Re: ATYA

How can you say IF he ever tells her that they didn’t do anything the night of their wedding 😤😤 you are such a tease. He HAS to tell her at some point… right?:( this is a love story and she deserves to know—Harry has a conscience!

If you can’t tell I am obsessed. About to subscribe to your patreon to get the second part 😮‍💨

I really can’t wait to see him get a little more flirty and smiley, to fluster her a bit and bask in having an effect on her; and for her to start feeling those giddy feelings of crushing on him—feeling wanted and adored. Or at least, I hope there’s some fluff coming? 🥺 I love the moments he’s biting back a smile or laugh because she amuses him. More please, I’ll be good I promise.

I’m SLIGHTLY aroused at the idea of his “coronation” and the power he’s going to be emanating. Like. I know I’m not supposed to be turned on by when he’s musing about torturing the composure out of her, but the power play and him being such a good man, knowing full well he’d never hurt her, is really such a tantalizing balance. A threat that would never come to fruition. Fear play at its fucking finest. 😵‍💫 are you even AWARE how brilliant you are?

Are there any kinks to come in this? Or we sticking with some classic vanilla? No shame to either, your writing is brilliant and passionate as it is. Just curious… asking for a friend…

Side note, this story has such a slow burn and I can’t tell if I hate it or love it HAHAHA. Normally I love it but while reading part one I kept getting interrupted by family and it was making me so frustrated and antsy, like NO ITS ALREADY A SLOW BURN AND NOW IM BEING FORCED TO PAUSE MULTIPLE TIMES AND BE IN REALITY FOR A SECOND? Torture. So rude. Gonna have to seclude myself going forward or I’m going to snap at someone HJJFUFH

This fic is FIRE and I haven’t been this agitated for a next part since I can’t remember when. Test of my patience. LOL.

Can I use an emoji to communicate with you? I don’t expect this will be the last time I’ll want to gush to you but I also don’t want to bother you. Please feel free to be honest xx (also sorry this was so long)

- is 🍯 taken?

I am officially IN LOVE with you 🥹😘 the feedback you give is every writers wet dream HAHAHA!! I’m so fucking glad you’re enjoying the series and thank you for thinking of becoming a patron 🥹🫶🏻

As for your question on kinks, it’s sooo tricky because Y/N is a delicate little flower and the things Harry’s into would quite literally make her run for the hills LMAO!! So for smut it’s fairly tame, but a lootttt of dirty talk and praise from Harry will be seen!!

I don’t think anyone’s really ready for the things that happen in parts 2 & 3. I’ve had part 3 planned for years but never wrote it and I was looking back out the outlines and I was like oh shit it goes OFF hahahahah part 2 isn’t as chaotic as part 3. Girlie part 3 will be a WHIRLWIND of emotions. I can’t wait to finish writing it!!

AND ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN USE AN EMOJI! 🍯 is officially yours!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I drove past the Bischofshofen hill at my work

I wanted to show it the middle finger and scream "f*** you" for ruining Gregor's career 😤

(I didn't because my coworker would have declared me insane)

Beautiful Torture

The days were perfect. An oasis. You’d frequent the hills, overlooking the waves that’d crash on the shores, spraying droplets of the crisp water over your face. As the day moved further on, you’d help Valkyrie with ‘running’ things as she’d call it which was mostly just ensuring that all the bars were fully stocked. The real responsibility resided in you. Thor hadn’t explicitly left you in charge yet you were the only reason New Asgard was flourishing. Everyone was finally happy again. New Asgard was utopia under your rule. When the evening arrived, you’d have dinner, usually in the company of Valkyrie who always ensured that there was some form of ale at the table. You couldn’t fault her on her drinking. Whenever the time called for it, she was the most valiant of warriors, besides, she was dealing with a lot herself. You’d spend most of the evening laughing and drinking with her, just waiting for nighttime to consume you.

Nighttime was your favourite part of the day. Nighttime was time spent with him. Loki. Your love. You’d lay together in bed as you told him about your day. You’d often reminisce about your youth together and how different New Asgard was to the previous one. It’s not a place, it’s a people, he’d often remind you whenever tears would threaten to fall, recalling days of old. You’d spend time just facing one another with the moonlight casting shadows over the room. It reminded you both of your first time together. Two young adults in the throes of passion declaring their undying love to one another. The moonlight would always serve as a reminder of that. You’d ask him to read to you whenever your ears grew lonesome from the lack of hearing his voice. He’d never pick out a book, he’d just settle with telling you a story from one of his ‘adventures’ with Thor. However many times you heard these stories, they never failed to make you laugh. Loki had a charismatic way of telling stories. His voice lured you in, his hands would often play tricks, casting illusions, keeping your attention on him. You always said that whenever you’d have children, they’d be lucky to have Loki as a father, he’d always tell the best bedtime stories. You’d draw lazy shapes over the palm of his hand just watching him fall asleep. His peaceful expression carrying you into your own slumber, dreading the one part of the the day you hated. Sometimes you’d beg him not to fall asleep. To stay up and tell one more story. You’d be satisfied with one more. Just don’t go to sleep Loki, don’t leave you’d plead.

When dusk arrived, you’d wake up alone, searching your bed for Loki only to remember that Loki wasn’t here anymore. He lived among the brightest stars now, shining over you in spirit. His voice, an echo constantly reverberating in your mind saying I love you. With dusk only came the brutal reminder that you were really and truly alone. Loki was your friend, your lover, your other half, your home. Without Loki, you were untethered. You’d usually sigh, begin getting up and walking towards the hills to watch the waves crashing on the shore, pretty much reliving the same day over and over again. A beautiful torture.

A/N: I have been upset the past 5 minutes and decided to just put it here 🤣 not actually sure why. Maybe it’s the fact that Loki isn’t currently SHOWING ME HIS BLUE GLOWSTICK 😤