my favorite ship dynamic is the most beautiful unhinged goth u have ever seen & That Old Man

Visiting your hometown

What happens when you take your man to your home town? As your memories, people and places come together how will he react?

A small/long drabble to get me back into writing. Enjoy!

Victor Creed

This mutant never thought that he would walk in your hometown. He didn't expect to see cultures that morph together into one special town, your town. A place where you grew up. So keeping all that in mind he was cautious. Various not to offend someone or to say a rude word in your mother tongue. For the first time in his life, he is frazzled and nervous. he will keep in his front pocket a small leaflet some words he heard you say a few times that may be of some assistance. trying to woo you.

-that old hag showed me the middle finger. let's go.

Unfortunately, anything that he says wrong, will be your responsibility to amend it. so good luck.

Loki

you just know that Loki will have your mother tongue in his little finger (that sounds weird but let's carry on) but do not be fooled, he can not survive the morning wave of people in the farmers market. something that is pretty much normal for you. Loki doesn't know how to feel when he sees the local butcher wrapping the meat in todays' newspaper giving it to buyers or how people shove him to the side as his black suit with the green scarf is more than brought down in value. he will hear the near shouts of Famers that are trying to sell their livelihood to him as his head goes from one side to another in a split second. he will easily get reeled in by the old farmer who just smells the innocence on the Midgardian addressed god. you know the moment you grabs his hand he looks at you.

-how did you ever survive in this chaos?

-I thought you said that chaos is your middle name.

-it is however my kind of chaos is more dignified.

-survive just a little bit more, I need to go to that man in the corner.

-oh, no...

Thor

we all in the fandom know that thor is a ball of joy. but when he lands in your city, your territory he is stoic. he is here on a mission and no one should stand in his way. he will glue himself to your side and he will hold the dictionary book in his mighty right hand and your hand in his left. he will not stand for wasting a day on mundane stuff that you do with him back in the HQ so say goodbye to lazying around. when you go to the oceanic part of your country you are now almost ready to drown him in the ocean. or just leave him on the road, it is getting that heavy.

-thor, think it is time to stop.

-what do you mean?

-to be honest, I don't know anymore I am so tired.

-you are right... let us stop. for 2 minutes and then you can drive again.

-I will leave you here.

Bucky Barnes

bucky loves to travel. he loves to see you in the role of a guide you tell him about the park where you cut your leg open and when you got to the hospital as a nun stood above you praying for your recovery. bucky loves to feel the fresh air going into his nose thinking to himself how this was the same air that you breathe in. he loves to see all the different parts of the city where you went to. even so much that he went to your former hairstylist.

-bucky, you don't have to do this.

-nonsense, doll. I want to experience it. just like you did.

-that was eons ago. and I wore super short hair, like a hedgehog.

-hedgehog?

-yeah, it was so short that I only put on gel and made small spikes.

- I will give everything I have and say that you looked beautiful.

-alright, your call.

Steve Rogers

steve cannot wait for enough for him to arrive in the city where you walked, ran, and laughed. he cannot wait to enter your old apartment and see all of the hidden pieces that he wants to know. he loves to help you clean the apartment and see a big box of your old photos. he will look with your through on the hard wooden floor with one arm around your shoulders as you talk about each photo. even showing him the photo of your sister.

-when will I meet her?

-I don't know.

-didn't you say that she lived here, still?

-yeah...

-I want to meet her. I think am ready for it.

-okay...

Bruce Wayne

you just know that when you told him to pack his bags to go with you he did his research. he knows when, how the city was built. he will try to memorize the tongue twisters and say them horribly wrong just to make you laugh. when he looks at your old apartment he tries to envision the day you left it all behind to go to Gotham and it breaks his heart to imagine you in tears.

-bruce.

you take his calloused hand feeling his fingers tighten the grip.

-sorry, I immediately imagined you when you moved out. I got sad.

-why?

-because, you surely cried.

-I did, a little, but this city didn't have that something.

-and what is that?

-you dumbass. now stop sulking we need to clean.

Clark Kent

as Clark arrived at the farm where your aunt lived he couldn't help feel but prepared. he saw the cows eating grabs and was ready in a split second to milk it just to show off his soft and delicate side. Clark heard the stories of your aunt, well one of them, and from what he concluded, for now, this aunt was the beginner level, nice one, the one who won't tear him a new one if he doesn't treat you right. as the door opened you greeted your aunt in your mother tongue and introduced your man. Clark shakingly trying to reply in the mother tongue feeling the few letters that stood together could fall more apart than from his mouth. your aunt laughed hugging him and roughly patted him on his back. almost like a punch if you will. you look at your aunt and Clark cannot help but stand behind you as he whispered.

-what did she say?

-she said that you seem stiffer than a goat's turd.

-you said that this aunt was nice.

-she is. but that is the way we express ourselves.

-with curse words???!!

-what better way.

Arthur curry

Arthur was relaxed when he arrived, he was laid back when he slept in your apartment but that all suicide jumped off a cliff as he shook hands with your mother. Your mom wasn't that intimating but he heard the stories of her standing to your abusive father and running away with just some change in her pocket and a used car. he knows that the woman in front of him is strong can make or break your relationship. so he held the coffee cup in his hands as if was the key to everything he needed to know how to make your mother happy. he saw how your eyes sparkled when you talked to her how your smile ever left for a second you take what seemed to him in complete gibberish but cute gibberish. your mother turns to him asking in English.

-so Arthur, can I call you by your first name?

-yes, madam. of course, you can.

-thank you. well, then Arthur what do you do for a living?

with a small nod from you, he tells the honest truth.

-I am a superhero. but minus the stupid cape. I am here to keep you and your daughter, of course, safe from all danger. and I hope you will like me!!!!

you turn to your mother with a small chuckle as you tell her in your mother tongue.

-he is helpless.

-he seems like it, good luck, Y/n.

Orm Marius

nothing can save his pulse from rising as he walked with the crowd of people in the town square only your hand which he held more than tightly enough. you stopped pointing at a big statue of a colonel on a horse placed in the middle of the square.

-he is a big deal.

-yes, I can imagine the poor people that had to lift it up to place it here.

-yes, but thanks to those people, people now in the present can always remember what they went through at that time.

he didn't find any specialness in the statute for him it lacked in far more than that he can count but when he saw your face looking at the statue he knew that whatever that stirred in you he wanted to see it every day. he only squeezed your hand placing a kiss on your knuckles.

-does this mean you want in your likeness?

-sure, but only if you will make it.

-oh, darling, that is a recipe for chaos.

The Joker

j never put effort into himself. he did in destruction, in chaos, in mayhem, and even in covering his white skin with some basic foundation as he meets your off the edge aunt. when you told him that every second sentence from her is a curse he was more than ready to meet her. because sometimes crazy people click with the people who like to curse. everyone knows that. so when he sat in the house of your crazy aunt he firstly observed, he watched you talked together and exchanged laughs, even more, when you ever brought to tears as you laughed off the curses she threw at you so playfully making even j smile. so when she turned to him it was game time. and you were the translator.

-my aunt asked what is that you do for a job?

-tell her I am the man of your dreams.

-I told her that.

-damn, then tell her-WHAT?!

you giggle at his shock as you heard the playful quote she told you when you were little and j wanted to know what she said.

-what did she say?

-she said "if a girl gives a man a hand, she will give him her ass"

-your aunt is a wise woman.

- I knew you would like her.

Duncan Vizla

Duncan likes to take walks and taking a walk with you next to him as you showed him around your old neighborhood and told him stores of the always pissed on metal slide and the always filled cafes that were always the pinpoints for some scammers he found in question why you like it so much. as you showed his around you stopped at your old elementary school. you showed him the main entrance was where everyone hurled in the morning hours and where you sat with your friends and talked about the horribly proffers that still to this day haunt you. something he heard you mumble in your sleep.

-she was that awful?

-yes, and people like here never get old it's like the evilness she has in her keeps her eligible for work.

-am i not the same?

he couldn't ask a stupider question. and for that, you punched him in the shoulder.

-don't compare yourself to her. you aren't evil.

-you are forgetting my job, darling.

-you kill for money, she kills for fun and to keep herself alive. a difference now let's go home I need to remind you just how good and attentive you can be.

-lead the way, dove.

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Loki x Reader - Married in Secret

Warnings: a lot of fluff, implied smut, more fluff Word Count: 3,1K  Summary: After you and Loki get engaged, Odin is trying to make a huge wedding happen for you against your wishes. So you and Loki get married in secret. Loki has another surprise for the two of you... {there are a couple choices at the end for you to choose from!}  Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write interactive fanfiction. Better start late than never, right? Please enjoy <3 also pls don’t hate me for the vows, I did my best ok??

YOUR POV

Questions about the tiniest, most ridiculous things were bombarded at you from each direction as you walked in the palace,

“Do you want dark green or light green curtains in the ballroom?”

“We’ve already invited 500 people to the dinner party, can we stretch that to 600?”

“Should we pair the roses with orchids or gardenias?”

Ever since you and Loki had announced your engagement, Asgard had gone wild. The servants were tasked with making the most fantastic royal wedding, and it was getting exhausting. Loki hadn’t asked for this and neither had you. Odin was orchestrating it all, and it was definitely not from a good will.

The old man cared so much about appearance and he wanted to show the people what it meant to be royal. After all, Loki was a prince and you were about to become a princess. Odin wanted to put up a facade, and dare you say it seemed like he wanted to show that royalty was much better than the common people. To throw luxurious parties and waste so much gold on an unfathomable amount of flowers and other unnecessaries. To put up a show and conceal the love you and Loki had for each other. You were supposed to act cold and proud that day, but it wasn’t what you desired.

Truly, all you wanted was to be with Loki and celebrate the love you had for one another. Nothing more than that.

After days of circus Odin had created, you were done. You felt like slamming the door to your soon to be shared bedroom, but didn’t do it as you realized the door itself hadn’t done anything to you. Loki was sitting on an emerald green armchair, book in hand and he looked up to you with almost a worried gaze. It softened when he realized that it was you, not another poor servant who was terrified of getting any details wrong. 

“Bad morning?” Loki judged the look on your face. Your shoulders were tense and it looked like you had been spun around like a music box doll everywhere you had been. 

“You could say so,” You sighed deeply and made your way closer to Loki. Although the day had begun poorly, you felt immediately much better when you were with the Trickster you had fallen for. 

Loki put the book down on the coffee table next to an empty cup of tea and he stood up, meeting you in a loving embrace. You relaxed in his arms and for a moment, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the moment. 

“I chose a dress,” You let him know. At least, that was done now. One less thing to worry about.

“I’m sure it’s beautiful,” Loki sounded excited. He couldn’t wait to see you in your bridal outfit. The thought alone made his heart race in his chest. Oh how lucky he felt to have you.

You parted from his embrace and sat down on the second armchair so you could stretch your legs. It had been a long morning. 

“I don’t wish to complain,” you started carefully, “but I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. This wedding is getting out of hand.”

Loki agreed with you, but hearing it made him worry. He was afraid you would get cold feet. If so, he would certainly blame Odin for it. But now, he wiped that thought away, for he had an idea. 

“My love,” Loki took your hand in his and he lowered himself on one knee right in front of you, just like he had a few weeks ago. He was so devoted to you, he made you feel special. 

“Yes?”

“What if I told you I have a plan?” A familiar grin appeared on his face. The way his lips curled ever so slightly made shivers run down your spine. He was up to something.

“Oh?” You were certainly curious. Loki never had bad ideas. Well, it depended on how one would define ‘bad’ ideas. 

“Let’s elope, in secret. It’ll be just you and me and whoever shall wed us. No one needs to know until it’s official,” Loki proposed his idea to you.

And it was a brilliant idea. It was exactly what you had wanted. Something small and private. Away from hundreds or thousands of eyes which meant you could be comfortable. It wouldn’t be a show, it would be a loving moment just for you and just for him, one you would cherish forever. 

It was also slightly rebellious, which only made it so much better. You could already envision the smoke coming out of Odin’s ears, and the dumbfounded look on Thor’s face. The people would have something to gossip about. 

“What will your family think of it?” Honestly, you didn’t really care, but you played with the idea in your mind.

Loki put on a thoughtful look for a moment, pretending to be deep in thought, “I think...” He then returned his gaze to you and a playful gleam lit in his eyes, “that I don’t care at all. Perhaps my mother will be most understanding. Either way, it’s none of their concern, so what do you say?”

“Let’s do it,” You were convinced it was the best idea he could come up with regarding your wedding.

Loki was relieved to hear that and he quickly leaned close to you in order to catch your lips with his. The kiss deepened quickly. The way he held you was so strong and lively that you were afraid the chair would fall back, so you wrapped your arms around his strong torso to brace yourself.

When his soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin on your neck, you let out a laugh, “Loki!” You held onto him tighter, “if you’re going to kiss me like that, then maybe we shall move to the bed? This armchair wasn’t made for two.”

In a graceful manner, he dragged the two of you up to your feet, off of the chair, “if you insist, my love.”

_

The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. It was still warm outside and the gentle wind cooled everything down. You were high over the water which allowed you to see most of Asgard, yet the place offered much needed privacy. Shadows cast on the stony pathway under your feet, which contrasted beautifully with the golden rays of sunlight that made everything look like a page from a fairy tale. Your eyes followed the trail of flower petals that smelled so lovely and sweet, and then you saw Loki.

He was standing there with a nervous smile on his face. The officiant who was going to wed you stood beside him and even he smiled as he saw you, but you could only focus on Loki. He wore his full Asgardian gear and the gold and emerald green looked fantastic on him. His raven hair was brushed neatly and it looked soft underneath his helmet. The emerald cape was flowing ever so lightly as the wind played with it.

In that moment, you felt like the luckiest person in the nine realms. 

You walked all the way up to him and then made sure your dress was smoothly cascaded around your legs and you wiped off any possible dust. It was the dress of your dreams and it made you feel so comfortable in your own skin. The jewelry you wore matched the dress and Loki’s gear, and you felt neat. You were truly a match made in the heavens. 

When your eyes met with Loki’s, your heart jumped to your throat. He looked so beautiful and happy. Joy was simply radiating from him and it was infectious. To see him like that was a sight you could never forget.

He took your hands into his and whispered, “you look ever so beautiful, my dear.” There was a tear in the corner of his eye and surely there were tears in yours. This was the moment you had waited for since you were small. It was your wedding day, when you and Loki would commit to one another for the rest of your lives. 

The officiant cleared his throat and you both turned to look at him. Asgardian weddings could vary so much. Everyone expected you to have the biggest wedding anyone had ever seen since Odin and Frigga’s, but here you were. It was just the three of you there. You didn’t recognize the officiant who was holding your rings, but it didn’t matter. The ceremony was going to be brief anyway and then you and Loki could do whatever your hearts desired. 

At first, the officiant spoke about your forefathers and mothers, asked them to bless you on your shared journey that was about to begin. He talked about Valhalla, and wished you strength and luck for your future. Eventually, it was time for your vows. You were slightly nervous then and you wondered how you would’ve felt if all of Asgard had been watching you. That would’ve been a nightmare. 

Loki took a deep breath as he prepared to speak. He had tried his best to remember his vows without having to look at a paper. Although he had known you for so long and shown you his most vulnerable sides, he felt jittery as he prepared to recite his vows to you.

“Y/N,” He began by saying your name. You gave his hands a comforting squeeze. You wondered if his words would make you cry. 

“You’re the love of my life. I still don’t understand what I did in order to end up with you, but I promise to make it all worthwhile. I assure you, I will stand by your side through thick and thin. I won’t let anything come between us, ever,” Loki seemed more confident after a few lines. He stood more comfortable and let the tension wash away from his muscles. 

“I will treat you like the goddess you are and I will support you through everything in life. You make me so happy, and I wish to make you happy too. I will cherish each and every day that I get to spend with you, because I love you. I love you for all that you are and who you will become as we grow. You make me feel like a better person and you make me want to be good.”

“...I want to listen to you, to be your rock. I want to go through good days and bad because now I know that I won’t be alone. I know that I am much to handle, but I will never allow my life to come in the way of yours. No matter where life takes us, I won’t leave you alone. As long as we’re together, I promise to be the best version of myself. For our future family, for us, for you,” Loki continued his vows smoothly. Each word seemed to come straight from his heart and soul. They certainly tugged at your heartstrings in the very best way. There was no doubt, Loki loved you as much as you loved him.

“I will love you, always,” He finished his vows with a pledge. If it wasn’t for the ceremony, you would’ve kissed him. Each cell of your being was practically begging for it, but you kept yourself together for just a while longer. 

He grabbed the golden ring carefully, afraid he would drop it. Then he held your hand and slipped the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and it looked amazing. The green jewel looked like magic as sunlight pierced through it from a million different angles. You would have to get used to carrying that on your finger, but it wasn’t heavy. It was just right.

Now it was your turn. Both Loki and the officiant looked at you expectantly. How could you match Loki’s words? You only hoped that he could feel the sincerity of your soft spoken words. 

“Loki, you are the light of my life, the reason why I get through even the hardest of days, and why I can enjoy the good days even more than I usually would,” You tried your hardest to stay composed. A part of you wanted to crumble because you were so overwhelmed with love. When you felt his hands on yours, you managed to stay calm and collected and you continued,

“I promise to be your ally in conflict, your partner in life, parenthood, crime,” You joked just to ease the tension you felt, earning a chuckle from Loki who hadn’t expected that, but he found it amusing nonetheless. This was exactly why he loved you. You were never too serious. Truly, you were his partner in crime.

“I promise to be yours forever. Being with you makes life feel complete. On hard days when we argue, I promise I won’t go to bed angry. I want to work with you through everything life has to offer. I will never abandon you. If you go, I go, right?” You paused for a moment and tried to remember the rest of your vows. You had written them down several times and you were happy you did so, because it made it so much easier to remember. The sentences came straight from your heart now.

Before you could go on, you decided to grab the ring that would soon decorate his hand. You held onto it for dear life.

“I can’t wait to grow old with you, Loki. I promise to give you my heart, my soul, my faith. Regardless of what happens in the future, I’m here for you. We will face it all together. From this day forward, until the day we die, until we are reunited in Valhalla, I love you. Always,” You felt immensely relieved as you finished your vows. It felt good to have said it all and know that soon you would be married. 

Loki let you put the ring around his finger, and his ring fit him flawlessly too. For a moment, you adored the way your hands looked now that you both had your wedding rings on. It was almost too good to be true. 

And when you tried to study Loki’s expression, you felt confident that the words had been enough for his ears. You couldn’t remember ever seeing him look so radiant. It was like you had stepped on cloud nine together and nothing could possibly drag you down. 

The officiant deemed you finished, so he spoke, “I say this before our forefathers and mothers so that they may bless this marriage. They may bare witness to the bond that you are about to form,” He turned to face the prince, “do you Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?” 

The moment you had waited for was finally here

Loki faced you fully and he couldn’t dream of getting married to anyone but you. It was easy for him to say, “I do.”

The man nodded and then asked you the very same question, “Do you Y/N Y/L/N, take Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until all eternity’s end?

Your heart was racing in your chest. It was like you were floating, that was how delighted you felt. There was no doubt to be found in your voice as you responded,

“I do.”

“Very well then,” The man failed to hold back a smile, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the gods and goddesses of Valhalla bless this marriage.”

Just like that, you were married.

Both of you were so ecstatic. When Loki leaned close to you and kissed you, it felt like you had entered paradise. Like all the flowers bloomed in seconds, like butterflies danced all around you, like you were bathing in sunlight and magic. You were enveloped in each other’s arms and your lips were sealed in a passionate kiss that felt never ending. It was your first kiss in the new chapter of your lives, and it was just for you. 

The officiant gathered his things and left as quietly as a mouse, which Loki and he had agreed upon previously. That you barely noticed as you were lost in one another. It wasn’t until you parted from the kiss that you realized you were alone, just the way you liked it, away from prying eyes. 

Loki wrapped his arm around your waist and then turned to look over the balcony. Vines were hanging over the railing and now you noticed the flowers he - or someone else - had set up. The sun was almost below the horizon and it painted the sky a beautiful mix of orange, gold and pink. Far away, you could already see a pool of stars gathering around the moons of Asgard. It was a beautiful sight. 

“We’re married,” Loki had to say it out loud. It was difficult to believe to be true. 

“Yes we are, my husband,” calling Loki that was thrilling. You wanted to shout it from the rooftops. 

My husband, he enjoyed the sound of that. He would never grow bored of hearing it, he was sure. Loki played with the material of your dress, finding it smooth to touch. He couldn’t wait to discard it. He wanted to make you get lost in pleasure and bliss that night. 

“I have a surprise for us,” Loki decided it was time. 

“You do?” 

“It’s our wedding day, my love. Of course I have more planned out for just the two of us,” Loki explained. He had been determined to make it special without guests. If others insisted on having a party later, that would be a problem for another day. You could celebrate without the judging guests and Loki’s family that could be a bit over the top. 

“Does it involve cake?” You wondered curiously as he offered you his arm to hold onto. As you accepted that, he began to lead the way.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

~ select your surprise ~

[surprise 1]

[surprise 2]

[surprise 3]

A/N: choose wisely! Or read them all, it’s up to you. 

I tried not to make the wedding too earthly, you know? I hope you enjoyed it. Now please, enjoy the surprise ending of your choosing :)

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Eyes on the Glass

Kinktober: Day 6, Mirrors

Loki x Reader

A fight between lust and self-deprecation ensues, all with the help of Loki’s room a mirrors.

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, a little choking, angst, self-deprecation, fluff

If there was one thing you knew about Loki it was that he liked mirrors. His bedroom was like a funhouse. Instead of paintings, ornate mirrors he would never admit he had bought from a mortal thrift store cover every inch of his walls. He collected shards and laid them across his windowsills until the room looked like a kaleidoscope. Even at night the reflective glass collected the stars and threw them across the room.

One day you had asked him why.  He claimed it was because it reminded him f the long hallways and glamorous tea rooms he had grown up in, but you still believed it was just because he liked to look at himself. Not that you could blame him, someone so beautiful shouldn’t be denied the right to reflect across so many surfaces.

It was a completely different story for you. Before you had even met Loki and his mirrors you could barely stand to look it one. From the moment your reflection was staring back at you, you couldn’t help but notice the flaws clustered across your face. Old acne scars and cheeks that turned red too easily were only the tip of the iceberg. Some days you even went as far as unscrewing the light bulbs in your bathroom, just so you could go about your day in peace.

And now you were living amongst the prettiest people in America, it just wasn’t fair.

Loki had been the target of your affection for months. Once you were able to get over the nasty little thought of what he had done to New York and he started treating you like an actual human being, it was impossible to stop your torrent of feelings for the god. So, stuck in a state of pining and self-deprecation. It didn’t help that the woman that flocked to his side were the utter opposite of you. Slender where you were muscular, smooth where you were rough, and graceful where you were awkward.

You thought you knew pain, but it seemed that nothing compared to the sound of Loki leading a new girl to his bedroom night after night. You wanted to move your room, there were plenty of others but the only thing worse than listening to Loki’s conquests was the idea that he would know you were hurt. He was your friend, and moving would not only ruin your friendship, but you were sure it would only make you more miserable.

And so, with all your pining and misery you were spending yet another evening home alone with only a glass of wine and another trashy romantic drama for company. You used to like time spent alone, but now it seemed like that was all your time.

Beneath the layers of sadness and mundanity it was no surprise that when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts you jumped about a mile high.

“Loki,” you gasped with a laugh, clutching your heart with a trembling hand, “I didn’t realize you were home.” Quickly you gave him a once over, taking in the casual clothes he had chosen for the evening, nothing like the black suits he normally chose when he went hunting.

“I decided to spend the night with you if that’s alright?” he said and your heart nearly jumped through your ribs as you tried to remain calm enough to give him an answer.

“Of course, I’d love nothing more,” you replied, folding your feet beneath you, offering him a spot on the loveseat. He smiled and accepted. You tried not to notice the feeling of the couch shifting as he sat or the way he patted your leg in the most ‘let’s just be friends’ way possible. “Do you want some wine?” He nodded and you jumped off the couch, racing towards the kitchen for an extra wine glass; thankful for the excuse to catch your breath and slow the heartbeat you know he could hear.

You returned to the couch and sat on the opposite end, practically cuddling with the armrest.

“Y/N, come, sit closer,” he instructed and nervously you moved closer. He smiled and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around you and tugging your feet over his lap. After a few moments you relaxed and reveled in what was happening. You gave yourself a subtle pinch, just to check if it was a dream but nothing had ever seemed realer.

Eventually the movie drew to a close and the two of you were absolutely trashed over the expensive dessert wine you had snuck from Tony’s special stash. He had managed to pull you into his lap, and you were both laughing about nothing. You met the man’s eyes and suddenly silence engulfed the room. You tried to turn away, but something stopped you, something soft and sweet, something that couldn’t possibly be his lips pressed against yours. It couldn’t possibly be that sort of something, and yet it was.

Kissing Loki was better than you had ever imagined. The way his hands held you and the way he seemed to murmur confessions against your lips sent your heart into a whirlwind. You’re not exactly sure how it all happened after that. One second you were straddling him, hips rolling forward as he ravished your mouth and the next, he was carrying you to his bedroom, legs still wrapped around his waist. It wasn’t until he tossed you on the bed that you seemed to sober up.

Those cursed mirrors were everywhere, and they were all staring at you, with deep, hateful eyes. In a panic, you shoved him away, gasping for air.

“What, what is it?” he asked but you were to busy staring. What on god’s earth were you doing here? Scurrying out of bed you made a break for the door.

“How could I be so stupid. If I wanted to be a fool there are easier ways to do it,” you muttered to yourself, throwing open the door. Your room was so close your fingers were brushing the doorknob when a pair of strong arms pulled you back.

“Y/N, what have I done?” he asked, but shame kept you silent. You just wanted to close your eyes and forget you had ever seen such a sight. “Y/N, please.” God, he was pleading now. He sounded like you were causing him pain, like he wanted to look at you.

“I can’t, not with the mirrors,” you whispered, watching his face with dismay. He raised an eyebrow before his face was filled with an angry understanding.

“Y/N, do you not believe you are beautiful?”

“You’re drunk,” you choked out with an angry laugh, but he shook his head.

“Mortal wine does nothing to me, and even if it did, I have never been more sober. Now, I asked you a question. Do you not believe you are beautiful?”

“Not compared to the other woman that you sleep with.”

“They are nothing compared to you.” Now you really were laughing, and he was frowning. When it seemed that it was not all a cruel joke your laughter subsided, and shock took over. Was he blind? Was he even speaking to you? “Come, let me show you what my mirrors are really for.”

Lamely you allowed him to take your hand and lead you into the dreaded room. He positioned you in front of the largest of the mirrors and after a few moments, told you to watch. You shakily pulled your eyes away from the golden frame you had been so ardently studying and locked eyes with his reflection. As you stared the shock of his confession only grew stronger. You were certainly nothing to look at, especially in nothing but a long sleep shirt and ponytail.

If only you had dressed up for such an event.

He pulled the hair tie from your hair and allowed the messy locks to fall around your shoulders. He pulled your gaze away from the mirror for a moment, only to kiss you, and then your eyes returned, just as his hands found the hemline of your shirt. As he lifted it over your thighs you squeezed your eyes shut, not daring to look at the haggish sight that would send him running for the hills.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded as the fabric hit the floor. You shook your head and a soft hand wrapped around your throat, thumb brushing against your chin with impatience. Hesitantly, ever so hesitantly, you obeyed.

The moment you saw yourself in the mirror was not a magical one, in fact, you were impressed you didn’t run from the room that very second. The only thing that was different was Loki, who was staring at your with eyes that screamed lust. With his hands wrapped around you, cupping your chest it seemed he was unable to pull his eyes away. The hand that enveloped your chest drifted down your stomach and two fingers dipped into your dripping core.

It was a strange sight, to watch your body react to something so wonderful. Your muscles tensed, goosebumps sprang up along your skin, and it was all there for your viewing pleasure. You were able to see the very moment his fingers entered you and the way your lips parted as a moan drifted off your tongue. The mirror caught everything, every droplet of sweat, every quiver, every deep breath. You tried to look away, but he always returned your eyes to the reflective glass, whispering words that you could barely hear over the sound of your won ecstasy. When your legs began to shake he turned you around and returned you to the bed, a sweaty, whiny mess.

“On your hands and knees,” he demanded, and you did so, angling your body just enough to avoid any reflection. He seemed to catch onto your plan quickly and yanked your hips to side, returning your gaze to the mirror where he had tortured you moments before. His hard member touched the achy folds of your center and you let out an explicit moan, backing your hips against his length. He grabbed your hips and slid into your entrance, stretching you all along the way. “If you take your eyes off that mirror I will stop until I am satisfied they have returned. Do you understand?” You nodded and then it began. With grace and dignity he thrust inside of you, his hand drifting to your hair and tugging, as if to remind you where your eyes belonged.

It was truly a sight to behold. He was like a king in his courtroom, staring down at you with desire. Even stranger so, you looked… incredible. With every thrust your body responded deliciously, muscles straining, eyes widening, lips parting. Your hair brushed against your cheeks like that of an angel being taken by something unholy. It seemed you too couldn’t take your eyes off the sinful sight in front of you. It was your own personal erotica.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled and for the first time that night you believed him.

Your legs were shaking again, trembling at the force of his repeated attacks. You were so close you could feel it in your chest, twisting and aching to explode, and with one final thrust you both did so, riding through the high until you were exhausted. Ina heap of sweat and ecstasy you collapsed, pulling Loki’s lips to yours. His kiss was soft and sweet once again, no sign of the previous domination remained.

“Do you believe me, my love?” he asked, and your heart fluttered as you nodded. He smiled, as if this had been his plan all along. With a final conscious breath you closed your eyes, the last thought that crossed your mind was, of course this had been his plan along, he was the Trickster God after all.

A/N: Random idea. Very fluffy. A little awkward… probably what would actually happen if you took Loki to a thermal bath spa when you are seriously crushing on him… enjoy! ;-)

Words: 4087 Warnings: a lot of fluff, sexual themes, implied smut

Birthdays were special—or at least, they should be. For the last decade, however, your own reflection in the mirror had been the only one wishing you a happy birthday. You had grown used to it. Loneliness was not so bad once you learned how to deal with the ache in your heart. But perhaps this year could be different, even though by now, you avoided telling the people in your life about your date of birth.

You had joined the Avengers a little over eight months now—and even though they were all nice and kind, there was only one other person you truly connected with. Loki. The man who had, only a few years ago, attempted to subjugate the entire planet. You shook your head quickly. It had not been his fault, not entirely. He had suffered under Thanos’ torments as much as you had been suffering under your loneliness. He was lonely too. Thor was his brother but he was no longer a friend, not really. The distance between them, albeit not physical, felt heart-breaking to even watch.

Surely, Loki would not be opposed to joining you in the thermal bath spa today. You intended to treat yourself, clandestinely and quietly, for your birthday. Having Loki with you—the man you could not only spend countless sleepless nights with talking about life, desires and fears but also caused your reoccurring and uncontrollable wet dreams. Seeing him shirtless for almost an entire day would put the cherry on top of your imaginary birthday cake.

Cautiously, you knocked on his door, your bag already packed. You would not need more than a book to relax with, some snacks (some of which were healthier than others), a towel and another bikini to change into, especially since the exclusive sauna was a no-clothing area anyway. Oh… if you got Loki to join you there…

“Yes…?” Loki’s disinterested face practically lit up when he realised it was you who had knocked. Smiling, you squeezed yourself through the gap.

“Hi.”

“Good morning.” He frowned, eyeing your bag. “Are you going somewhere?”

“I am, and I was wondering if you would like to join me. I’m heading to a local thermal bath spa to relax a little. You know… whirlpools, saunas, massages…”

Intrigued, he leaned forward. He remembered receiving positively amazing massages from Asgardian therapists in the palace when he was younger. They had worked wonders on his exhausted muscles after his training with Thor.

“Who else is coming?” He asked.

“No one. Just you and me.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “Very well.”

-

It had taken him time to warm up to you, and he had not just once questioned your intentions and sincerity. It warmed your heart, seeing him blithe, cheeky and curious now whenever the two of you were together. It almost felt like catching glimpses of his old, light-hearted self—before he had found out he was a Frost Giant; and that his whole life had been but a lie.

Loki had a good heart—he merely protected it well.

“Are you telling me we are going to share these pools with other people?!” He exclaimed in a downright horrified manner as you walked past the first swimming area to the reception.

“Oh… yes.” You giggled. “I’m afraid so, the spa is open for other customers too, after all. I’ve booked a booth all for myself… so we’ll have as much privacy as possible, alright? Hi!” You smiled at the receptionist who gave you a court nod.

“I’ve made a reservation, the name is (Y/L/N).”

“Oh yes, Ms (Y/L/N), you’re right on time. Please, let me escort you and your partner to your booth. Inside, you’ll find our welcome package, including champagne and the hot chocolate for your massage. If you need anything else, you can pay with your bracelets which will also give you access to our sauna world. Any purchases made will be added to your bill when you check out, other than that… we’re happy to help if you are experiencing any problems.” The words bubbled from her mouth like the gushing waterfall in the whirlpool area.

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you.” You stuttered. You blinked, blushing furiously. Loki spoke up as soon as she was gone and left you to change into your complementary bathrobes.

“Hot chocolate… for our massage?”

“Um… yeah… the package I booked to get this booth is intended for couples, usually.” You had almost forgotten about that when you decided to invite Loki this morning… Well, at least, the booth was nice. Opaque and dimly lit, it reminded you of an indoor-tipi. Inside, a giant round mattress took most of the space, along with a small table with, like the receptionist had promised, the hot chocolate and a bottle of champagne with two glasses.

“Ah. I see.”

Your heart skipped a beat, no, several at once, when Loki’s blue gaze met yours. If only he knew about your wet dreams… with a sigh, you undressed until all there was left was your bikini. You truly couldn’t wait to dive into the whirlpool first thing before your massage appointments, but what you were looking forward to even more was spending an entire day with Loki completely shirtless.

You gulped, quietly, when he followed your example. Quite hilariously, he had been rather unfamiliar with the concept of swimwear. On Asgard, nudity was rarely frowned upon when it came to bathing, whether it was a giant bathtub or a lake—still, Loki had always had the privilege of complete privacy as a prince, so he had told you.

He had refused to borrow one of Tony’s bathing trunks and instead opted for magic. Now, all he was left wearing were a pair of black swimming trunks with green and gold accents, complimenting his pale, yet well-defined and muscly chest.

“Do you like what you are seeing, my dear?” Blinking, you cleared your throat, quickly looking away. You blushed again, causing the God of Mischief to chuckle to himself. He truly was a tease. By now, you had learned this much—Loki was constantly torn between his smugness and confidence because of his physical superiority over you and his own shyness and insecurities whispering to him that as a Jötun, who would ever find him attractive compared to the mighty Thor?

You longed to prove him a lot more often he was indeed a lot more handsome than the Thunderer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said finally, his cheeky grin growing even wider when you grabbed a towel and headed for the whirlpools. Loki followed you amused.

-

“Loki…?”

“Yes, my dear?”

You had been watching him, secretly of course, for the past twenty minutes now. How his muscles danced when he leaned back and closed his eyes, arms spread on the edge of the whirlpool and his Adam’s apple moving slightly when he swallowed… his wet body shimmering in the dim light of the spa… focus.

“Is there a reason nobody else is willing to join us in this particular whirlpool?” He really liked this one. For the past hour, you had been trying them all out. You could tell he preferred those with lower water temperatures. Oddly, however, other customers practically seemed to avoid the pool. Granted, some of them might have recognised him… but surely not all of them.

“I would never…” He teased, opening one eye and glaring at you mischievously. You grinned, shaking your head. For Heaven’s sake, you would only love to swim over to him and sit on his lap, find out what it would feel like to straddle him and to explore his muscles with your wet palms… but you would probably freak him out if you did. Loki had never indicated he had a romantic, let alone sexual interest in you. Your wet dreams would most likely remain just that—dreams. Wishful thinking. You sighed, taking a peek at the huge clock on the wall.

“We have one and half more hours until our massages. I’m gonna dry off and head to the sauna for a bit but you can stay here if you like.”

“No,” he replied quickly. “I will join you.”

You climbed out of the whirlpool with a smile, your body, instead of freezing, growing hot as soon as you heaved yourself out of the water. The cool air should have made you shiver, yet you felt your back burning. Loki was watching you, you were sure of it. Intently.

You returned to your private booth to put on your bathrobe, with Loki following you suit. It was nice and warm inside, perfect for a short break.

“Ugh, stupid hair…” Grumbling to yourself, you struggled to make your wet ponytail presentable again. The God of Mischief chuckled and raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smirk tugging at his lips.

“Come.” He said, reaching out for you. Blinking, and ignoring your rapid heartbeat, you obeyed. He made you turn around so you were sitting between his legs, holding onto his thigh for support. You had expected so much out of this spa visit with Loki… but not that you would become so aroused throughout the day. This man could be breathing peacefully and it would make you horny. For Heaven’s sake…

You almost purred when he suddenly ran his long fingers through your wet streaks to untangle it a little. He removed the hair tie easily and soon began to part your hair in three. Before you even realised what he was doing, he was already braiding it neatly.

“You… wow. Thank you. How do you know how to do that?” And how do I get you to do this more often? His fingers had felt wonderfully in your hair and on your scalp. You could only imagine him pampering other parts of your body…

“I used to do it for my mother as a child. I always came to hide with her in her dressing room. It somehow calmed me down whenever Thor and his friends… never mind.”

Turn around, a seductive voice in your head screamed. Turn around and kiss him, now! But you did no such thing. Instead, you darted away from him as if stung by an adder, much to his surprise.

“S-sauna.” You said quickly. “ Loki nodded, eyes, however, widening fast when you started taking off your bikini under the bathrobe.

“What are you doing now?”

“Uh, there are no clothes allowed in the sauna.” You mumbled in response, curious about how he would react.

Gosh, ever since your arrival, you were torn between seduce him and pounce on him and run away screaming. You just couldn’t decide… in fact… in fact you wished he would just pull you on his lap and kiss you senseless.

“You mean to run around naked? Among strange men?” He countered as he approached you slowly. He looked good in that white bathrobe, it complemented his wet raven hair… argh, focus! Loki sounded almost… possessive. A sign? Would he kiss you? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Perhaps you should just tell him it was your birthday and ask for a proper kiss as your birthday gift.

“I do it all the time, Loki. No one cares about the nudity in there. Besides, it’s rather dark in the cabins. I understand if you don’t want to do it though, you don’t have to come with me, I can—”

The God of Mischief snorted. “I am not letting you go there alone.”

You paused, mid-sentence, a smile tugging at your lips. Now you couldn’t just kiss him but at least, you could hug him. Loki always acted like he hated the physical affection you often showered him with but in that aspect, he was a bad liar. A sigh escaped his lips when he reciprocated your hug and wrapped his arms around your body. It was so tiny compared to his, the urge to protect growing within him like an ancient, primal need. Mine… he blinked.

Oh no, you were a mortal. He would not make the same mistake as his brother and fall for a woman who would die centuries before him.

“Let us go.” He had not told you yet but he was not overly fond of saunas. He was familiar with the concept, of course—steam baths and alike—but had usually avoided them back on Asgard. It wasn’t until he had found out he was a Frost Giant that he realised why he despised the heat so much and yet… he was willing to sweat with discomfort just so he could see your half-naked, no, all naked body all wet and warm and… Loki cleared his throat and let go of you like a piece of blistering firewood. Mutely, he followed you to the sauna world and used his bracelet to get inside.

He already longed to snap the necks of the men turning around to glare at you hungrily when you both entered, his left hand jerking slightly as he almost brought it to the small of your back to show them you were taken. They glanced away again quickly, realising Loki was not to be meddled with.

As soon as the two of you had disappeared into one of the cabins—an empty one, much to his relief—he flicked his wrist. A green, barely visible shimmer of light surrounded the opaque door. No one else would get to explore your naked body with their eyes now—only him.

Only then did he start to feel the gravity of the heat around him. It enveloped him, slowed him down… he took a deep, disgusted breath.

-

You shouldn’t be shy. Fuck it. Drop your towel. So you did, avoiding Loki’s heated gaze on you as you did and sat down. While part of you meant to lean back and present your breasts to him temptingly, another wanted you to cover yourself up again this instant. You looked up and…

Loki’s lips were parted. He didn’t even think about removing the towel around his hips. Instead, his greedy gaze wandered up and down your body, slowly and intimately. You gulped. It took him a moment to pick himself up.

Then, finally, he slowly removed his own towel, revealing the sight of his member. You swallowed thickly. He was big. Bigger than the average man, even in his soft state. Loki sat down next to you, another mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He knew. He bloody knew. He must have… right?

With any other Avengers, this situation would have been super awkward and strange but with Loki… it was peaceful. Neither of you felt ashamed to be naked around the other, no sounds disrupting the silence. The heat felt amazing, sweating all negative energy from your system even better. There was only the steam hissing in the background, the rapid beating of your own heart and Loki, panting frantically. Panting?

“Loki? Are you okay?”

“I feel fine.” He lied. You flinched when you looked over to him. Loki was blue, his eyes glowing red in the dimly lit sauna and his bare chest decorated with dozens of ridges you longed to trace with your fingertips.

“You’re blue!”

Taken aback, the God of Mischief gazed down at himself, jumping up as if stung by an adder as soon as he realised.

“A-are you okay?”

“Fine,” he choked out. You barely had a chance to reply before he stormed out of the sauna.

“Loki! Loki, wait!” Grabbing your towel before you could dart after him, you clumsily wrapped it around your body to cover yourself up. Loki had disappeared into the shower room.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye when he saw you approaching him slowly—ignoring the other naked man taking a shower as cool as you please. The pattering of the water onto the wet files echoing through the room pierced your ears the closer you came but you barely even registered it. Loki was leaning against the wall, palms pressed flatly against it. He looked normal again. Not blue.

“You were not supposed to see that.” He growled quietly. Hesitatingly, you put one of your hands on his shoulder blade. He had no idea how this could have even happened. His body reacted to the cold. To objects of Jötun origin, not to heat and hot air. It must have been a defence mechanism to cope with the sudden temperature change…

“It doesn’t matter, Loki. I knew about… well.”

“You knew I am a monster? A wolf in sheep’s clothing?” He snapped bitterly.

“I knew you were a Frost Giant. You’re not a monster. You haven’t eaten me yet, have you?” You joked, waiting for him to reply. When he said nothing, you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Loki, I didn’t think the heat would do… this. Are you… are you sure you’re okay? I don’t want to spend the rest of my birthday in the hospital.” Even though you were fairly certain a regular hospital could barely help the God of Mischief. You should have considered his race when suggesting the sauna. Why, for Heaven’s sake, hadn’t he refused to come with you? To… protect you, maybe? From other, greedy men? Your pussy clenched at the mere thought of it.

“What did you just say?”

“W-what? Nothing.” Shit.

“Your birthday. You said it was your birthday.”

Defeated, you gave him a court nod and shrugged innocently. “It… it is. That’s why I wanted to come here today, relax a little… and spend time with you. Let’s just… go back to our booth and forget this happened, alright?”

She is not afraid of you. She does not hate you. She is not disgusted. The thoughts tumbled through Loki’s head like a house of twigs collapsing in on itself. She wants to spend her birthday with you.

He nodded mutely, for once at loss for words, and followed you. He had sworn to himself to not make the same mistake as his brother, besides, a mortal was no match for him… right? How soon, however, would he once again find someone who liked his company simply for the sake of it? Someone who would spend their most important day with him of all people? Someone who did not despise his true nature? Perhaps… perhaps, he should reconsider.

Hungry for a snack to stifle the shock, you reached into your bag to retrieve a package of marshmallows once you were back in your private booth. It was your birthday, after all. You could have some additional calories today if you weren’t going to get any cake. Apart from that, you needed something to munch on, even after admiring Loki’s backside… and his very impressive manhood. You wondered, briefly, if his cock was covered in ridges too when he was in his Jötun form… and how they would feel inside of you. You should have looked down when you had the chance. Licking your lips with a hum in a weak attempt to distract yourself from your naughty thoughts, you ripped open the package and fished one of the marshmallows out.

In the meantime, Loki opened the champagne bottle and poured you both a glass.

“And what is that supposed to be?” He said as he handed you one of them.

“Marshmallows? You’ve never had marshmallows before?”

“No…” He responded slowly, rather suspicious towards the white sugar clumps.

“They’re sweet and soft and… here.” Unceremoniously, you dipped it into the hot chocolate. It shouldn’t go to waste, now should it? “Eat.”

Loki obeyed, still in doubt but he soon hummed in approval when he let it disappear in his mouth. “Delicious… Tell me, what was that hot chocolate intended for, initially?” He asked curiously when he had swallowed, nodding at it before taking a sip of his champagne.

“Um… well…”

Impatiently, he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s for, uh, couple massages. You know… you’re supposed to use the chocolate for… as…”

“Massage oil?” He finished your sentence with a nod. His blue eyes locked with yours, making your heart pound in your chest. By the Norns, he should have read the signs earlier. The way you looked at him—both shyly and provocatively at the same time… the way your breath caught in your lungs whenever he touched you, even if it was in the most innocent and decent way possible. You made him laugh, too. It had been a while since he had laughed, from all his heart.

“Hmm, I see. Well, perhaps you were wrong, my dear.” He mused and put his glass away, making his decision there and then. “Perhaps I will eat you after all.”

He smirked—maliciously at that when your eyes widened and he crawled up to you on the huge mattress, right until he towered above you. Unceremoniously, he reached for the hot chocolate and inhaled deeply. The scent was infatuating—Loki’s hungry glare, however, even more so.

“L-Loki… what are you doing?”

His lips parted, one of his hands reaching up to caress your cheek. You shivered, desire and affection rippling through you. What was happening here?

You couldn’t help it. Your eyes wandered down to his lips. What would it feel like to press your lips against his? What would it feel like… oh. He was kissing you. A moan escaped your throat when his mouth came crashing down on yours, kissing you gently at first and then, devouring your lips like his last meal. Your languishing glance, so it seemed, was all the invitation he had needed. Loki’s hands set your body on fire, exploring every inch of your skin, stroking your neck, your arms, your chest…

You squealed when he undid the messy knot you had tied into your towel, leaving you completely exposed beneath him. Once more, his blue eyes appeared to ravish you whole. Then, suddenly, you both witnessed and felt him pouring the warm chocolate over your chest and breasts, your already hardening nipples reacting to the sweet liquid immediately. Oh my… God…

You couldn’t have imagined it to be like this in your wildest dreams. Goose bumps lingered wherever his fingertips ghosted over your body, the droplets of chocolate tickling where they trailed down your sides, threatening to stain the mattress. Your breath was trembling from desire by the time Loki lowered his head to your body and finally released your now swollen lips, instead tending to the warm and sweet mess he had created on your upper body. His tongue darted out as he hummed in joyful anticipation, patiently licking you clean.

Your back arched, hips bucking up towards him and grazing his crotch. It was him who moaned this time, his free hand, for he propped himself up with the other, fondling one of your breasts. You wanted more. Oh, you wanted so much more. But not here. This booth was private but at the end of the day you were still in public. At home, back at the compound… if that was what he wanted too. Don’t be a fool… of course he wants it too, the horny voice inside your head complained.

“Hmm… this tastes much better than those marshmallows…” He purred. You whimpered when he sucked one of your hard nipples into his mouth and tenderly nibbled on it. The attention made you clench your legs. Betraying arousal was pooling in your centre, drenching your bikini bottoms. If he didn’t stop now…

“W-we’re going to miss our m-massages, Loki…” You attempted weakly.

Loki chuckled darkly. “Something tells me you wouldn’t very much mind that, my sweet.” My sweet… if you hadn’t been lying down, your knees would have given in now at the very latest. Loki had a lot of explaining to do, and so did you. You had pounced on one another like wolves in heat, like sex-starved beasts… but not now. For the time being, you would simply enjoy having broken the thin layer of ice remaining between you. “You are right, of course.” He added then. “I want to be the only one to hear you screaming my name…” Another low chuckle rumbled through his voice chords, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. Reluctantly, he released you and let you catch your breath. Naked, you sat up, eyeing him with a shy smile which Loki reciprocated. This spa day escalated quickly, you thought, giggling to yourself. Not that you were to complain.

He winked. “Happy Birthday, (Y/N).”

-

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Roommates (part 4)

Title: Roommates

Pairings: Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of stalking (and mentions of rape), explicit language.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Catch up: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Part 4

Even though Bucky has been watching her sleep almost every night, this morning was special. He woke up quite a while ago and had been watching her ever since. She looked peaceful like this, exactly where she belonged – in his arms. Careful not to wake her, he caressed her angelic face.

He was so proud of himself for getting in her bed, even after all they’ve been through. And he would make sure, that he stayed in there. Hence the reason, he didn’t want her to wake up. He was afraid, that she would change her mind and they would go back to being just friends. He was aware, that nothing really happened between the two, but this sure wasn’t just a platonic cuddle, right? At least he hoped so.

He would finally make her his. He didn’t care about the third guy she has mentioned, he would make her fall in love with him, if necessary.

Y/N shifted in her sleep and Bucky growled, as her ass grinded against him for a second. Smiling, she woke up. Immediately, she turned around and snuggled into Bucky’s broad chest, until he thought there wasn’t any space between them anymore.

“I could get used to this,” Bucky said, his morning voice low and raspy.

“I know right? You’re so warm!” Y/N pointed out, her over enthusiastic tone of voice already shining through, making Bucky chuckle.

They spent a few minutes just basking in the morning sun, content in each other’s arms. Until Y/N started poking him, repeating that she’s hungry. With a sigh, he got out from under the warm covers and they headed to the kitchen. Some of the other Avengers were in the area as well. They were eating, conversing or just minding their own business.

Bucky started preparing their breakfast, even when Y/N opposed, saying she’s perfectly capable of making her own food. He had none of that as he told her to sit down and let him pamper her for a day. So, she did.

Pulling out her phone, she hopped on the kitchen counter near Bucky. Her eyes went wide at the amount of missed calls from Jason. He has been calling during the whole night. She must have had her phone set on silent mode.

Her phone rang again. It was none other, than Jason. She showed the screen to Bucky. His face turned into frown as he told her not to answer. She leaned in and touched his forearm, pressing a green button on screen.

“Jason?” She put him on a speaker and Bucky listened intently.

“Yes, it’s me! Y/N, please don’t hang up! I want to apologize to you. Let’s meet. I realize it’s crazy of me to ask you to do this, but just know that I am truly sorry and would like to talk to you. So, that’s why I want to invite you for a coffee or tea, doesn’t matter. We’re going to be in a public place, so you feel safer. Oh gosh, I feel like such an idiot. Meet me in our favourite café in an hour. I’ll be waiting.” And with that, he hung up.

She was so confused. This was not how she imagined the phone call would go. Not knowing what to do, she looked at Bucky, who was tightly gripping a knife, he cut vegetables with.

“Don’t even consider meeting him.” His voice dangerously low, as he ordered. Jaw clenched, brows furrowed, knuckles white – he looked intimidating.

“Why? I mean, he obviously wants to apologize.” She pleaded. Why was she defending him? She always believed in second chances, but Bucky couldn’t let her get hurt by Jason again.

“You’re joking, right? Almost had me.” Bucky chuckled, getting back to cutting the vegetables.

“No, I am quite serious actually. You can’t tell me what to do!” She raised her voice, pulling the attention of other Avengers onto them.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me, when he tries to rape you again!” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He looked at her with wide eyes.

“Shit! I’m sorry, princess.” He tried to apologize, but she just stared at him in disbelief, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn’t believe he would say something like that to her.

Any hope she had for them getting together vanished. Just like that. There was no way in hell, he liked her back after what he just said.

“Don’t apologize. At least now I know, how you really feel. Don’t worry, I won’t be a burden anymore.” She retorted, her voice poisoned by the rush of hatred and disgust. Everyone in the room watched her storm out, then they focused their unwanted attention on Bucky.

“Real classy,” said Steve, as he walked up to him. Bucky just gave others in a room a cold stare and went back to cutting his vegetables. He fucked up.

Y/N got successfully to her room, without spilling any more tears. It was difficult to keep them in, but she decided, that no man is worth it. She had a hard time taking in what a jerk Bucky came out to be. She was head over heels for him and now, she felt nothing. Her heart was worn out. This was a final hit. She swore to herself to not fall for anyone ever again. Sure, she was being dramatic, but it hurt so badly. And to think, she wanted to finally confess to Bucky today! Ridiculous, she thought.

If Bucky doesn’t want her, then she doesn’t want him. Simple as that. Stubborn as she was, she agreed to meet up with Jason. Not because she was interested to fix their relationship, but because she wanted to give him a chance to explain himself. Also, she wanted to piss off Bucky. She checked herself out in the mirror, the outfit she picked made her look hot. So what, that she was about to break up with a guy? It wouldn’t hurt to look good while doing so.

Making sure to avoid Bucky at all cost, she made her way through the Stark Tower and to the café. Jason was already waiting, as he said he would be. Right after noticing her, he motioned for her to come and sit in the opposite chair to him.

“Hi, thanks for coming, Y/N. You look great.” He gave her an awkward smile, as she greeted him back.

Jason knew how Y/N liked getting straight into the core of the problems, so he cut the small talk and began apologizing. He explained to her, that he was frustrated. When she gave him a puzzled look, he smiled bitterly.

“When you’re dating a pretty girl like yourself and she doesn’t want to sleep with you for such a long time, you start to get all kinds of insecure.”

“No, Jason, I assure you, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She said sincerely and squeezed his hand in hers.

“Well, I thought you weren’t interested in me anymore. One time, I even thought you were cheating on me with that Bucky guy.” He chuckled playfully. Y/N laughed.

“Oh no, not a chance me and him are getting together. But I have to be honest with you. When we met, I was in love with him. I think in a way, I still am. That night, when you came up to me, it was like a sign. So, I took my chances and here we are. But know, that you weren’t just a rebound. Because there actually wasn’t anything to forget, other than a stupid crush. Nothing ever happened between us, I swear. I’m sorry for hurting both of us.” She finished her monologue. Jason held both of her hands now.

“What a coincidence.” Jason said, as a confused expression plastered on Y/N’s face. “I was in that bar only because I broke up with my ex earlier that day. We both just wanted to forget and we found comfort in each other for a while. But I think it’s clear that we aren’t meant to be. Still, that doesn’t justify the way I treated you last time we saw each other. I am so sorry. I can’t stress this enough.” He squeezed her hands as a proof, that he meant every word.

They sat there, enjoyed their beverages and talked like old friends. Because that’s what they were from now on. Just someone, they used to know.

“Have a nice life, Jason.” She spoke in his ear, as they hugged goodbye.

“You too. Who knows, maybe someday, we’ll bump into each other.” He responded, giving her a kind smile. She gave him last kiss on a cheek and then they parted their ways.

Part 5

@vicmc624 @ok-but-loki​

Exile

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: I was planning a Loki fic for Valentines but that didn’t turn out just yet so I wrote some Breach. Like hullo? Um, yeah, hope you guys enjoy. This series is very special to me and I hope you all enjoy. We’re closer to our end and I am so excited for it.

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

Four years later, somewhere in South America

You giggled as the small feet stomped down beside yours, a paper bag hugged against your chest as you tried to keep the contents inside. Luka’s laughter joined yours as you chased him down the dusty walk to your small house. 

“Wait up,” You called after him. 

He didn’t stop until he reached your front door; splintered wood with faded blue paint. You were out of breath as you caught up and he smiled up at you. 

“You said it was a race!” He said. “I won.”

“Yes, you did,” You said begrudgingly. “So as the winner, you can open the door for your poor old ma.”

You handed him your key and he fumbled to get it in the slot as you waited. He twisted the knob with both hands and opened the door for you. He held it open as you stepped past him. You set your bag down on the table just inside and helped him secure the latch. 

“We better get started on supper,” You chimed. “Your father will be--”

Your voice died as movement drew your eye to the sofa just inside the living room. You neared the doorway and glanced inside as your hand settled on Luka’s shoulder. James leaned against the couch, arms crossed, as he greeted you with his usual straight-lipped expression. The child wriggled free of your grip and ran to hug his father. You frowned.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house?” He ruffled the child’s hair but didn’t pay him much attention.

“You were late,” You accused. “And I didn’t have any bacon for the feijoadas.”

“So we eat late,” He countered. “I don’t want you taking Luka to the market anymore.”

“But… he never goes anywhere. That’s the only--”

“I mean it,” He interrupted. “We… might be leaving here soon.”

“Again?” You asked. 

You didn’t relish another relocation. In your years since your escape, you’d lost count of the small villages; the never-ending journey from hiding spot to hiding spot. The unrelenting paranoia that followed you wherever you went.

“There’s a man at work. New hire,” He explained. He paused and looked down at Luka as he beat at his leg and chanted “dad” at him. He lifted him easily with one arm as he pushed himself away from the sofa. “He follows me. Watches me. He won’t be alone.”

“You think he’s... “

“Even if he’s not, we should start packing.” He said. Luka pulled at his beard and got a grunt out of him. He shook his head as he looked to his son who chuckled at his discomfort. “What do you want, you little punk?”

Luka laughed again as his father cracked half a smile. He may have been cold to you but never with the child. 

“I pet a donkey today.” Luka announced.

“I told you not to,” You intoned. “He must’ve liked your smell.”

“Oh yeah,” James tilted his head.

“Mama said he reminded her of you.” Luka grinned.

“Myshka,” You remonstrated as you turned back to your groceries. “It was a joke.”

James grumbled as you lifted the bag and shook his head at Luka. “A donkey is strong. Resilient.” He carried the child into the living room and sat with him on the couch. “I suppose your mother and I are a pair of donkeys.”

You took the paper bag and retreated to the kitchen. You listened to the low timbre of James’ voice as it was balanced by the higher pitch of Luka’s sing song tone. You started to unpack your goods and pulled out the large beaten pot from beneath the counter.

Despite your itinerant existence, you had a routine and your little family felt like a home. While the man might have been reticent, he kept you safe and treated Luka well. He had helped you learn Spanish, then Portugese, though your English was still lacking. And while he never complained, he rarely said anything more than he felt necessary. 

He was fonder of the child than you, as it should be. It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. That you didn’t feel displaced beside him. A burden forced upon him by Hydra. Those days followed you; at night mostly. You woke from the dreams, more memories, in a sweat. He did too. You never spoke of it.

The hairs on your neck stood. The front room had gone silent. In the small house, you could hear almost anything. You set aside your spoon and wiped your hands as you neared the wide doorway. Luka was gone, his toys in the middle of the carpet. You stepped through and a shadow appeared beside you.

You turned and shoved away the man’s arm. You jabbed your heel up into his throat and reeled back to aim for his nose. James caught your hand just before you met his face and held you back as he coughed and gripped his neck. It was half a laugh, half a gurgle. 

Luka jumped out from the hallway. “She got you, dad!”

“She did,” James rasped out as he kept hold of your wrist.

“What are you two doing?” You pulled away from him and touched your chest. “You scared me to death!”

“Making sure you’re sharp,” James cleared his throat and continued to rub it. “Stronger than you look.”

“I do as you show me to,” You said as you cradled your hand still in shock. “That was very… mean. I…” You looked at Luka and felt a sob rising. No. You didn’t cry. Not since… “I am too busy for your games.”

You turned and stormed back into the kitchen. You went to the pot and added the beans to the mix. You stirred it as you heard James’ low voice from the next room. You sniffed and fought back the tears as your heart continued to pump loudly in your head. 

To think that Luka could be gone or hurt, even. And James. He might be little more than the stranger you’d met years ago but he was still integral to your fractured world. The last string keeping you together.

“It’s good. The fear,” He said from behind you. You dropped the spoon on the stove and turned to him with your hands on yours hips. “Use it. When you are scared, you use it to hurt your enemy. Make them more afraid than you are.”

“I know. You have said,” You spoke in Russian. You were angry. You couldn’t manage to seethe in Spanish. “That was not right, James.”

He frowned and his blue eyes strayed guiltily. “I had to make sure. You won’t know when they’re coming--”

“Do you think I am stupid?” You hissed. “Hmm? You taught me to fight, I remember. I practice. I play it through in my head every night. I only wish…” You voice crackled and you turned back to your stew. “I only wish I had known how to sooner… long ago…”

“Before…” He began softly. The air grew stifling as silence rose between you. “Me?”

“James,” You breathed and turned to him again. “I did not say…”

“You don’t have to,” He shook his head. “I remember too. I wish the same.” He looked down and his cheek twitched as he clenched his jaw. “I wish you had known… more that I had.”

“I…” You didn’t know what to say. “It was long ago.”

“Yeah,” He nodded and avoided your gaze. “But that doesn’t mean it’s over.”

You swallowed as he turned his back to you. You wanted to call him back, to talk, but you couldn’t think of how to. So you watched him drag his feet to the living room. He pushed his shoulders back as he stood at the doorway and watched Luka play. He broke the threshold and approached his son with a booming voice and your son’s giggles chased away the echoes of your fear. 

They were still there. Still yours.

---

Luka’s soft snores always calmed you. He slept on the mattress next to you. His warmth was stolid in the thick air. The shutters were closed as they always were. A single broken slat let in the night, though it was not much cooler than the day. 

A whole hour and you weren’t tired. You all slept in that small room. You and Luka took the mattress and James dozed in front of the door on the hard wooden floor. He refused to share the bed.

He had yet to retire for the night. You could hear the buzz of the radio as he sat in the living room. He listened every night; flicking between stations. He was later tonight. You could hear him pacing.

You carefully sat up and moved Luka’s small arm back beside him, careful not to crush it as you shimmied off the bed. He slept like a stone. You stood and kissed his temple in the dark. You looked at him one last time before you neared the door. You listened through the wood. The chair groaned as James sat again.

You turned the knob and pulled it open. You stood in the frame and peered out at him. He looked over at you and his blue eyes flashed. He spun the knob until the radio blipped off. He took a breath. He wore only his dusty jeans and a faded tank top. His metal arm shone stark beside his flesh and his fingers rubbed together nervously. 

“He sleeping?” He asked.

“You couldn’t wake him if you tried,” You stepped out nervously as he waved you over. “You should sleep too.”

“We need to go,” He said tersely.

“You said next week,” You passed him and sat on the corner of the couch, close to him. “It is not enough time.”

“But it’s the time,” He insisted. “It’s over. The wall is coming down. Germany is open, it won’t be long before the curtain falls.”

“Down?” You blinked. “It does not mean…”

“It means this world is changing. It will make us harder to find.” He explained. “It will also allow Hydra a broader reach.”

You nodded and leaned your elbows on your knees as you thought. “Tomorrow?”

“Now, if I could,” He said. “But…” He sighed and tapped his toe on the floor. “Not again. I have a plan.”

You were silent. You knew whatever plan he had, he wouldn’t tell you. He never did. Never told you where you were or where you were going. Just showed you how to hold your fist or hushed you. You hoped he was being honest. That this would be the last time.

You stared at him. He pretended not to notice as he ran his fingers over his thigh and lost himself in his own thoughts. You felt a pang and sat forward as a sudden wave of panic took you. You reached to him without thinking and grabbed his metal arm. He flinched and stared at your hand.

“You leaving us?” You asked.

“N-no?” He appeared genuinely shocked by the suggestion. “No. Never. Not Luka. Not…” He blinked and shied away. “You. I promised to protect you.”

You nodded and rescinded your hand. You let out a breath and sat back. 

“Good, good.” You said to yourself. “We would miss you very much. We would be lost without you.”

“Luka would be okay with you,” James assured.

“Not Luka, us,” You said. “I said we.”

He pressed his lips together and turned his face from you. He was hiding. When he looked back at you, his usual stoic expression hardened his features. You hated that. Hated how he guarded himself so closely. He was like that donkey; stubborn as hell.

“If we are to leave,” You stood slowly. “Then we should sleep. You hear? We? You need to sleep.”

“Alright,” He nodded. “I’ll be in soon.”

“I said sleep,” You repeated. 

His lips parted but he seemed to think better of his response. There was a glimmer in his blue eyes as he looked up at you. He shrugged and pushed himself to his feet. 

“You’re right.” He relented. “And stubborn, hell!”

“Hell, indeed,” You assured him and crossed your arms. “Don’t wake Luka.”

Back to the Future

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~1.9k

Warnings: none except fluff and my bad writing bc this is kinda old, btw this is an AU 2017 timeline shhh steve is 33/99 in this hehe

Summary: In which you give Steve the best birthday present possible, with the help of a few genius Avengers and time travel. 

"Hey! It's one of my favorite kickass superheroes!"

"My favorite Baskin Robbins employee!"

Scott squeezed you into one of his signature tight bear hugs. "Hi! It's been a while."

"Two months is pretty long, yeah," you nodded in agreement. "Where's Cassie?"

"She wanted to come, but had to go to a friend's birthday party," he explained. "I can bring her here next time she's free, though."

"Sounds good."

"So, what'd Tony call me over for again?"

You quickly looked around the lounge before lowering your voice to a whisper. "Steve's birthday is today and we wanted to plan a special surprise for him."

"Ooh, surprises? I love surprises!" he said as you sat down at the kitchen counter together, taking a bite out of a chocolate chip cookie. "I'm listening."

"So..." you rested your chin on your hand as you spoke, "we're going to bring his mother back from the 40's..."

"That's amazing! So everyone else is in on this, right?"

"Yeah. I'm having Sam keep Cap out of the compound for at least another hour by making them take a run throughout all of Central Park. We should probably head out now. You got the van, right? And Luis?"

"Yeah, he's waiting outside by the curb. I'll let him know."

"Okay. Meet us in the hangar bay."

Sliding your army green parka, you grabbed your purse and took the elevator down to the giant hangar bay, where the rest of the team had all gathered. Tony was fiddling with the controls panel as Natasha opened the gates, allowing Luis and Scott to park the van inside.

"Aye, wassup, Y/N?" Luis stepped out of the vehicle as Scott prepped it for the time travel, giving you a high-five. "So I hear you're planning a surprise for your boyfriend?"

"Steve's not my boyfriend," you shook your head.

"Yeah? Then what's with all those lingering gazes?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

"When are they getting back?" Wanda asked you.

"We have about..." you tapped your watch a few times, "...exactly 52 minutes from now."

"I feel kinda bad," Peter admitted, "I mean, as soon as Cap wakes up we kick him out of the compound to go running and we're acting like we all forgot what today is."

"Don't worry, kiddo, this'll make up for it," Tony reassured him, clasping his shoulder. "I'm sure of it."

"Alright, so here's the plan," you clasped your hands together, "two of you will be sent back to 1935, a year before Sarah Rogers passed away. You'll explain the situation when you arrive and while that's happening, the rest of us will start setting up the party in the lounge. When you're ready, press the buttons on your suits and come back. Capiche?"

"Capiche," everyone replied in unison.

"Great. Who's willing to volunteer?"

"Clint and I can go," Bucky offered, glancing over at the archer for confirmation, and he nodded in response. "I know my way around there very well."

"Alright. Everyone else, you know what to do. Let's get to work."

Both of them being over six feet tall just like Steve himself, and having speedy and nimble limbs, Thor and Loki had the giant banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAP!, the streamers, and balloons up and ready within 15 minutes. Wanda helped you, Natasha, and Peter started laying out all the food on the counter, while Tony, Rhodey, Vision, and Bruce organized the gifts and got the cards ready for you all to sign.

By the time everyone was finished doing their respective jobs, you had roughly twenty minutes before the two men were scheduled to return from their mid-morning run. The elevator doors slid open to reveal Luis and Scott standing there with Clint, Bucky, and a golden-haired woman who had the same piercing eyes as your Steve.

"Hi," she greeted, "I've heard from these two gentlemen here that you are the Avengers. How is Steve doing?"

"He's on a run with Sam," you replied. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Rogers. I'm Y/N."

"You're even lovelier than James described," she smiled warmly, shaking your hand. "And please, call me Sarah."

"I'm really not," you grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, "But thank you. I can see where he gets his kindness from."

"Oh, you're too sweet. By the way, how old is he turning today? I've lost track of time. I guess that's what age does to you, huh?"

"Well, aside from being frozen and all...33," you returned her smile upon seeing her amazed look, "Yeah, I know. I can't believe it either, even though I'm not much younger than he is."

"My boy really has grown up, hasn't he...Does he treat you well, Miss Y/N?"

"Of course!" you laughed as you set the cake on the dining table. "He's a great leader, and teammate." "I've always pushed him to try and find a lady since he entered high school. From what I’ve learned, you seem like the right one for him," she commented.

"Me? No," you brushed the thought off, "We're just friends."

"I may not have known you for very long, but I saw that little twinkle in your eyes ladies only get when they show interest in someone. And Steve, he's very lucky to have you, you know."

"Mrs—Sarah! We aren't—"

"See, even she agrees!" Bucky pointed over at her. "We've all been trying to push them together from the moment they first joined the Avengers."

"When is he getting back?"

"A little under 15, ma'am," Natasha responded. "That should be enough time for the finishing touches."

It was all chaotic from there; with everyone rushing around and making last-minute changes such as how everything was arranged and all. As soon as you got the text from Sam that they were on their way up, you looked up and immediately told the others, as Tony ordered them all to get in position.

"FRIDAY, turn the lights off," he commanded.

"Yes, sir."

The lights dimmed and turned off, and you, Natasha, and Wanda crouched behind the kitchen counter together, as the others hid behind the dining table or simply stood there when there was no more room left, and Peter curled himself into a small ball underneath. Sarah was standing around the corner, behind the pantry.

"Yes, that would be perfect."

"Hello?" Steve called out as he stepped out of the elevator with Sam by his side, looking around all confused. "Tony? Y/N? Nat? Where is everyone?"

"Don't know, man," Sam feigned cluelessness, "Maybe they went out or something."

You felt a pang in your chest upon peeking over slightly and seeing the hurt look briefly flash across his features. Locking eyes with Tony across the kitchen, you gave him a nod that signaled it's go time.

The lights flickered on and everyone jumped out from their hiding spots. "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEVE!"

It took Steve a moment to register what was going on before he reacted, mouth dropping open slightly as he took in the scene before him. "You guys did this all...for me? When? How? And why?"

"Because we wanted to make this year extra special for you, Captain," Peter stated with a wide grin, spreading his arms out. "You deserve it. Happy uh...9..33rd!"

"Oh, wait! Before we get to the cake and all, there's one more thing!" Your face brightened as you spoke. "Sarah? You can come out now."

"Sarah what...Who are you talking about?" His brows furrowed together in confusion. "What are you..."

"Hi, Steve," she stepped around the corner, approaching her son. "Happy birthday."

"Ma?" A look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face, eyes widening slightly. "Are you...is this real?"

"Yes, dear, I'm real," Sarah reassured him. "I'm sorry for missing out on so much...I wish I'd been there to see you grow up to become this man you are now. James made sure to catch me up on all that's happened this century."

Tears began watering in his eyes and he was rendered speechless. "I..."

"Hey hey hey, don't cry, sweetheart," she laughed as she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, patting his back as his body began to tremble slightly from his sobs. "It's okay, I'm here."

"Aw, I'm getting all emotional now," Luis sniffed. "This is too much sentiment for me, man."

Steve pulled away a few moments later, laughing as he wiped away the remaining tears from his face. "I can't believe this."

"It was Y/N's idea!" Peter exclaimed. "You have her to thank, not us. You can thank Wanda and I for the cake, though! But this, was all her idea."

He immediately pulled you into his arms, rocking you from side to side and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're the best," he mumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck, as your arms circled around his torso. "I can't thank you enough. How am I supposed to payback for this?"

"It's fine, there's no need to thank me," you chuckled. "As long as I get to see you happy, that's enough as it is."

...

Sarah agreed to stay for the week so she could make up for lost time with Steve before returning back to her normal timeline. After eating Wanda and Vision's delicious feast of Salisbury steak and potatoes, you got ready for cake and presents, sitting around on the couches in the living room together.

"So, from what James has told me here," Sarah spoke up, "Steve has seemed to taken a liking to someone not long after joining the so-called initiative? He talks about you nonstop when you depart for missions without him, Y/N, and you do as well."

All heads immediately whipped over to face you.

"Oh, ha ha, that..." you chuckled nervously, feeling your face heat up. It didn't help that Steve was sitting right next to you, and could probably see how red your cheeks were. "We're just friends, nothing more. Neither one of us has feelings for the other."

"LIES! LIES!" Pietro shouted. "That's a lie!"

"I'm not gonna deny that, because why lie when the answer's already been made obvious?" Steve shrugged. Everyone's jaws dropped at his statement.

"Okay, the ice cream cake's gonna melt if we keep sitting here and watching the lovebirds," Tony cleared his throat and began lighting up the candles one by one. "Let's do this."

After a quick chorus of 'Happy Birthday' (which was surprisingly good to the point that Wanda videotaped it since she claimed you sounded like a church choir) you were on to cutting the cake.

"I just wanted to ask something really quick. I know it's your birthday and all, but...where's the engagement ring, Cap?" Peter questioned, a mischievous grin on his face. "Are you gonna pop the question?"

"There's an engagement ring?"

"No, Ma, he's joking," Steve chuckled, though his face was now a deep shade of scarlet. "We haven't taken that step yet."

"Yet?" You looked over at him, confused. "So we're dating now, huh? Didn't know that."

"I guess we are," he smiled, holding your gaze for a second longer than normal.

"Well then," Sarah beamed, "you have my approval. I wish you the best of luck in your relationship."

"Hahaha, we will never let you fair Midgardians live this moment down!" Thor boomed, voice muffled by the piece of cake stuffed in his mouth.

Caught in his web, Chapter 26

Warning: Trafficking.

Chloe woke up with a banging headache from drinking the previous night. She groaned and rolled over in bed, opening her eyes she was faced with beautiful green ones staring into her very soul.

‘Good morning, doll. Feeling rough?’ He purred, reaching out to trail his fingers down her cheek.

‘Headache.’ She whined and closed her eyes again.

Loki hummed and slipped out of bed. He disappeared for a moment, then returned with a glass of water and some painkillers.

‘Take these. Unfortunately, I have no sympathy for you right now, since it has been self-inflicted.’ He chuckled, sitting down on the bed.

‘Gee, thanks.’ She grumbled, taking the pills.

Loki chuckled and leaned over to her, gripping her chin tightly he pressed a kiss to her lips. Then he got up and started to get dressed. ‘Drink plenty. Get some food in you. I’m sure your friends will be feeling the same. Tania should be here in ten minutes so will make you something. I’ve got to get going to the office. Ralph can take your friends home when they’re ready.’

‘Thanks.’ Chloe said with more meaning as she half-smiled at him.

Loki gave her a wink, then left her to it. She sighed and lay down again for a while, her hand over her eyes. The light was hurting her head still, until the painkillers kicked in.

She made her way back to her bedroom to find that Amanda and Georgie were awake. After they all got themselves dressed, they made their way downstairs. Tania had arrived and asked them what they wanted for breakfast, Amanda and Georgie were amazed that Loki had a maid. They thought it was the best thing ever.

‘So you slept in Loki’s room last night, huh?’ Georgie asked with a knowing grin.

Chloe rolled her eyes. ‘Yes, I did. Because you were snoring like a bloody pig!’

Amanda sniggered. ‘Are you sure that’s the only reason?’

‘Stop with the teasing guys! You know I’m fucking him, just quit it.’ She grumbled.

‘Alright, alright.’ Amanda laughed. ‘Where is he anyway?’

‘Out on business he said.’ Chloe shrugged.

‘Wonder what kind of business he’s doing.’ Georgie hummed.

-

Loki, David, Samuel and Ethan were heading a few hours out of London. When they arrived at their destination, it was an old abandoned airfield.

There was a small plane landing just as they pulled into the large hangar. Loki got out of the car and straightened his jacket as he walked towards another car that was waiting.

‘Afternoon, Sir.’ A man, called Josef, said as he approached Loki with his hand out.

‘Good to see you again, Josef. How many are we expecting?’ Loki said as he shook his hand.

‘There should be seven of them. My boss wants to check that you have the money?’ Josef asked.

‘I am a man of my word, Josef. You know this by now.’

‘I know, Sir. Just doing my job.’ Josef smiled and folded his hands on front of him.

‘Once they’re off the plane and we can get a look at them, I will get the money out.’ Loki said firmly and Josef nodded in agreement.

The men all turned to watch as the plane pulled into the hangar and came to a stop. A few of Josef’s men went over and was on guard as the door to the plane opened and steps were wheeled over.

Two men disembarked first, then seven girls followed, with another two men bringing up the rear.  

Josef barked orders at the girls in Czech, pointing towards a large van.

‘They’re all from Prague?’ Loki asked.

‘Yes. Five of them taken from the streets, two we managed to persuade to come with us because their parents are in debt. But they’re sisters, so it might be an idea to split them. The shorter one is a trouble maker, I’ve been told.’ Josef said.

His point was proved when said girl made a run for it. But David was quick and managed to capture her before she got far. He dragged her back over to the other girls, Loki walked over towards them.

‘Do they speak English?’ Loki asked, eyeing up the girls one at a time as he walked down the line.

‘I’m not sure, Sir. I don’t think so.’ Josef said.

‘Keep a hold of her.’ Loki ordered, motioning to the girl who tried to run.

One of the men that had been on the plane went over and roughly grabbed her, shoving her hard against the van.

‘Carefully!’ Loki barked, glaring at the man.

‘They’re just sluts. Why worry?’ One of Josef’s men said.

Loki turned towards him and took slow, menacing steps towards him. ‘While they are here, in my territory, they are to be treated with respect. Those sluts are to work for us. Treat them kindly and they will perform better.’ Loki snarled at him.

‘Sorry… Sir.’ The man said, shrinking back a little.

Loki turned back to the girls for a once over. He then turned to David. ‘What do you think?’

‘They look alright to me.’ He nodded.

‘Alright then. Get them in the van. Take two of them to work in our salon in Camden, send three of them on to Michael in Manchester and the last two, wherever you please, David.’ Loki looked at David to finish.

‘I’ll take two home with me. Could do with some new maids. I’ll take the troublemaker and that one.’ He pointed to one of the other girls. Then he turned to Ethan. ‘Can you organise a car to collect them?’

‘No problem.’ Ethan nodded and made a call.

‘Good choice.’ Loki grinned. ‘At least that splits those two up.’

The two sisters that were being split up went into hysterics when they were pulled apart. The girls, apart from David’s two, were shoved into the back of the van and carted off. A car arrived quickly to take the last two home with David.

‘Are you going with them or coming back with me?’ Loki asked.

‘I’ll go with them.’ David said.

‘Ethan, go with David. Just in-case. She’s a feisty one that girl. I’ll have Ralph come collect you when you get to David’s.’ Loki said as the girl was kicking and screaming at the man who was trying to get her into the car. The other girl that was with her just went in obediently.

‘No problem, boss.’ Ethan nodded and went with David.

‘Do you like shepherds pie?’ David asked Ethan as they walked to the car.

‘I sure do.’ Ethan nodded.

‘Great. Sue makes a wonderful shepherds pie, she will want you to stay for dinner.’

Loki chuckled, though felt a little jealous. He loved Sue’s shepherd pie. But he turned back to Josef and motioned for Samuel to come over with the case of money.

‘Thank you for a swift transaction, as always. Tell Matt that it was a pleasure to be starting business in this department as well. And that I’ll see him next month.’ Loki said he handed Josef the money.

‘I certainly will, Sir. Take care.’ Josef grinned, happy with the money.

Loki got back in his car with Samuel. They had Nelson drive them back to London.

‘At least Matt came through on his word, they are nice quality looking girls.’ Samuel said.

Loki hummed in agreement and nodded. ‘Indeed. I just hope Michael agrees, you know what like he can be sometimes.’

‘I’m sure he will. If not, there’s always plenty of others who would happily buy them.’ Samuel assured Loki.

‘True.’ Loki nodded. ‘One more thing, keep this silent from Chloe. I don’t care that she knows about the other things we do, but I do not want her to know about this. It would likely freak her out far too much.’

‘More than seeing you murder someone?’ Samuel chuckled.

‘I’d think so. She’s not going anywhere, so I don’t want her to even have a tiny bit of doubt in her mind that she might end up in the system. Alright?’ Loki said firmly.

‘No problem, boss.’ Samuel nodded.

‘What’s with the smirk?’ Loki narrowed his eyes at him.

‘Nothing, boss.’ He shrugged.

‘Out with it, Samuel.’ Loki growled.

‘Well… Ethan and I have noticed lately how attached you seem to be with her now. It’s a good thing, boss. You seem happier of late and I must say, she doesn’t exactly seem repulsed by your presence anymore.’ He teased.

Loki glared at him but smirked a little. ‘She’s a special girl, Samuel. One that I am never letting go of.’ Was all Loki said on the matter.

When Loki returned to the city, he had a few other matters to deal with. Someone had come to him for a big loan, another was looking for a new drug supplier that Loki was able to sort out. Lastly, he had to deal with a new police officer on the scene that had arrested an employee of Loki’s.

Loki had to go down and bail him out, where he came eye to eye with the new officer. It was clear upon meeting Officer Stones that he wasn’t going to be easy to get on side, he made it clear that he had heard of Loki and the disapproving look Loki received was all he needed to know.

But Loki just smirked as he paid the bail fee to get his friend out. Officer Stones did not look best pleased.

‘I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Mr Laufeyson.’ He threatened before Loki left.

‘I would highly recommend doing so, Officer Stones.’ Loki grinned, getting up in his personal space. ‘I am rather well known in the community, it will be nice to know that someone is keeping an eye on my back.’

His words knocked Officer Stones off guard slightly, he straightened up and cleared his throat.

‘You best get moving. Your friend is waiting for you.’ The officer said, narrowing his eyes at Loki.

Loki gave him a curt nod. ‘Nice to meet you, Officer Stones. I’m sure I will be seeing much more of you in the future.’

‘You can guarantee it.’ Stones said quietly as he watched Loki stroll out of the police station like he owned the place, winking at the receptionist who giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl.

-

When Loki returned home, it was quiet. He had a feeling that meant Amanda and Georgie went home. He had a quick glance in the living room and the kitchen, but Chloe wasn’t there.

He made his way upstairs to her room, knocking once before letting himself in. But she wasn’t in her room either. But he did hear music coming from her en-suite.

Chloe was in the shower, she had her music on quite loud so didn’t hear Loki sneaking in.

Loki shrugged off his suit jacket and kicked off his shoes, then he slowly opened the shower door and slipped in behind her.

He ran his fingers down her spine, making her scream in surprise. She turned around quickly, hands over her breasts and eyes wide until she realised it was Loki, then she visibly relaxed.

‘God, Loki… You could’ve knocked!’

Loki chuckled and moved in on her, getting his shirt and trousers wet as he stepped under the steady stream of the shower, but he didn’t care. He pressed her to the wall, a hand at her chest and he kissed her hungrily.

She grabbed at his shirt tightly, her breath taken away from her.

‘Your… Your clothes.’ She stammered out when he pulled back a little, letting her breathe.

‘They’ll dry.’ He shrugged.

Loki then proceeded to take her against the wall after sliding his trousers down around his thighs, hiking her legs up around him as he thrust into her and fucked her roughly, making her cum quite easily. When he finished inside her, his seed came dribbling out and down her thighs, but was quickly washed away with the water.

He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard until they both got their breath back.

‘Mmm, I think I want round two.’ He grinned, making her stomach flip.

Caught in his web, Chapter 26

TITLE: Caught in his web CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 26 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is a crime lord, a very dangerous man in the city. He is owed money, but the man is unable to pay Loki back, so Loki takes his daughter as payment instead.  RATING: M

WARNING: Trafficking scene. 

Chloe woke up with a banging headache from drinking the previous night. She groaned and rolled over in bed, opening her eyes she was faced with beautiful green ones staring into her very soul.

‘Good morning, doll. Feeling rough?’ He purred, reaching out to trail his fingers down her cheek.

‘Headache.’ She whined and closed her eyes again.

Loki hummed and slipped out of bed. He disappeared for a moment, then returned with a glass of water and some painkillers.

‘Take these. Unfortunately, I have no sympathy for you right now, since it has been self-inflicted.’ He chuckled, sitting down on the bed.

‘Gee, thanks.’ She grumbled, taking the pills.

Loki chuckled and leaned over to her, gripping her chin tightly he pressed a kiss to her lips. Then he got up and started to get dressed. ‘Drink plenty. Get some food in you. I’m sure your friends will be feeling the same. Tania should be here in ten minutes so will make you something. I’ve got to get going to the office. Ralph can take your friends home when they’re ready.’

‘Thanks.’ Chloe said with more meaning as she half-smiled at him.

Loki gave her a wink, then left her to it. She sighed and lay down again for a while, her hand over her eyes. The light was hurting her head still, until the painkillers kicked in.

She made her way back to her bedroom to find that Amanda and Georgie were awake. After they all got themselves dressed, they made their way downstairs. Tania had arrived and asked them what they wanted for breakfast, Amanda and Georgie were amazed that Loki had a maid. They thought it was the best thing ever.

‘So you slept in Loki’s room last night, huh?’ Georgie asked with a knowing grin.

Chloe rolled her eyes. ‘Yes, I did. Because you were snoring like a bloody pig!’

Amanda sniggered. ‘Are you sure that’s the only reason?’

‘Stop with the teasing guys! You know I’m fucking him, just quit it.’ She grumbled.

‘Alright, alright.’ Amanda laughed. ‘Where is he anyway?’

‘Out on business he said.’ Chloe shrugged.

‘Wonder what kind of business he’s doing.’ Georgie hummed.

-

Loki, David, Samuel and Ethan were heading a few hours out of London. When they arrived at their destination, it was an old abandoned airfield.

There was a small plane landing just as they pulled into the large hangar. Loki got out of the car and straightened his jacket as he walked towards another car that was waiting.

‘Afternoon, Sir.’ A man, called Josef, said as he approached Loki with his hand out.

‘Good to see you again, Josef. How many are we expecting?’ Loki said as he shook his hand.

‘There should be seven of them. My boss wants to check that you have the money?’ Josef asked.

‘I am a man of my word, Josef. You know this by now.’

‘I know, Sir. Just doing my job.’ Josef smiled and folded his hands on front of him.

‘Once they’re off the plane and we can get a look at them, I will get the money out.’ Loki said firmly and Josef nodded in agreement.

The men all turned to watch as the plane pulled into the hangar and came to a stop. A few of Josef’s men went over and was on guard as the door to the plane opened and steps were wheeled over.

Two men disembarked first, then seven girls followed, with another two men bringing up the rear.  

Josef barked orders at the girls in Czech, pointing towards a large van.

‘They’re all from Prague?’ Loki asked.

‘Yes. Five of them taken from the streets, two we managed to persuade to come with us because their parents are in debt. But they’re sisters, so it might be an idea to split them. The shorter one is a trouble maker, I’ve been told.’ Josef said.

His point was proved when said girl made a run for it. But David was quick and managed to capture her before she got far. He dragged her back over to the other girls, Loki walked over towards them.

‘Do they speak English?’ Loki asked, eyeing up the girls one at a time as he walked down the line.

‘I’m not sure, Sir. I don’t think so.’ Josef said.

‘Keep a hold of her.’ Loki ordered, motioning to the girl who tried to run.

One of the men that had been on the plane went over and roughly grabbed her, shoving her hard against the van.

‘Carefully!’ Loki barked, glaring at the man.

‘They’re just sluts. Why worry?’ One of Josef’s men said.

Loki turned towards him and took slow, menacing steps towards him. ‘While they are here, in my territory, they are to be treated with respect. Those sluts are to work for us. Treat them kindly and they will perform better.’ Loki snarled at him.

‘Sorry… Sir.’ The man said, shrinking back a little.

Loki turned back to the girls for a once over. He then turned to David. ‘What do you think?’

‘They look alright to me.’ He nodded.

‘Alright then. Get them in the van. Take two of them to work in our salon in Camden, send three of them on to Michael in Manchester and the last two, wherever you please, David.’ Loki looked at David to finish.

‘I’ll take two home with me. Could do with some new maids. I’ll take the troublemaker and that one.’ He pointed to one of the other girls. Then he turned to Ethan. ‘Can you organise a car to collect them?’

‘No problem.’ Ethan nodded and made a call.

‘Good choice.’ Loki grinned. ‘At least that splits those two up.’

The two sisters that were being split up went into hysterics when they were pulled apart. The girls, apart from David’s two, were shoved into the back of the van and carted off. A car arrived quickly to take the last two home with David.

‘Are you going with them or coming back with me?’ Loki asked.

‘I’ll go with them.’ David said.

‘Ethan, go with David. Just in-case. She’s a feisty one that girl. I’ll have Ralph come collect you when you get to David’s.’ Loki said as the girl was kicking and screaming at the man who was trying to get her into the car. The other girl that was with her just went in obediently.

‘No problem, boss.’ Ethan nodded and went with David.

‘Do you like shepherds pie?’ David asked Ethan as they walked to the car.

‘I sure do.’ Ethan nodded.

‘Great. Sue makes a wonderful shepherds pie, she will want you to stay for dinner.’

Loki chuckled, though felt a little jealous. He loved Sue’s shepherd pie. But he turned back to Josef and motioned for Samuel to come over with the case of money.

‘Thank you for a swift transaction, as always. Tell Matt that it was a pleasure to be starting business in this department as well. And that I’ll see him next month.’ Loki said he handed Josef the money.

‘I certainly will, Sir. Take care.’ Josef grinned, happy with the money.

Loki got back in his car with Samuel. They had Nelson drive them back to London.

‘At least Matt came through on his word, they are nice quality looking girls.’ Samuel said.

Loki hummed in agreement and nodded. ‘Indeed. I just hope Michael agrees, you know what like he can be sometimes.’

‘I’m sure he will. If not, there’s always plenty of others who would happily buy them.’ Samuel assured Loki.

‘True.’ Loki nodded. ‘One more thing, keep this silent from Chloe. I don’t care that she knows about the other things we do, but I do not want her to know about this. It would likely freak her out far too much.’

‘More than seeing you murder someone?’ Samuel chuckled.

‘I’d think so. She’s not going anywhere, so I don’t want her to even have a tiny bit of doubt in her mind that she might end up in the system. Alright?’ Loki said firmly.

‘No problem, boss.’ Samuel nodded.

‘What’s with the smirk?’ Loki narrowed his eyes at him.

‘Nothing, boss.’ He shrugged.

‘Out with it, Samuel.’ Loki growled.

‘Well… Ethan and I have noticed lately how attached you seem to be with her now. It’s a good thing, boss. You seem happier of late and I must say, she doesn’t exactly seem repulsed by your presence anymore.’ He teased.

Loki glared at him but smirked a little. ‘She’s a special girl, Samuel. One that I am never letting go of.’ Was all Loki said on the matter.

When Loki returned to the city, he had a few other matters to deal with. Someone had come to him for a big loan, another was looking for a new drug supplier that Loki was able to sort out. Lastly, he had to deal with a new police officer on the scene that had arrested an employee of Loki’s.

Loki had to go down and bail him out, where he came eye to eye with the new officer. It was clear upon meeting Officer Stones that he wasn’t going to be easy to get on side, he made it clear that he had heard of Loki and the disapproving look Loki received was all he needed to know.

But Loki just smirked as he paid the bail fee to get his friend out. Officer Stones did not look best pleased.

‘I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Mr Laufeyson.’ He threatened before Loki left.

‘I would highly recommend doing so, Officer Stones.’ Loki grinned, getting up in his personal space. ‘I am rather well known in the community, it will be nice to know that someone is keeping an eye on my back.’

His words knocked Officer Stones off guard slightly, he straightened up and cleared his throat.

‘You best get moving. Your friend is waiting for you.’ The officer said, narrowing his eyes at Loki.

Loki gave him a curt nod. ‘Nice to meet you, Officer Stones. I’m sure I will be seeing much more of you in the future.’

‘You can guarantee it.’ Stones said quietly as he watched Loki stroll out of the police station like he owned the place, winking at the receptionist who giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl.

-

When Loki returned home, it was quiet. He had a feeling that meant Amanda and Georgie went home. He had a quick glance in the living room and the kitchen, but Chloe wasn’t there.

He made his way upstairs to her room, knocking once before letting himself in. But she wasn’t in her room either. But he did hear music coming from her en-suite.

Chloe was in the shower, she had her music on quite loud so didn’t hear Loki sneaking in.

Loki shrugged off his suit jacket and kicked off his shoes, then he slowly opened the shower door and slipped in behind her.

He ran his fingers down her spine, making her scream in surprise. She turned around quickly, hands over her breasts and eyes wide until she realised it was Loki, then she visibly relaxed.

‘God, Loki… You could’ve knocked!’

Loki chuckled and moved in on her, getting his shirt and trousers wet as he stepped under the steady stream of the shower, but he didn’t care. He pressed her to the wall, a hand at her chest and he kissed her hungrily.

She grabbed at his shirt tightly, her breath taken away from her.

‘Your… Your clothes.’ She stammered out when he pulled back a little, letting her breathe.

‘They’ll dry.’ He shrugged.

Loki then proceeded to take her against the wall after sliding his trousers down around his thighs, hiking her legs up around him as he thrust into her and fucked her roughly, making her cum quite easily. When he finished inside her, his seed came dribbling out and down her thighs, but was quickly washed away with the water.

He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard until they both got their breath back.

‘Mmm, I think I want round two.’ He grinned, making her stomach flip.

A Dog No Longer I

❛ request | this is a request for hvitserk’s 5crown, um i was wondering if you could possibly write something about reader rejecting his marriage proposal considering that their relationship was strictly for sex but he fell in love, then years later he sees her married to someone else and we see a little dark!hvit or like berserker!hvitty

for hvitserks 5crown, could you maybe write something where he is fed up being the brother who hasn’t accomplished much so he challenges another earl for their kingdom and wins but instead of removing the wife he marries her himself and she is like some incredible shield maiden and she really hates him but he’s hvit is determined to win her over ? thanks lots love your writing btw like so much

❛ word count | 2043

❛ genre | action 

❛ summary | You were always meant to be his. But you never took him seriously.

❛ warnings | dueling, character death, violence, jealousy, aggression, light humiliation

He had many women but never a wife. None gave him the desire to make her his wife. Or rather, none before the shield maiden (Y/N), Berseker’s Bane. When you entered the field his men felt a sense of rejuvenation. Long were the hours upon the field pressing on to claim land in the name of his brother Ubbe. So when you appeared and shouted with the howl of a Valkyrie, calling out to Odin and Freyja, they would shout with you.  They would handle the smaller sort of warriors and you, just like his brother Bjorn Ironside, would take care of berserkers. You had a knack for it and sought them out on a bloodied field of fear induced excrement.

Come here, son of Ragnar.

For some time he wondered if the introduction of sex was his idea or hers. If the way that she wove her hips in front of a lit flame in front of Torvi’s body, climbing over her with the pure intention of driving him wild, was all an act to bring a son of Ragnar into her bed. Every moment that you rode him, driving his cum out into your fertile womb was nothing to you. This was all for a purpose. To have a child from the house of Lothbrok growing within your stomach.

Did you think this was ever more than sex for me Hvitserk?

Did you think you were actually special?

One day-- You no longer wanted him.

You could never have me. You laughed and went on about your business leaving him to his with a stomach full of his child. Years passed and Ubbe passed in battle. Torvi, as she always claimed, went down with him. In the last years that he made up for the death of Guthrum with the life of his nephews, there was a rise in your name. That was fine… good. Good until he came to Aarhus and all went to shit.

“King Hvitserk!” The man bellows. Older, but not bad looking. His hair was cropped short, shaved around the sides. Snakes wrap from one side to another. Earl Eirikr was a fine earl. His people were well loved and cared for. Trade began to flourish in Aarhus, making it one of the larger trading points in his newly acquired lands. But… there was an issue.

The woman sitting beside him as his would be queen? That was you. He can barely recognize you donning beautiful golden dangling earrings that contrasted against the passionate red that drove his hand straight to his pants as he walked in beside his nephews. The old man welcomes him forward with his other hand around your waist.

“My wife has told me much about you!”

He bet he fucking did. You wore that fine, unrepentant pride with your head raised. Obviously you were proud that you had gotten one up on a son of Ragnar. That couldn’t stand. He wouldn’t let it.

“What brings you to Aarhus?” King Eirikr asks. Hvitserk comes to a stop in front of the older king, his hand upon the pommel of his braid. Hvitserk’s nose tickles as he shifts to look at him past fluffy furs.

“You have stolen the woman I intended to make my wife. I need to spill blood.” Hvitserk says. Eirikr glances to you with his stormy grey eyes worn by bags of his stress. Reigning had aged him-- and so had you, apparently. He expects to speak and yet-- you did it for him.

“Ah.” Eirikr clears his throat turning to face you just slightly. “I did not not know you had an arrangement.”

“We didn’t. No man makes me do anything. I thought you would know that by now, Hvitserk. I suppose not, given how your brother-- dear late Ubbe always handed everything down to you.” Like a woman you egg him on. Hvitserk’s eyes keep still. The older he got, the wiser he became. He knew far more than expect that you would treat him with respect.

It’s a ploy to run him off.

“You’ve disrespected me. I challenge you to a duel.” Hvitserk folds his arms over his chest by his nephews. Gladly you step up to receive him.

“Not you.” Hvitserk holds your eyes. The heat he brings to the engagement is more than the little brat you were so used to. The pretty boy of the Ragnarssons who seemed to be more woman than man to you. His features are hardened. Once full cheeks streaked by scar and the long days of battle.

“If you are really a man, you will fight me for your wife’s hand. If you lose, I will take her and your lands.” Hvitserk says in a silken trill. At this you shove forward, huffing against his skin. The air you exhale into his face would normally have made him falter when it was you. Ubbe… and you. Nothing changes this time: if you were to say no on behalf of Eirikr, it would have been a show of weakness. After all, no man said no to a duel.

“Fine.”

Your fists clench into tight balls at your sides. If there was one thing Hvitserk knew you hated-- it was being the stereotypical woman looking for her forever man on her knees. You had rather take up his very sword and gut him like a raw fish regardless of the consequence.

“Mother? What are these men doing?”

A small figure pushes through the crowd. Young, yes, but approaching the age of manhood. These were vital years for him to learn the good art of battle, stratagem and self preservation. Hvitserk catches him within his vision-- green eye meeting green eye. No fool here would be able to tell Hvitserk Ragnarsson that this little boy was NOT his. The same willowy body, blond hair beginning to turn into his honey brown hue. You lurch out to tug the boy to your body, turning him and bringing your arms in front.

“This is your father, King Hvitserk and these are his men.”

Standing in front of him is a thin little boy. It doesn’t immediately register that this is the son you left him over at first. The same must have gone for the fine young man in front of him. What stories had you made up for why he was here?

“I don’t understand, mother. Why is he here?” The young man stands his ground in confidence that Hvitserk himself didn’t have at such a young age.

“For your mother.” Hvitserk unclips his furs and hands it off to his young nephew. He bends before his son, gliding his hand over the young boy’s arm to his shoulder.

“I’m here to take your mother as my wife.”

Never once had your son been approached by someone like that. There were shieldmaidens seeking your advice, men that congratulated his stepfather on arranging a good and fair marriage. All of these instances were blessings.

“No!”

With a whap of his fist against his cheek, Hvitserk raises away from his son. He would get used to it. Children were as fickle as women were. While he might be saying no now, he would be saying another story when his broken family was put together. The young man turns to hold you as if he could change this for an instant.

Something low in Eirikr’s stomach tells him that there was no coming out of this. For he had not the luck to fight a Ragnarsson, something that Hvitserk and all his glory did have. A man that was handed everything finally come to make something out of nothing? It would have been about time.

“Hurry up, Eirikr.” Hvitserk warms a dark, deep smile. “I can’t wait to bed my wife.”

Despite knowing better than to goad Hvitserk on, you reach out toward your husband. If another man wanted to fight for you, you wouldn’t just stand by without getting under Hvitserk’s skin. Long ago, Hvitserk used to be a man of primal things. Gluttony and pride were his chief concerns, oh but you knew, envy boiled underneath the surface.

“You can do this.” You brought your husband around, guiding his large hands around your waist. Slowly you guide Eirik into a smooth kiss, your palms against his furry beard. There’s something there beneath your rough exterior… something almost affectionate that Eirikr brings out of you. In all the time that he fucked you, he can’t recall once.

Not once that you touched him like that. Your hands never stroked the softness of his cheeks or held his jaw while you kissed him, lips and tongue all working against his own. Not during sex and especially not out of sex in the company of all these men. The normal, youthful Hvitserk would have just looked down. Look away and pretend that he was the dog that everyone on Midgard made him out to be. Even you who he thought… he truly thought he had something with. This in fact was another illusion by Loki and Hvitserk? Suddenly he was back to being that clueless dog. Not anymore.

His hand flew to his belt, clutching the grip of his sword and in one fine sweep he unsheathed it. You notice it before your husband, pulling your lips free from his just seconds too late.

“Uncle wait!”

He spins out and his blade slashes into the soft skin of your husband’s side to split his tunic open. Eirikr makes a sharp bark of pain in response, falling back toward the closest one of his men. Using the weight in his steps, Hvitserk stomps towards him without heeding anyone’s word in the matter. It’s not a fair start-- Hvitserk should have waited! The crowd begins to roar in protest.

You hold up your hand knowing that backing down would shame your husband who was… not of the same state of mind as Eirikr. For him, this was a fight. For Hvitserk, this was so much more. Everything accumulating up over the years in this one moment. In a way you thought he longed to show you the sort of man he could be.

“He is berserking.” You say from the side, reaching out toward your feisty green eyed son. Your arms tighten around him like a cage to keep him in place.

“I’ve never seen one up close!” Your young boy says as if it is a spectacle that causes you to cringe. No man should have to fight a man that bit his shield and roared with the feistiness of Nidghoggr. Eirikr darts underneath table in search for his weapon. Hvitserk follows close behind looking to devour him whole. When he finally gains ahold of a weapon, he might as well had not have had it in the first place.

Hvitserk is fast. He sweeps this way and that, weaving and ducking with every slash of the earl’s sword. Your son shouts something toward the man that raised him, pricking your ears with his words of love and encouragement. It wasn’t meant to last. Hvitserk puts all his weight into a sweep, thrusting the blade out of his hand. Hvitserk sweeps his blade up, then down his throat. It’s done.

Then, with that same hungry look, he looks to you.

The sons of Ubbe back away, your hands shake upon your little boy with every pounding step he takes. The innocent boy you once knew is now tainted by blood, splattered across his face with drips over his slender lips.

One of your hands leave your son’s chest, ignoring the stifled tears that spill down from his almond shaped eyes. Hvitserk spares the boy a look, flicking his head in the direction of his nephews. So you push him in that direction, raising your head with the same indignation as earlier. 

“You were always overly prideful.” Hvitserk husks, reaching a bloodied hand out to your chin. He tips your head up. “But not anymore, are you?” 

Before you can respond, Hvitserk ducks down to pick you up with his hands on the back of your knees. He stands with your body over his shoulder, pridefully stomping toward your room. As a shieldmaiden, it makes your teeth grind to be unable to stop him.

After all, he did win.

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What We Live For (Part 1)

Synopsys: After Loki’s arrival on Earth, the Reader and the Prince of Asgard form a tight bond, that soon enough develop into mutual love, but neither will admit. Though a fatal injury during a mission might make both reevaluate their feelings.

Part 2

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Genre: fluff; angst

Warnings: minor swearing, mentions of blood

Word count: 6112

   Y/N was sweaty beyond belief. It wasn’t just the fact that a sudden heat wave had decided to wash over New York. It wasn’t the fact that Tony and Bruce had blown out the AC while doing an experiment. It was because Steve seemed to be in his sadistic mood. Or so he was in Y/N’s mind.    Three hours they had trained in the gym and then he had decided that they needed to go for a run. Outside. In the park. Under the scorching sun. Throwing daggers in his direction while sipping on her water bottle, Y/N thought of the tens of thousands of ways she could murder him. And turning the body into dust wouldn’t be that big of a problem. When you’re a pyrokinetic and can produce fire as hot as the star the Earth revolved around... Let’s just say she was having fun imagining him in pain.    “I hate you,” Y/N grumbled for the millionth time while walking towards the common area.    “What did Steve do again?” Bucky’s voice invaded her senses. Once the super soldier had officially joined the Avengers, the two quickly bonded. They both loved science and space and spent countless hours staring at the night sky. Well, the simulation that Tony had set up on one of the floors, as New York’s bright lights didn’t allow any to real ones to sparkle through.    “He hates me so wanted to see me suffer.”    “Nawh, doll. Steve doesn’t hate you.”    “Tell that to the ten miles I just had to run. Through New York. In the heat.”    “He gets intense, that’s all. You know he means well.”    Bucky slung his metal arm around the girl's shoulders and Y/N instantly groaned in pleasure, clinging to the prosthetic. Somehow even through it all, the vibranium didn’t get any hotter, so Bucky had become his fellow Avenger's personal walking cooler.    “Yeah, well, I’ll mean well when I set him on fire.”    The ex-assassin chuckled and kissed Y/N’s temple as they made their way into the common room. The girl went to the fridge and opened up her water bottle, dropping at least a dozen ice cubes inside and put the now cold water to the nape of her neck.

   “How far is Tony with the AC fixing?”    “I don’t think he’s that far,” Bucky replied sounding quite distracted. “Looks like he has far more pressing issues right now.”    “What is more pressing than not dying of a heat stroke?”    As Y/N turned around she started to hear people talking. Loudly. And no party sounded happy.    “What’s going on?” She made her way to stand next to Bucky as he observed what looked like to be Tony and Steve facing two larger figures. One was raven-haired and adorned a green, black and gold outfit while the other had sandy blond hair in a buzz cut and an eyepatch.    “Who’re they?”    “If I had to guess, the one Tony is scolding like a child is Thor and the one Steve looks like he wants to kill with just a glance is Loki. They’re from Asgard. I think the dark haired one tried to take over the world at some point.”    “Wow,” Y/N took a sip of her water, “what don’t you miss when you’re not on Earth for like a decade.”    “Or when you’re brainwashed by HYDRA.”    “True dat,” and the pair fist bumped.    Y/N was the only other person in the compound Bucky felt close enough to tell everything. All the little details and what was pressing on his heart, so he was more than comfortable joking about things like his time as the Winter Soldier. And seeing as she hadn’t been on Earth for almost a decade and had quite the amount of culture, music and other things to catch up on, they had bonded, forming a tight relationship and helping one another with adapting to the new society.    “Fine!” Tony exclaimed. “But he’s not to be without supervision. At any point in time.”    “Man of Iron, my brother has changed. He only tried to kill me twice today.”    “Is that supposed to make me feel any better, Point Break? He tried to take over New York. So if even one strand on that head of his goes out of line, I will personally punch him back to space.”    The one who Tony had referred to as ‘Point Break’ shrugged and nodded. “Seems fair,” and the raven-haired man rolled his eyes.    Steve was still shooting daggers at the man when going to sit by the kitchen island, while Tony stomped away in annoyance.    “Hey, kid,” he greeted and hugged Y/N.    “Hey, dad,” she affectionately replied. Even though there was no blood relation between the two, the genius had immediately taken a liking to the girl and treated her as if she was his own. So Y/N just went along with it. Down the line, they formed a truly special relationship where she looked at Tony as a father figure.    “You stink and need to take a shower.”    “And you need to fix the AC, otherwise I’m gonna blame my death on you. And Steve, of course.”    Stark chuckled and put his hands in his pockets. “I still don’t get how you can hate heat when you can actually control fire.”    “Beats me,” Y/N shrugged and took a sip of her water. She could feel a pair of eyes intently watching her and after scanning the room it turned out to be Loki’s. The green bore into her Y/E/C and it was as if he was sizing her up, judging and observing.    “Don’t get too close to that one. He’s nothing but trouble.” With a kiss to her forehead, Tony went away and back to his lab, leaving Bucky, Y/N and Steve with the two Asgardians.    “I do not believe we have properly met.” It was Point Break who approached Y/N and Bucky first. “My name is Thor, Son of Odin. God of Thunder. Prince of Asgard.”    “Okay,” she handed him his palm expecting a handshake, but instead he kissed the top of it as if in a movie set in the middle ages. “I’m Y/N, but some refer to me as Firebird.”    “Ah, so you are like the Man of Hawk.”    “You mean Hawkeye? No, I don’t use arrows. I control actual fire. Like the element.”    “Impressive. Well, we should have a match against one another. To see which one is more powerful.”    “I guess…?” Y/N’s eyebrows shot up in amusement and question as she side eyed Bucky who was masking a chuckle with a cough. Thor’s attention turned to the super soldier and he introduced himself once more.    The girl’s attention was taken back to the raven haired man. He was a good head taller than her and had a gaze so piercing she was afraid he could burn a hole through her skull.    “I’m Loki.” The voice was deep and smooth. She could imagine having endless conversations with him with hot teas in their hands and books laying in their laps.    “Y/N,” he clasped her hand. It was surprisingly cold, but not unwelcome. A bit rough, but not completely callused. “And what are you the god of?”    He smiled, a glint appearing in his eyes. “Well, here you refer to me as the God of Mischief and Lies.”    “So that means if I want to go to the cinema and get the children’s discount you would be able to talk them into it?”    “Y/N,” it was Steve’s warning tone.    “Oh come on! You won’t allow me to say that you are actually a hundred years old and get the seniors one. The tickets are fucking expensive!”    “Language!”    The girl showed him his tongue and reverted her gaze back to Loki. “I assume you’re a prince as well.”    “You assume correctly. Though we are adopted,” he looked at Thor who was now in deep conversation with Bucky and walking towards the other brooding super soldier sitting by the counter “I am still considered a royal. And if I am not mistaken you are one of the most feared warriors in all of the nine realms.”    “Can’t say much about the nine realms, but I know at least three of them know my name. Well, my pseudonym, I guess.”    “The bird of flame, who incinerates the sky and leaves nothing but the ash of her enemies behind.”    “Yeah… something like that.”    “Well, I shall make sure not to get on the wrong side of you then.”    Y/N looked him up and down. Menacing, yes, you could clearly see that spark, the want to disobey authority, but Steve and Tony were making it seem like he was completely irredeemable. To her, the man standing in front didn’t seem like someone who would wish to destroy a city inhabited by millions of people. This man looked like he wanted redemption and just a chance to live life like a normal being.    “So,” Y/N went to sit down onto the couch and flipped on the TV while simultaneously pulling off the sweat soaked T-Shirt she had stolen from Bucky, “why do you know who I am and Thor doesn’t? If I’m so infamous I would expect him to recognise the name as well.”    “My brother is an oaf,” Loki chuckled and with a glimmer of green his own clothes changed to something more appropriate for Earth and its insanely hot weather. “And I like to pay attention to things I find magnificent.”    Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a smooth one.”     “Just stating the facts.”    She snorted right as two hands clamped down on her shoulders startling the girl.    “Fucking hell, Bucky! You know I hate it when you go into stealth mode.”    “Sorry, doll. Didn’t mean to scare you. Steve and I are gonna go down and spar for a bit. Thor is apparently coming with.”    “Ohh,” Y/N put on her best puppy dog eye look, “please kick Cap’s ass for me. Like, go really hard on him. I’d do it myself, but that would mean putting in actual effort to communicate with the guy and right now I’m pissed for what he made me do.”    “Anything for you, love,” Bucky kissed the top of Y/N’s head. “You sure you’re gonna be fine with him alone?” he muttered so that only she could hear, but by the look he was giving Loki, who only smirked and looked at his clasped hands, everyone knew what he was asking.    “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”    “Just… don’t get into too much trouble. Please. For me.”    “Sarge, where would be the fun in life if I didn’t?”    “You wouldn’t have spent three months in the hospital wing.”    “Hey! That was a low blow!” but she was shouting into thin air, as Bucky had already left the room, his bellowing laughter the only answer she got.    “You were hurt?” Y/N looked over at Loki, whose eyebrows had creased and she could detect actual worry in them.    “Even people with superpowers are not invincible,” a sad smile crossed the girl’s face as the memories of pure and utter pain, of the three months, she was more dead than alive, flooded her mind. “And I guess that would be my warning to you as well."    “Warning?”    “We’ll probably be sharing a floor and I have very bad nightmares. Night terrors would be more appropriate. So if you hear screaming, don’t be alarmed. No one is trying to kill me. At least not yet.”    With that Y/N retreated leaving Loki to his own devices. The Trickster couldn’t help but feel a pull towards the girl, he couldn’t help but want to figure out every little piece to the puzzle that she was. So he set it as his mission while he was staying on Earth. The Avengers might still see him as the person who tried to take over a city while under the influence of the Tesseract, but she didn’t seem to care. And to have at least one friend in the universe would be enough for Loki.

***

   The Norse god and Y/N started to grow closer and closer. He felt like someone could finally see the true him and accept every flaw and crack without judgement. Slowly but surely Loki found himself falling for her. A mortal, a Midgardian, but the feelings were undoubtedly there.    She had confided in him after several of her nightmares had woken Loki up. He was there, by her side, calming her racing heart and wiping the tears away. It made him furious about whatever incident or whoever had instilled such fear that at night she could not get proper sleep. Y/N didn’t tell what exactly had happened to produce such terrors, but, even though Loki wanted to dig until there was nothing more to find, he just allowed the girl to find peace within his presence. Such an uncharacteristic thing of how people felt around him.    “You’re the ice to my fire,” she had said one night as her arms had a death grip on his waist. “I don’t know how you do it or what you do, but in the moments when I feel like I am about to explode, you just… pull me off of the ledge.”    “Lokiiiiii!” he was brought back to the present as the girl plopped herself down and into his lap. “Whatcha reading?”    “A book.” He closed the piece of literature and placed it down. Usually, he was fine with courting women, but around Y/N, Loki’s heart would beat a mile a minute.    “So here’s the deal- Bucky has to go on a stupid mission and he’s leaving me alone, even though he promised he’d go with me, but alas, the world is always getting itself in trouble. That is why I wanted to ask you if you want to go with me to this book expo. And you’ve been cooped up in this place for almost three months now.”    “I have been put under house arrest by Stark and Captain Rogers. You know that, Princess.”    “Well as your self-appointed best friend, I lift the arrest for at least one day,” the girl ‘knighted’ him with the side of her palm. “Besides, you’ve been good, not getting in trouble. Or like nothing major.”    Loki’s heart was about to leap out of his mouth. She was looking at him with such a soft gaze, the Y/E/C orbs holding so much love and care. He knew that there was no world he could possibly deserve her.    “Please,” she jutted out her bottom lip and Loki wanted nothing more than kiss her, “pretty please?”    He huffed in mock annoyance and hugged her waist. “How can I say no to that face?”    “Yes!” she jumped up in triumph. “Be ready in twenty minutes.” Y/N dashed out and Loki was about to follow when suddenly a loud crash came from the hallway.    “I’m fine, I’m okay! Go get ready!”    “You’ll be the death of me, woman,” but there was no malice to the words, rather pure and unadulterated love.    Sure enough in twenty minutes time, a very excited Y/N was waiting for the god by the elevator.    “Come on, you snail! All the good ones are gonna be gone if you keep moving so slowly!”    Right as the ding went off and the door opened, the Avenger walked straight into a muscular chest.    “Shit, sorry, Steve.”    “It’s okay,” strong hands gripped onto Y/N as to not let her fall, but all his attention went to the person standing behind her. “And where do you think you’re going?”    “To what is called a book expo with Y/N here. As she has informed me mister Barnes and you are going on a mission, so I’ve come to the rescue and shall be accompanying her.”    “No, you’re not.”    “Steve,” Y/N scolded him, “come on! He’s been good, he hasn’t stepped out of line once.”    The super soldier’s gaze instantly softened when looking at the young woman. She had become like a sister to him, the need to keep her safe and taken care of having become a prominent part of his life now. “I’m afraid that also involves you. We need all hands on deck for this one.”    Y/N groaned in annoyance. “Seriously? I’ve been waiting months for this!”    “Sorry, pumpkin. But it’s bigger than anticipated. And as much as I hate this, we need your help as well, Loki.”    That took the Trickster by surprise. “Mine?”    “Yes, yours. So go and get suited up.”    Loki looked at Y/N whose mood had suddenly changed completely. It was like a dark cloud had settled over the usually happy girl.    “Princ-“ he started, but she cut him off mid-sentence.    “Loki, can I talk to Steve alone? I’ll meet you on the jet.”    He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to know what had suddenly made her go so rigid, but respecting Y/N’s wishes he made the battle armour appear and went to the jet.    “Steve, I’m not ready to go out in the field. Not after that. I know it’s been a while, but I can’t.”    Y/N was on the verge of a panic attack and Cap could clearly see that. “Doll, you’ll be fine. You may not think you aren't well enough to go into the field, but I know you are. And you’ll be right by me, by Bucky’s and Nat’s sides every second of it. I wouldn’t ask you this if it wasn’t necessary.”        “You promise?” she squeezed his palms so tightly he could feel the fire burning through her veins and heat up his own skin. “You promise you’ll be there? Next to me?”    “Every step of the way.”    Her insides were trembling. Y/N wasn’t ready, but the Avengers needed her, so gathering all the nonexistent courage, she went to her room and quickly changed into the fireproof tactical gear specifically designed by Tony and Shuri.    With wobbling legs, she stepped into the hangar and onto the jet which immediately disappeared between the clouds.    Loki was already standing up to ask if she was alright, but it was like he didn’t exist like he was a wall. Y/N walked straight past him and sat down next to Bucky, gripping onto his metal arm.    Jealousy shot through the man. Of course, there would be more going on between the two of them. How could he have been so blind? She was just trying to be nice, to make him feel welcome.    The honorary Avenger scoffed at how he had allowed himself to develop feelings for a simple mortal woman, but as much as he tried to turn his mind to hate, Y/N he couldn’t. Saddened eyes glanced at the girl who had her head on the Winter Soldier’s shoulder.    But what Loki didn’t see was glazed over Y/E/C orbs that were trained on one spot. He didn’t see the white-knuckled grip Y/N had on Bucky’s palm. He didn’t see the shaky lip as she relived the last mission that had almost cost her her life. Loki didn’t hear the reassuring whispers from Bucky as he tried to calm Y/N down. He didn’t hear him try and change her state of mind so that she could focus on the mission and protecting herself. He kept reminding his best friend that he would be right there with her, as would Natasha and Steve. He kept reminding how strong and irreplaceable she was to the team. Which all of it was true, but even Bucky had to admit Y/N wasn’t ready and the glare he threw to where Steve was standing and arguing with Tony about something was enough to express every word racing through his mind.

***

   They arrived way too quickly for Y/N’s liking, but then again, if things had gone the way Y/N had wanted them to, she would be at a book expo with Loki.    “Y/N you’re with me, Nat and Bucky. Tony, Sam I need you high in the sky wiping out the perimeter. Thor, Wanda, Vision you take up the east side, Pietro and Loki, take the west. Rhodey and Clint have the north and the Hulk will be taking care of the south. Everyone got it?”    A chorus of ‘roger that’, ‘yep’ and ‘whatever’ rang through the jet before people piled out and immediately joined in the fight.    “It’s gonna be easy. In and out. You just gotta melt the door. We all will have your back,” Nat put a reassuring palm on Y/N’s shoulder.    “Burn bright, little star,” the redhead said and with that, she rushed out to start and clear the path to the HYDRA base. It was an act for Y/N. All of it. The bravado, the carefree attitude, the person she used to be before her last mission- it was now a completely different version compared to the broken shell of who she had become. But for the others, for the Avengers, for her little dysfunctional family, she would become whoever they needed her to be. For Loki who she had fallen for. Even when her feet stumbled and she almost tripped, when deadly fear gripped her throat so tight she couldn’t breathe, she would do it.    The battle was bloody. No matter how many agents she turned into ash and no matter the number of bullets turned into pure liquid as she made walls of fire appear out of thin air and wove into scorching snakes, Y/N could see only red. And on the inside, an old wound had started to hurt.    It took them a good couple of minutes before they could even get to the entrance of the base. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Loki throwing daggers and using his ice powers to herd off the enemy. She should’ve told him that she had developed a tiny, ginormous crush on the god, but now was not the time to think about that.    “Do your thing, Firebird,” Bucky cheekily smiled and returned to shooting with the rifle, as Steve protected their backs with his shield.    With one last glance at the trickster who had stolen her heart, Y/N turned her full attention to the metal door and placed a palm against it. For a few seconds nothing happened, but then, bit by bit the steel started to glow red and then turned white as it slid down and burned the grass creating a pool of burning silver.    “You’re doing great, doll. We’re almost done,” Bucky covered Y/N’s back with his frame, deflecting bullets with the vibranium palm. “Deep breaths.”    And so she took one, unleashing the fire of a thousand suns. The team themselves barely got out of the way before windows exploded from the blazing flames and bones were charred until even the lightest breeze took them to the sky.    Nat stood up from her crouched down position and kissed Y/N’s cheek. “I love you more and more with every second that I know you.”    The younger girl chuckled, but they had no time to savour the moment so the four set off in a sprint before the base got invaded once more.    Arriving by the correct door took them pretty much no time at all and Y/N once again placed a palm against the cool metal which started to heat up. But something was off, something didn’t feel right. Yet it was already too late. The second the door slid to their waist level a click could be heard and Y/N was thrown back against the wall.    She didn’t slide down, didn’t crumple to her knees, instead her eyes were wide while they beheld the large arrow that had gone through her side and impaled her to the wall.    “Buck?”    Y/N didn’t hear the yells of her teammates who were asking what the hell was going on. Instead, her body disintegrated the bolt and she sagged down to the floor.    “No, no, no, no, no, why did you do that? You know you never remove a knife from a wound. It’s what keeps you from bleeding out. Stark!” The ex-Winter Soldier called out as Cap stood frozen and Nat couldn’t tear her gaze away from the scarlet stream slipping out of Y/N’s body.    “Stark! We need immediate help! Y/N was shot!”    An eerie silence filled the comms, before a quiet ‘what?’ responded.    It sounded like Loki to her. Her Loki. Her friend. The person she loved most. But it could’ve been anyone else in the team, for every sound was muffled, her vision was already going hazy and she could only think of her last mission where the girl was bleeding out on the floor, just like now. Where the fiery magic that flowed through her veins was trying to patch her body up, but couldn’t the bullet that had penetrated her body had been laced with some sort of a resistant, and clearly the arrow had been coated with the same substance, turning her world into nothing but pain.    Y/N’s eyes started to drip closed. Maybe it could be over, maybe she wouldn’t have to trail through the recovery process and she could just peacefully leave. Without regrets. Well one, but then again, what would a god want to do with a mortal.    “Stay with me, Princess. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”    Princess. That is what Loki had started to call her.    “Loki?”    Her speech was already starting to slur, and she could barely feel the pressure someone was keeping on the wound. Green mist surrounded them and everything went quiet. There were no more gunshots, no more yelling, apart from the fading one of her comm. The harsh midday sun had changed its glow and was now only a softly fading yellow gleam, which meant they certainly weren’t at the HYDRA base.    “FRIDAY,” the prince’s voice was filled with fear, “where is doctor Cho?”    “In the med wing. I have informed of your arrival and she is setting up the surgery room.”    Cho? But that meant that they were back home at the tower. Her head lolled to the side, and indeed they were. There was the couch they had sat on and talked endlessly about Shakespeare, just like she had dreamed in beginning. And there was the kitchen island Y/N always laid out food for the team in the weekend mornings, sparing a pile of pancakes for Loki, fresh strawberries adorning the sweet circles.    Y/N blinked and suddenly a cold and harsh surface greeted her back, white lights blinding her for an instant before black hair came back into view.    “You’re not gonna die on, me. Not if I have any say in it.”    It was all too much. She just wanted to let go, Y/N was so exhausted. So she closed her eyes and didn’t open them.

***

   The God of Mischief was not in a good mood whatsoever. He couldn’t help the rage coursing through his freezing veins as Y/N fought for her life in the operating room. The anger was all-consuming, yelling at him to let it out, but what surprised him, even more, was that it was not addressed to any of the Avengers. But at himself. For not being able to deal with his feelings and not admitting to Y/N how much he loved her.    He sat in the waiting area for what seemed like days, pale fingers pulling at the ebony hair, helplessness not being an emotion he knew how to deal with. It was around hour five of Y/N’s surgery when voices invaded the tower.    “-ou she was not ready!” Loki recognised it to be Bucky and he stood up, watching as the dark-haired super soldier entered the hallway, fury written across his features.    “How was I supposed to know it was going to be booby-trapped?” Captain America retorted, pain shining in his own blue eyes accompanied by guilt.    “It’s not about that! It’s about the fact she can barely sleep because of the last time! She is terrified to go anywhere near the armoury in the gym! You know what that mission did to her!”    Loki’s eyes moved between the two friends like ping-pong balls as things started to click.    “I had no choice, Buck! We needed all hands on deck. Do you think I enjoy putting Y/N in danger? Do you think I get any satisfaction that she is in the same position right now as she was after the last mission? That she might not make it?”    That was the wrong thing for Steve to say as it was the last straw for Loki.    “What do you mean she might not make it?” the words came out strained. Two heads whipped to look at the god. They hadn’t noticed the quiet man through their bickering and the shock on Steve’s face was evidence of that.    “Nothing,” he stammered out and then cleared the throat. “She’s gonna be fine. It’s Y/N,” the blond continued, “she always is.”    “Then why,” Loki pointed at Bucky, “does he not seem to agree with you, Captain?”    He was at a dead end and seemed to realise it, so with a deep sigh, Steve hung his head before plopping down onto one of the plush chairs. ”Because in the last mission she almost did die. And the arrow, which that time was a simple bullet... but it was enough… it was coated in a substance that stops any regeneration of cells. Cuts, bruises, stab-wounds- no matter how little, once that poison makes itself present in your body- any injury can become deadly. Hell, you can die from a paper-cut. Y/N…” Steve threw his head back and looked at the ceiling as his mind went back to what was now almost six months ago. “She got shot. Took a bullet for Wanda. It grazed her heart. It took Helen and Bruce twenty-six hours to get her to a state that was somewhat better than dead-and-done. She was in a coma for two months before whatever was present in her system was flushed out. What used to take her two days tops to heal, took her a month. PTSD has been a bitch ever since then… but you already knew that…”    Tears slipped down the soldier’s cheeks as he remembered that horrible time. “And with it now being an arrow that went completely through her body…”    He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t bring himself to. But Loki wasn’t listening, his eyes saw nothing but the metal doors that lead to the room where Y/N would either be saved or she’d never open her eyes again.    “If she dies,” Loki sneered, flaming green gaze looking at Steve, “her blood will be on your hands. And with it the rest of the worlds. Because you can be sure, I will burn everything to the ground and leave nothing in its wake.”    The god didn’t even look at Steve’s sagging shoulders before he left the two soldiers.

***

   Miraculously Y/N had pulled through. Barely though. It had taken Cho and twenty other doctors eighteen hours to stabilise what could be stabilised. Now it was a waiting game. To see if the girl’s body could flush the poison out or would she succumb to it.    For five months Loki sat by her side day and night. Tony, obviously had given Y/N the best room possible, which included a shower the trickster utilised. He couldn’t be bothered to go back to his apartments, to see the still lingering remnants of their last night spent together. There were still two empty teacups on the floor as well as their unfinished books from a night full of talking and laughter.    He had taken Y/N’s and brought it to her hospital room. She’d want to read it when she woke up, was what Loki had said to himself when making the small distance to the med wing. The thought of ‘if she woke up’ was pushed to the furthest corner of his mind. Because if she didn’t, mercy would not exist. Not from him.

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
   Admit impediments. Love is not love
   Which alters when it alteration finds,
     Or bends with the remover to remove:
     O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
     That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
     It is the star to every wandering bark,
     Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

   Loki’s voice was smooth as it carried the words through the air. Green orbs traced each letter with care and diligence until a soft groan invaded the stillness of the room. Immediately he was up on his feet, face hovering over Y/N’s to see if there had been even the slight change. But nothing. Not a soft flutter of her eyelashes or a small part of the lips.    He shook his head, gaze returning to the poetry book. The god’s mind must have been playing tricks, making him hear what he wished to hear. But then his heart almost leapt out of his chest when a hoarse ‘turn it off’ came from Y/N.    “Darling?” hope laced the little word, tears threatening to spill from his eyes if it turned out to be simply a figment of his imagination.    “Please,” her mouth moved. “Turn it off.”    Loki laughed, grasping her palm and feeling her warm fingers embrace his. “Welcome back, love.”    A soft smile graced her face as finally, after almost twenty weeks of not seeing Y/N’s glimmering orbs, they opened up and gazed into his.    “Hey, Loki,” her look was so gentle he almost kissed her then and there. “Can you please turn it off. I just want five more minutes.”    “Turn what off?” The Asgardian was confused, looking around the room to find what was causing her discomfort.    “That annoying beeping. It’s making my head hurt.”    The answer made him chuckle and against his better judgement he pressed his lips to her forehead. “That’s your heartbeat, love. We can’t turn it off.”    “Then maybe just make it a tad bit quieter,” Y/N whispered back, life having returned to the girl’s form full force.    “How do you propose we do so?”    “I would say you moving a bit further away would be a great start. It’s not easy to keep my heart steady when the proximity of your face is making it beat faster.”    The boldness of the statement made Loki pull back and look into Y/N’s eyes.    “Am I making you nervous?” He gave the woman a confident smirk, but in truth, he was breathless to the point of being dizzy. The god’s brain couldn’t comprehend the fact she was being so honest and blunt about her feelings. That she could possibly reciprocate.    “You know,” her fingers squeezed his and Loki felt warmth rush through his veins, “for being the God of Lies you sure as hell are shit at spotting when people are desperately hiding their feelings, let alone acting as if they possess none.”    Loki’s mouth opened and closed like a fish’s out of the water. “You didn’t say anything,” was what he was able to come up with. If he could’ve, he would’ve facepalmed himself, but Y/N’s small laughter brought him back to reality right when her palm grasped around the collar of his green silken shirt and pulled him down.    Her lips moved against his in lazy pace, allowing the pair to enjoy and memorise every second of the sweet kiss. Only when Y/N broke them apart, taking a deep gulp of air did Loki realise what had just happened. And it made tears spring to his eyes.    “I thought I lost you,” he choked out, looking over at the woman whose joyful expression had morphed into that of a frown. “I thought I would have to go on with my life having been unable to confess, to kiss you. To show that I love you.”    Y/N’s hand moved to cup Loki’s jaw as she tenderly stroked his cheek with her thumb.    “Then from now on I want you to know- I love you Loki. And whatever happens, I’ll always pull through.” She smiled before pressing their lips together again. “After all, I now have one more reason to live.”    A faint smirk etched itself on Loki’s face as she wiped away one last tear. “And what is that, Princess?”    “You, my Prince.”

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Promises

Summary: It’s always been just another day for her, but this year Sirius is determined to make it a birthday Celeste will remember. 

Pairing: Sirius Oswald/Celeste Morreaux

Word Count: 3612

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Warning: Chapter 24/25 spoilers for Sirius’ route. I know the 30 days have passed but I’m still putting it on here just in case some people have missed some days. 

A/N: Purely self indulgent and simply because today is Celeste’s birthday and I had to write something for my sweet girl.

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             Blinking at the Civic Center, Celeste stared for a moment before turning to Sirius. He was smiling at her and that should have been all the answer she needed. “What did you do?” she still asked.

           “It’s not a surprise if I tell you.”

           He’d said that every time she’d asked since she had woken up this morning. He’d gone above and beyond to surprise her as many times as he could. “Sirius.”

           He simply smiled at her.

           This was becoming too much. This entire day was too much. He was too much.

           “It’s your birthday, Cherry. Let me spoil you.”

           Another common saying today. He seemed to take it as a personal challenge to outdo himself. It had started with the outfit she was wearing, something he’d picked out down to the stockings. Which still made her flush to think of him choosing every single stitch of clothing she had on. Then the little snowflake hair pins had come, him sliding them into her chignon after she’d shown him the outfit. There had been little gifts sprinkled through the day that he sprung on her when she was least expecting them.

           Even breakfast with the rest of the army had been a treat, all her favourites piled high on the table. More presents had followed once her plate had been cleared. Individual ones from her friends and then something from the army as a whole. She was wearing the coat they’d given her, the beret and scarf to match helping her keep warm as they’d wandered through Cradle.

           A gloved finger covered her mouth when she tried to protest. “I left you alone for your last one,” he said softly. “I’m trying to make up for it.”

           Celeste melted a little. It had taken a lot of coaxing on his part to get her to admit when her birthday was and more had come out than she intended. The fear, the loneliness, the heartache. It hadn’t only been those months they’d been apart; everything had spilled from her. Her mother, her father or lack thereof, the years spent yearning for more. He hadn’t said anything as she talked, silently wiping her tears away and holding her when her voice had given out.

           Once she’d grown quiet and her tears had run their course, he’d stroked her hair and promised she would never spend another one alone. She’d believed him, but she hadn’t expected this.

           Looking back on it, she should have. He spoiled her on any given day; why wouldn’t he go all out on her birthday?

           “Shall we go in?” she asked.

           “We’ve still got time.”

           She blinked as he caught her hand and pulled her back to him. “But I thought….”

           “I’ve barely had any time with you today,” Sirius said, smiling at her.

           “Whose fault is that?” she teased, leaning into him.

           He chuckled. “Everyone wanted to see you,” he murmured. “It’s your first birthday in Cradle so I understood and agreed to share. This year.”

           Her toes curled at the implications in those two words. It didn’t help she could see the possessive light in his eyes. She had a good idea of what to expect for her next birthday. “Do we have to go in?”

           Stealing a kiss from her, he said, “Those brats will never let me hear the end of it if we don’t.”

           She almost didn’t care. They’d spent the morning with the Black Army then had lunch with his family. That had run late and he’d taken her on a sleigh ride through the Spades Quarter. A short break and a quick walk through the forest had been enough time for Loki and Harr to wish her a happy birthday. And give her a surprise present, a small memory box that Harr had made himself according to Loki. After that, they’d finished their sleigh ride on the edge of Central. They’d shared tea and snacks while she’d admired her present.

           “Did you tell him bluebells were my favourite?”

           “Would I do that?”

           The whole of the box had flowers carved into it, but the top only had bluebells and lily of the valley. It wasn’t only something for her; it was them both and she knew Sirius had talked to Harr about it. He had to because…. Her breath caught again as she thought about the single iris on the inside of the lid.

           “Hey,” Sirius said softly, “are you alright?”

           She took a deep breath, nodding. “It’s just a lot,” she admitted. “It’s always been a quiet day. Honestly most years it was just another day.”

           He made a noise but nothing more.

           How did she explain this? He already knew how she’d felt before he’d come into her life. “It was always just me,” Celeste said. “Mama was working so much and Mrs. L was the landlady. They did what they could, but I was usually alone. But this year? There’s you, the army, your family. Harr and Loki. You. Sirius, this was what I always wanted and never thought I’d get. It almost doesn’t feel real.”

           He still didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned down to kiss her. It was soft, sweet, and loving. She swayed toward him as his lips moved gently against hers and stared when he pulled away. “Did that feel real?”

           “Yes,” she breathed, her hand pressing to his chest. He still had the other clasped in his and she could feel him thumbing at the dearest ring. “I know it’s real.”

           Sirius smiled at her. “Good.”

           “Thank you,” she said, squeezing his hand. “For everything.”

           “The day isn’t over yet, Cherry.”

           She laughed. “Sirius! How much do you have planned?”

           “Only a few more things,” he admitted. “I wanted this to be a day you’d remember. I didn’t want it to be just another day. It’s your birthday and that’s special.”

           How did he make her love him more than she already did? It didn’t make any sense to her. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him and let her head rest against his chest. His arm wound around her and she cuddled closer. “We could have done nothing,” she said, “and it still would have been special because it was with you.”

           Sirius sighed deeply and kissed the top of her head. “Cherry.”

           It was the truth. He made every day special for her in little ways that were so uniquely him she would never forget them. “I love you.”

           His hand tightened on hers. “I love you, too.”

           The words warmed her more than anything else ever could. Leaning back, she stood up on her toes to meet him as he moved to kiss her again. “If we’re going inside,” she breathed, “we should go now or I’m voting to ditch my own party.”

           Sirius laughed, rubbing his nose against hers. “We need to at least make an appearance.”

           “Mm, one appearance.”

           He kept laughing and led her toward the stairs.

           She enjoyed the sound, but a thread of unease wound through her. She’d gotten much better, but how many people were beyond those doors, waiting for them? Even if they were all there for her, she couldn’t stop the way her stomach sank a little.

           He gave her a smile and squeezed her hand gently as they reached the doors. “Ready?” he asked gently.

           She licked her lips and nodded. One appearance, that’s all she had to do. It was just a party. They’d gone to them before and-

           “Happy birthday!”

           Celeste froze at the cry that washed over her as Sirius opened the door. She’d expected it, knew that one of the reasons Sirius had kept them outside the Civic Center was to give her time to get ready for what was coming. But she was still caught off guard by how loud it was, how many voices had said it.

           The room was full of people and she her nerves flared before she realised she recognized the faces. Black Army. Red Army. The friends she had made in Central. Sirius’ family. Everyone in this room was someone she knew. Someone she had spent time with.

           “Still alright?” Sirius murmured from behind her.

           She took a breath. He had planned this for her, all these people were here to celebrate with her. “Still alright,” she whispered, smiling as she felt his warm hand on her back.

           Stepping further into the room, she heard him close the door but the sound was lost as a small group rushed forward. “Guys!” she laughed. “I saw you this morning!”

           Fenrir gave her a grin. “That was this mornin’! The old man’s had you all day! It’s our turn to party with ya!”

           “He’s been hogging you all day!” Seth agreed, helping her get out of her coat and tossing it toward Sirius. “When he knew we were all looking forward to spending time with you.”

           She laughed, feeling more relaxed already. “He is my boyfriend,” she said mildly.

           An odd look passed between them, but it faded before she could question it. “Yes, just your boyfriend. That doesn’t mean he gets to always have you, especially today! Look at how many people are here to celebrate and he was keeping you out in the cold!”          

           Celeste squeaked as her hands were grabbed and she was hauled into the crowd. She heard Sirius sigh from behind her before she was surrounded by more people.

           Thankfully, Seth didn’t let go of her, staying with her as people came up to wish her a happy birthday. It immediately became a blur. She didn’t know when the glass of champagne got put into her hand or when she had time to drink it. Someone told her to try the cake and she suddenly had a plate of it. Then a plate of goodies when that was empty. An endless stream of hugs and kisses to her cheeks when her hands were free.

           A brief pause in the steady line of people wanting to talk to her gave her a moment to breathe and her gaze immediately moved away from those around her. Where was he? He couldn’t be that far away. He wouldn’t be in the thick of things, but he wouldn’t be so far that he couldn’t rescue her if she needed it.

           Spotting Sirius at the edge of the crowd with Lancelot, Celeste made up her mind. She appreciated everyone being here, but she wanted to be with him again. Getting to him was harder than she liked, every second person stopping her to chat about something; complimenting her dress, wishing her well, asking her questions. She felt exhausted when she finally got free of them and approached the pair.

           Sirius laughed as she staggered into him, winding an arm around her waist. “Too much?” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

           She made a noise, taking comfort in his presence. She knew that everyone was here to celebrate her birthday, but there were still so many of them. It was almost more than she could handle.

           “You shouldn’t have invited so many people if it was going to upset her.”

           “She’s not upset. She’s tired. And who was I supposed to leave out? First on that list would have been the Red Army.”

           Lancelot made a quiet noise, like he was laughing under his breath. “Then we would have had to hold our own party for her and if you were lucky, we’d let you come.”

           Two parties? She could barely handle one!

           A warm hand rubbed over her back. “How about we take a break?” Sirius offered.

           Celeste gave him a relieved smile. She would love a breath of fresh air right now. “Oh, but,” she said, looking at Lancelot.

           “Go,” he said, gesturing toward the back of the hall. “You might not get another chance like this.”

           She gave him a puzzled frown. What did that even mean? She didn’t think he was talking to her but Sirius hadn’t responded to him.

Before she could ask, Sirius took her hand and gently pulled her away from the hall. They quietly walked up the stairs to the Garden, leaving the sounds of the party behind them. Before she even had time to shiver, Sirius was shrugging out of his coat and wrapping it around her as they stepped into the Garden. “Thank you,” she murmured.

           He smiled and led her further from the door. The plants were all sleeping under the layer of snow that had fallen overnight, their footprints the only ones marring the white. They walked past the covered meeting table, deeper still.

           “Really?” she asked as he finally stopped. The spot where the path to the Land of Reason was only a few feet away, closed since the full moon wasn’t for another week, but still so close.

           “Really,” Sirius said quietly, pulling her into his arms.

           Leaning her cheek against his chest, she closed her eyes to listen to his heartbeat. The steady pace always soothed her. A small frown marred her face as she realised it was much faster than normal. Was it because of where they were? If it was going to make him nervous or upset, why were they here? “Why?”

           “This is where I first saw you,” he said softly. “Right after you fell into Cradle.”

           She remembered. She had been so confused and scared, she’d barely registered the conversation she’d had with him and Ray before she’d chased after Blanc. “It was so long ago,” she mused.

           “Not that long. Sometimes it does feel like you’ve always been a part of my life, but it really wasn’t that long ago.”

           Celeste leaned back to look at him. There was something odd in his voice. “Sirius, what’s going on?” she sighed.

           He rubbed her back before letting her go to take her hands in his. He stared down at them, absently running his thumbs over her palms. When he spun her ring and stayed quiet, she decided to push.

           “You’ve been playing with it all day,” she said, shifting to catch his gaze. “Every time you’ve held my hand, you touch it, spin it, play with it. Do you want me to take it off?”

           “No,” he said immediately. “No, it’s not that. I’ve just been thinking about it.”

           She frowned. Thinking about it how? She’d been the one nervous to put it on all those months ago and he’d insisted, sliding it onto her finger himself. It had rarely come off since that moment. But before she could say anything, he took a deep breath.

           “That’s a lie,” Sirius said, his gaze holding hers. “I do want you to take it off, but only so you can put this one on instead.”

           “I don’t-” Her voice died in her throat when he sank down on one knee in front of her. “Sirius?” she squeaked.

           He gave her a half-smile and she could see the faint blush colouring his cheeks now as he let go of one hand to reach into his pocket. “I promised you wouldn’t be alone on this day, Celeste,” he said, “and I meant it. Not on this day or any other. I won’t let you be alone again…if you’ll let me. I want to spend every day with you. I want us to live our lives together for every single day we have.”

           She bit her lower lip, tears filling her eyes to the point she could barely see him or the box he was holding out to her. Was this really happening? She knew he’d told her he would propose to her properly one day but she hadn’t expected it so soon!

           “I want you to wear this one,” he breathed, flipping open the box. “I want you to wear this for the rest of your life, to wear my name. I want…Celeste Morreaux, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

           She could barely breathe and he wanted her to say something? Rubbing at her eyes, even more tears filled them as she got a better look at his face. His love for her was written plainly in his expression, his gaze full of it as he patiently waited for her answer. Sniffling, she squeezed his hand and nodded when her voice wouldn’t work.

           “Cherry,” he murmured, “say the word.”

           Huffing, she rubbed at her eyes again. It wasn’t that easy! She wanted to say it! Of course she did. He was smiling at her now and had to know how much she was struggling to say it. “Yes,” she pushed out, her voice trembling. “Sirius, yes!” It was easier to say the second time.

           His smile eased into a grin and he slid the dearest ring off her finger. “Say it again,” he breathed.

           She was shaking as he slipped the new ring into its place, the band cold against her skin and she barely spared it a glance. She didn’t want to look away from him. “Yes!” she said happily.

           He rose to his feet, wrapping his arms around her as he did and lifting her off hers. “I love you,” he murmured.

           Helpless laughter bubbled out of her at the simple words and she kissed him. “I love you, too,” she laughed, kissing him again and again.

           Sirius hummed and kissed her fully. He was insistent and needy, demanding everything she had to give him. And she gladly gave it and more. Her fingers sank into his hair, clinging to him as the tears started falling again. “I made you cry the last time we came here,” he whispered.

           “Sirius,” she said, shaking her head. “Please. We both know why you did it.”

           He sighed, leaning his forehead against hers. “I know. Which is why I wanted to give you a better memory here.”

           She already had one; their first kiss. But if he wanted something beyond the time he’d sent her back to London, when he’d brought her home was better. This, however? This was perfect.

           “I love you, Cherry,” he said again, his voice low. “I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you.”

           She knew that. “And I’ll do the same,” she promised. “I’ll never leave you alone, Sirius.”

           His grip on her tightened before he gently set her down on her feet. Lifting her hand, he didn’t look away from her as he kissed the finger her new ring was sitting on. “You are my happiness, Celeste.”

           “You’re going to make me cry again!”

           Sirius wiped her tears away, smiling at her. “Cry all you want. I’ll be right here to wipe all your tears away.”

           He was too much. “Have you been waiting all day to do this?”

           He shrugged. “It was the plan.”

           To make her a blubbering mess when they had to go back down to the party? Her eyes widened and she almost jerked back from him. “Oh! I-”

           “You look fine,” he interrupted.

           Celeste gave him a look and lightly smacked his chest. “You always say that.”

           “Because it’s always true.”

           Damn him. She took a deep breath to attempt to find some calm. But her breath caught as she finally took a good look at her ring. “Oh, Sirius.”

           “Do you like it?”

           “It’s just like we talked about,” she whispered, remembering the sleepy conversation they’d had after that whole fiasco with the book. She should have known what he was doing when he’d asked her what kind of ring she would like. She’d just thought it was in response to the spell. When was she going to learn it was never that simple with him?

           “And?”

           “I love it.” What had she said? Something clean and simple, something she wouldn’t have to take off if she was working around headquarters. A single, clear diamond glittered in a gold band on her finger and it was utterly perfect. “But I want the other one back.”

           Sirius laughed. “You can’t wear both of them, Cherry.”

           “It’s mine.”

           “I know,” he murmured, “and I’ll give it back soon.”

           He had better. That ring had more meaning than just being a promise between them. It was a family heirloom and she refused to give it up.

           “Look at you,” he laughed. “You’re ready to fight me over a ring.”

           Celeste huffed softly. “It’s important,” she insisted. “It made me feel like part of your family when your grandmother gave it to me.”

           “You were family before that, Cherry.”

           He said that, but that had been the moment that she had truly felt it. His family had been nothing but accepting and she knew that they had probably thought it long before her, but….

           “We can get it resized,” he said softly. “Then you can wear it on another finger.”

           “Good.”

           “Good,” he agreed. He lightly tapped her chin and leaned down to steal another kiss. “Do you want to go back downstairs?”

           Honestly? She wanted to leave the party and be alone with him. The sudden smile that curled his mouth told her she hadn’t managed to keep that thought off her face. “Yes.”

           Sirius caught her before she could walk past him, tugging her toward him. “I’ll tell you what your last present is,” he murmured, brushing his fingers over her cheek.

           “No more surprises?”

           “I want you to have something to look forward to.”

           She tensed a little as he leaned down, kissing just below her ear. “Sirius?”

           “We have a room at an inn nearby,” he murmured, his low voice rippling over her and making her heart pound. “Stay at the party for a little longer and I’ll take you there.”

Tricky Treats and Torture Candy (Loki’s Naughty Candy Shop)  Part 1

She stepped over the cracks in the drab concrete, application and resume in hand.  She printed it on plain white nondescript paper.  In the overcast sun, the faded gray streetlamps granted no light to the cramped shaded alley.  Disrepair and neglect crept to the storefront of the Tricky Treats candy store.

She thought, the Tricky Treats Candy Store?  When did that get there?

Her shoulders slumped.  She'd addressed her cover letter and filled out an application for the Torture Candy Sex Shop.  She'd passed the shop on several nights, spotted a Now Hiring sign, googled it, and found her way here.  A similar 'now hiring' sign hung between the brightly colored candy striped pillars of the flamboyant storefront.  In the window, a rainbow assortment of delights awaited purchase; colored spiral pops in purple and pink, orange caps atop magenta bottles, green candy canes, flowers of white icing atop violet petals dotted with tiny red berries their center, plus an oceanwave-like poof of cotton candies dyed blue and spun before a curtain of red Twizzlers all stood in stark contrast against the outside world full of ashen, cracked streets and the chipped, faded paints of the alley walls.  

A bit of her reflection in the glass showed a childlike happiness, a glitter in her eyes at the vision of sweets.  Upon seeing this reflection, she straightened her shoulders and pursed her lips as if to say Happy doesn't look right on me... Ugh, they'll probably force me to smile at this job.  She sighed to herself and entered the store to apply.  The job would not involve sales for the toys she loved, but she figured that at least if they hired her, she would not starve.

So she stepped across the threshold of flamboyancy and into the Tricky Treats Candy Shop, Home of the Trickster's Delight™.

Inside, pinatas of all sorts imaginable hung from the railing of the stairs to the loft, and along the loft railing as well.  A gilded sign and a red velvet rope across the stairs signified that the upstairs area was reserved for employees, only.  A large urn filled with decorated sticks advertized the various prices for the pinatas on display; the sticks were sold separately, and each stick did match a pinata above. Clear jars of candies assorted by color lined a rainbow wall.  A sickeningly pink frilly apron hung upon a coat rack near the door. Sunlight streamed in through the window and highlighted the stacks of Heart Shaped Boxes in various states of decorative gaudiness.  One heart shaped box laid open upon the workspace counter.

The workspace consisted of a reflective epoxy countertop which held an old-timey cash register and a large gumball machine, its globe filled with jawbreakers.  Behind this counter sat a workbench, above which sat shelves of mysterious gift-wrapped product.  An ornate four-tiered cascading chocolate fountain was anchored into the edge of the workbench.  Price tags cut in little squares in pastel colors, some underlined red to denote a sale, marked the shelf under each well-organized line of colorful products.  The products were eclectic in their design; A line of ceramic jars whose lids were replaced with white cloth were tied tight with red hemp.  Tubs and boxes were wrapped in colorful papers and tied tight with hemp or ribbon. Stacks of round, peach colored tins with gold etched in bevels joined gold boxes with red lacquered strawberries on the shelves.  White paper packages with lavender and sky blue labels sat on the shelves above a set of cabinet doors with brass handles.  The thin, babyfaced man behind the counter left this cabinet door ajar, which gave her a glimpse at the rolls of tissue paper and ribbon and wrapping supplies within.  The man snipped a bit of gaudy ribbon, neon orange with a magenta stripe down it's center.  He slipped the ribbon between his elegant pale thumb and the edge of his sharp silver scissors, and pulled.  The ribbon hissed as it slipped between the pad of this thumb and the bladed edge, and curled beautifully at the end of the scrape.  He wound this ribbon onto an equally gaudy heart shaped box before the tiny bell above the door jingled and caused him to look up at her.  She wondered why the bell failed to jingle when she first arrived.  Little did she know, he wondered the same thing.

“My apologies,” he said, “I didn't hear you come in, may I help you find something?”

“I'm... looking for a job if you know where I can find one of those,” she said.

“A jo- Oh, right, the hiring sign,” he said.

He sighed as if he wished someone else he knew would have applied for the job sooner.

“Well,” he said, “let me see your application.  You did bring one, yes?”

“Yes, but um, it was for, hey wait!” she said.

He plucked the papers out of her hand and read over them.  And as he read, his smirk grew.

“Okay dude, look, I was looking for this other place, google said it was right here, and here it isn't, but I still need a job, so-”

“I can't accept this application,” he said.

“Is it because it's for the other place?” she asked.

“What other place?” he asked.

“You know, the sex shop?” she said.

“Oh, no the sex shop is not a problem.  Why would the sex shop be a problem?” he asked.

“I mean, it's not a problem, that's the job I wanted,” she said.

“Hmm. Anyway, I'm afraid I can't accept an application without a name on it,” he said.

“Excuse me?” She said.

He turned the application around to reveal the fields for a first and last name were both blank.  The sight took her aback.  She knew she wrote her name on the application, it was the first thing she did after printing it out.

“Oh, well, I have a pen, may I have the application back and I'll scribble that information in,” she suggested.

“You know it's quite unprofessional, to give an application, resume, and cover letter, all without a name,” he chuckled.

“Quit messin' with me,” she said.

He turned around her resume and cover letter.  Where she had once printed her name in the header in large font capital letters, nothing had printed.  At the end of her cover letter, the last word was “Regards,” without a name written afterwards.  She wondered if she was dreaming, or if she'd had a seizure or stroke at an early age.

“You know, if you don't want them knowing your real name at the sex shop, you can use a fake name,” he suggested.

“Uh, I don't mind if they know my real name,” she said, “they kinda need that for tax purposes, right?”

“Not really.  Do you perhaps have a stripper name?”

“A what?”

“A stripper name. ��A street name?  A … sex toy worker name?  Hell, even a tumblr username?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Because we have to put something on this application before you can turn it into the sex shop, and your real name just won't do,” he said, “So, what would you like to be called.... Miss?”

“Communication is usually my strong suit, I apologize, let me just think-”

“Miss Communication, it is, then,” Loki said.

He scribbled Miss Communication on her application.

“Uh...” she stammered.

“Mind if I call you Miss Cum, for short?” He asked.

She burst out laughing.

“Sure, that's fine, just put down whatever you think will land me the job,” she said.

She reached her hand out to him, with the intent of shaking hands.

“So Hi, I'm Miss Communication!  Apparently, I answer to Miss, or Come. What's your name?” she asked.

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently.

“Loki,” he said.

The magic bell tinkled frantically.  Loki looked past Miss' shoulder and squeezed her fingertips in excitement.

“And here comes our most important customer!” he whispered.

He dropped her hand, stood up straight, and brushed his hair back over his ears.  Miss turned, but saw no one in the shop.  

“Quick, hide yourself,” Loki said.

“Eh, what?” she said.  

Loki pulled her behind the counter and pressed for her to stay down.  A shadow passed over the door, and in walked a tall, broad shouldered man with long thick hair and ice blue eyes.  He greeted Loki with a thunderous voice.

“Hello again!” the man said!

“Ah, Thor! Welcome back!  How are you today?”

“I'm well!  Thank you for asking,” Thor said.

Miss peeked over the counter.  She lost the will to hide upon seeing the tan muscular man's broad smile.

“Holy shit,” she said as she popped up from behind the counter.

“Oh, hello!” Thor said.

Loki cleared his throat.

“Thor, this is Miss, Miss, Thor.  Miss, could you go run the IC inventory in the stockroom for me?” Loki said.

“Hi,” Miss said to Thor.

Under the counter, Loki pushed her away from them.

“Get lost, I have work to do,” Loki muttered.

“Uh huh,” Miss said.

Thor smiled, looked at his feet and scoffed to himself.  He looked back to the pair, locked eyes with Miss, and spoke eagerly.

“So I came by to pick up something special for my girlfriend,” he said.

Miss' jaw tightened in pained disappointment as Thor emphasized the word girlfriend, however, she retained her goofy grin.  Thor turned his attention onto Loki.

“And I just knew you'd have something amazing for me to give her,” Thor said.

“Well, I was just working on something amazing, but it's not quite done yet!” Loki said.

Loki waved his elegant hand over the gaudy heart-shaped box with the crazy magenta striped neon orange ribbon.

“Perfect! I have some time, is it a bother if I stay?  I love to watch you work,” Thor crooned.

“I vote stay,” Miss said.

Loki, blushing from the compliment, elbowed her.  He gave her a look that both silenced and comforted her.  His look was one part “you're in no trouble, but play along,” and one part “let me handle this, I've got a plan.”

“Of course it's no bother!” Loki said to Thor.

To Miss, he whispered, “keep quiet or you're fired before you even fill out the w-4.”

Loki cleared his throat and returned to work.

“Trainees,” he scoffed, “am I right?”

Loki curled another ribbon for the gaudy heart-shaped box.  He selected a cardboard insert for the box and lined it with an azure tissue paper. He side-eyed Miss as he took a gold tin with enamel cherries inlaid from the freezer.  Miss looked at Thor.  Thor beamed, concentrated on everything Loki did.  Miss turned her attention to Loki.  He removed a small red fruit, a cherry.  The neglected cherry pitter rested on a hook on a pegboard near the fountain.  He dipped the cherry, pit and all, into the fountain by the stem, and sat it upon a tiny circle of pinkish paper.  After repeating this process six more times, he reached for a shaker full of sprinkles.  Miss watched as his hand glided past the sprinkles and to what appeared to be a shaker of crushed red pepper.  He shook out an even coating of the pepper, then reached for a pippete bag, filled with a hot pink icing.  He wound the stem in spiral of this icing and wrapped these six up.  He transferred them to six out of the thirteen divots in the cardboard spacer.  He then prepared to make six more, but as Miss squinted, she noticed that whatever fruit he pulled did not look like a ripe cherry.  This fruit looked wrinkled.  As he pulled the next one, she spotted it clearly; these were carolina reapers.

Miss's eyes widened and she looked at Thor to see if he noticed.  He had the exact same studious, unchanged beaming smile on his face as when Loki first began his work.  Reapers dipped, iced, and wrapped up, six more filled the divots.  Loki pulled a special clear plastic container from the stainless steel refrigerator.  Inside, a piece that looked like an ornate corsage shone through with pearlescent violet petals and dewdrops crafted with boiled sugar glaze.  Loki uncovered the artisenal confection, scooped it into the center of the heart-shaped box.  Thor beamed.

“Beautiful,” Thor said.

“Thank you for the compliment, I am glad you enjoy it!” Loki said.

He closed up the box and sealed it with the gaudy neon ribbon.  Thor took out his wallet, handed Loki some bills, received his change and left with a polite wave to Miss.  She watched his sculpted ass as he left.  As the magic bell tinkled to denote his exit, Miss turned to Loki with her hand in the air.

“Fuck the hell yes!  Way to get my back with that mystery girlfriend, you are awesome!” she said.

“Your back?  I've been poisoning this mystery bitch for months, believe me, Miss, I am doing this all for myself,” he said.

“Wait, for clarity, you gay is good, you poisoning people is bad,” she said.

“Oh please, I never send her anything I wouldn't let him eat on accident. So no, it won't kill her, not that I haven't thought about it, but I want it to make her wish she was dead,” Loki said, “so at this point I've hit her with the hottest, foulest, nastiest flavoring I can find and she still won't fucking break up with him.”  

He slumped hopelessly against the counter and looked toward the door with longing.

“He must be absolutely incredible in the sack,” he said.

“Have you tried sending him back with, like, normal shit?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Like, normal, delicious chocolates, in a pretty box with a nice note,” she said.

“Why would I do that?” He asked.

“Because, I mean, he keeps bringing her what you send, doesn't that kinda mean she likes it?”

Loki sighed.

“You might be right.  He's a kinky bitch, I know that,” Loki said, “it's very possible she likes the suffering.”

“How do you know he's kinky?” Miss asked.

“Work here for a couple of weeks,” Loki said, “you'll understand real quick.”

“So, does that mean I got the job?” Miss asked.

“Can you start tonight?” Loki asked.

“Uh, I mean, I'm here, so, sure, I guess?” Miss asked.

“Then you're hired,” Loki said, “go put on that apron.”

She looked to the coat rack by the door, upon which the sickeningly pink frilly apron hung.  She looked back to his uniform, a striped shirt and black slacks and tie.

“I don't have to wear one if you don't,” she said.

“You're no fun,” he said.

“Look, if I'm really working here tonight, you should probably show me what I'm supposed to be doing,” she said. “Oh, you're working,” Loki said, “I was just about to take down the Now Hiring sign and lock up for the night.”

“Wait, if I'm working tonight, and you're locking up now, what am I supposed to do?”

“Training,” he said cryptically.

He walked out the door and tugged on the Now Hiring sign.  He turned the hanging Open signboard to Closed on his way back inside.  The neon open signs shut themselves off, and velvet curtains of deep violet descended over the windows to hide the treats within.

“Miss? I'll need you to stand over here, please,” Loki said.  

He gently held her by the wrist and guided her away from the workspace. The business cards on the cash register each jumped into the air and flipped, one by one.  Before the jump, each white card read “Tricky Treats Candy Shop, Home of the Trickster's Delight™!” in candyapple red ink.  After the flip, the black backside of each card contained candyapple red lettering which read “Torture Candy Sex Shop” and in much smaller letters below, “(Also the Home of the Trickster's Delight™)”.

“What the theoretical fuck,” she muttered.

“Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not accustomed to having others in the shop for the transition,” he said, “please pardon me.”

Loki pulled her against his chest just as a squadron of sexy mannequins pranced past with boxes of gear.  She yelped as their chests collided.  He slid his hand to the small of her back and took her other hand in his.  He pushed his right toe between her feet, then kicked it out to step to the right, pushing her foot to the right in the process, causing her to step to the right along with him.

“Terribly sorry, try to keep the tip of your toes pointed towards mine, and if I push, you step back,” he said as he pushed her.

She stepped back.  A mannequin bolted behind Loki, hauling the hot, still cascading chocolate fountain.

“And if I pull you, you step forward,” he instructed.

His right foot stepped backward, so she stepped forward with her left, kept the toes of her left shoe pressed against the toe of his right. He pulled her, she stepped forward as he stepped back.  She collided against him as he stopped abruptly.  Mannequins shot by them on every side, and when he pushed her forward again his legs spread to take impossibly long steps.  She strained and reached backwards with her heels in an attempt to keep up with his wide gait.  The inner seams of their pants crossed paths and built friction between their legs as they waltzed among the chaos.  He pressed his back against the back of a bent mannequin, which lifted and swiveled to its left.  Loki swiveled to his left, kept their backsides together, and Miss twirled to the right to compensate.  The mannequin walked away and Loki swiveled again.  When Miss twirled herself into place, she felt her rump brush against the edge of the counter.

“Up,” he said.

He lifted on her waist, and she bounced up to sit on the counter.  He jumped up and straddled her lap with his knees on the countertop as a mannequin ran a swiffer broom beneath them.  She looked at him with a face full of uncertainty at the correctness of their intimate proximity.  Loki smirked.  His eyebrows darted up for a instant, as he pulled away from her face and pressed against her breastbone.

“Down,” he said.

He pushed her, and her back hit flat against the countertop, as he himself hopped down and ducked below the counter until his head sunk between her open thighs.  She could not see this, as her head hung free over the opposite edge of the counter. When she looked to the ceiling, just overhead, a metal bar containing many hangers full of lingerie swished over her.  She sat up to find Loki's smirking face still between her legs.  She pointed her finger right to the cute bridge of his pale nose.

“Not unpleasant, but not okay,” she said.

“I do hope you'll pardon the mess,” he replied, “things get a bit different in here come sundown, nothing looks the same after dark here.  Not even me.”

A lollipop tree swept over his head, over her lap, and her finger caught a clear red pop.  She caught it as it fell from the tree, before it could bonk Loki on the head.  She looked down at him.  His baby face appeared to age.  The smooth, porcelain skin grew a touch more loose and porous.  Parentheses like creases pressed themselves into the edges of his muzzle, crows feet imprinted at the corners of his intense eyes.  The kiss of age rendered him no less attractive, only different.  Miss lifted the gemlike red candy.

“Can I have this,” she asked.

He stood up, put his hands around her waist and drew her from the countertop.  He took the lollipop from her and flung her towards the entrance door, but kept hold of her hand as a line of mannequins ducked down and shuffled between them under their arms.  He lifted their hands and spun back into her arms.  While he spun, he dropped the lollipop back into a second mobile lollipop tree and withdrew a different, teddy bear shaped pop.  He unwrapped it and presented it to her.

“How about this one,” he said, “it's safer!”

“Sure,” she said.

She bit the head of the lollipop and closed her lips around its round waist.  A mannequin barreled toward the two of them.  Loki, wide eyed, silently asked for a little push.  Miss pushed him forward as she pushed herself back out of its path.  Her heel caught some unseen obstacle as she stepped back.  Loki wheeled to face her, grabbed her palm as she fell, yanked her towards him, spun her back into his arms.  She looked up at him wide eyed, and sucked down the cherry flavor from her teddy bear lolly.  The magic bell tinkled out an alarm.  The mannequin squad jumped, scrambled to their final positions.  Outside the last rays of sun disappeared behind the mountains.  The candies that were left on the shelves transformed into various adult novelties and sexy sundries.  The assorted candies in the stacked glass bowls became individually wrapped specialty condoms, energy pills, and single use lubricant packets.  Packets of Fruit Stripe Gum unwrapped themselves and reformed into striped edible underwear, as displayed on one previously nude mannequin. Packets of twizzlers unwound and tied themselves in intricate Japanese knots around a rope-bondage mannequin.  The long, twisted spiral lollies in the vase turned into pyrex wands.  Miss' wide eyed expression turned to one of concerned confusion as her teddy bear melted in her mouth to take the form of a small cherry red anal plug. As she continued to suck on this new-found pacifier, it provided the same cherry flavor.

“That one does look cute in you,” he said.

He stretched out a long, elegant finger and pressed the button on the butt of the plug.  It wobbled, then the edges of Miss' lips blurred as the vibrator whirred.  She pushed the button and it pulsed rapidly, pushed once more and it switched off.  She pulled the plug from her lips with a slurp and stared at it in suspicion.  Loki smirked at her, and each new wrinkle the sunset brought with it displayed itself upon his face.

“You seem shocked at the change,” Loki said.

“I'm just surprised that it's still cherry flavored, considering, y'know, where it usually goes,” she said.

She popped the plug back in her mouth and continued to suck on it.  Loki chuckled.

“You're going to have a lot to learn from my clientele, I can already tell.”

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Green’s Your Color ( Loki x Reader)

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it but since my finals are approaching and I am more than stressed out I put writing aside for a while.

Request by @nori-jan : “Hey there ! i see that your request is open and i've had this scenario in my had for a while so here it is (sorry if my english is messed up): You and Loki have hidden feelings for each other. One day Thor throws a big royal event on Asgard, and Loki asks you to be his ±1. when you get there, you see the stunning emerald green dress that Loki has pick for you (you don't know he's the one who chose it). During the event you don't see Loki a lot because of his royal tasks, but everybody is glancing at you, treating you with a lot of respect and you think it's weird. You manage to ask Thor, and he explains you (quite embarrassed) that there is a tradition in Asgard, when you wear someone's color (Loki's green in this case), it means you are his promise. So you go ask Loki for explanation and he finally confess his feelings for you. Hope it's okay, thank you so much !”

Again I’m really sorry for taking so long to post it and if there are some grammar mistakes. I hope you’ll like it and that it’s up to your expectations.

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When a maid came to you with the mission to deliver you an invitation as the younger prince's special guest, to a party Thor had decided to organize you knew that you'd had to get dressed up nicely. Firstly because there obviously will be many people and among those simple people would be the prince of Asgard, god of mischief and your favorite person in the nine realms: Loki. Usually you wouldn't have been invited to that kind of party but you were going as the god of michief guest.

It's not that he was fond of that kind of event but the appeal of the title and glory was unresistable for him and he made much effort to act like the prince he needed to be to gain the respect of his people again after his many treason against the people of Asgard as well as Thor. You didn't really appreciate those parties either, you'd rather be in the massive library of the castle, settled on one of the armchair with a book in your hands. The smell of the old leather cover and the pages, the sound of the paper when you turn each page to access to the next and the calm reinging on the place. But the most important thing, drawing you to the library even more was Loki, you found that you had a common interest with the prince when you found him also reading a book in a spot near to yours, one day you decided to ask about what he was reading and the at first awkward relationship that started by brief greetings and shy smiles blossomed into a rather interesting friendship.

Despite being a man of action and thirsty of glory and conquers, he was also a lover of art, literature, music, painting and many other forms of art. That was your main conversation subject when you first started talking and it was still the case but there was so much more behind those conversation than just sharing opinion's on someone's art.

For you Loki always have been a masterpiece himself, his raven hair as dark as his soul but his heart as white and pure as his skin. A beautiful contrast that was mesmerizing in your eyes. The way he could be so mean to one and so nice to you was a mystery and like art, his behaviour was  abstract.

When you met him in the garden for your daily conversation, you talked about the party with him and weren't surpised when you saw his face twisting into an annoyed expression when you mentionned his royal duties

" I won't see much of you if you're busy seducing all the beautiful ladies that will attend the event. I mean, the time to find you a wife will come sooner than you think." you said.

He scoffed, a smiled appearing on his face.

" What kind of lady could handle me and my moods, one day I could get all into romance and the next, I'll be off to conquer the universe, leaving mayhem and destuction. You're the only one who managed to put up with me" he said, lightly nudging your shoulder with his.

It was your turn to smile

" I appreciate the kind of mayhem you create my dear, if those ladies don't see how wondeful it is, then they will be sad to learn what a marvelous man they passed by. But if you want to be sure to get to their heart just wear you helmet, you know, the one with the horns"  you gestured over your head, forming the horns of his signature accessory

" Maybe I am already trying to harpoon one lady's heart  and that those giggling hens doesn't even deserve a glance from me."

It was a surprise for you. Was Loki courting someone? Why didn't he talk to you about it ? He never show any signs of affection toward anyone except you and his brother, when he wasn't pranking him of course, but still he was infatuated with someone. This man was a true mystery for you, one that you couldn't resolve even when you forced yourself to try.

" And who that lucky lady might be?" you asked , looking at the setting of colorful flowers in front of you, trying to look like you're not that interested by his answer despite your worriness.

" It was only a supposition, my dear"  

You nodded, still lost in the beautiful sight of the garden but your mind was miles away , seeking which lady of Asgard managed to make her way to Loki's heart. You knew how hard it was to be appreciated by him, for you it  has been a hard task at first. And earning his trust and trusting him back was rather complicated. The flow of bothering thoughts was interrupted by someone scratching their throat. You turned toward your companion and saw that he was now standing up.

" You see me sorry , my lady but I have to leave you. My duties are waiting for me."

You gave him another nod and got yourself up to his level.

" I hope to see you soon" he said, offering you a smile and delicately taking your hand in his. He brought it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

The usual shiver you felt evertime you received any kind of affective gestures from him, ran down your hand and through your whole body.

He released your hand and turned around, ready to walk away from you. You didn't feel like going back inside the palace and decided to stay there to freshen your mind because of all the disappointing thoughts running through your head Despite the pleasure the simple act of affection Loki just gave you, the shock of his confession had you shook. You let yourself fall back on the stone bench and stared at the flowers registering the fact that you lost the only chance you had with the god of michief . And in your misery, you didn't see how the younger prince looked at you to get one last glimpse of your face before stepping into the golden palace.

The light in his eyes was well-know of you and fitted him perfectly. Mischief. And that scared you more than anything, because if Loki had a beloved and if it wasn't you, your heart would break into a million pieces. You'd had enough of staring into the empty; the flowery garden became a blurry mess of colors while your thoughts were darker than the heart everyone assumed Loki had.

Getting up, you walked away from the castle and to the stairs, leading to a wilder part of the garden. Instead of the perfecty entertained garden you stepped into an equally beautiful landscape but you could clearly see that the gardener didn't really took care of this one. Ivy was growing on the statues and walls and as you marched further the grasser became taller. It could have looked like nobody took care of the garden but it was an intentional effect, the wonderful garden slowly fading into a wild place, letting the nature take back its rights leading to the forest.

As you entered the forest it was starting to darken because of the thousand-year-old trees  and their massive foliage, creating a dome of above your head. It was like you just entered a new dimension where the atmosphere was mystically natural.

The grass was tickling your feet through your sandals and the wind, caressing your skin and making your hair flying and every directions. You walked for a while, thinking, letting the sound of leaves brushing against each other and the occasional tweeting of the birds calming you.

The thought of the man you loved since your tender childhood, despite all his acts, at the arm of another lady and how much it would make you suffer had left your mind, your troubles long forgotten.

After wandering in the forest for the rest of the day,you got back the the palace, the stars were already shining in the night sky. The torches were already burning  and providing the castle with their light. As you approached the diner hall you could hear the voices and laughter of people. You could imagine how lonely Loki was feeling, he always was foreign to these kind of behaviour and didn't want to be assimilate with those apes that were the Asgardian males. In his words, he hated how their drinks spilled everywhere and the annoying sound of their pints breaking o nthe ground  when they wanted a refill. And their conversations about ripping some monstruous creature's head off or talking about their last love affair.

The second your entered the dining hall, your presence was immediately known because of Thor's loud greeting.

" Lady Y/N, where have you been?" his booming voice resounded on the walls.

You smiled and offered a nod of the head to the others while making your way to the empty sit next to Loki.

" I went for a walk in the forest to get away for a while"

You sat down and started to grab a few pieces of food and put it in your plate.

" I s everything good?" the familiar voice of the younger prince asked you.

You nodded.

You could feel Loki's eyes on you but wouldn't dare to react, he was smart and the simple fact to look at him in the eyes would betray you and prove him that effectively there was something wrong.

" Are you still coming to the ball tomorrow?"

You threw him a quick glance and hummed through your full mouth and took the time to swallow to add:

" I still have to find a dress tho"

" Don't worry, you still have the time to find one until tomorrow evening" he said, before getting up, excusing himself and walking away from you for the second time of the day.

A knock on your bedroom door interrupted you as you were brushing your hair, sitting at your dressing table in only a robe.

" Come in!" you shouted not bothering to get up

The door opened, revealing a maid holding a dress in her arms.

" Lady Y/N, I have a dress for you" she said and walked up to you

You raised your eyebrows and put your hairbrush down on your dressing table.

" For me ?"

She nodded

" It's your attire for the ball " she said with a smile before walking to your bed an gently put the dress on it before going out of the room.

You eyed the dress from your place and went to take a look.

The color green was the first thing you saw and, coming closer you noticed the touches of gold in some parts of the dress.

A smile ghosted over your lips and you untied the belt of your robe, sliding it off of you, letting you naked.

You then grabbed the luxious piece of clothing and hold it in front of you; you couldn't wait another minute to try it on.

Turning the dress for the back to face you, you untied the lacing to loose the fabric and permit for you to slid in the piece of clothing .

The soft fabric was soft on your skin, caressing it like you were a fragile being.

The dress was a vibrant emerald green color and the material seemed fluid as how it was dancing with every movements you made.

It had an off-shoulders neckline made in golden lace which slowly faded away to transform into the green piece of clothing.

A split on the side, going up to the middle of your thigh was also covered in golden lace.

And for the final touch a lacy, still golden belt, a part of the dress itself, shaped like a snake with two emeralds for the eyes, matching the color of the dress. The belt was perfectly marking your waist to emphasize your beautiful waist.

It was the most beautiful dress you'd ever had the privilege to wear and you felt like a princess.

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling at the sight of you in the mirror. If Loki don't fall in love with you in this dress then nothing would make him.

" Can you help me with the lace, please?" you asked the maiden who obliged and tied the golden lace.

She backed away from you while you were still looking at your reflection amazed at how a simple piece of clothing could make such a difference.

" The party already started, my lady, your presence is required by the princes" she said

You nodded and walked out of your room, followed by your maiden  

 When you entered the ballroom you felt all eyes settling on you and felt quickly ill at ease and didn't know why all those important people were watching you. You took a few steps further into the room and turned on yourself, trying to spot a familiar face. The first thing you recognized was the luscious mane of raven hair belonging to Loki. You started walking in his direction and waited for him to finish his conversation with one of his guests, as soon as he was free, you tapped on his shoulder to grab his attention. He turned around, his first reaction was a smile at the sight of you but when his eyes wandered down your whole body to see you cladded in the dress, his eyes widened and his mouth fell a little bit open.

" Y/N! You look ravishing!" he exclaimed

You felt your cheeks set on fire and just settled on mumbling a quiet " Thank You".

He put his hand on your arm and rubbed his thumb against your skin. You met his eyes and got lost in them, you could have stayed like this forever if one of the guest didn't call out for him breaking the sweet contact you were having.

I am sorry, I can't spend much time with you, I have my royal responsabilities to attend .

He sighed, his dark eyebrows furrowing at his own words.

" I understand" you said, offering an understanding smile but the sadness prominent on your features.

" Don't worry when I'm done I'll join you. But until then, be careful with the men, I don't want any of their disgusting hands to be put on you. So just try to stay away from them"  he retreaved his hand  and walked away to a new guest.

You stood in place for a while not knowing what to do with yourself and smiling shyly at the people who were still staring at you. Finally deciding to move, you walked toward the table where the royal feast was waiting for the guests to decide to stuff their faces with the food.

You found an empty sit around the table and let yourself fall on it as graciously as you could . Your eyes locked themselves on Loki again who you had troubles to recognize the behaviour . Those warm smiles he was giving everyone and the laugh you were one of the only lucky persons who could hear it was now given to every guests who approached the younger prince. Completely lost in your thoughts and your eyes still glued to Loki you didn't saw Thor sitting next to you.

" Are you alright, lady Y/N?"

His loud voice frightened you and you quickly turned your head toward him the surprise evident on your face.

You put your hand on your chest, clearly howing that he almost scared you to death.

" I didn't see you there"

He chuckled before taking a huge sip of the also huge pint of beer he had in hand.

" Still drooling over my brother from afar ?" he asked

You were caugt.

" I'm...I'm not drooling! I'm just looking at him because beside you, he's the only one I know there, that's all. " you tried to hide the fact that you were now more red than Thor's cape.

Your earned yourself another laugh from him.

" My brother isn't a man of feelings. But he isn't a brute like he calls me or the other Asgardians. He has a deep sense of love and trust me, if he came to lost the one he loves, I can't even imagine how much it would make him suffer."

Goosebumps erupted on your naked arms and your stomach clenched, not yet ready to hear the truth that will probably make you hurt.

" Who is it ?" you asked

The god of thunder gave a quick glance in his brother's direction before focusing on you again. A soft smile appeared on his face as he put his pint down.

" It's been a while since Asgard received so much guest or even organized a gathering, so it's not a surprise that you're not aware of that tradition"

You furrowed your eyebrows questionningly and before you could ask what he meant he continued.

" It's a very old tradition on our planet that when a man is infatuated with a woman, he asks her to wear a garment in his representative color to show everyone that she is his. Loki is know to own the color green and he 's the one who chose your dress for tonight."

Your head snapped to Loki, A mix fof relief and shock washed over you as a wave of warmth spread through your whole body. With a wide smile you turned back to Thor.

" Does he really want me to be his?" you sked barely able to contain your excitement.

" I believe that, coming from brother, this is the biggest proof of love I 've ever seen. Also, as Loi's older brother and King of Asgard; you have my blessings" a toothy grin followed his words. He took his pint back and made a silent "cheers" move with it before emptying its content.

" Thank you so much" you aid, leaning to press a kiss to Thor's bearded cheek before quickly getting up from your seat.

You speed walked toward Loki, refusing to waste anymore time on useless flirting and discreet looks when all you had to do was grab that stubborn man's face and kiss him.

And that's exactly what you intended to do. Walking through the crowd of people and reaching Loki, you didn't wait for him to finish his conversation. You grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

He seemed surprise by your actions but before he could veen say a word  you'd cupped his cheeks in the palm of your hands and gotten on your tiptoes. Both of your lips met in a chaste kiss but you lingered there a few seconds longs, savoring the moment you'd waited so long to live, before pulling away.

The surprise on his face was more than quickly replaced by a smile.

" What was that for?"

His hands found their way to your waist as the two of you finally reach the point of shyness never seem to have existed.

" You didn't needed to make me wear your color for me to be yours"

Looking into the blue eyes that you loved so much, you were touched by a sudden boldness and kissed his smiling mouth in another chaste kiss.

" I have always been yours."

The forbidden Stories

Chapter one, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine. 

Chapter Ten: Acid Memories. 

Once you and Loki were done at the pet store, the sun started to set. You then felt drawn to the forest just outside of town, illuminated by a light green glow. Loki followed like he said he would, but you could tell he didn’t really want to. His normally calm and indifferent demeanor has now changed. He was looking around a lot more, and seemed to be paranoid. You wondered for a second what could be so dangerous Until you felt a tugging at your shirt.

Hrim, was not climbing into your cleavage supported by a sports bra and snuggling up in between your breasts. You smiled and cooed at him for being so cute. This made Loki scoff.

“Yet if I do that, I’m the bad guy right?” he smirked at you.

“Maybe you need to get cuter,” you shot back playfully and continued to walk.

The two of you walked in silence through the forest, taking in the gorgeous night air. Until you stumbled upon something magical.

A placid lake that was completely calm reflected the moonlight off it’s surface. In the distance was a mountain range with a waterfall flowing directly from it into the lake. Stars seemed to be extra vibrant form here, gleaming down onto your face. The grass was soft, it almost called you to sit down.

Loki sat next to you, setting down the shopping bags he had been carrying and watched you watch the night.

“You are so different now..” you finally stated.

“From when Dove?” he asked.

“In class you always seem so cold, then there was that one day…” you drift off, deep in thought.

Loki moved behind you, pulling you onto his lap gently and turning you to your side so that you can look at him. He had a wicked grin on his face.

“Kitten, you may be able to lie to everyone else, but you can’t hide it from me. You want to be treated like a queen. You want to be loved and adored and sought after. But once you get behind closed doors. Once you get into bed with a man, you want to be controlled. Yes you want your needs met, but you want that privilege to be given, not just because you asked for it.” his voice was low, almost primal.

It wasn’t the way he said the words that made you crave him, it was the fact he was right.

“That day I thought I would skip this, and skip letting the other three try to steal you from me.” He continued. “But I ended up scaring you in the process darling, and I apologize for that.”

“The stories always said that you hated midgardians, or thought them below you?” you asked, looking up into his eyes.

“You are not a midgardian,” he simply stated.

“Then what am I?”

“Hopefully one day, my queen.” Loki then brought you in for a kiss.

He pressed his lips against you, gently at first, being shoving his tongue into your mouth and dominating yours in the process. You felt helpless in his arms, but you didn’t want to be help anyway. He had a way of making you feel safe like this, safe with him.

“What's behind the waterfall?” you pull away teasingly to ask.

He stares down at you and growls, “It’s a waterfall darling, there is nothing behind it.”

“Have you checked?”

“No.”

“Then let’s go.” you smile as your stand, making sure you still have hrim safely tucked into you cleavage.

“What am I going to do with you, Love?” he grumbled.

“Live the boring life of a god who won't even check behind a waterfall.” You make fun of him a little.

He huffed and you started to walk around the lake. The sounds of the Asgardian wildlife ringing in your ears, making you mind buzz with excitement. Loki caught up to you after grabbing the bags.

Putting his arm around you waist, he pulled you close and whispered into your ear. “Whether there is something behind this waterfall or not, I am taking what is mine there.”

You smirked a little as your panties got wet. You wondered how much you could tease this demigod before he cracked.

Once you started to reach the mountains, you came across and old path and seemed to lead exactly where you wanted to go. You tuned and gave Loki and “I told you so” look. He shot back a hungry grunt that make you chuckle.

Following the path, you were mesmerized by how gracefull the water looked as it fell off the cliff side. The mist from the impact of the lake soaked you hair and made your skin hot. The sensation sent tingles up your spine. You smiled back at Loki who was staring back at you. Drops of water now dripping from his brow, he looked amazing. More godly then before if you do say so yourself.

When you turned the corner, you were struck with horror. There was a large skeleton, the one of a snake. Bound to the side of the cave with chains. Following the line of bones you reached an area where the head was allowed to hang down the middle of the cave. Below it was a sleek slab of stone and many old broken ropes. You remembered this story.

As the story went, Loki had hidden the golden apples, that gave gods immortality, from the other gods. Making them grow old. When they found them, they were more mad than ever before. They took Loki into a cave and tied him up so tight he couldn’t use his powers. Then they found the serpent of the lake, which was said to have acid in its fangs, and killed it. Hanging it’s head upside down so that the acid would flow from the serpents mouth onto Loki’s face. Causing more pain that could be imagined. Then they left him there for eternity.

You spun around on your heels to see Loki right behind you. His eyes looked like he could still feel the pain on his brow. He sighed and shook his head. “I completely forgot about this, this place.”

“Loki, I am so sorry.” you stuttered.

“After a while, the serpent ran out of acid, then I was able to free myself. But it took decades.” the pain in his voice was hard to miss.

Sighing you looked back at the serpent skull, it seemed to shine in the night. Then you came up with an idea.

“Loki, we may only be with each other for tonight. But what if we make this our spot?” you ask him, taking his hand.

“In a place I was torchered?” he growled, and not in a good way.

“What's the best way to spit in the eyes of a torturer? To turn his trap into the ultimate paradise.” you smiled and took his other hand.

He turned to you and smiled, his one tear fluttering away. Looking around you watched his magic go to work. The skeleton was gone, and the torture table fanished. Black and green tapestries lined the walls of the cave, each one showing one of Loki’s different victories. A deep green carpet seemed to grow beneath your feet like grass and furniture appeared out of nowhere.

“You made Thor love Norway again, maybe you can do the same for me with Asgard.” Loki whispered as the changes continued to happen.

You looked him in the eyes, “How did you know that.”

“To be frank Pet, I was jealous. I didn’t want them to take you on dates, but I couldn’t stop them. So I watched you, the whole time. I couldn’t stop myself. That's another reason I know so much about you.” he took your hand and kissed the knuckles.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or scared,” you laughed at him.

Bending down, he lifted you up bridal style and walked to to the just appearing king sized bed, smiled at your as he did. “You can think about that later pet.”

He you down on the bed and flicked his finger. You felt your hands forced above your head and your legs spread apart. He smiled and crawled on top of you. Reaching up, he gently pulled Hrim from your cleavage, without waking him and set him in his bed on the floor. Then gave you a very greedy look.

Moments later you were pressed up against one of the tapestries, your legs wrapped around his waist and his lips against yours. His hand still held you arms up over your head, his other feeling down your side.

You fought back with your own kiss, sucking onto his tongue and grinding against his waist, making him groan. He smiled through you lips and you heard a snap from his fingers. Instantly you felt the warm fabric of the tapestry against your bare backside. He pulled back to take in the full sight of your body. You suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze, which made his smirk grow across his face.

Freeing his hand from your arms, they still felt constrained above you as his mouth kissed its way down you neck and to your breasts, claiming the right one for it’s down. His left hand squeezed the left gently, making you realise a soft moan. His right hand feeling it’s way down your body. His pointer finger found your pussy with ease and letitslef in, arching your back in the process, his thumb rotating around your clint slowly.

“Steve maybe ‘All american,’” he growled, “Stark may be smart and Thor may be strong. But I, Kitten, Only I truly know how your body works.”

His middle finger joined his pointer and you let out a short high pitched scream, making him smile up at you as he continued to suck on your breast. His thumb moving closer to the center of his clint. He started to pump his fingers into you slowly, finding your special spot in seconds and focusing on it. You couldn’t stop the constant moans from leaving your lips, even by biting them.

Soon you could feel you own body tensing, your hips bucking up into his hand as you felt yourself come undone in his hands. He chuckled as he helped you ride through you orgasm to the end, pushing his fingers deeper into you.

Already tired and out of breath, he let you go, his magic still holding you up and he lifted his fingers to his mouth. Closing his eyes he smiled at your taste, letting out a groan in pleasure. Grabbing you again, he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he pushed you gently onto the bed.

Grabbing your waist, he flipped you over then, placing you on your weak knees. Keeping his arm around your waist to hold you up. Bending over, he nibbled on your neck, a little harder than you were used to, making you let out a squeal.

“No Matter who you choose kitten, only I have marked you as mine,” he growled into your ear.

In one movement, he was inside of you to his full length, making you squeal again in pleasure. Taking a second he moved you air to the side and kissed the back of your neck, letting you get used to him. Then he slowly pumped his cock into you, moaning into your neck as he does.

You have never made the sounds you were making for him. Usually you can hold it in, but for some reason today was different. As he started to move faster, he was going deeper than anyone has ever gone before and you went wild. Screaming as he moved, his name on your lips the whole time.

His hand moved down your stomach slowly, and rested on your clint, putting pressure on it as he pounded you from behind. You came, not long after that, but he never stopped, he pumped through your orgasm, you juices making it easier for him as they squirted on to his cock.

Leaning down he kissed your ear without faltering in his thrusts. “I want to hear you scream kitten. I want it loud enough so that all of Asgard knows who is making you feel this way and where.”

With one last growl he straightened his back and put his hands on your hips, pulling your too him swiftly and thrusting at the same time. You felt his cock stretch you deeper and deeper in seconds. Making you let out the loudest scream you have ever managed.

“Loki!”

He smiled as he held it there for a second before gently pulling out of you. You smiled and let out a pleasured sigh as you laid down in this extremely soft and comfortable bed.

Watching him clean himself off, you made eye contact with him just as your eyes fluttered shut and you drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Eleven

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