego some. But you have never let me down in any way, Druig. Do you think that I’d drop everything to come to you if you let me down?”

“You’re a good person, Y/N.”

“Good people can still get hurt, Druig, you know that. I remember you telling me once that humanity broke your heart. Have let you down time and time again. Why do you still protect them?” He raised a brow. “Because you love them. You love their greed, their hubris, their compassion.” You chuckled. “It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

“You love me?”

You cupped his cheek with your free hand. “Until I finally die, unfortunately.”

He smiled against your palm. “If I tell you the same, would you believe me?”

“I think you’ll have to convince me.” You smiled at his confused expression. “Make me breakfast and we’ll see how I feel.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i used to do end notes on w*ttp*d back in the day to add my unsolicited commentary on my stories and i kind of want to do it here??? let me know if that's too much lol

lovely dividers by @firefly-graphics

#ask me anything ♡♡♡#message received 💌#order received 📦#jessica ♛#galatially #druig #druig x black!reader #druig x immortal!black!reader #druig x you #druig oneshot #druig fic #ask

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tokkiotears · 2 years

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perfectly busy

note: rich bitch druig>> ,, also possessive druig>>

pairing: druig x (f)immortal!reader

summary: while waiting for your husband to arrive, a man just won't let you be and druig gets to flex a lil

warnings: not proofread, annoying men, druig in a button-up with the sleeves rolled up 😩

wc: 1k

Eternal life can get a little boring. If you aren’t taking up a hyperactive profession like Kingo, you end up with a lot of free time.

This dilemma is exactly what led you and Druig to get involved in some gambling situations that were a little bit shady, to say the least. Though there really wasn’t much risk as you were very well off, and if you somehow weren’t - you had a husband whose specialty was mind control. Tonight, the occasion was the evening races.

Though it wasn’t your favorite, it was still enjoyable - especially because of the extensive selection of food and drinks. It had been decided that you’d meet Druig there because he had a surprise that he wanted to prepare for you. That was what ended you up in the VIP cocktail lounge alone, practically surrounded by a pack of Fortune 500 heirs looking for a sweet treat.

Which is most definitely what you were. You were definitely looking forward to when he showed up because these men couldn’t seem to have the courtesy to act like they weren’t looking. You wore a gorgeous slip gown, a black draping cut of satin that stopped just above your knee; The thin straps trailed down to the “back” of the dress (if you could call it that). The way the satin fell, the majority of your back was exposed, being tickled by stray hairs that betrayed your updo.

Absentmindedly, you sipped on your cocktail from a straw as you watched the introductions of tonight’s lineup on the TV.

“Hey sugar,” A man approaches you, claiming the stool next to yours. You only spare a second-long glance at the man. He’s the epitome of a trust fund kid, given a little too much status that was never put to good use. It's just so easy to see. As the bartender passes, you raise your finger - asking for another round.

“You busy tonight?” He leans his broad figure closer to you.

“No thank you.” You say, pulling your newly refilled drink closer and putting your straw into it. Turning to the TV, you narrow down who you want to put your bets on.

“You’re not busy tonight?” He chuckles, “Well that’s good to hear. Why don’t you come join us at our table?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the man. Druig come quick, you think. You can hear the man order a pair of drinks before he continues bothering you.

“It's okay hon, you don’t have to play hard to get. Think about my offer,” He slides the drink into your peripheral vision.

As soon as he’s gone, you make eye contact with the bartender. You motion at the drink and push it towards him. He nods at you and goes back to polishing.

Thankfully, a bit of time passes and you haven’t been harassed. You had moved onto nibbling on some chopped fruits and berries.

The familiar feel of those unusually soft fingers spread across your bare back. Druig presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, “Hello, darling.”

“Hey, stranger.” You murmur, turning to meet his gaze. He is dressed so devilishly handsome in his dress pants and button-up. The sleeves were folded up to his elbows, showing off his toned forearms. From behind him, you can see the man from earlier approaching. Druig can see the irritation in your features and turns to see what you were looking so disgusted at.

“Hey man,” The man approached your husband, “Hate to kill your party, but she’s with me.”

Druig’s blue eyes spark with mischief. He raises his brows at you, pretending to be surprised, “Is she now? She didn’t tell me that.”

“No problem mate, she’s a quiet one if you haven’t noticed,” The man was very good at acting nonchalant, you’d give him that.

“Ah, I see,” Druig nodded, but still his hand rested on your back. An amused smile had begun creeping onto his lips, “I think if she was with you, then maybe she wouldn’t have been alone here at the bar. Don’t ya think, mate?”

Druig was mocking the man now. He leaned forward using his opposite arm to lean onto the bar, but more so create a barrier between the man and you. The man's face grew red and then he spotted Druig’s golden wedding band, “What would your wife think of you, man?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting a smile.

“Oh, you know what? Let’s ask her,” The man’s face contorted. Druig turned to you, “Darling, what do you think of me?”

“Wha-“ The man began. You lifted your arm that was earlier out of sight, inspecting your nails for dirt that was never there. Oh, but there was your ring. A relatively massive diamond that sparkled brightly.

“I think the world of you, baby,” You smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. Druig turns to the man, clapping him on the shoulder. The embarrassment was engraved into the man’s features.

“Better luck next time mate.”

The man stumbled away, not looking back once. Druig held your hand steady as you stepped down from the stool, just to pull you against him. His plush lips press a kiss to your temple, “I really can’t leave you alone can I?”

“It’s endless,” You laugh, resting your hand on his shoulder blade. You can feel his muscles flex under the fabric, causing you to pull your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Besides, I think I prefer being by your side.”

Druig smirks at you, using his other hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently brushing his finger over the earrings he had bought you. “I’m not really complete without you by my side, am I?”

You shake your head, smiling smugly. “Not at all.”

“Well, come on then, let’s go get into some trouble,” He grins, pulling your hand up to his face. Your husband holds your gaze, giving your knuckles a kiss and shooting you a wink.

This man was going to be the death of you.

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astriddelize · 2 years

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Knight In Shining Jacket | Druig

Pairing: Druig x Reader

Summary: A coffee run comes with an unexpected altercation.

Warining(s): Fluff?

Word count: 673

A/N: I finally got around to watching Eternals and when I tell you, I fell in love with this man. As always the gif is not mine and all spelling and grammar mistakes are my own.

Masterlist

He’s uninterested in watching human development and inedible betrayal.

7,000 years of immortality have taught him that much.

And yet, he can’t help but find himself back in the tiny coffee shop on the secluded side of town.

The shop itself is nothing special. With dim lights that force him to squint whenever he tries to read the menu and obnoxiously loud music that gives him headaches, he often wonders how it manages to stay in business.

Still, he finds himself in the ridiculously long line, foot tapping impatiently against the wooden flooring.

The line moves at a slow pace, with customers having a hard time selecting a drink and others trying so obviously to hit on the baristas. And he has to practically choke back the vile rising from his throat.

It’s pathetic really.

“So what would a twenty-dollar tip get me?” The man in front of him states, leaning his body against the counter.

He watches your demeanor change, your arms crossing against your chest, an obvious sign of discomfort.

“I mean, it has to get me something don’t you think?" He shifts his weight to give you a once-over.

"After all, I’m a regular here, and I’m pretty sure it’s my money that’s feeding that pretty little mouth of yours.”

The statement makes his blood boil. He has never been fond of those with an imbalance of power trying to belittle others.

The guy is an A1 asshole and telling by the look on your face, he is certain that you are tired of his tactics. Ignoring his thoughts which urge him to not interfere, he speaks up.

“Just leave the tip and move.”

The statement comes out harsher than he meant for it to and judging by the silence that follows, he is certain that all the attention has shifted to him.

Nearly regretting his actions, he debates altering everyone's memory and going on with his day. The relieved smile you flash at him, however, makes him reconsider the latter.

The motion doesn’t go unnoticed by the asshole in front of him who has been trying to come up with a snarky retort. And so, he finds himself face to face with the guy, a scowl prominent on his face.

“What’s your problem?” The man practically growls, taking a fistful of Druig’s jacket and he can’t help but scoff. The guy is about a foot shorter than him and although he appears to be much more built, Druig is well aware that he has the upper hand.

“You are.” He replies coolly, watching as the guy’s eyes turn a golden color.

“So why don’t you go ahead and give this nice lady an apology.” He continues, motioning towards your figure.

Quickly letting go of him, the man nods. Reaching into his pocket, he watches as he empties the contents of his wallet into the tip jar before hastily leaving the shop.

Taking the man’s place, Druig wastes no time and orders a black coffee. Making sure to avoid your gaze, he pretends to stare at the menu that he has long since memorized.

It’s only when you call out his order that he encounters your gaze, blushing when your fingers grace his upon handing him his drink.

Handing you his money, he turns to leave, your voice stopping him.

“Hey, umm... I don’t know what you did to that guy back there, but thank you.”

You give him a sincere smile and for the first time in decades, he’s speechless.

Offering you a nod in response, he continues his way towards the door, halting momentarily as you give him a final holler.

“I guess I'll see you tomorrow!” You wave at him, before turning your attention back to the long line in front of you.

Smiling sheepishly, he walks out of the shop and onto the cool street.

Maybe the shitty coffee was worth it after all. And upon noticing the scribbled number on the side of his cup, he’s certain he’ll find his way back there again.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 2 years

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Love In The Night

Druig x (f)eternal reader

Summery: You can’t seem to stop yourself when a night of fun with Druig presents itself one starry evening. However the events of the next morning at breakfast with some of your fellow Eternal’s becomes quite the time.

Warning: oh lord we got some hella smut, fluff yes, reader dealing with her immortal idiot friends

Masterlist

He gives you a look and you know. You understand exactly what that means from across the fireplace. Through those flames of orange and red and yellow does his eyes of bright blue speak volumes without his lips even parting for a second. You can't even hear the voice of Kingo and Gilgamesh as they retell their story of yesterday's battles.

You hear nothing. You see no one else but the man you love seated across from you. Druig feels it too, the exact same feelings flowing through your body....he hadn't even realized Kingo was telling a story. All he cares to focus on is your beautiful face that looks right at him like he means all and everything to you. He knows he does which sends a thrill through him when you gift him a soft smile.

He wants you now. You can see it in his eyes again, they flash with love and lust.

Kingo claps his hands together, drawing your attention away from Druig as he shoots a blast of energy towards the night sky. Civilians of Rome oooh and awe at the tale of his strike against a Deviant. Your eyes glance at Druig who's gaze is set to the excited face of Kingo. You turn to the others and yawn, giving a little stretch before muttering, "See you all tomorrow, I think I’m going to bed."

Kingo stops, "But I was getting to the best part." He whines as you stand and shrug.

"I was there."

"I know....but still."

You smile and take a step out of the circle of Eternals and Roman villagers alike, "Goodnight."

They all speak their words of goodbyes and goodnights as you exit the area of people engrossed in Kingo's side of the story. When you turn a corner does your adrenaline surge with excitement knowing Druig is soon to follow. You know him too well.

You move silently through the Roman palace to stand behind a pillar. Your eyes stare up at the black sky full of a trillion stars, they're so beautiful. Shining bright from high in the heavens you question how blessedly lucky you are to be with the love of your life. A thousand years with him and a thousand more, life could not possibly get better.

Or maybe it can?

You hear footsteps and peak out from behind the tall marble pillar when he starts to walk past, unaware to your exact whereabouts does Druig walk forward in hope to find you soon. Immediately do you teleport in front of him a couple feet away, he stops dead, face pleasantly startled. His expression shifts from surprise to a confident smirk, he's undoubtedly excited to see you.

"Now where would you be going?" You ask slyly while crossing your arms over your chest. "All alone on a night like this?"

Druig tilts his head up at you before walking the short distance to where you stand. He leans his head against yours, "I couldn't help but notice you staring at me earlier."

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing."

He chuckles, "I'd have sat next to you but then I wouldn't get to see your face. And I quite like looking at you."

"Oh really now?"

"Really." He says while touching your shoulders, hands gently dragging down your arms.

"Want to leave this place for a little?" You casually suggest in a hushed voice, "Sneak away into the night?"

He raises an intrigued brow, "And do what?"

"Oh you know, something interesting."

"I like interesting." Oh you absolute flirt.

A few moments later...

Laying with your back pressed against the mattress do you writhe and squirm underneath his hot touch to your parted thighs. His warm wet tongue explores your slick folds, taking in all that he can like it's his last night on earth.

Druig's fingers dig into your flesh, he holds your inner thighs apart while his tongue does all the work down below. You bite your bottom lip, fingers holding bunched up silken sheets as you lay completely nude in your large royal bed. A sheet of thin silk material hangs out over the beds tall frame to hide you two from the eyes of the outside world.

You let slip a moan when Druig's tongue licks just right, then the pad of his thumb rubs your clit up and down and soon in a circular motion that drives you wild. He knows just what you like. You fingers tug on the sheets even tighter, "Ohh god, mhmm hmm so good...but I want, I want you."

Druig smiles, he lifts his head from your womanhood to wipe his lips. Thumb still on your sensitive bud. "You want me? Where do you want me love?"

You look into his eyes, "Inside me." Your voice a rasped whisper that sends a thrill throughout his entire vessel.

That's all it takes to leave your clit alone, he smirks happily before shedding his pants and letting loose his hard cock to the night. Your breath catches at the sight of him before you, completely naked and oh so handsome. He parts your legs a little more as his whole body hovers over yours.

His face so close to yours now, he kisses you, "You ready Y/N?"

Touching his cheeks do you nod, "Please."

Druig leans on his left forearm as his right hand reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. You can feel the brush of warm skin against your clit for a brief second before the tip of his dick touches your folds. He leans his face in to capture your lips with his when the rest of his cock pushes deliciously inside you.

You gasp, he pulls his head away to watch you take him so well. To see your brows raise upwards at the pleasurable sensation caused by him and only him. Oh how he lives to give you love, joy, happiness, laughter, and his cock. Druig would give you his soul if he could.

Druig fills you up good, deep does he push inside of you. When he feels all of him within your warm walls does his hips roll to cause some greatly needed friction. The pace becoming set, he soon wants more and can't help but thrust himself into you over and over again. You're absolutely loving every single second of what his body is doing to yours. The sensations, the feelings, the everything.

He kisses your cheek before sitting up, still inside you, Druig looks lovingly down at you while he fucks into your heavenly vessel. Blue eyes lingering on the way your breasts bounce with each pump of his hips, cock sliding inside of you over and over again. He's intoxicated by the sounds you make, the feeling of you against him, and your face that shows him how well he's doing.

You moan, his hands trail down your sides and hips as you grip hard onto the silken sheets. He smiles at the palpable pleasure shown beautifully upon your face. The way your breasts bounce, the way you moan, Druig could watch this scene all day.

He holds a hand out, "Com'er love."

You laugh and take his hand, he soon brings you up into a seated position so that your legs remain opposite to each other. Bodies flush together, his chest presses against your naked breasts. Druig kisses you passionately, arms holding you close, fingers trailing all over your back and sides. He wants to take in as much of you as he can.

Your lips move sweetly against his, fingers feeling through his dark hair as he lets you take him in his lap. So hard and hot and sweaty, your hips roll against him. He kisses your cheek sloppily as you ride him so close, he breaths heavily, kissing your cheek. You know he's close.

But so are you.

The sweet pleasurable contact of his skin to your clit is driving you wild, not to mention how his thick cock deep inside you feels within your slick walls. Druig is bringing you to your high as you are doing the same.

You want to feel more. In a second do you teleport with Druig so that he's underneath your parted legs a few feet from where you just were on the giant bed. He laughs at your eagerness, hands squeezing your thighs as you ride him to your high. Your hands press flat to his muscular abdomen while you let out a moan when his cock hits just right.

He smiles up at you, observing all of what and who you are...so radiant, a literal goddess above him taking his cock so well. His hands reach up to take your breasts in each hand, your own hands press his to your soft chest. He squeezes gently and blinks to a new position, he's laying above you now. Hands to either side of your shoulders while your legs wrap around his hips.

You're an absolute marvel. Kingo would undoubtedly laugh if he knew how you teleport to change sex positions.

Druig smirks as your hands trail fiery lines down his back, he kisses your lips lazily as his hips thrust into you. You look into his dark blues, "Harder." You rasp softly. Eyes so gentle and innocent, how could he ever refuse such a compelling demand?

His pace quickens, you let out a gasp when his thrusts pound deep and hard into your core. Cock buried inside you he wouldn't dare slow down until you're a moaning mess beneath him. You're almost there. He can feel it within himself too.

"Mhmm hmm Druig, oh." You moan quietly as he leans down to capture your lips with his, he continues to relentlessly pound into you. Fucking you hard and deep. You can't hold back anymore, he's too much and with a loud moan do you cum. Orgasm hitting you like a bolt of lightening, a wave of pleasure erupts throughout your entire body.

Druig can feel as your walls convulse and tighten around his cock and the slick warmness that pushes out of you and onto the mattress. He smiles and kisses your cheek, "So good love." He says, praising you for your very existence.

You nod with drunken lust and dig your nails into his back muscles as he thrusts in and out of you until at last does Druig cum. He groans hotly, breath fanning your face while his load covers your walls from deep within. You gasp at the sweet sensation and moan when he continues to fuck into you. Riding out his high like this is the very last time he'll ever be inside you ever again.

Your body moves into the mattress with each thrust of his hips against your body, causing the bed to shake as it has been for the past several minutes. Half an hour maybe? An hour? Who knows at this point. All you care to know is Druig and the absolute wonders he's doing to your sensitive clit and everything else.

You feel like you're on fire, womanhood hot and swollen though he still pumps into you getting all and everything he can get from your body and his. He loves stretching your walls and painting your insides with his cum, feeling you squirm underneath him and moan his name.

You're so beautiful fucked out and sweaty from handling his cock so well.

Druig kisses your cheek, giving a couple more deep thrusts before stilling and looking into your eyes. You gaze sleepily into them, he wipes a lone tear from your cheek, "I love you." Whispers Druig, eyes so soft and inviting.

You gently run your fingers through his hair, "I love you too my moon and sun."

He smiles brightly at this, "So beautiful...I don't believe I deserve you."

"But you do." Your fingers touch his cheeks, "You will always have me, never doubt your worthiness to me. Never."

Druig's eyes crinkle with joy, his body flush to yours feels so warm and lovely. Still inside you, hands caressing your face does he lean down to capture your lips with his. He can't help himself. When he pulls his face away do you chuckle, his brows furrow, "What is it?"

"Oh nothing. Just you."

"Hmm?"

"You're something else you know that?"

"Something good I hope." Druig kisses your lips again before pulling out and finding a spot by your side.

You groan when he leaves before turning your head to face him on your left, hand sliding across the bed to grasp his. "You always leave too soon."

He places a gentle kiss to your hand, "Then come here and I'll stay inside you longer."

You smile softly and roll over onto your left side, he pulls your right leg over his left thigh before pushing his cock into you once more. You moan out his name, feeling him twitch inside you as his arms pull your body closer to his. He then takes hold of a blanket before throwing it over your connected bodies.

You snuggle closer as he lays his arm over your side, thumb rubbing gently against your back, drawing you into a deep sleep. You can't help but to close your eyelids and mumble out a tired, "I can't stay awake."

"I know Y/N." Chuckles Druig, watching your sleepy face lose its battle with consciousness.

"I want to make love again."

He kisses your cheek, "We will."

"But we haven't for a long time, I want to soon. Just give me a couple minutes."

He knows you're going to fall asleep before that, Druig trails his hand up and down your naked thigh, "Sleep my love, we have all the days and nights ahead of us."

"But I want....I want to please you." Your voice is a soft whisper, "I want...you happy."

"I am happy." Whispers Druig, "Y/N you have pleased me more then I can say."

"Oh. Well that's good then."

He wants to laugh but cannot due to the fact that you're half awake right now. So tired from getting fucked so good can you not even keep your eyes open. He pulls you in even closer to press a kiss to your forehead, "Sleep Y/N, I'll be right here the whole time."

"You promise?"

"Always." ——

Sitting at a marble table with Sprite and Ikaris eating their breakfast, you sip slowly on your lemon water and watch as the ocean waves of Rome pull back and forth on the sandy beach. The sky is bright and beautiful, blue as the water with foam as white as the puffy clouds ahead. A perfectly delightful day indeed.

A soft warm breeze blows the thin pearl white curtains from the open gazebo you three sit within while having your morning breakfast as the others take their time getting up and ready for the day. A servant walks up to the platform, standing diligently by the table where you sit. She is young and honored to be serving you, adorable little smile saying it all.

"Y/N are you hungry?" Asks the bright eyed girl, "I could get you a tray of fruit if you would like?"

"Uh, yes," You set your cup down, "Yeah I would love that actually. I'm starved."

"I will return soon then." She says before bowing and smiling at you, turning on her sandaled heels and rushing off past a hall of pillars. Almost crashing into Kingo who's on his way to where the three of you are seated.

You shake your head when the giggling of Sprite draws your attention to the right, "What?" You ask while giving her a look.

"You're never going to get used to this are you?"

"Used to what?"

"Being treated as gods." She says with a knowing smirk.

You purse your lips together and mutter, "Probably not." Taking another sip of your lemon water right after. "It feels weird."

"What feels weird?" Asks Kingo as he sits down right across from you, "What are you three talking about?"

"How Y/N feels strange when the humans call us gods."

Kingo's brow raises at you, "Really? I love it, makes me feel all heroic and amazing. Which is absolutely what I am."

You shrug, "We're not gods in reality just as the Asgardian's are also not gods either. I find it flattering but unnecessary."

"You do?" Asks Ikaris, "You don't even like it a little bit?"

"No. Not really."

Sprite smirks, "Oh I bet she likes it when Druig calls her his goddess."

Kingo and Ikaris share a humored look with one another before laughing as Sprite cackles in delight, you simply roll your eyes and take another drink from your cup. Kingo slaps the table, "That reminds me Y/N, how was your sleep last night? You did tell us how tired you were after all, leaving in the midst of my amazing story too."

"It was fine."

He smirks, eyes glancing mischievously over at Sprite, "Was it now? Well, just so happens a little birdy told me you were doing a bit more then just snoozing away."

"Yeah Y/N/N, or should we call you goddess Y/N?" She flutters her hands, "Oh god Druig ohhh harder. Hard.."

"You're making me uncomfortable." You deadpan, doing all in your power to hold back a smile as they laugh. These idiots are going to kill you.

Kingo dramatically presses the back of his hand against his forehead, "Oh Druig, my love, my everything, ohh yes harder harder mhmm hmmm uohh."

"Why do you torture me?" You mutter while holding your cup in front of your face to hide behind as they tease you. "Stop it I'm gonna jump off a cliff."

"Don't feel embarrassed Y/N." Says Ikaris with a friendly smile, "We're truly happy for you. All jokes aside."

"Well, some jokes aside." Adds Kingo, "One joke not aside, you're very loud when you cu.."

"Okay!"

He holds up his hands, "What? I was going to say you're very loud when you cut through Deviants. What did you think I was going to say?" He asks innocently before leaning in across the table, "Did you presume I was going to reply with something sexual in nature?"

You purse your lips together and nod, "Actually yes, that is what I was assuming."

Kingo fake gasps, "My my Y/N, what a dirty mind you have." He looks to Ikaris and Sprite, "Did you guys think I was going to say something relating to Y/N getting pounded last night?"

Sprite snorts as Ikaris spits out some of his water, you simply breath out a humored breath of air, this man is too much sometimes. Your eyes set to the ocean while you hold in your laughter, you're absolutely not going to let Kingo get any satisfaction from that one. Druig on the other hand would have made him slap himself the second he brought the subject of your intimacies up.

Yourself on the other hand finds everything very hilarious, Druig, not so much. He's your sweet loyal man with a heart of gold, however he's not one for poking fun at his private life. Especially when you're concerned.

"Shush." You whisper as Kingo snickers, "Stop laughing I was having a good time what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing Y/N." He says in between heavy breaths of laughter, "It's just Druig always glares at me before angrily leaving the conversation when we talk about his fun times in the night. It's just some brotherly convo, I don't know why he gets so stuck up about it?"

"Can't imagine why."

"Right? He's so fun to mess with but he's also not fun at the same time, you know?"

"Yeah, you're way more fun Y/N." Adds Sprite.

"Thanks, glad I can open up to you like this." Your eyes flicker past Kingo's head to see Druig walking across the marble floor alongside Ajak. You look back at Kingo, "Speaking of Sir Grumpy."

Kingo looks back over his shoulder before smirking back at you, "Here he comes."

You point your finger at him, "Don't you dare say a word. Not one of you bastards, let him sit in peace alright?"

"Oh come on Y/N let us have a little fun."

Sprite pouts, "Yeah, it's too funny when Druig gets all embarrassed and shy. It's the only time we can get anything out of him. He's like a damn statue with a stick up his butt."

You give the silent Eternal a look, "Ikaris control them."

He shrugs, "All you Y/N, good luck." He suddenly gets up from his chair, "See you around."

"You're just abandoning me you prick?"

He takes a step away, "It would appear so wouldn't it? Bye." And with that does he exit from the huge gazebo before taking flight to elsewhere in Rome, probably off to see Sersi.

"Bastard." You mutter as his form disappears behind a marble building.

Both Kingo and Sprite cackle as you try and shush them, they're having way to much of a good time to quit now. Poor Druig is going to hear more then he anticipated on this fine early morning. He's probably still on his love making high, walking down all happy he's practically floating down the steps next to Ajak. God he's adorable.

"I'm going to say something." Says Kingo, "I have to."

"No you're not."

Sprite raises a brow, "Do you think it'd be inappropriate if I made an illusion of you scantily clad with a big sword in your hand?"

"Uh, yeah." You reply, emphasis on the 'yeah' part.

She shrugs, "Why not?"

"You know why. And Kingo if you make Druig feel weird and lose his happy glow I will teleport you to one of the islands."

"Sounds fun to me."

"There'll be snakes. A lot of them."

"Friends I haven't met yet." He says with a challenging smile you'd like to throw a rotten tomato at.

You roll your eyes, "Just keep your comments to yourself. Both of you."

Sprite huffs, "Fine."

Kingo pouts, "If queen Y/N says so."

"Hello everyone." Speaks Ajak as she and Druig walk up the short steps, "A beautiful morning isn't it?"

"Oh yes, very beautiful. So amazing we're really loving it." Answers Kingo, "The clouds are so big and huge today I almost can't handle it."

Druig walks around the table and sits on your left as you send Kingo a glare. Mouthing, "Stop it you ass." As he simply smiles like an innocent child.

Ajak sits in between Kingo and Sprite, "Agreed. Have any of you gone for a swim this morning? The water looks wonderful."

Sprite smiles, "Not yet, although I believe Y/N got a little wet earlier."

You almost choke on your own spit, "Oh uh, yeah...I just dipped my feet in. I was thinking about going for a swim later after breakfast."

Ajak nods, "Oh wonderful, tell me what it feels like. I was thinking about taking a swim this afternoon."

"I bet Y/N will get right in there and could then tell all of us how nice it is. The water, it's probably really warm, like a big hug all over." Adds Kingo, wiggling his brows, "Everywhere."

You send Kingo a humored glare, "Right. I'll get right on that."

"We know you will." He smirks as Druig glances questioningly between the two of you. Sensing something is most definitely going on however he has not a single clue as to what. Probably the typical amounts of friendly mischief he chooses to ignore.

You pray he doesn't ask.

Footsteps are heard walking up the steps, "Greetings Lady Ajak and Lord Druig, I have brought you fruit Lady Y/N. I hope it's enough." Says the servant girl as she sets the tray of fruit on the table. Stepping away she bows respectfully.

"Oh, yeah Anya it's perfect, thank you." You speak as she quickly walks away.

Kingo's eyes widen at the giant tray, "Ohh delicious." He snatches a peach before biting a large chunk causing the juice to squirt everywhere. With mouth full does he point towards Druig, "Does this look familiar to you?"

Dropping your face into your hand do you mutter, "Why are you like this?"

Kingo fakes his innocence, "What? I'm just asking if Druig here has ever felt the absolute joy and pure pleasure that is felt when tasting a peach of this kind. It's like licking a woma.."

You set a hand on Druig's chest before touching two pears and teleporting far away from Kingo and his hilariously inappropriate comments. Best to save Druig from a bad swing in his mood, he looks so incredibly happy today after all. Even if it's fun to tease him, you wouldn't dare do it at his expense. Not a chance.

You love and respect him too much for that.

Druig blinks back bewilderment from atop your balcony overlooking the hills and great blue ocean below. His gaze quickly turns to you, "Y/N, why did you do that?"

You sigh and take a bite of your juicy pear, "You don't even want to know."

His brows furrow at this, "Were you guys talking about...uh, you know what? It's not important. I have a suspicion about what was being implied and I'm just not going to think about it. So Y/N, how is your morning my dear?"

You lean against the balcony edge and smile joyously at him, "Better now with you here."

He smirks back, "I think I could find a way to make it even better."

"Oh really?"

"Absolutely."

An excited thrill shoots throughout your entire body. Oh this day is definitely going to be wonderful.

This one had no real plot but it was hot when it needed to be and that’s all that matters. Thanks for reading!

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deceitfuldevil · 2 years

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The Lost Eternal

Druig X Reader

Summary: You and Druig were always the eternal couple that stayed in the shadows, but your love for each other was brighter than no other. However when you fall ill with Mad Wr’ry your team members' prior opinions about you and your true love lead to all your memories being taken from your mind, worst of all your true love being taken from your head. Being banished back to earth as an immortal unaware of your powers, would you ever be able to find your true love again?

This imagine is loosely connected to the song ‘Centuries’ by Fall Out Boy, play it while you read!

Warnings: Angst, female identifying reader, use of y/n, slight implications of smut, fighting depicted, written and proofread on a train, satisfying end?, etc.

Word Count: 4.0K

The year was 5000 BC, you were just created by the celestial Arishem and onboard the Domo traveling to a planet that would eventually be known as earth. You were one of ten individuals known as Eternals. Meeting your fellow immortals was a strange feeling, but one of them brought on a different kind of strange feeling. When you talked to him you no longer felt cool, calm, and collected. There was this buzzing, fluttery feeling in your stomach and an ever-present smile on your face. His icy blue eyes kept yours encapsulated and you wished to talk to him forever. His name was Druig.

That flying feeling you got when you talked to him never really went away, even after you two got together officially. But maybe that was because you continued to sneak around and never formally told the other Eternals about the two of you, besides, they all had their reasonable suspicions after a few thousand years or so. Anyways, you didn’t want to take the spotlight off of Sersi and Ikaris.

Living as an Eternal was one thing, but getting to live on forever with someone you considered to be your soulmate, that was a privilege like no other. The year was now 1521 CE, and you all were closing in on the last of the deviants, ridding them from the earth for good. Right as you were about to strike a deviant with the strong glow emitting from your palms, everything went black.

“Y/n?” Sersi asked, seeing a deviant lay dead in front of you as you seemingly stared off into nothing. You gave no response, so Sersi inched closer and gently placed her hand on your shoulder. Bad idea. You immediately flipped around and knocked Sersi back with so much force she collided with a nearby tree, your eyes were no longer their natural color, rather a pale milky white. Ikaris flew over to Sersi and gently checked to see if she was okay, then turned to you wondering what the hell was your problem. He barely had a moment to react before you were brutally attacking him as well, yellow beams shot from his eyes in self defense but that only knocked you back temporarily. Standing back up you went to charge him again, he shot back at you but this time you held up your hands and absorbed his powers.

Your hands turning gold with all the energy going into you, before the color started to spread to your arms, your chest, and then your whole body was glowing a beautiful gold. Ikaris stopped pouring his energy into you as you started to scream out, the rest of the eternals quickly came around hearing your cries. They all halted at the sight of you, unsure what to do. But not Druig, with no hesitation in his steps he ran towards to help, even if he had no idea what was happening to you. As he came within a few yards of you, BOOM! Waves of bright gold exploded from you, knocking over everyone around you. You collapsed on the ground beneath you, looking tired and drained. As soon as he regain his footing Druig ran over to you, falling at your side trying to make sure you were still alive. You were were still breathing, but Druig couldn’t wake you up. Ajak stood up and walked over to his side. “I’m so sorry, let’s bring her to the temple nearby.” she said, silently asking everyone to follow.

“I’m afraid y/n has Mad Wr’ry.” Ajak said solemnly, removing her hands from your head after Druig set you down on the stone table.

“What?! I thought that was an ancient myth” Sprite voiced.

“Sadly not.” Ajak responded.

“Well she attacked me and Sersi, so we need to rid her of whatever this is fast.” Ikaris said with a scoff, earning a few eye rolls.

“What is the cure for this Ajak?” Sersi asked.

“Unfortunately there is only one cure for Mad Wr’ry, and it’s to erase all of her memories since the weight of all the ones she's collected thus far has become too much for her mind to handle.” Ajak explained.

“No, you can’t just erase everything she’s ever experienced, y/n isn’t her without her hundreds of years of memories.” Druig protested, maybe he was being selfish because he didn’t want all his years with you to be wiped away, besides that he also knew how much you loved seeing the world and how it evolved over the years.

Ajak gave Druig a look of pity, everyone knew about your thing that’s been going with him since the dawn of time, but it was rarely acknowledged unlike Ajak’s clear favorite couple that was Sersi and Ikaris. Your love for one another always remained unacknowledged because everyone else thought that you were too good of heart, too pure of intention to be with Druig. He was seen as a bad influence, someone who didn’t like to follow his leader, he saw life on this planet as his own and no one else’s.

So there you lay, comatose on the table as the rest of your fellow Eternals conversed unaware that you were able to hear them arguing about your future. Of course you wanted to keep your memories and just deal with the Mad Wr’ry, even if that meant struggling for the rest of time.

But with prior opinions about you and Druig, the rest of the Eternals decided it was best for you to start clean and have your memories wiped.

“So it’s settled then?” Ikaris asked.

“No, no it’s not! You can’t take her memories from her, I won’t let you!” Druig said, going from arguing to pleading. His eyes flicking gold thinking of the possibility he could just make everyone forget this, but he knew the Mad Wr’ry would show up again.

“I know it’s hard, but it’s what’s best for her.” Markkari signed with a sad face.

Tears started to well up in Druig’s icy blue eyes, a rare sight no other Eternal had ever seen. It almost made Ajak rethink her decision for a moment, but she knew what she had to do.

Druig slowly stepped up to your sleeping form and sat beside you. He learned down and embraced you one last time, and you could feel him all around you. You felt like a little girl as you banged on the walls of your inner psyche trying to wake up and beg him to take you away and not let the others do this to you. But when you heard Druig’s smooth voice talking to your inside your head, you knew it was over.

He worked his way into your head and said the things he was too scared to say aloud in front of his other Eternals, and most of the time too afraid to even say aloud to you.

“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. I don’t know if you can even hear me right now but I have to tell you this. You’ve loved me since the dawn of time and absolutely nothing is comparable to that. You have backed me up through my good actions and my bad over thousands of years. I never said it enough but I love you more than anything, you mean the world to me y/n; you always will.”

You were silently sobbing in your head and you felt the presence of his voice leave your mind. You didn’t want to go, and even if you had to you just wanted to give him one last kiss.

“Goodbye my love, remember me for centuries. I will never forget you.” Druig said aloud, sealing his love away with a searing kiss to your forehead.

“And goodbye to all of you. I can’t stand to watch whatever you're about to do to her, so this is goodbye.”

And with that Druig stopped the war waging below him and and bellowed his anger by controlling the few hundred people and leading them into the forest, to lead his own colony where he’d never have to see his fellow Eternals or have to know what ever happened to you.

Ikaris went to stop Druig from this new reign of terror but Ajak stopped him.

“We took away his first and only love, you of all people are one of the few who might even be able to begin to understand what Druig just went through. Let him go.”

Ajak was as happy about Druig’s choice as any other Eternal, but she understood what she had taken away from him.

“With all due respect Ajak, we can’t just let him go and use his powers on mere mortals. It’s not right. What would Arishem have to say about this?”

“It’s not right at all, but I will speak with Arishem when I return to the Domo with y/n. From now on this is none of your concern. You all should say your goodbyes to y/n now.”

Everyone’s shared glances of sadness and grief, one by one approaching you and saying their goodbyes. Once everyone was done Ajak stood right outside of the temple and carried you in her arms as she called forth the Domo and brought you up into it.

Flying far, far away, Druig saw the Domo pass him overhead and fell to his knees. He cried out in agony, knowing his one true love was gone. The rest of the former soldiers he took control of felt his pain and followed in his actions, each one of them also falling to their knees and crying out.

The screams were heard from miles away, the Eternals who were left at the temple heard the cries and all chose to ignore it. Bitterly knowing exactly what they were hearing. They missed you too.

—

Accepting that you were really gone was out of the question for Druig. So to avoid facing the reality that you no longer walked on this green earth, he busied himself with creating a colony. All the soldiers he took from the war, men and women alike, had built a town in the middle of the amazon. Controlling their minds constantly, helping them to build what he considered to be a perfect world, a perfect town, and what the rest of the world should look like.

When Ajak made it onto the Domo with you, she set you down and went to speak with Arishem.

“Ajak, why have you returned to the Domo?” Arishem prompted.

“I’m afraid Y/n has fallen ill with Mad Wr’ry, and we all decided it would be best if I brought her back to the ship and have her healed.” Ajak explained.

“You wish for her memories to be erased?” he asked, eyes flicking with debate.

“Yes, and forgive me for asking this Arishem but. . . well you see y/n had something very special with Druig. I feel their connection was like no other I’ve seen between Eternals before. I know you don’t condone these superficial beings committing to relationships but-”

“Silence!” the celestial boomed, muting his creation. “For asking, she will now keep absolutely no memories and only know that she is immortal. She will believe she is powerless and live on in the mortal world since her mind clearly can’t handle thousands of years of heroism. Tell no one of this, or else.” Ajak was stunned at Arishem’s orders but wasn’t one to disobey him quite yet. So she brought you back to earth and placed you in areas she knew you’d live on in safely as an immortal. She’d visit you every decade or so for a few hundred years, helping you adjust to immortality and stay under the watching eye of ever-evolving towns and governments. However, no matter where she helped you move; she made sure to keep you far far away from Druig.

Speaking of Druig, Ajak knew she had to say something to him. A few months after you were wiped clean and had settled into a new life under the impression you had no powers and were simply cursed with immortality, Ajak let you be on your own for awhile and decided to pay Druig a visit.

“Here to break my heart again?” Druig asked, sensing Ajak’s presence as she walked into the sanctuary.

“Afraid so. . .” she replied with a slight chuckle, making Druig turn around to face her, fearing the news he was about to hear.

“The Mad Wr’ry was worse than we thought, it may take a thousand centuries before she is like new again. Even after she is cured, Arishem isn’t sure he wants her back on earth right away. He wants her to stay on the Domo to study her, and keep her safe.” Ajak said, every word falling from her mouth less truthful than the last. But she knew she couldn’t tell Druig what really happened with you, because she knew he’d go searching for you. So she had to kill his spirit, diminish his belief that he could find you again.

—

The year was now 2024, you had recently moved to a new town in the Spring in order to continue to stay under the radar. You had studied this town for a few months before you made the move, and it seemed like the perfect place to hide as an immortal for the next 7 decades or so. The population was said to be less than 1,000 people, and everyone was spaced out with at least two miles between every house. There was only one large grocery store that had everything one might need. But in short, no one there knew anyone. It was a great place to just disappear.

There were also some intriguing rumors surrounding a nearby forest that lead you down a rabbit hole of articles when researching the town. The rural area was somewhat close to the amazon rainforest, where legends of a centuries old cult was thought to be.

“The cult is believed to have been formed sometime in the 1500s, the members never seen recruiting others and keeping their own hand-built town exclusively to the new generations born from previous members. Unknown to have any chaotic or harmful practices, the people of the cult only worship a rumordly immortal god who gives them everything they need to survive in exchange for seemingly nothing. With no official name for this cult, historians often refer to this clan as “the perfect town” or “the eternal village” due to its appearance coming across and what so many think society should look like, and the fact that these people have lived on for generations in the same place somewhere deep in the amazon forest.

Many have tried to join or even just visit this cult over the years but every historian and brave soul comes back with a wiped memory and lack of desire to ever go back. More recent technology has shown us videos of people walking right into the little town and a townsperson coming up to them, holding a conversation for maybe two minutes at most before the visitor willingly turns around and leaves out of nowhere. We may never know the truth, but the eternal village will live on forever.”

One article read, immensely furthering your interest in this cult believed to be so close to your new home. You also wondered, if it was acceptable, interesting even, for some immortal god to be out there leading generations worth of people, why were you still in hiding as an immortal? You closed you laptop and left your desk, not wanting to spiral asking yourself that question again.

Summer was soon approaching in your new rural borough, and that meant your supply of basic necessities was running low. Time for a trip to the only grocery store in town, a trip that would prove to change the course of your life. Because it just so happened that was the same store Druig made his supply runs to as well. Call it a coincidence, or maybe you could call what was about to happen fate.

There you were, meandering down the soup aisle trying to decide what flavor would be the least disgusting after eating it for 3 months. You felt the presence of someone else in the aisle with you, but that was of little to no concern considering no one knew anyone around here. . . right?

But then he saw you, dropping the item in his hand he stared at you in disbelief, not truly believing it was really you. His eyes scanned your form for what felt like hours, mentally slapping himself thinking this was another illusion of his. But you could feel his ever-present stare on you and after a while you let your eyes meet his, and that’s when he knew it was you.

“Y/n.” he said softly, almost as if he was afraid to speak too loud and wake himself from this dream.

“Yes?” You asked, looking at the unknown man with encapsulating blue eyes staring back at you. But he didn’t stare for much longer. He left his basket of things and ran over to embrace you. After all these years, he thought you were long gone.

After maybe a minute or two passed of him hugging you, you gently said, “I’m sorry, but do I know you?” Your memories may have been gone, but you were still this nice person with a kind heart of gold. Unable to be rude or push back on the people whom you didn’t know or made you uncomfortable.

At this time Druig was a total stranger to you, but when he pulled away and his eyes bored into yours you didn’t even resist when he said “come with me” as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the store.

His hand in yours felt right, like you had done this countless times before. Was this deja vu?

He brought you in his car and sat you down in the passenger seat, saying nothing for the drive.

The drive felt endless, no words were spoken either. But the energy wasn’t off, it was actually the most comfortable you’d felt in a long, long time.

Pulling into what looked like the middle of nowhere, Druig exited the car and helped you out of the passenger seat, once again taking your hand and leading you to god knows where.

You started to realize you were walking through what seemed like a small civilization, people all dressed similarly started to watch you as you walked by. Was the the cult you had read about? Then you were led into what looked like a small house of worship. He sat you down on a bench and embraced both your hands as you met your eyes once again.

“You’re immortal.” Druig stated plainly, like it wasn’t something you’d been hiding for years. You choked on nothing but air and quickly denied his statement, but he only laughed.

“There’s no need to lie to me, love.” Usually you’d be put-off by any man that referred to you so endearingly so soon, but that deja vu feeling you’d heard of came back once again.

“When did you come back?” He asked, one of his hands shifting to rest on your knee. He always had to be touching you somewhere, maybe now more than ever to reassure himself that you were here with him.

“Come back?” You questioned, there was no coming back for you, only being born.

“Oh my dear y/n, do you even know who you are?” He asked sweetly.

“I was born in 1521, told by someone else cursed with immortality that I was bound to walk this earth until it crumbled. She never told me why this happened to me, but she helped me navigate it. Although I haven’t seen her for quite a few centuries now, the last time I saw her she told me I was ready to go about my immortality on my own.” You poured out, a wave of relief gently washing over your heart as it felt good to be able to tell someone else your secret.

“Did Ajak tell you about your powers?” Druig pressed, wondering if you’d been living on as an all powerful eternal or just a standard immortal.

“How did you know her name was Ajak?”

“Because she is the lead Eternal, we’re a group of all powerful beings that were sent here to earth 7,000 years ago to protect humans from these things called the deviants. You Included.”

You sat back in shock, not even fully understanding what was being said to you.

“Here, can I show you?” Druig asked cautiously, his eyes flicking a familiar gold. You nodded, trusting him like you’d known him for your whole life.

Next thing you knew your mind felt like it was floating and surrounded by Druig’s voice, it felt relaxing, like you knew this feeling, missed it, craved it.

You could no longer see Druig in front of you, instead you were seeing the world through what looked like his eyes. There was the creation, and even though you had no memory of it you saw yourself there. He showed you battles with deviants and you saw yourself fighting alongside other people, seemingly other Eternals. You did recognize Ajak, fighting and healing. Then you saw yourself, looking braver than ever, even comparable to a god— you were a god.

You saw the aftermath of the battle, catching yourself staring at Druig from time to time. Then you saw yourself with him, in his arms, cuddled into him, and even under him. You suddenly realized why you felt so comfortable around him, because he was your first love, your only love, your immortal love. Then you saw yourself lying unconscious on a stone table, the rest of the Eternals around you debating what to do about your disease. You heard Druig fighting for you, watching him kiss you one last time.

And that was it, you just watched your whole life as an eternal through your lover's eyes. In disbelief that Ajak never told you about your abilities, you clenched your fists and a gold-ish glow started to emit from them. Seeing what you were doing you calmed down, never knowing you had the ability to do that before.

“There’s my little firecracker, god I missed you so—“ you cut Druig off before he could finish his sentence and nearly knocked him over with a lung crushing hug. The memories of you and him had all come rushing back to you, your eyes welling up thinking about all those years you missed.

“I can’t believe I didn’t remember, you’re as handsome as the day I left you.” You said pulling back and running your hands over his cheeks. Taking in the feeling of his skin, the weight of his hands on your hips, the feeling of pure love running through your veins. He stared back at you with nothing but love and admiration, smiling, so immensely happy, that he had you back in his arms.

He started to kiss all over your face starting from your forehead moving his way down. “I see..” *kiss* “that you’ve..” *kiss* “listened to me..” *kiss* “after all these years…” and as he sealed one more kiss below your ear making your heart drop to your toes, he whispered: “you remembered me for centuries” he said with a sly smirk, the memory of his last words rushing back to you as you smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. It wouldn’t make up for the thousands of years lost, but with this newfound time to be with each other you’d work every night and day to make up for time lost.

A/N:

Holy fucking shit! I have not actually written a full-length story since MAY of this year. So you can imagine how amazing this feels, I love writing and I'm so glad I've found the time for it again. Hope you all enjoyed the story and my clear newfound love for Druig.

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Mortal Heartache

Pairing - Druig x reader Summary - Druig the Eternal, immortal, falls effortlessly for a very much mortal girl. What could go wrong? Warnings - Death, slight mention of alcoholism, Eternal spoilers? Words - 2.8K A/n - Just a note, this was written in mind that Druig didn’t start his community in the Amazon :)

September, 2022 New York

Death was an unknown theme to Druig. Being an Eternal and blessed with immortality, he found no reason to worry about it. But as the boy leant his forehead against your gravestone, he'd never felt closer to death. The black hole which resided in his gut only growing with the sadness his body felt drowned in.

Druig had loved you for years. But in a single moment, that love shattered into utter heartache.

December, 2019 New York

A year after the snap and still, cities whispered and air suffocated. You had longed to believe that, by now, people would have adapted to the snap. But it was beginning to show this was the new normal. No passing smiles. No eye contact. No likeness to the world. You couldn't blame anyone but the man himself, Thanos. The world could never be the same after loosing half the people in it. Yet, your optimism couldn't help but hope.

That hope led you to wondering the city streets. Flyers in hand and a welcoming exterior whacked on. A sort of business men passed you, you widened your smile and stretched out your flyer. "Would you mind takin-"

He was gone. He didn't even glance.

Your smile had faltered for a moment before you caught someone else walking your way. You flashed your grin, "Do you have a moment?" You questioned as he passed.

The brunette boy slowed for a moment, pulled his headphones from his ears, dropping them around his neck and raised a brow. "Huh?"

"Would you mind just looking at this flyer? It's about living conditions after the snap and how-"

He brought his headphones back over his ears and shoved his hands back into the pockets of his leather jacket. "I'm good, thanks." And with that he was swiftly continuing on his way.

But in a huff and a quick - probably regretful decision - you yelled out to him. "Please!"

Once more, he slowed, only a few meters away from you as he turned. "You really can't tell when someone wants to be left alone, can you?" He joked, only now had you caught that thick irish accent which must have seemed forgin in New York.

You shrugged, "You're the only who actually gave me some kind of response." You spoke as a way to excuse your desperate pleads for him to help you.

The boy shook his head slightly with a smile before wondering back over to you. "You're different compared to everyone else." He observed, having yet to take the flyer - which had been all you intended to come out this interaction.

Oh how wrong you had been.

"What do you mean?" You questioned him, as he looked down at you with his blue pupils that seemed to have caught you.

"I mean that half the universe is gone, and you're here protesting living conditions."

You shrugged once more, "I mean, most of the world seem more focused on getting the ones we lost back, not the ones that have been left behind." You explained, swallowing the lump in your throat which clinged to the ache that stung at you for the friends and family which you had lost within a blink of an eye.

To Druig, he was barely close to anyone. Could no longer really say he found himself a family, or surrounded himself with many friends. It was just him. Yet still, he had protested for the rights of the ones left behind, he'd sat back and watched Thanos take each stone for himself, knowing he could have done something to stop it. Though, he'd been doing the same all throughout history. War's and battles. Watching blood shed just as Ajak had intended for her fellow Eternals.

Though, the boy shook that guilt from his chest as he looked back up at you. "Maybe you'd like to tell me more over coffee?" He suggested, a cheeky smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

You smiled, a brush fluttering across your nose. Something of which you wish you could have blamed on the cold shiver which passed with the wind. "The leaflet tells you everything you need to know." You told the man - still having yet to get a name.

"Yeah, but the leaflet isn't you." Druig remarked, gaze trying to hold onto your own.

The blush got redder and you were surprised you were even able to carry conversation; it wasn't often you had men as smug and passer-by-pretty coming up to you. "I don't even know your name." You happened to remind him.

"Druig." He introduced as he offered his hand for you to shake. He crooked his head, "And the pretty stranger is?"

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you debated whether offering yourself to a stranger, of a name which was odd, was the best idea. Yet still, your took it gladly, his grip firm. "Y/n."

And that was just the start.

Janurary, 2021 New York

One coffee date turned into two. Then a lunch date, a hundred text messages and dinner date. And with every meet, every text sent, every glimpse at that beloved smile of yours, Druig fell more and more. His thoughts captured by you, a mortal girl he had fallen ever so gracefully for. As a year went by and Druig found himself lucky enough to now be able to call you his, the haunting knowledge of his eternal life taunted him. You spoke about the future so hopeful, moving in together, gaining a small family, growing old together. Druig couldn't give you that and it was killing him.

The boy was sprawled across your sofa, mindlessly observing some braindead reality tevelvison which played. Though, at that moment, they were only images to him as his head went through all them thoughts again. And the more he thought on it, the more he longed to tell you the truth. Even if it pained you to hear, if it was so unbelievable to you, and even if it was the cause of you leaving him, Druig wanted you to have that choice.

"You want a drink?" You questioned to the boy as you walked from your office, making your way towards the coffee maker that sat waiting for you on the kitchen counter.

Druig shot his head around to catch your gaze. "Huh?" He spat out, obviously having been too deep in thought to have processed your words.

A grin pull at your lips as you settled on Druig's ever so curious expression. You dragged yourself from the open kitchen towards where the brunette was laid, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he turned to you, inches from one another. "I said: do you want a drink?" You spoke with a smile which wasn't returned.

"Erm, sure." The boy uttered out.

You didn't questions his sudden lack of emotion, instead, you glanced to the TV, brow raised in confusion. "Didn't know you were one for the Kardashians." You remarked as you unlinked your arms from him and strolled back over to the kitchen counters, grabbing two mugs.

"I'm not." Druig had stated, searching for the remote, switching it over to some nature channel.

You giggled at the boy's almost outburst, pushing it to the back of your mind as you flicked at the machine. Druig glanced back at you, then back at the TV, sighing at his thought which urged him to drag himself from the sofa. He said nothing as he came around to you, his arms cupping around your waist, chin dropping to your shoulder.

"I need to talk to you about something." He said. His words so dull it had almost had you concerned.

You'd wiggled your eyebrows back at him, "What a coincidence? So do I."

Druig's brows furrowed, he retracted his arms from you as he shifted, leaning against the counter next to you as to see your full expression. "You first."

Then you had looked away. Mind suddenly overthinking all of this - no matter how many times you had gone over your head at night about it. You shrugged back at your boyfriend as if to warn him your suggestion was to be taken lightly. "I just think that maybe, if you wanted to of course, things would be easier if we both lived in one house. We wouldn't have to be going back and fourth." You explained, swallowing as you couldn't quite work out the expression which stared back at you. Maybe thoughtful? Defeated? You weren't quite sure. "We'd see more of each other as well." You added, with a forced smile.

Druig brushed his hand across your cheek, letting it settle there for a moment. "That sounds really nice." He commented when all his mind was doing was screaming at him, reminding him that this was another step that would be harder for you to back out of if you ever found out that dating an immortal being wasn't for you.

Another step closer to something Druig couldn't give you.

"Yeah?"

The boy had nodded, "Yeah."

You waited a moment, engulfed in the comfort which was Druig. "What was it you wanted to talk about?" You then asked with a quirk of a brow.

He thought about it. To say it there and then, but the idea of ruining that loving smile which plastered itself across your lips had Druig caught. "Just how beautiful you are."

Another time, he told himself.

August, 2022 Rome, Italy

You had spent so many nights wishing for a week like this one. Strolling through European streets, all different spices filling your scent and tourist attractions which weren't quite the same just from a laptop screen. You indulged everything bit of it. All at Druig's wish.

He had been the one to plan the whole trip, to watch you on your birthday as you unwrapped the two plane tickets, brows knitted. But it had been worth all of it as he looked passed the tranquil scenery, the once in a lifetime kind of setting, to capture a glimpse your smile. The way your expression was painted in nothing but astonishment as you passed the locations you had only read about, or watched in movies.

But this week had been the week where his thoughts screamed at him louder than ever. At home, Druig could push them away. But here, as he faced the mirror in the hotel bathroom, starring back at himself, he knew he couldn't keep his immortally much of a secret anymore. With a huff, the boy dragged himself from the bathroom, catching you as you laid gently against the bed, book in hand. He swore you had never looked as beautiful as you did then.

So deep into the book in fact, you hadn't even acknowledge Druig as you normally did. "Y/n," He called in the bathroom doorway as he watched you, eyes scanning across the pages in front of you.

"Hmh?" You responded, mindlessly, most of your attention caught on the words you read.

Druig's smile faltered as he crawled over to his side of the bed, slipped his hands around the book and took it from your attention. Before you were able to object or say anything, Druig spoke. "I need to tell you something." He started. "Something I should have told you a long time ago in fact."

Your brows furrowed and you couldn't help the laugh which escaped your voice at how serious the boy seemed to have become. "Jesus what is it?" You almost giggled out. The boy took a hold of your hands, his silence having abolished your grin as you started back blankly, waiting for him to speak. "Druig?"

He shook his head out from his thoughts, glancing back up at you. "Sorry, there's-" He cut himself off. "It's a lot to take in."

You sent him a comforting smile, cupped his cheeks in your hands. "There's nothing you can tell me which is going to change my opinion on you." Druig held in his scoff, he'd like to remind you of that after he told you who he was, what he had done. Or, more significantly, what he hadn't done.

Still, he went with it. "I'm not who you think I am. A few, a good few, years ago, me and others of my kind came to Earth. They called us the Eternals." You stared back at the boy, gripping onto his every word as your mind searched as to what this was about. "It was our job to keep humans safe from what we called deviants."

You shook your head lightly as you listened, thinking you would have known about some deviant creature of which were attacking humans. "What do you mean by a good few years?" You queried.

Druig almost didn't want to answer. "Hundreds, thousands, centuries."

You'd never started back so blankly, so bewiled by this person (who you believed to know as well as yourself) wasn't as truthful as you were led to think. "How are old even are you?" You then asked.

"I'm not sure exactly." Druig had almost laughed.

"What am I then?" You couldn't help but let them words slip from your tongue. "Just another human for you to entertain yourself with for a few measly years?" You were snapping at him now. As much as you hated to, this was what your mind restored to.

Druig had never shook his head so quickly, reaching out to brush his thumb against your cheek. "No, God, of course not." Yet still, you slipped from his hold and pulled yourself from the bed, standing as close to the wall as you were able to.

"How could I believe you?"

Short answer was, you couldn't. Druig had lied a bigger lie that any cheater or any manipulator and this hole only seemed to be getting deeper. "You just have to trust me." A phrase of which urged you to scoff. A deserved scoff, Druig knew that well.

"So I'm not just one of hundreds? You really expect me to think that I am first, out of all your years on Earth, you haven't loved until me?" You were yelling now. Your words harsh and loud enough to possibly prompt the room next door to start banging down your throats if you continued.

"Yes!" Druig snapped, not having realised his answer was just that. He knew it truth but there was no way he could be able to show you so too. "I know you have no reason to believe me but it's true." He paused as he stared at you, a strangers eyes seeming to stare back at him. "If it wasn't, why would I go through the hassle of telling you this? Ruining everything we have?" Druig stopped once more, as he softened his voice, taking a cautious step closer to you. "I'm giving you the truth because I love you and you deserve to know."

"I erm-" You stumbled across your words, your mind hardly able to string all this information together. "I need a minute."

Before Druig could even realise, you had rushed from the hotel room and he stood ever so alone in a cold empty place.

It must have only been 10 minutes - if that. But they felt like the longest 10 minutes of Druig's very long life. Just waiting. Not sure as to whether you were even going to show your face after what he had said. Maybe you decided it was best not to, maybe you didn't want to continue what you had, maybe you just wanted to leave Druig completely. And that certainly was haunting Druig as he waited.

He'd resulted to picking at your book, an old piece of literature the boy recalled reading when it first released. He flicked through a few of the pages, longing for you back by his side.

That never came.

Instead, his phone rang.

He swiped answer, wanting it to be nothing but something quick. Druig wasn't sure if he regretted answering. Had he not done so, he would have last a few more moments not having to mourn your death.

September, 2022 New York

Druig didn't dare let his hand fall from your gravestone, his finger tips almost gripping onto what he had left of you.

They told him it had been a drunk driver and her lack of concentration. You hadn't looked, they came speeding, bashing against your body. The doctors told him there had been no way in which they were able to save you. Within an instant, the life literally was shook from your body, until you were nothing but limp.

And now not a strangers eyes, not the girl he was pinning for, not his girlfriend, not the one person he loved most, but a gravestone was staring back at Druig.

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luniellar · 2 years

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how about the prompt of the reader wanting to celebrate druig so she picks a date to be his birthday to surprise him with a dinner and thoughtful gift and he’s so bashful but tries to hide it? i love love your stuff! ❤️❤️

Happy Birthday - Druig X Human!Reader

warnings: fluff so prepare your hearts yall

notes: cute amusement park druig, mentions of bday.... suit?

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“Please, pretty please?” You begged with a pout and Druig frowned.

“I am not putting that on,” he replied with disgust as he waved the Mickey Mouse ears headband in your hands.

You pointed to the rose gold sequin mouse ears on your head that he bought for you when you guys arrived at the amusement park. “You are going to make me wear this all day and you refuse to try it on?”

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss on your forehead. “But, you look so cute with it.”

You blushed as the heat rose to your cheeks, but you didn’t let that distract you from the mission. “Fine, just try it on and I won’t mention it again.”

Druig sighed as he grabbed the black mouse ears with a red bow in the middle from your hand and awkwardly placed it on his head. You grinned as he fixed his chestnut brown hair around the headband. While he was distracted, you quickly grabbed your phone and took a photo.

“Hey,” he said as he reached for your phone. You quickly tucked it into your back pocket and he naturally followed it, pressing close to your body in the process. Reaching up, you took the mouse ears off his head and tossed his hair back in place.

You felt his eyes and he watched you intently. When you tried to pull away to put the ears back, he pressed you against the display wall.

“Can I claim my birthday gift now?” He asked.

There was nothing you wanted more than to melt into his arms and kiss him deeply, but your eyes caught random stares in the background of the store. You cleared your throat and reluctantly pushed him away. “We didn’t even get to what I wanted to show you, come on.” This was a family-friendly amusement park after all.

You walked with Druig until you reached the Avengers campus side of the park. Two little kids in Spiderman and Captain America costumes ran between you guys as they waved their toy shield and web-slinger in the air. You glanced up at Druig who was busy looking around and taking it all in. You reached for his hands and led him through the crowds.

When you reached the Ancient Sanctum, you found a seat to where the character meet and greets were going to start. He sat quietly next to you observing kids and parents, even young adults all crowding the stage area.

“What are we all waiting for?” He whispered and at the exact moment, the crowd went wild as phones came out of pockets all wanting a picture.

The Eternals actors walked onto the stage waving at the fans and you watched Druig as he tried to understand what was going on. Then the actor playing Druig got up on stage and waved at the crowd and you heard him chuckle. “Is that supposed to be me?”

The actors signed autographs and interacted with the fans as you guys watched from afar. When you first learned that Druig was an Eternal, you had to accept the fact that there were many things that you will never understand or grasp.

He was a modern god with immortality, powerful strength and high intelligence, but he still showed empathy for humans, even love. You wanted to bring him here so he could see what the humans thought of the Eternals. You wanted to show him that we weren’t all just filled with greed, self-entitlement and selfishness.

“Druig is my favorite!” A kid exclaimed in front.

“Doesn’t he just control people with his mind? That’s boring!” Another boy, who looked like his friend, replied. “Look at Ikaris! He shoots lasers from his eyes!”

“Druig doesn’t just do that, stupid. And he doesn’t control people’s minds, he can control the god’s mind too.”

You heard Druig stifle a laugh next to you. “Smart kid,” he whispered into your ears.

“Still lame!” The Ikaris fan replied. “I’ll be Ikaris and you can be Druig and let’s see who wins!”

“Deal!” The boys ran off to the corner to settle their argument.

"Spoilers, Druig wins," he muttered and you smiled. You rested your head on Druig’s shoulders as you both tuned out the world outside your little bubble here.

After 30 minutes, the actors headed out and the crowd started to dissipate. You guys sat in silence enjoying the beautiful California weather as the sun started to set in the distance.

“We still have a dinner to catch as a part of your birthday celebration,” you replied and he nodded.

Dinner was at a small restaurant that you visited with him many times before. Druig ordered the one dish that he always loves and when they overheard that it was his birthday, they brought us extra items from the menu. The older couple also demanded that we sing a birthday song so we sang happy birthday to Druig with a small chocolate cake they baked just for him.

Full and happy, you and Druig walked down the street with your hand in his. When you started getting cold, he put your hands in his leather jacket pockets. He was also smiling more than usual and you could sense that he was in a good mood since you guys left the amusement park.

“Thank you for today,” he said, gently squeezing your hand in his pockets.

You smiled at him. “Happy birthday.”

“I don’t think I ever celebrated my birthday like that before. It was my first time having people sing me happy birthday. It’s very strange."

You stopped in your tracks, pulling him along with you. “What?”

He shrugged. “I never knew my birthday. You were the one who picked a random day to celebrate it.”

“Everyone has a birthday, even genetically engineered beings.” You replied and he looked bashfully away at the floor. “I’m making the executive decision that we are going to celebrate your birthday every year on this day and you are going to celebrate it with me, whether you like it or not.”

He looked up smiling at you. “I love you.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you teased.

“There’s nothing else I want more.”

“I can’t create a star or a galaxy in your name, but I can show you how humans love. And we love really, really hard,” you smiled at him.

“I know from personal experience,” he whispered and pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back with your heart on your sleeve, you didn’t care if it was desperate or needy because you were. You longed for his love as he longed for yours.

“Do I get a birthday suit for my birthday?” He asked when he pulled away and you laughed.

“For someone who doesn’t know about birthdays, you sure know about a lot of birthday suits.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s my birthday,” he nudged and you tiptoed and kissed him on his cheeks.

“Birthday suit is the last gift,” you winked.

Before you could take another step, he picked you up effortlessly and cradled you safely in his arms. “Let’s go home,” he smiled.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed anon! I really wanted this date to be special for someone like Druig who can technically have anything in the world if he wanted it. Also thank you for enjoying my other stories too!

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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In your Mind (Druig/Reader)

Druig (Eternals) x Female Reader

Word count: 1k

Rated: Explicit

CW: Smut. Druig is controlling the mind of Reader, in a consensual power exchange, but can read as dubious consent for obvious reasons.

Note: this is just pure indulgent sweet smut with Druig

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Gif by @luke-skywalker

“Do you trust me?” Druig asks between two kisses on the delicate skin of your neck. “With my life,” you breathe against the shell of his ear.

It would be hard to tell otherwise anyway, considering that you’ve already led him to your bed, that you’ve bared yourself in front of him, that you’re currently under him, his muscular body crushing you into the mattress in the most delicious way. Him, a freaking god, this immortal being who could just make the whole humanity stop in its tracks if he wishes so. You, a simple girl, not a drop of magical blood, no memories older than a couple decades. He has seen civilizations rise and fall, has fought a thousand battles, has loved a hundred times. You have known only a few heartbreaks, have spoken a single language, haven't seen death yet.

Sometimes he envies you. Your youth, your eagerness to discover everything the world has to offer when he has already been in every corner of this earth. Your hunger for life, your innocence. He feels young again with you. He knows he will lose you. There is no cure for time. Well, maybe there is, if not in this universe then in the next, but he doesn’t want to spend your life trying to save it. He wants to cherish every moment by your side, and truth be told they’re even more precious because you will never be the same, every second in your arms could be the last. And it makes him feel small for once, makes him feel uneasy and weak for the first time in centuries. It’s intoxicating. He feels human.

“ Do you trust me? ” The reality is he’s the one who needs to trust you for what comes next. And he does. He trusts your heart, and he trusts your words. He knows you don’t say things you don’t mean. “Your power, does it hurt?” You had asked once. No, it doesn’t. Doesn’t physically hurt him. Doesn’t hurt the recipient. Unless he makes them inflict pain to themselves, of course. But his whole life, he has mainly used his gift in violent situations. To stop a war. Or to start one. For his own pleasure? For someone else’s? Not really.

“It doesn’t scare me, you know?” You had added. And it threw him off balance, because all he had known was reverence at best, pure terror at worst. While you just seemed curious, attracted to it, interested in more ways than one.

“ Do you trust me? ” You understand what he wants the moment he asks. There is a shiver of anticipation when he makes you move on top of him, so you can watch yourself in the big mirror hung above the headboard. You look at him, all alabaster skin taut over lean muscles, hair black like night, the charming angles of his boyish face, a stark contrast with the old soul of his eyes. The cerulean blue of his irises begins to turn gold, and you give him a subtle nod, a final encouragement before closing your eyes. You remember what he instructed. Exhale . Suddenly, it’s like you’re not the only one controlling your body. You’re there, you can feel what happens around you, feel the desire pooling in your belly, feel his hot length hard against your thigh. But you’re not in control anymore. You blink and you’re face to face with your reflection in the mirror. There is gold in your eyes too now.

“Fuck. You look hot like this.” Druig says, almost breathless. Seeing you with the mark of his magic, it’s awakening something in him. He wants to be one with you, he craves it, he needs it.

You’re sinking on him under his command, offering no resistance, just like when he penetrated your thoughts a few seconds ago. The way you open to him, letting him nestle in the most secret parts of you, literally all of you, it’s making him crazy. He makes you move slowly at first, and he’s glad he knows you well enough to have you act for your pleasure. He orders you to drop a hand between your legs, and your fingers start rubbing at the bundle of nerves, just above where you’re connected. He tries his best to mimic the way you do it when you're alone in the dark. Tries his best to hold you steady above him, as he’s already losing his head with how good you feel around him, how soft you are inside. Body and Mind.

“ Do you trust me? ” Your body is in his hands-literally and metaphorically. But you’re not a puppet or a toy, it’s more like you’re a dancer and he’s playing a tune you have to follow. And right now, you can’t resist his voice. You don’t want to resist his voice. Because the music echoing between your ears is too beautiful to not wanna dance, and the pleasure pulsing in your veins is an endless crescendo. You’re rolling your hips with determination, but it’s not like those other times you were in charge. Your legs are moving on their own, so are your arms, no matter if the ecstasy is becoming so much it’s deafening. You blink again and there is gold in his eyes. He’s making you watch him, and his whole face seems to shimmer with the sparks of some ancient sun. He’s close, but so are you again. You’re too much for him and he’s not sure he will be able to keep on without fraying at the edge, without crumbling inside of your brain - not that he would mind staying there. He grabs your hand, the one already at work between your legs, and he presses, hard, grounding your fingertips against your sensitive flesh. Stars burst behind your eyelids, you’re going blind as well as you’re going deaf, coming with him in a cry you can’t hear.

“ Do you trust me? ” The gold is gone. His skin burns under your fingertips when you reach to remove the curls stuck on his forehead. It’s weird to be once more the master of your own body. Like you have to learn how to move all over again. You’re really a lamb, who willingly sacrificed themself to a god. Except you feel more alive than ever. Maybe Druig did leave a spark of his in your brain, a fraction of the power who has created whole galaxies now coursing in your blood.

“ Do you trust me? ” You did and you will again. And again.

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asgardwinter · 2 years

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Refuge

summary | After so much you both endured in this very long existence, all you need is a refuge.

pairing | Loki x eternal!fem!Reader

warnings | eternals spoilers, a little bit of angst, fluff, idiots in love (these powerful people like complicating things)

word count | 1,4k

author’s note | so I saw this amazing Druig x Asgardian!Reader fic and thought about doing the reverse (Loki x eternal!reader) and I wanted to share the result with you guys!! tbh I’m thinking about returning to this pairing because they’re everything to me now…

Hope you like it too <3

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You were a happy person — if you could consider you a person.

Living for eternity was sometimes a huge burden but you made it work.

Before Loki you only felt like you belonged somewhere the years you were side by side with the other eternals and the moment you parted your ways everything stopped making sense.

But you never expected to find anything like that, like him.

…

You met Loki for the first time when he came to Earth with some other asgardian gods. With both groups being nearly immortals it was easy to live with them during the time they stood between you in Norway.

Loki was younger than you, still hadn’t seen as much as you saw in your days but you got along just well. He was a surprisingly great listener, loving the stories you told from since you could remember you existed and mourned the memories you didn’t have of your home. You listened to his problems too, so carefully and thoughtfully that sometimes Loki thought it all couldn’t be true to be that lucky.

“Doesn’t it feel weird?” Loki asked during one day you escaped to admire the sunset.

The spot was chosen because there wasn’t a soul near there — and because of the absolutely breathtaking view, but the first reason was more important.

“What?” You looked in his eyes with confusion.

“I feel like I know you for so long but it’s only been two months.”

“It’s weird.” You agreed, but the smile on your lips didn’t falter. “But it feels right too, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does.”

The familiar way his hand fit in yours and how it was so natural for them to tangle together, the ease you brought to him with something as simple as a little wink, the incredibly comfortable silence you stood in sometimes and long nonsense conversations were all things you’d keep in your heart forever.

It was funny to see how you had an eternity to live but sometimes things could happen so fast it left you dizzy. Two months were nothing to you and now they carried some of the moments you most cherished.

Loki made you forget you were only on Earth for sometime, that you’d return to Olympia, your home, once your mission was accomplished. You always looked forward to that day but now, after those fourteen days by his side, you were not so sure.

“It really does.” Loki said one more time, making you turn your head in his direction.

Your lips were closer than you could have predicted, only millimeters apart. The immediate response was to lean in even closer, so close that they touched very lightly. The lightness was brief as after some seconds you slid closer to Loki with your arm around his neck. His hands were quick to find your waist and pull you against him, only making you feel even more consumed by him and his presence.

You pulled away after sometime, his black hair considerably disheveled and yours were not in a much better state.

It was magical, the way the golden light reflected in his green eyes and how they looked at you like you were everything, your mind was parted between wanting to lean in and lose yourself in that kiss one more time and only stay there looking at him.

You watched the sunset together at that hidden place every day during those months he stayed on Earth and you never thanked the world more for the lack of rain — even if you were sure it would be as special as it was even with the grey clouds and water pouring down.

And when it was time to leave you both knew there was love, you just didn’t say the words.

…

You allowed the centuries to pass like they were nothing.

Right after Loki left the eternals were no longer together, your family fell apart and all you wanted to do was hide far away at the same intensity you wanted to try to fix it, but you couldn’t.

You spent long years isolated from the world, the only person you saw was Ajak from time to time and it was only for her to see if you were still alive.

The loneliness found you and you decided to try to live among the humans as the others were doing. You never got in touch with Loki, not knowing how to do it and lacking the courage, the same you lacked the day Loki went back to his home.

You should’ve said what you feel.

“Earth wasn’t made for you and him to live together,” your mind came up with this excuse and something made you believe it. You couldn’t be that lucky after all, finding eternal love, not even Ikaris and Sersi had that so why would you?

Eternity was a burden.

You had a pretty good memory but you couldn’t remember all of your different identities even if someone offered you deepest wish as a reward. Too many pieces all reunited in one being and in the end all you wanted to do was to have him by your side.

…

When you two saw each other again things were much more complicated than that first perfect time, but you’d thank forever whatever brought you two back together.

Asgard had just been destroyed and the people that survived were trying to adapt to the new planet. You were living close to New Asgard, close to your spot, and had absolutely no idea about the Norwegian city.

You decided to remember the good old days, to visit your spot once again even if it was without him, you never expected to find Loki already there. He wasn’t waiting for you, he was there to remember it too.

You were so sure you were dreaming because there was no way that was true.

“Loki?” You called him.

He looked back at you with wide eyes and it was the moment you considered that being true. But how? After so much time could it be that simple?

“How?” He went right to the point, stealing the question from your head.

You just ignored the question, stepping forward and wrapping your hands around him tightly. Surprise took control of him at first, but as soon as he processed the occurrence Loki hugged you back.

“I don’t think it matters.” You whispered against him. “I love you.” Those three words ran out of your mouth faster than you could imagine.

“And I love you.” Loki said, kissing the crown of your head.

And it was like all that time separating you never existed, because it was just you and him in the hug, all the stuff that hovered above you stopped existing in those minutes.

Because it was just you and Loki.

…

six months later…

You got home earlier than you expected, carrying with ease all the bags filled with food. The moment you saw him pouring tea in two cups you were sure he looked at the window just to see if you were near the house.

“Why took you longer this time, my love?” Loki asked with concern.

The bags were left on the counter and you started to put everything into the cabinets, that went really fast given how used to it you were.

“Just got distracted on the way.” You said. “Let’s say that we always have a lot to think about.” He laughed at your remark, but it made some sense.

“So here’s something to make you stop thinking this much.” Loki smiled, handing you the warm cup and bopping your nose.

He gestured to the porch with his head and the following steps were so familiar you could do it with your eyes closed. Loki grabbed the thick warm blanket thrown on the sofa and you opened the door for him, always taking care to not spill the tea on the ground or in his own clothes.

The wooden chair was big enough for the both of you - clearly something premeditated from the beginning. So the two of you placed the cups on the small table and sat together. Loki extended the blanket above you both, you sitting more on his lap than the chair was nothing new.

It was the perfect timing to see the sunset, the same one from all those centuries ago. You saw it so frequently and it never got less special.

Never.

“I love you.” You whispered against the crook of his neck. “You know that right?”

Kissing your temple you could feel Loki smile. “And I hope you never forget that I love you.”

And you two might call that hidden house a refuge, but the true haven was there snugged in each other's arms.

No “prince of Asgard” and “the eternal”.

Just you and Loki.

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