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avvail-whumps · 3 months

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to elaborate on the last anon: i'm curious to see how roy would treat leo while prepping for being in hiding (like dying their hair, during car rides, etc) and then also once they're all settled in

“Close your eyes, lion.”

The sharp command made Leo obey almost immediately, swallowing down the intense fear when the mercenary’s hands pushed him down over the sink, not kind nor gentle in the slightest. His mind automatically let out a cruel ‘can you blame him?’ and it only broke him further.

The luke warm water ran over his head, and he felt Roy’s fingers dragging through his hair without a care for his comfort, roughly scrubbing the dye from his locks. He bit the inside of his cheek, not daring to even let a single noise slip from his lips.

Roy had barely spoken any words to him.

Not during the car journey, not even as they found themselves in this strange place. They’d wandered into a completely normal shop, but the mercenary had gone straight for the man behind the counter.

They’d exchanged a few words, something about a TV? It was all gibberish and code to Leo, and the man behind the counter had suddenly turned very serious, leading them down under the shop.

Now he was here - darkening his hair until had turned a dark brown.

When Roy released him, Leo fumbled with stinging water in his eyes, wincing when a towel was thrown at him. He grasped it with shaking hands, desperately scrubbing the water that got in his eyes. He heard a new pair of footsteps, cracking an eye open to see the man behind the counter walking down the stairs.

He barely looked Leo’s way, opting to approach Roy instead.

“We’ve got two and a half hours tops,” the man told him, his voice low. Leo could feel his hair dripping, and scrambled to dry his it before it got everywhere. Roy kicked open a folded chair, sitting down on it with a curt sigh. Leo tried not to look.

“I know, Gary,” he responded, his voice tight. “I’m keeping an eye on the clock. Do you have everything ready?”

The man – Gary – nodded, his expression stern. “Everything’s set up. Just need the pictures and I’ll give you those plane tickets.”

Leo’s stomach twisted into a painful knot. Plane tickets? He suddenly felt very sick. That meant they could be going anywhere in the world, and no one would be able to find him. He really might never see his father after finally being reunited.

A sharp snap caught his attention, his eyes obediently darting to Roy. Sure enough, the man was looking at him with those hardened eyes.

“Over here, lion.”

He grasped the towel, doing as he was told. Leo knows what doing the opposite had done for him - this. Seeing his father’s limp body in the hallway of their home, praying that he made a speedy recovery. He wondered what he was doing now. If Sharpe and Summers were looking for him. If they would ever find him again.

When he was close enough, Roy’s finger dug into the flesh of his forearm without a care, jerking him down to the floor by his feet. He was forced to sit, legs crossed, back to Roy as the mercenary shifted about, the chair creaking slightly.

Gary was watching intently, and it was making Leo nervous. Fingers combed back the damp hair, and the whir of a hairdryer picked up, warm air beginning to blow through his brown locks. Roy wasn’t particularly rough, and it was the nicest he had been since he came to the house to drag his lion back.

Gary was still staring at Leo. It seemed he was trying to get a guage of who he was, and finally, recognition flickered in his eyes, lip quirking with a twitch of a smirk.

“Ain’t he the one that you got in this mess?” Gary murmured, loud enough to be heard over the hairdryer. Leo kept his eyes to the ground, focusing on the feeling of the mercenary’s fingers combing through his hair. “Thought I recognised him from the trial.”

Roy didn’t say anything. He could sense he was still mad that he had succumbed to the pressure from the detectives and thrown him under the bus; it seemed his uncle was always going to pay the bail. He continued to dry Leo’s hair. Gary hummed at his reaction.

“I thought your uncle would have disposed of him.”

Leo’s nails dug into his palms, his expression twisted in discomfort.

“I convinced him not to,” Roy answered curtly, giving the secretary’s hair one last blow over before he was satisfied. The hairdryer was cut off. “For whatever reason, my uncle is fine keeping me happy.”

“Probably trying to sweeten you up,” Gary hummed. “He’ll want you back. I think he always has.”

The mercenary let out a bitter laugh. He rose from the chair, causing Leo’s head to tilt back in confusion, those big blue eyes staring at him quizzically. The mercenary motioned for him to sit on the chair, and he was quick to obey.

“My uncle practically left me to die,” Roy hummed, though his brow was raised languidly, like the topic of discussion didn’t bother him in the slightest. Gary moved behind the chair, tilting Leo’s head back a little bit so it was straight. He heard the snip of scissors. “I don’t need to owe him anymore than I already do for paying my bail.”

Leo wanted to shrink into a tiny ball, feeling Roy’s scrutinizing gaze piercing straight through him.

More snips. The secretary tried not to cry.

“If you say so,” Gary hummed quietly.

Sinking into his mind, Leo tried to focus only on the rhythmic snipping of the scissors, the comb through his hair, the fingers that weren’t intent on hurting him. He tried to pretend he was at the hairdressers, eyes closed as the therapeutic atmosphere overtook him, completely drowning in a reality that wasn’t his own.

When Gary finished, Leo’s eyes cracked open, mourning for a life he wouldn’t get. He wanted to believe that Roy would be kind to him again. Maybe he would, if Leo was good. He really hoped so.

His head felt lighter. His fingers ran over the back of his head, shocked by the lack of thickness he felt. It wasn’t crawling over his neck anymore, most of the loose, fluffy hair on the top, resting in curly loops. The shock must have been evident on his face, because the next thing he knew, Roy’s fingers were gently tapping his chin, tilting his head back.

Leo’s heart lurched into his throat. His skin burned from the contact.

The mercenary observed him for a long few seconds, before his lips finally quirked into a lazy smirk.

“It suits you, lion,” he purred, gently brushing his thumb under the mop of curls. Leo desperately, keenly, almost frantically leaned into the touch, relishing in the kind contact. Roy released a breathless chuckle. “More than I was expecting.”

If Roy liked it, so did Leo. He didn’t even have to see it.

Time passed by quickly enough - Gary took photos, even gave Leo coloured contacts so his eyes were a muddy brown. He gave them both a new ID, handing them over to Roy for him to glance over. He had hummed, smiling, holding the ID up and glancing at Leo.

“Oliver,” he hummed, tilting his head. “Ollie. I like it.”

Leo was picking at the clothes Gary had given him to put on, something baggy and warm. He’d fixed a snug hat on his head too, and Roy pocketed both ID’s, clearly not intent on trusting Leo to take his own. When he stepped up to him, he tried not to flinch back.

“You’ll be a good boy this time,” Roy whispered ever so quietly, just for him to hear, the trill of his low voice making his eyes flutter. “Won’t you?”

Leo desperately nodded his head. He didn’t want Roy to hate him. Didn’t want him to violate him and ignore him and drag him around like he used to. He just wanted everything to go back to normal, swept under the confines of his spell, and it was easy for those feelings of attachment to consume him.

“Yes,” he breathed, barely even able to get the words out. Leo hated that his eyes were filling with tears. He’d caused all this trouble, and for what? None of it had mattered. Roy was never going to let him go. Yet, that was something Leo wasn’t entirely upset over. “I’m sorry, Roy. I’m so sorry.”

The mercenary cooed, stroking the soft skin of his cheek. “I was really hurt, you know.”

Leo hadn’t wanted that. He loved Roy — no, loves him. He never wanted the cold shoulder treatment again, lest it break his heart further than it already had.

“I love you,” Leo sniffled, melting into his embrace when the mercenary finally wrapped his arms around him, tucking him against his body. He slotted in so perfectly. “It was all my fault. I’m so sorry, I’m so...”

Leo’s trembling words were cut off with a kiss to his temple. He practically keened.

“No more groveling. We have a plane to catch soon.”

The mercenary’s thumb gently rubbed along the bottom of his lip, as if he was remembering what he’d forced Leo to do in the home he’d left behind. He briefly wondered if he regretted it.

Still, Leo nodded.

Roy’s eyes crinkled. “Good boy.”

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keep-the-wolves-close · 2 months

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Steady Heart

Chapter 28: Achilles Heel

* Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, angst

* Word count: 1,867ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all

Author's note: Okay, I lied. One more because I have an uneven number queued. Then I’ll follow the rules. Scouts honor lol. 🤓 Things are starting to ramp up, Kayce and Stella are finally coming back to some kind of normalcy. It’s been rough, but we’ll get there. Also, this is shorter than normal, but it worked well for splitting these events up. I hope y’all don’t mind, I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well!

“What! You told me you ran into him!” Ryan cried out.

“Okay I bent the truth! I’m sorry. I knew if I told you that 30 minutes ago, you would have burnt the whole state of Montana to the ground!” She defended herself.

All the men moved closer to her instinctually. Rip started in on her hard. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me when I picked you up?!”

“Because I wanted to tell everyone all at once, Rip!” Was he even listening?

He came back at her even angrier. “Bullshit! Were you gonna say anything at all?!”

“Yes! My god! I’m here aren’t I?”

Kayce targeted her next. “You’re only here because your brother and I made sure you’d come talk to my dad.”

John interrupted. “All of you quit!” He locked in on Stella. “What did he want?”

“I asked him and he said something about liking my property, yadda yadda, and got insulted when I asked who he was again and told me I work for a ranch that has started to annoy people. Then read me like an open book almost to every little detail about my life.” Stella crossed her arms and shook her leg. The memory of Malcolm’s unnaturally blue eyes staring into hers as he recited her information sent a chill up her spine.

“I told him I wasn’t interested in anything he had to offer. He said I was a soft spot for people here, which I beg to differ,” she focused on the floor, “but whatever. Then he said he would be seein’ me real soon. Whatever that means.” She looked back up at John and shrugged.

“So long story short, what I wanted to say was, I’m not sure Jenkins is our culprit for those cows being dead. Somethin’ about Malcolm and his brother doesn’t sit straight with me. He was fishin’ for somethin’, but I don’t know what.” Her cheeks were flushed by the time she was finished. Stella felt like she was on trial. Especially with the way everyone just looked at her angrily and didn’t say anything. “You can choose to believe me, or not, but I’m tellin’ you right now somethin’ ain’t right.”

“Damn it.” John looked to his son. “Kayce, what did you find out from Jenkins?”

Kayce watched Stella, who focused on John. She turned her body to face the patriarch, trying to pretend she was anywhere but in the room with them. He announced. “Wasn’t Jenkins.”

Rip mumbled a cuss to himself. That meant they were dealing with a different player; and that player was bigger, and seemingly interested in Stella.

“How do we know it wasn’t him?” John asked.

“I looked him in the eye and it wasn’t him.” Kayce made direct eye contact with his dad.

“I can also attest that he wouldn’t know the first thing about cows or how to kill them.” Stella added.

She finally locked eyes with Kayce. He looked tired. “You okay?” Everyone could tell there was something deeper behind her question. Even though it seemed like she wanted to be out of any room Kayce was in.

“It went fine.”

Stella scowled at him for ignoring her actual question.

“Let me talk to my son please.” John excused the three of them. Stella wasn’t sure what was going on, but if it meant she could escape, she’d take it.

Kayce stayed behind to talk to his father. At first they talked about something Kayce had done in war that had changed him forever. His heart raced just reliving the memory. If he could go back and have it happen differently, he would in a heartbeat. Kayce wanted to leave, but John stopped him.

“What’s going on with you and Stella?”

Kayce sighed. “Nothing dad.”

“Her looking like she was about to claw her way out of the window to get away when you went in on her says otherwise.” John leaned back against his desk smugly. He was almost certain he knew what was coming.

“There is nothing going on between Stella and I. Nothing.” He tried to be stern in his answer to get his dad to stop asking. He was confused as to what was going on himself. He had fucked up. Simple as that.

John stayed quiet and examined his son. Kayce’s face was flushed, and his voice let John know he was confused. If he didn’t know any better, he would say Kayce looked like he was going to panic. He looked like he was in love. That’s how he had looked when he found Evelyn.

Kayce couldn’t take the silence any longer. “Okay fine! We slept together. So what?”

‘Ah. There it was.’ John thought to himself as he breathed out a chuckle. This wasn’t when or how he thought this conversation would come up, but he knew it would cross him one day. “And when was that?”

Kayce looked down. “A few days ago.” He refused to tell his father that it was more than once.

“And you just got back from visiting with Monica? Now I understand why she wanted to leave so badly.” John worked out. He watched as his son squirmed. “How did things go with Monica, by the way? Especially with this new,” there was no real way for him to say this delicately, “development.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it dad.”

“But you’re gonna have to sooner or later.”

“She wants a divorce.”

“What for?”

“A lot of things.”

John crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do, son? Because that woman out there has stood behind you through thick and thin. Even after you broke her, she still made sure you were okay. Didn’t like that you ignored her actual question, but she still did it.”

Kayce got frustrated and slammed his hand against the door. “I don’t know! On one hand Monica is my wife, the mother of my son, the lov—,” he stopped himself. He didn’t know if he was choked up, or if he couldn’t actually bring himself to say it.

“— But?” John interrupted.

“I don’t know, dad. I just — I don’t know.”

Making it to the door, Stella started to pick up her pace. She thought she was home free when her feet hit the porch. She would have been if Rip’s rough hand didn’t grab her elbow. Her shoulders sagged. “Listen I know you’re both angry I didn’t tell you right away, but can one more person not be mad at me today?” She looked down at the floor of the porch. “I have Ryan double mad at me, you, probably Mr. Dutton. Kayce and I are weird right now…,” she trailed off. The list could go if she thought about it hard enough.

“Yeah we noticed.” Ryan informed her crossing his arms.

Stella pulled her lips in. She hoped she had hidden it better than that. ‘Great.’

“Was it really that noticeable?”

Ryan scoffed. “You looked like you wanted to be anywhere but where Kayce was.”

“You didn’t wanna be around him the other night. You were upset about somethin’.” Rip started to put two and two together out loud for Ryan. He didn’t want to be the one to spill the beans. “Somethin’ about you broke your own heart.”

“I was really hoping that you wouldn’t have remembered that.”

“What happened between you two?” Ryan asked. Stella remained quiet with her lips pulled in. “C’mon Stell. You gotta lay it out there at some point.”

She looked out along the dark horizon line and wished she could shrink herself. It was embarrassing enough to have the thoughts run through her own head, let alone say them out loud. Especially to her brother and a man she considered a brother.

“I thought something might have changed between us, but it didn’t. I was just a hopelessly hopeless romantic caught up in my own delusion.” She moved her hands in a ‘giving up’ motion. Her voice came out more quietly than before. “It doesn’t matter.” She stepped toward the stairs. “Can we be done here? Please?”

Kayce came out of the house looking flustered. His gaze landed on Stella and both of them seemed to stop breathing. “Can I talk to you?”

Stella breathed in. “I mean, no,” she blew the breath out, “but you’re gonna keep tryin’ until I let you. So I guess.” She crossed her arms and looked at the other two men. “Can you guys give us a minute? I’ll be right behind you.”

Ryan stepped forward and Rip reached out to stop him from getting too close. He threatened the man responsible for hurting his sister. “You hurt her even more, and everything else you’re going through will be the least of your worries.” Rip grabbed his shoulder to direct him to the horses.

Stella watched them trot off. Ryan gave her one last look and she nodded to him. It was quiet behind her, and she was half expecting Kayce to be gone when she turned around. Holding her head as high as she could, she pivoted around to face him. She fixed her glasses and sniffed. “Well, let’s have it.”

Kayce got a good look at her face. She looked humiliated. He had hurt her badly. He was afraid it was past the point of repair. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too Kayce.” She looked down, sullen.

“I shouldn’t have come onto you like that. We shouldn’t have done it at all. I ruined a perfectly good friendship.”

“Yeah I know it was a mistake. Is that all you wanted to say? Because I could live without the embarrassment of hearing, let's just pretend this never happened.”

“No. I wanted to tell you Monica and I decided to co-parent, but we can’t go back to each other.”

“Okay that’s great, but now I feel dirty. Like I was just a distraction, which I mean I was. A distraction for you at my expense. I just don’t know if I can get past that.”

Unbeknownst to the two of them, John had snuck out onto his porch to hear how this would play out.

Kayce started, “I understand, but—,” and Stella interrupted him.

“— Do you really have any grounds to stand on to place a ‘but’ in there? I was blinded by the feelings I’ve had for you since we were kids and somehow, whether you realized it or not, you used it to your advantage.” Her eyes stung. “I thought I was always safe with you.” She said in a small voice. “And to find out I wasn’t, hurts. I let you past everything I had put up.” John tilted his head to the side. She had a point. “So I’m gonna go. I just wanna be left alone.” She spun around to make her way down to the bunkhouse.

Kayce stood there defeated. He knew he’d fucked up big time. If she ever talked to him again, he would be surprised. He heard footsteps on the porch. He turned and saw his dad.

“So how are you gonna make this right, son?”

“I’m gonna respect her and leave her be. I’ve already done enough damage.” He walked off and hopped in his truck.

#yellowstone #kayce dutton #yellowstonetv #luke grimes #ian bohen #ryan #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #kayce dutton fanfic

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macabrecake · 2 years

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THAT SENT TOO EARLY SEBIWBW7DB HELLO, CAKE, im invading your inbox to request a smol blurb of re6 Leon and fem! Reader where reader is a rookie and Leon is vv protective of them and when Leon thinks reader is accidentally killed but turns out to be okay, he kisses her or sumn idk im blushingbsjwbwebeu

HAHAHAHA HI LYN and oh shit oh my fucking god u H- You're an amazing writer I've been saying that since I first met you (Eros Trials bby godDAMN) so for you to send me an ask that's also RE6 Leon? AAAAA I'M DEADASS GOING TO PASS AWAY 😭 but I'm gonna try my best so here we go!

In the DSO, Leon is known as one of the best agents who gets his business done with complete professionalism, not without some slight snark on the side of course.

He's also kind of your bodyguard of some sort.

He still has no damn clue how you did it, though. After all, you're just a rookie who happened to take a shine to him. Following him around like a lost puppy that's so young, and bright, and eager to try your best. It's like looking at himself in his rookie years. Ok, sure he'll offer some sagely advice in the hopes you don't turn out like him.

And sure he'll accept your company, it's greatly appreciated on the days when work was slow anyways- maybe he'll wait a little until he knows it's you coming. Listening to the sound of your heels lightly tapping the floor along with your voice softly singing whatever tune is stuck in your head that day. But he never meant to get this attached.

Now it's meeting up for coffee on weekends just to chat about everything and nothing all at once. Now it's him stepping in as your shield when other co-workers try to shake you up just because you're the newbie. Now it's his heart stopping because he just watched your body fall limp.

"Y/N!"

God, why did he have to get so attached?

It was your first mission out in the field. You, Leon, and Helena just landed in China- more like crashed. Where you met up with Agent Sherry Birkin and Jake Muller. You've heard about Sherry before and was already aware of her and Leon's history as survivors of Raccoon City. Jake was new though, would've liked a more proper introduction if not for the sudden appearance of the Ustanok.

The behemoth had downed Helena and would've most definitely killed her if you didn't act fast. Before your brain could scream that this probably wouldn't be a wise choice, you gunned for it. Quickly climbing up it's back you start shooting, stabbing, kicking, anything that would buy her some time. It did work, a little too well. Helena managed to clear off but you weren't so lucky when the Ustanok grabs you and tosses you like you weighed nothing more than a bag of bread.

Your world blurs with the sudden velocity, everything too loud to focus on as the wind rushes past your ears, until your back harshly meets one of the shipping containers with a loud bang. Delivering you a stark contrast of sudden silence and darkness.

It's unclear how long you stayed like that until a deep, frantic voice pierces your unconscious veil. "Come on baby girl, get up..." Your body moves but you can't tell where or from what. "Don't do this to me- please!"

Your eyes flutter open with a groan as your hand comes up to hold your aching head, "Did anyone catch the number on that truck?" You weakly ask. Vision focusing on a familiar pair of deep, fear ridden, gorgeous blue eyes shrouded in shiny golden locks.

It sinks in now how close Leon is to you. You can feel his body heat as he holds your smaller frame snuggly against him. Shielding you once again but so much closer than normal. You're worried he's gonna be mad about your stunt and yell at you so you try to soften the blow with a timid, "I'm sorry."

What you get in response instead, is the agent's shoulders loosening up with a sigh of relief then-

Pure plush warmth and spearmint.

You don't get a chance to register or reciprocate the small, but passionate, kiss Leon lays to your lips before he's pulling away as gently as he gave it to you. Leaving you rather dumbfounded but holy FUCK are you fully awake now.

"Did you just...?" You start, hoping he'll answer for you. What you receive instead is Leon's usual little smirk as he stands up and offers a hand to help you up. "Maybe, but you mind holding that thought until we get out of this?"

You giggle and accept, letting him pull you up to your feet with ease and follow him back into the fray.

Your giddy little smile matching his.

#I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭#time management and I don't get along #but I hope you enjoy! <3 #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 6 #re6 leon #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n

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gomensbrainrotsyndrome · 3 months

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lover lover lover by leonard cohen?

I mostly tripped over these lines: ‘He said, "I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial / You can use it for a weapon or to make some woman smile"’

But meaning-wise it is gomensy, and overall i definitely see your vision. Good one!

#gomens brainrot syndrome

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queen-of-deans-booty · 9 months

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Dog Dean Afternoon: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: Something was taken from you, something so precious a mother should never have to lose. Then, you found something you’ve been searching for ever since your little angel was taken from you. Is this a new beginning or a fire waiting to burn?

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

The war room is silent except for Zeus' breathing. He is sitting by your side with his head perched in your lap. You're mindlessly petting his head with the occasional ear scratch. He looks up at you and tries to read your expression as if he could talk to you about it. Instead, he backs off you and jumps up so his face is next to yours. He licks your cheek twice, and you come back to reality.

"Hey, baby. I'm okay," you sigh and kiss his head a couple of times.

Maryann is six months old, and that would have meant Robert would have been six months. The hole where he should have been is still open and raw, but you're trying with each passing day to make it better. You can go inside his room and sit there in silence without having a complete breakdown, but it still hurts to think about him.

He could have had a life. He was supposed to live. Amara hasn't been present in your head or in your dreams since he died. It's hard to ever think about moving on, but maybe one day you will. Maybe one day you'll think of him and smile instead of cry.

Will you ever have a son?

"Are you okay?"

You look up and see Sam standing in the doorframe between the war room and the library. Zeus gets down and takes a seat to stay by your side. He rests his head on your lap, and you go back to petting his head.

"Yeah. Just thinking about Robert. I'm okay, though," you sigh softly.

"I miss him too," he says and takes a seat next to you.

Dean comes back from the hallway where Sam's room is since he got Kevin back from yet another weekend away to himself. Kevin deserves these breaks, but he's always getting hammered. Dean gave him the perfect hangover drink to sleep off the rest of the day.

"Man, that kid is gonna kill himself," Dean groans and sits down at the table.

"He'll be fine. I got something that's gonna get us back on the road."

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" you ask carefully.

"Why would I not be ready for that?"

"Aren't you kind of running on empty?"

"Yeah, but the last three nights straight, I had eight hours of shut-eye. For a hunter, that's like twenty. Trust me, Dean. I feel good."

"Well, that's great and all, James Brown, but you're still recovering from the trials. I think you ought to pace yourself, you know? I just want you back to your old self."

"I am, Dean. Look, Kevin's back on the heaven spell. Crowley's locked up. We should be out there doing what we do best." Dean still looks unsure, but only you know why. "You want to listen at least? A taxidermist named Max Alexander was mysteriously crushed to death. Nearly every joint in his body was dislocated with every bone broken. The poor guy is a human pretzel. You tell me what's got that kind of strength."

"A demonic luchador?" he jokes.

"The shop's a couple of hours away in Enid, Oklahoma. We should at least check it out. Unless there's some reason you think we shouldn't."

"I think Zeus should come with us. We're always keeping him here. What do you say, Zeus? You want to hunt with us?" He barks once, and you've decided on it. "Go get Joanna."

He perks up and runs out of the war room to grab Joanna.

"The Impala isn't big enough for everyone," Dean sighs.

"Then I guess it's time to take that family car I saw," you grin.

Dean isn't keen on leaving the Impala behind, but he'll be fine without it for a week. Once the kids are ready, you strap them into the back seat, leaving one seat for you. Sam and Dean pile into the front, and you move the back seat forward so Zeus can hop into the third back seat. This is perfect for your ever-growing family.

Sam was right; Enid, Oklahoma is only a few hours away from the Bunker. When you get there, you see the stuffed animals in the window. You're already creeped out by it, but you try not to think about it. You take Joanna out first before unhooking Maryann. You use the stroller for her since it's easier than carrying her. Joanna holds onto the stroller with one hand and holds her doll in the other. Zeus hops out without a leash because you know he will stay by your side and come when you call.

There is a sign outside the store that says "Mounted Treasure Taxidermy. Shipping & Receiving. Ext 1967" as well as "DIE SCUM" written in red paint. The painted "M" is a symbol of a dog's paw print in an inverted triangle. Sam thinks this is interesting enough to snap a photo of it, and then you three head inside.

"Well, the creep factor just skyrocketed," Dean mutters.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," the sheriff of this town holds up his hands to stop you.

"How are you? We're agents Michaels, Deville, and Rockett," Sam says, and all three of you flash your badges.

"This is no place for children," he says and looks at your little ones.

"And this is no place for your opinion," you say coldly. "Why don't you get on with the damn case?"

"The body's already been to the morgue," he sighs. "We're just wrapping it up with Dave Stephens. He's the one who discovered the body. It's such a shame. I used to go hunting with Max. He was a really good egg."

"We're sorry for your loss," Sam clears his throat.

"Do you mind showing my partner around? We just got a couple of questions for Mr. Stephens."

"Okay. Come on."

The Sheriff takes Sam off to the side, leaving you and Dean alone.

"That was hot, by the way," Dean whispers to you as he passes by you. All you can do is smirk and follow him. "Dave Stephens?"

"I just have a couple of questions for you if that's alright."

"I'll tell you whatever you need to know. Max was a real pal," Dave sighs sadly.

"Was he a hunting buddy?"

Zeus sniffs the ground and wanders off, but you call his name once. He immediately walks back to your side and sits down knowing he needs to be here next to you.

"Yeah, he was."

"What time did you discover the body?"

"About 9 am which is my usual pickup time. I come in every Wednesday and Sunday to collect the animal organs after Max would dig them out and worked his magic. He was a real artist, you know? Strange thing is, though, the bins were empty this morning."

"Why is that strange?" you ask.

"Well, because it's Sunday. Weekend hunts are pretty much a given in this neck of the woods, so they're usually chock-full of guts."

"Right. Is there any chance Max could have cleaned them out himself?"

"No, it's a biohazard. You can't just throw the stuff out. You have to burn it."

"Is there anything else missing from the shop?" Dean asks the Sheriff once he comes back with Sam.

"No. The register was full and the safe was intact. All of Max's trophies were still on the walls."

"Was there anyone else here when you showed up?" you ask Dave.

"No one besides The Colonel."

Right behind you is a German Shepherd who is getting a leash hooked onto his collar. He must have been Max's companion, and now that Max is dead, the dog is being taken to the shelter.

"Thank you. Excuse us." You three walk away from the two men just as the Colonel was being taken out to the car. "Okay, so we got a thief who's jonesing for animal parts, we got a pagan symbol, and we got a human pretzel."

"It sounds very witchy, but I wasn't able to find a hex bag."

"Alright, let's keep digging, but not here. I don't like the way that one's looking at me," Dean whispers as he stares at a taxidermied owl.

It's not hard to get a motel room around these parts, and as soon as you pay for it, Dean and Sam set up shop. Sam takes out his laptop, Dean takes out some books he grabbed from the library, and you set up some of Joanna's new toys she got for her birthday. Maryann crawls over to Joanna and touches her toys, but she doesn't seem to mind. Zeus lays next to the girls just watching them play.

"Okay, that symbol in the graffiti isn't Wiccan. It's copywritten from a local animal-rights group which is Enid's answer to PETA."

Sam turns the laptop to show you their PETA slogan, which is S.N.A.R.T: Showing No Animal Rough Treatment.

"You gotta be kidding me," Dean rolls his eyes.

"It makes sense that an animal-rights group would have an axe to grind with a taxidermist," you shrug.

"Why? The animal's already dead.

"True, but hunters are what keep them in business. Now the question is, are those bleeding hearts actually witches or just hippies?"

"What's the difference?"

"They advocate for a vegan bakery that's in town. Two of the members own that place."

"Nothing is worse than a vegan," you groan. "All they do is try and push their lifestyle onto non-vegans. Like damn, let me eat my meat in peace."

You get the car packed up with everyone before heading over to the vegan bakery. Since they are members of a wannabe PETA organization, they are more than okay with you bringing in Zeus. This time, you do have a leash to keep the peace.

"I always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery," Dean shudders. "What's that smell?" Dean looks at the menu and grimaces. "Patchouli mixed with depression from meat deprivation." There are two workers behind the counter serving and making drinks, but they have sunglasses on. "You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people, and douchebags."

You three walk to the counter, and as soon they notice your dog, the woman smiles in glee. Well, that answers the blind question.

"You have a beautiful dog. Would he like a vegan pup cup? They're very delicious."

Like hell you're putting Zeus through that. He has a steady diet of raw meats and flavorful supplements to keep him healthy.

"No, thank you. I appreciate it, though."

"Are you two Olivia and Dylan Camrose?" Dean asks.

"At your service," Olivia gleams.

"Are you two members of S.N.A.R.T.?"

"Founders and co-presidents, actually. Uh, can we interest you in some literature?"

Olivia holds up a S.N.A.R.T brochure, but Sam shakes his head politely.

"Or maybe a flaxseed scone? It's wheat-free, gluten-free, sugar-free, and surprisingly moist."

"Let me stop you right there," Dean takes out his badge to show them. "We're here to investigate the death of Max Alexander, a local taxidermist."

"He's dead?" Dylan gasps.

"Did you know him?"

"Kind of. This is a small town."

"Well, he was murdered last night, and a S.N.A.R.T. logo was found at the crime scene. You two wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Olivia and Dylan look at each other, and you know they know something about what's going on. They have one of their employees take over at the counter so they can talk to you off to the side. You follow them to an empty table, and they start to spill immediately.

"His business is funded by hunters, and you know how hunters are. They're selfish dicks who define themselves by what they kill." You can't help but let out a small snicker, but Dean gently kicks you under the table. "As animal advocates, we couldn't stand for that."

"So, you killed him?"

"Of course not. S.N.A.R.T. doesn't tolerate violence."

"This coming from a couple who spray-paints death threats."

"It was a scare tactic. We just wanted to spook him," Dylan defends himself. "Turns out we were the ones who got spooked."

"What does that mean?" you ask.

"Well, last night, when we were tagging the joint, we heard this noise. A hissing noise. It freaked us out, so we ran out into the alley."

"Someone attacked us," Olivia sighs, "and sprayed us in the eyes with mace."

Both of them take off their sunglasses to show their irritated and red eyes. They look so guilty for what they did, and you know Dean feels bad for calling them douchebags.

"It's not like we could go to the cops, and now we look like total douchebags because we have to wear our sunglasses inside."

"Thank you for your time. I hope you feel better."

There is nothing more Olivia and Dylan can give you, so you head back to the motel room. It's time for your kids' naps anyway.

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he said i locked you in this body.. i meant it as a kind of trial!

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To Prove To You - chapter seven

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Series Summary: Nereide is a sea nymph with a peculiarity: she knows how to control her element (water) and has magical abilities. Poseidon, aware of her gift, decides to send her to Asgard as a student of Frigga. She studies with Loki, and as they grow up, they begin to develop feelings for each other. But what if Odin's plans for her get in the way?

Chapter summary: During their mission, the warriors notice that something has changed between Loki and Nereid. And as soon as the two have a moment of solitude only a bad feeling makes them separate

Content: unestablished relationship, friends to lovers, fwb, platonic love, romance, angst, fluff, loss of verginity

Content warnings: smut, melancholy, dacryphilia, Loki is a fabulous bitch with a big heart and a witty sense of humor, a bit over dramatic and very clever. He's sensitive, but hides his feelings and acts really rough around Nereide also because he likes to see her pouting and eventually becoming even more clingy.

Chapter warnings: Thor doesn't like Lady Loki :( , Loki has so many "gay mean friend" vibes, fluff, soft and a bit sub Loki, drug use.

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-Look, it suits you!

Nereide rolled from her back to her belly on the bed, waving her feet as she began to read from the book she was holding in her hands.

-I asked my father

I said, “father change my name

The one I'm using now it's covered up

With fear and filth and cowardice and shame”

He said, ”I locked you in this body

I meant it as a kind of trial

You can use it for a weapon

Or to make some woman smile...”

She hummed a melody, a simple one. She was avoiding the refrain on purpose. She loved the ballads from Midgard.

-“Then let me start again”, I cried

“Please let me start again

I want a face that's fair this time

I want a spirit that is calm”

“I never never turned aside”, he said

“I never walked away

It was you who built the temple

It was you who covered up my face

And may the spirit of this song

May it rise up pure and free

May it be a shield for you

A shield against the enemy...”

-You’re way too fond of Midgardians…

-Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.

-I didn’t.

Nereide rolled her eyes and sat on the bed with crossed legs. Loki was still walking around the room. He groaned, handling various items of clothing, throwing them or picking them up from the ground to look in the mirror and become more and more impatient.

-Getting dressed in the morning is SO difficult!

He whined, tossing away another one of his shirts.

-Because your main problem is that you’re incredibly messy, so your floor, bed, the trunk over there, really anything solid, becomes your wardrobe. No seriously, i can barely distinguish the items underneath your clothes.

Loki frowned and put his hands on his hips. What an attitude…

-That’s my way of being organized.

He said, staring into Nereide’s eyes.

-You’re too impulsive. And you always buy a shit tons of clothes.

-I need them.

-You always end up whit the same outfit!

-Take a closer look to the details, bitch. It’s not always the same.

-Huh, Bitch who???

Loki used his magic to put clothes on and Nereide facepalmed herself.

-You always end up with the same outfit AND you always do this shit to put your clothes on!

-it’s because we’re late???

-You’re cronically late!

It was early in the morning, yet these two continued to bicker loudly.

They packed up quickly and left the room one at a time, to make sure no one saw them together nearby. They found themselves at the bottom of the stairs, walking side by side along the dark corridor. There was no sun that morning, fog covered the steep mountains of Asgard.

Loki was the first one to speak.

-Anyway, humans are alarming. Wars, strikes, farmers' demonstrations, riots, crimes, speeches... The tumult of that planet is frightening. I hate public agitation, clash of opinions, outbursts of intellectuals, if we want to give them the honor of being called as such. They are right and wrong, and instead of stirring up the controversy they do nothing but exasperate it. All over the Earth's surface, humans condemn other humans in the name of a principle, a faith, a simple calculation, greed. I despise humans.

Nereide was smirking during his speech and nodded a couple of times.

-it seems that instead you really like these humans. Look like you want to save them.

She chuckled softly as they went outside.

They had quickly set up for nothing: there was no one yet. They didn't even have breakfast.

Nereide sat on the stairs in front of the main entrance.

Loki smiled at her with obvious ill-intent in his eyes, but the smile was like sugar and only made him look more sinister, as though he had some secret plan in store and this whole conversation was just another layer of his deceptive schemes. That look always irked her. It seemed like a plot to mislead and manipulate her in some way.

She looked up at him, crossing her arms over her chest

-Are you Allright? Looks like your planning something

-I am always planning something, it is my nature to be the master of deceit.

She rolled her eyes, combing her hair with her fingers

-I still don't understand why i like you so much...

She mumbled, gesturing him to sit with her

-You do?

The two exchanged a knowing look and Loki sat beside her on the stair, their arms brushing together. His shoulders rolled back and his body relaxed, he leaned his elbows and stretched out his legs, like he wasn’t hiding anything and had no malicious intent.

-Oh, how flattering.

His eyes glistened with glee, and a smile spread across his face. However, that smile didn’t reach his eyes. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, making her lose her balance. She placed her hands on his big, strong thigh, her eyes glued down there. She couldn’t help but look through his inner thighs, picturing his groin, felling the tingle on her skin just by remembering his cool skin.

-What makes you like me so much?

She freed herself from his hold and reached for his hair, combing his raven strands. She sat on her kneel to reach his head better, his arm moving from her shoulders to her hips. She didn’t move away from his embrace.

-Well, you’re one of a kind, unique.

He laughed again and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

-You flatter me. I'm glad you are able to see beyond the slander.

His eyes blazed with fury and rage at the thought that the people of Asgard could think so low of him, that he was a mere troublemaker, not a god with talents in his own right.

-Some day they will see...

He growled in a voice barely loud enough for her to hear.

She kept combing his hair, trying to calm him down

-One day you will learn that you don't need everyone's appreciation

-You’re…kinda right. I don’t need their approval. For now all I need is your approval. After all, you’re much smarter than the majority of these mortals are! You’re intelligent, and beautiful, and I just can’t help but be…

Enamoured with you, he would have said. But he didn’t. He just shook his head, looking at that weak and grey dawn.

-The rest of the world looks at me like a monster.

-You're not a monster

-I'm so lucky to have you so close to me. I just... I just want to show how much I appreciate you...

-And how would you show me?

She looked at him straight in the eyes, breathing softly and slowly.

His hand went through her hair, to her nape, and he pulled her to him.

He spoke quietly, as though he had something to hide from the rest of the world.

-You’re the only true friend i’ve ever had. And the only one that makes me wish to die by your side.

She blushed red, looking at him and biting her lower lip.Those ere some heavy words to speak.

-You make my heart melt with your words. You are honest, right? I want to trust you

-Honest?

He chuckled

-I'm so honest I'm practically an open book to you.

His hand brushed her cheek gently. He was still speaking quietly but more loudly than before, moving a little away from her, to better look her into her eyes.

-You are the only that lights a warm fire in my heart. There are no secrets, no deceptions, between us.

Nereide held him tightly in a big embrace, pulling his head to her chest.

He leaned into her suffocating embrace. He was quiet and still for a bit, and she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing on her chest. It was cool and she could feel the gentle beat of his heart as it was beating against her skin. It was steady, regular, slow, steady, a consistent beat that was telling her that even though he was close and safe to her, there was also something else in his mind. Something dangerous about whatever he was thinking.

But she felt so safe with him that she was slowly falling asleep, rubbing her cheek against his head, trapping herself in his arms.

A smile curled the corner of his lips as she was resting. He whispered so quietly she could barely hear him say:

-Sweet dreams, darling

He softly stroked her hair, and hummed a somehow tuneless song to comfort her. He didn’t realized it, but he was humming the same ballad she was reading to him earlier that morning.

When he spoke again, his voice was back to its normal volume, but that edge of something sinister was still there.

-Sleep well, fair Neri. I will be watching over you.

-There you are.

Fendral bent down next to Nereide who was squatting next to a creek, making a few bubbles with its water, making them float as they all walk down the path in the woods.

The others were walking ahead, and Fendral joined them.

Loki lifted his gaze and popped a bubble with a flick of his hand, the smirk never leaving his face.

As Nereide played with her magic, Loki walked back in front of the row with Thor.

Loki was looking at her from time to time, cheking on her. He was quiet, something unusual.

-You’re overthinking, aren’t you?

Thor asked him.

Loki gave him a half smile.

-I always do, it’s saved my ass on multiple occasions.

Thor glanced back at the others and then back to the path in front of them.

-Heimdall could have left us nearer the Palace.

-The walk builds the character, i suppose.

-Don’t complain about your feet hurting then.

-Complaining is my specialty, so don’t put any expectations on me to stop, Thor.

-Thank God you’re not wearing heels this time.

-Who said i wasn’t.

-CAN YOU STOP TO SHAPESHIFT WITHOUT WARNING!?

Loki chuckled. Her sweet laugh made her brother uncomfortable.

-That would ruin th surprise!

Loki exlaimed before both her and Thor got swept up from Nereide and Sif.

Sif patted their shoulders and pointed in front of them.

-Look, we’re arriving!

The group stopped at the exit of the woods.

Far from there, after a lush green land and beautiful fields of wildflowers, the Palace stood in all its magnificence, with its artistic architecture, adorned with sapphire stones.

Nereide was staring at it in awe and she took Loki’s hand.

-So…we’re really in Alfheim.

Loki nodded, her black locks brushed her neck.

Alfheim was adorned with aboundant and colorful flora, but its wilderness made it look like a unhinabitated land.

After their war against Svartalfheim, their power was given into custody to the Asgardians.

The people there were kind and generous; they valued kindness and cooperation above all else. All were welcome and everyone is treated with respect. It was a dreamland.

It was home of the Light Elves, beautiful, radiant beings. Unfortunately, a few survived.

The mission of the young warriors was to ensure that the light of Alfheim was safe, and in the event of having to fight against anyone who tried to take it.

Loki was still holding Nereide’s hand when she had noticed something weird.

-The palace is receding

She said, turning to her brother.

Thor pinched the bridge of his nose.

-Please, turn back into a guy.

-Hey, you’re already in four.

She put her arms over Nereide and Sif’s shoulders.

-We’re in the minority.

Thor motioned as to throw her his hammer and she jumped away, shapeshifting again.

-Fine! You damper.

-What does that mean that the palace is receiding?

-It means what it means, Thor. They casted a new spell.

-…then solve it.

Loki glared at Thor and he laughed.

-If looks could kill.

-I don’t need that to kill you, i can do that with my bare hands.

-You two, cut it out!

Both Sif and Nereide shouted as they were still walking ahead.

Sif scoffed, walking with heavy steps.

-I think we will stay here longer than expected

Sif seemed to be the only one who took their task seriously.

Fendral, Hogun, and Volstagg were just playing dumb, swinging their swords in the long grass, dandelions flying in the wind.

the companionship had been traversing those fields for hours, the glow of the sun never descending from its zenith.

Fortunately, the climate in that kingdom was mild.

The palace never seemed to get close, despite the fact that the surrounding place gradually changed.

The boys found themselves having to go down a cliff.

Sif advanced right behind Thor who marched proudly, concentrated on the sole objective of reaching that castle while Loki tried to decode that spell to reach it.

One by one, they all jumped the crevasse.

However, when Sif turned to check, she noticed something that particularly caught her attention: not that Nereid needed help, but Loki had remained there, on the edge of the precipice, waiting for her.

Sif gritted her teeth, still staring at them.

- Careful there.

Loki said stretching his arms forward to give her support.

Nereide jumped with ease, still grabbing his arms.

Nothing cheesy, the two resumed walking quickly to reach the others, continuing to whisper to each other about how they could unhinge the spell.

Sif watched over the irked.

But her mind wasn't there.

She couldn't help but imagine Loki's body crushing Nereide's. All those muscles moving...

The kidneys game, the powerful and tender hands, the devouring mouths that rested everywhere.

A rebellion against them took hold of her.

She resented them, for that easily found happiness.

Sif had a lead ball in his chest. Yet she had hoped for their union. Yes, that was fine.

She had to let Thor know, at all costs.

So maybe he'd stop fantasizing about that “fairy”...

The same Thor who hadn't even looked at her since they arrived on Alfheim.

The same Thor who never worried about her, because she can take care of herself.

Nereide knows how to hendle danger too, so why is Loki so considerate of her. Why was the greediest, nastiest, craziest god in Asgard acting like this around her.

If before she only hated her, now she wanted her dead.

Volstagg rolled a hashish cigarette.

They smoked in turn.

Sif refused: it made her nauseous.

Loki said it was "foolish" and "outdated" but took three drags as Thor handed it to him with a smirk on his face. Then he held out the cigarette to Hogun. He filled his lungs and brain with that scented herb vapor. His thoughts wavered, then settled.

They still hadn't been able to get very close to the palace.

Since night never fell in that realm, they decided to stay in the woods, protecting themselves from the sun with the fronds.

They had made a camp and lit a fire. Finding no better way to sleep, Volstagg came up with the excuse of smoking some weed to relax, finding himself Thor, Fendrall, Hogun and Nereide around like beggar dogs.

Fendrall was dizzy. He nodded his head and sighed.

-I'm flying guys, I fly!

Nereide spun around and dropped next to Loki.

Thor's gaze stuck to the profiles of the two illuminated by the flames.

He was glued to her, just a little above her, applying small kisses on that face of hers. Her lips were glossy, she had this habit of licking her lips all the time, and she was laughing so sweetly.

Thor avoided to look at them.

He was used to see his brother having fun with others, butto see him so close with Nereide made him feel uncomfortable.

He knew it wasn’t just a matter of “some fun”, but he wished for that day to arrive later...

He has always been fascinated by Nereide, and he did know a thing or two about nymphs...

He must’ve talked with Loki. He mustn’t cross the line with her.

Bed time came sooner than what they though.

All in their tent, everyone but Loki and Nereide were sleeping already.

With one knee on the bed, Nereide pulled down the covers. Such was the anguish mingling with her joy that She jerked and shivered.

He held His breath until she was fully laid down besides him, covered again. Loki let out a sigh.

Feeling her eyes on his body made his head spin.

-it is better here than on the floor.

She said in a weak voice.

Blindly, in the dark, Loki put his arm around her shoulders. She let him. Cheek against cheek and feet together. From those points of contact a tender burning spread throughout Loki’s whole body.

He wanted to cry and bite.

His mouth brushed the girl’s ear.

Inexplicably, he thought of his mother. When he was a child, She would take him with her to bed. He thought at his mom’s soft voice. Loki closed his eyes.

Nereide propped herself up on one elbow and turned her torso towards him, with her back against his chest. He was spooning her, and they both slipped into their sleep.

When he woke up, Nereide was sleeping again in her Place.

Loki thought she went as he fell asleep. He could understand her, he was the first one who didn’t want any trouble with the others.

Not yet, at least…

-Neri

He came closer to her.

-Neri, wake up.

She groaned a Little, covering herself with the blanket

-mmmggghhh…pleased…five minutes more

He pulled the blanket off of her forcefully.

-NO. I cannot allow any more time be wanted by your laziness. I have a busy schedule. We have a Mission. Hellooo? MIISSION.

Nereide jumped off the bed in fright.

-AYE SIR, DIDN’T REMEMBER I JOINED THE WARRIORS

Loki got real close, inches from her face.

-Right. So if you continue disrespecting my time by snoozing ever again…you will feel my wrath. Do i male myself clear?

As a yes, Nereide kissed the tip of his nose and hugged him.

Loki looked dumbfounded for a second before Rolling his eyes, smiling a little and hugging her back.

-Okay, you win.

Nereide giggled, jumping into his arms. His stupida Little doll…he loved to see her being so cute. Also, It irritated him so much he wanted to fuck Her brains off.

-You know, not many can get away with Just ignoring my orders. How Is that you always manager to get around me so easily?

He smirked, raising his eyebrows. His canines were so sharp and White, they looked like pearls. Nereide wished to have them sinking in her veins.

She began to play with his hair.

He looked much more like a broom than a charming boy when he woke up, but She liked him always.

-because i don’t fear you

She answered blantly.

-But what if you should? What if I decided to be a very scary being, what then?

He asked, whispering.

Thank God the others were outside.

-I will be terrified but terribly in love with you still

She answered.

Loki blushed slightly.

-Well… I suppose it’s worth a try then. What if…

he picked her up in his arms and gave you a little shake. He was holding her up from her armpit with zero effort, as if She was his Little pet.

-What if I threatened to have you killed if you didn’t behave? That would probably make you fear me, yeah?

She stared deadly serious into his eyes before She spoke.

-I will kill you before you can do anything, then i’d take my life out of guilt

He looked at her in disbelief, not anticipating this answer.

-You’d just kill us like that? Just… snap our lives out of existence, no hesitation?

She shook her head, still as a dead Wright in his hands as he was pinning her to One of the tent’s mainstay.

-Actually no, and i don’t even want to think about something like that…

-Huh… So… no matter what, I can’t intimidate you? You’re the only one who can get away with such brazen disrespect?

-You know i don’t fear you because i do respect you, you know? She grazed his features with her fingertips.

He blushed a little at her touch.

-I…suppose that’s actually a good answer. You are a very, very wise woman, Neri.

She chuckled and took his face in her hands

-Well, thank you, your majesty.

He kissed her softly on the lips. A small, in between lips Kids.

-I think I like you, Nereide, more than…a normal friend, i think?

-You think?

She giggled, caressing his cheeks. He could be so awkward some times.

-i am sure i do.

She patted his shoulders

-Now off we go! Isn’t the God of Mischief a busy one? We need to do break that damn spell.

He put her back down and they went outside.

-Where are the others?

She asked as Loki used his magic ti eliminate any proof of their Camp. Yep, tent and everything else.

-they’re surely messing around the Place. Hey.

He smirked and turned to her, taking her hand.

-Let’s go ruin Thor’s day, shall we?

Nereide High fived him and dragged him with her in the Woods.

-Onward, child! Let’s kick some asses.

Nereide giggled at his side.

-Aye sir!

-We’re going to beat him so badly he’ll beg for mercy. No more bragging rights for that iidiot

He mimed smacking his lips like Thor and making some stupid macho sound.

She laughed, still awkardly marching with him

-We’re gonna dEsTrOy HiS hAmMeR

She tried to mimic Thor without success. Her voice cracked too and she laughed once more.

Loki raised his eyebrows at her and stopped.

-Bitch that was horrible. Want me to teach you how to do a proper Thor-impression?

-Yeeeeeessss

-Okay, here’s the secret. You gotta be really cocky and braggy. Try to say something idiotic as: “I am the best! Who can stop me?”

-Okay uhm…

she made all muscly poses as if she wa a chad

-I am the Best, who can stop Me!?

-Yes! Perfect. Now, just add some ‘macho sounds’, like this!

He did that stupid macho noise again.

She went all grrr, and he looked at her with pressed lips again.

-No girl. That was awuful. But i must Say you’re trying your best. What a great student i have.

She bowed like an actress

-You are very kind, too much actually.

He laughed.

-Don’t give me too much of your praise or I might get an ego and become an unbearable tyrant.

-Aren’t you already?

She pushed him and ran away. The leaves cracked under her feet, her sweet laugh melted with the birds’ sinking.

Despite being in heavy armor, he chased after her easily and catched her, pinning her to a tree.

-You’re lucky you’re so adorable.

He smirked and began to kiss her neck and She trapped herself into his arms.

-You can’t escape me. Nobody can beat me!

He nuzzled into her neck, making her giggle and Rebel a little. He hen whispered in her ear, “Nobody but you.”

She gasped, a giggle escaped her lips out of embarrassment

-oh you… Look what you do to me.

Loki grinned. Hs lips grazing her sensitive skin.

-And what do I do to you, Nereide? Tell me.

His voice was husky, his breath was hot, his nose tip was grazing behin her ear as he pressed his thin lips on her neck, giving her a wet, allouring kiss.

-I want to know, in full detail.

Nereide squirmed and squeezed her legs, nearly collapsing he was still pressing her body against that tree.

-No!

She whined, turning her head to the opposite part, as if to push more towards him.

-Oh, what’s that?

He laughed, amused, taking her wirst in his hands.

-Did I hit a sensitive spot?

He briefly looked into her eyes, just to have a glimps of her dull eyes. His eyes were sparkling like ones of an animal. He leaned back on her, biting her neck gently, sucking on her skin.

Nereide moaned, clenching her hands into fists, trying to get closer to him. She desperately needed to feel his body pressed against hers.

-Looks like someone is in the mood for some dirty things...

He teased her, still with his low, velveteen voice.

-Please, stop… You’re making me weird

She maoned again as he proceded to lick her neck all the way up to her ear

-Oh? Did I hit the spot? Is this making you…wet? Don’t you want to surrender to me, darling?

She took a hold of his hair, he grabbed her by her hips, making their pelvis meet.

-i- Oh god…

Feeling him grinding on her was something she could barely handle. She wanted to undress him, throw him into the gound and grind herself on him, on his abs, on that marble and sculpted belly of his, descending down to his erect penis, bringing it to tears as he did with her.

The passion was so strong that she wanted to hit him. It was mutual. Though Loki always treated her with the utmost regard, part of him wanted to see her suffer for him, with him, and then lose herself in each other's pain.

That maniac…he began to chuckle and bit her skin harder, making her squirm in pain.

He tilted his head and looked at her, a devilish grin on his face.

He read her mind.

-Oh? Is this you tough, my small, naive Neri, are you becoming a bad girl?

He went to suck on the skin of her neck again, more aggressively.

He grabbed one of her breast with one hand. His hand was so big it could take it all in, feeling her hard nipple on his cold palm.

She sobbed, her breathing was irregular. She didn’t feel humiliated though, something in his voice hinted some…pride. He liked that.

She held him closer, whimpering his name, unable to push him away nor to say anything else.

-What? What is it, Nereide?

He asks in a whisper, still nibbling gently at her neck.

His voice was soft, but it was so teasing, hypnotic.

-Speak to me, my love. Is it that you cannot control yourself around me?

Nereide nodded vehemently, whimpering between her gritted teeth.

It was a miracle she was still standing on her feet.

-Oh, how adorable. I adore it when you lose control. So…

Loki grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks, forcing her to look at him.

-How about letting me do whatever I want to you right here, right now?

She nodded, breathing heavily as she tried to grab his arms

-Yes-No! Not here…

Loki chuckled again, holding her into his arms, placing his palms on the small of her back, still without moving from her..

- Aww, come on! I can’t be a very good God of Mischief if we can’t be a little naughty here and there, yeah?

She pouted, whimpering again

-But i don’t want anyone to see us

she spoke in a honey tone and saccharine words, with her humid lips searching for his.

He leaned in, holding her tightly and kissing her softly.

-But it would be more… exciting if people found out… wouldn’t it?

He whispered, kissing her neck again, then biting it gently.

He had left a couple of marks there, easy to cover. Just a little reminder for her.

-You’re an exhibitionist

He chuckled a little.

-Oh, I’m so much more than just that, sweetheart.

She chuckled, grabbing him by the collar and switching their positions. Now he was the one trapped between the tree and her fragile body.

Loki looked at her in astonishment,.

-Ohh? What’s this? So… domineering of you. I must admit… I kinda like this.

She held him firmly by the collar

-I think someone needs a little punishment for their naughtiness

-Oh? A punishment eh?

He smiled wickedly.

-I wonder what torturous punishments this beautiful woman has in store for me?

She smirked, dragging him like a dog on a leash back to where the tent was.

-I think Thor and the others could wait for us a little longer.

-Hmm…

His face melted into a smirk.

-How long do you think we could give him, darling? An hour? Two?

With a move of his hand, he made the tent appear again. He hated to waste

his energy to make magic like that, but well, it was kind of an urgency

-Maybe Three?

She chuckled and pushed him on the bed

-I really like the fact that you’re indulging me

he chuckled lying in the bed as she forced him.

-I could give Thor a century if you asked it of me… especially if it means we get to do this.

She got on his lap, biting her lower lip and smiling.

-Mmm, so what do you have in store for me? What sort of punishment were you thinking of, my Dear?

She beganto take off his clothes slowly

-How about… The same thing you did to me before?

He shuddered, shivering.

-Oh well…

his voice quivers slightly.

-I really should have seen this coming.

She went down and kissed his neck, nibbling his skin and licking it.

Had he had the bright idea of reading her mind? Well.

She wouldn't spare him an iota of her imagination.

And so of course she was slightly scrathing his chest with her nails, of course she was riding his muscular abs, rocking her hips slowly reacing to his bulge just to retreat on the best.

-Oh. Ohh. My-

He squirmed slightly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back

-Oh my goodness, you are one very devious girl, aren’t you?

She nodded, biting his jawline as her hands where still keeping her steady on him.

Loki let out a little sound of surprise, trying to look down to see her body moving on his.

-You really know what you’re doing, don’t you? You…fuck, you have me, completely… You know that? God…You’re driving me insane. Is-…Is that what you want?

She nodded.

-I want to see ho much can you take.

How??? He could feel her wetness on his belly and she talked to him this way?

She was going to pay for this…

So much.

He arched his back, letting out a small lough.

-You evil one…

He took a hold of her neck.

-Do you really think you’re the one in control?

-Mh…

She grabbed his face with one hand. Her sudden move made Loki leave her.

-No? How ‘bout me leaving you here?

She stood up from him.

His eyes widened, a look of confusion on his face as he reached out for her.

-Wait-

That panic of his fastly turned into a smirk as he realized that may be part of her little plan.

But then, they both looked at each other seriously.

-...Are you thinking what i am thinking?

She asked himas he quickly dressed up again. He nodded as they both walked outside.

He mastered his daggers, she mastered her ice spear.

-Yes...there’s something wrong here.

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