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lives-in-midgard · 15 days

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A Cute Couple

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You distant yourself from Bucky because you think he doesn't feel the same, not knowing that he is also in love with you.

Word Count: 1180

Request: Bucky and Reader who are best friends and really close, then someone says that and Bucky furrows and is like “we are not a couple.” But he didn’t see the changing expression on readers face because she is in love with him. [See full request here.]

Prompt 19: “You’re such a cute couple.” “We are not a couple.”

A/N: Thank you for sending me this request I hope you like it!!

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Bucky is your best friend, and you are his. It all started when you joined the Avengers shortly after Bucky did. You immediately had a special connection and became best friends after a while. You were there for each other when the other one was going through a difficult time. Bucky knows exactly how to make you feel better and you know what to say or do to make him feel better. You tell each other everything, well almost everything because you both have a secret and are afraid of telling it to the other.

You have a huge crush on Bucky and Bucky is also in love with you.

You weren’t sure how Bucky would react if you told him how you feel until one day.

Bucky and you were sitting on the couch in the living room of the Avengers compound. A few minutes ago, Bucky asked you how something on his phone works and you explained it to him. You had to chuckle when he didn’t understand something and after a while you found yourself sitting very close to him. A few more minutes passed when Peter Parker entered the room. He was a new Avenger and you both hadn’t really spoken to him much since he joined.

“Hey, Y/n, hello Mr. Barnes.” Peter said politely and sat down on an armchair. You both looked over to him with a smile.

“Kid, I already told you that you can call me Bucky.” Bucky said and you giggled.

“Okay, Mr.…umm Bucky.” He stuttered nervously and then blushed. You continued to talk to him for a while.

“You’re such a cute couple.” Peter suddenly said and you started to blush and then to smile.

“We are not a couple.” Bucky answered and then chuckled. Your smile dropped not because what he said was wrong, but because of the way he said it. You didn’t hear what Peter said next, you just wanted to get away from there. So, you slowly moved away from Bucky and stood up, Bucky then looked at you confused.

“I have to go. …I completely forgot that Wanda wanted to talk to me…now.” You stuttered as you looked at Bucky and then at Peter.

“Oh, okay, but we see each other later, right?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You mumbled and Bucky smiled, although he was a little confused about what just happened. You quickly said goodbye to Peter and then went to your room. When you opened the door to your room, you laid down on your bed and started crying. Of course, you know that you’re not a couple, but when Peter told you that you and Bucky were cute, it made you happy and then Bucky chuckled. He probably doesn’t have the same feelings for you, you thought. You decided that maybe it would be the best if you didn’t spend so much time together anymore. But you have to watch a movie with him later like you always do.

After dinner you went to Bucky’s room like you did every day, but this time you were more distant and tried not to sit as close to him as you used to. Even if it was difficult for you, especially when he is such a cutie. When the movie ends you usually stay for a while, but this time you thought it would be better to go to your room.

“Doll, are you sure that everything is okay?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, it’s nothing, I’m just tired.” Before you could leave the room, you heard Bucky say:

“Goodnight doll, and sleep well.” You started to smile and turned around.

“Goodnight Buck, thanks you, you too.” Bucky smiled at you and then you went to your room.

Over the next few days, you started not spending so much time with Bucky. You made excuses when he wanted to spend time with you, and once when you were training and he came into the room you stopped and said that you wanted to stop even though that wasn’t true.

You missed spending time with Bucky. You missed his smile, his blue eyes, you missed when he calls you doll and how he always knows the right thing to say. You even miss his grumpy side and how he always gets annoyed when he doesn’t understand something in the modern life.

Bucky also missed you a lot. He missed making you laugh, talking to you about everything, watching movies at night, and then waking up to you cuddling with him. Bucky even missed that you can always make him smile or laugh, even when he’s in a grumpy mood.

At first Bucky didn’t want to say anything to you, but after a few days he had to talk to you.

You were in your room watching your favorite show when there was a knock on your door. When you opened the door, you saw Bucky standing there. He looked nervous and had a sad look in his eyes.

“Hey doll, can we talk?”

“Sure Buck, come in.” You were nervous and quickly turned the TV off.

“Are you avoiding me, doll?”

“What, no, I’m not avoiding you.”

“Are you sure because you’ve definitely been trying not to spend a lot of time with me lately…Once you even left the room when I walked in. I really miss you, doll.” Bucky looked sad and now you were too.

“I miss you too.”

“Then please tell me why you’re avoiding me” Bucky asked and you looked down, not sure what to say to him.

“Please doll, tell me what I did to upset you.” Bucky said, and when you didn’t answer, he put his finger on your chin and lifted it up so you were looking at him. When you looked into his blue eyes and saw how sad he looked, you couldn’t resist.

“Remember when Peter told us that we were a cute couple?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“When you said that we are not a couple, it made me so…so sad, especially the way you said it. Because…Bucky, I’m in love with you” You stuttered and were silent for a moment. When Bucky didn’t say anything, you became nervous.

“Bucky– “

“Doll, I love you.” Bucky interrupted you.

“What?”

“I’ve been in love with you for so long, but I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.”

“Oh, Bucky, I can’t believe this.”

“You better believe it, because I’m so in love with you.” You blushed and Bucky suddenly tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, put his hand on your cheek and then he kissed you. At first it was softer, but then it became more passionate.

“This kiss was worth the wait.” Bucky said as you broke the kiss. You smiled at each other and are both so happy knowing that the other feels the same way. You are so in love with each other and can’t wait to see where this relationship goes.

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midnightstar16 · 2 months

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Whispers of Love: Ivar x Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Reader is new in Kattegat and catches the attention of a certain Ragnarsson.

Warnings: Assault, murder, slight swearing(i think)

You came to Kattegat just a couple days ago but it didn’t take much time at all for you to notice the famous sons of Ragnar Lothbrok. You only saw them from a safe distance as they talked to one another. You noticed one of the boys was crippled but not before you saw his face. You were in awe, to say the least. But your eyes must have lingered on him for quite some time for he met your gaze with an intense stare that sent chills down your spine. You never had more reason to leave and go back to the hut you were staying in.

You became an orphan at the mere age of 12 and had taken care of the farm for many years with your older brother. But the two of you had recently decided that you wanted a far more exciting future than just farming on the land so you sold the land and took the money to buy a hut and look after yourself just until you had settled in. You forgot about Ivar soon enough once you reached you new home and moved on with your new life.

A month passed by and living in Kattegat was so much more different than the farm. It was much louder, faster and there were more people than you could count. But it was not to your dislike, it was the contrary actually. You had started your training to be a physician and you were doing nicely. Everything was working out better than you or your brother could’ve imagined.

Ivar had not stopped thinking about you ever since that little eye contact in the market and it may have been a bit delusional of him to still believe that he would see you again. You were probably not even in Kattegat anymore because he could not find you anywhere. You were the first girl to look at him with such admiration and he drowned in your beauty the second he laid eyes on you.

During dinner he seemed to have zoned out because Sigurd had to throw some food at him to get his attention. Ivar was immediately annoyed and glared at him. Trying to stop himself from flinging his axe at his brother, he asked, “Why are you throwing food around like a child?”

“You wouldn’t listen. Had to do something to bring you back to Midgard,” he replied.

Ivar rolled his eyes, already feeling great anger towards his brother but before he could say anything, his mother interrupted, “We are celebrating Yol tomorrow.”

Ivar drowned in his thoughts once more. He would know if you were in Kattegat by tomorrow night. If you were in the town, then you would be at the feast and he would approach you. He wanted to know all there was to know about you; all the important and unimportant things of your life.

You and Kalf, your brother began cleaning up the plates and horns after dinner. You broke the silence, “It is Yol tomorrow. There will be a great feast.”

“Yes, I have not been in the Great Hall since the Thing, where I got my arm ring. Just thinking about the food that will be there makes me hungry all over again,” Kalf spoke excitedly.

“We have just had dinner, you fool. How are you always this hungry?” You spoke laughingly.

“Your cooking will make any man excited to eat something else,” he commented.

Gasping, you threw the nearest thing you could find at him at which he simply laughed. You spoke sarcastically, “I won’t make food for you if you really hate it that much.”

“Well, I mean it’s not THAT bad if I think about it,” he retaliated.

Smiling smugly, you spoke, “Better.”

The feast was spectacular. You sat on a different table from your brother though because you knew he would embarrass you the first chance he got. The food and the ale was so good you could feast all night. There was music as well and many were dancing to it but you weren’t drunk enough yet to give yourself away to the music. You simply talked and laughed with your newly made friends.

Looking around the hall, you suddenly noticed certain eyes on you and then the memory came back. Those blue piercing eyes and that face, he was perfect in every way. You maintained the eye contact for long, getting lost in his eyes until one of your friends whispered, “That’s Ivar. The crippled one.”

You looked at her. You had heard of Ragnar Lothbrok’s crippled son. The girl continued, “They say he is a menace, quicker to anger than most men, so don’t let his legs fool you and not only that, but I’ve heard that he is stronger and better at fighting than any of his brothers. Apparently he strangled a boar with his bare hands but that is probably not true.”

“Of course it is not true,” you scoffed. After waiting a second, you suggested, “Come, let us dance. The music is lovely.”

The both of you giggled and rushed to give yourself away to the music. You soon felt the beat through your veins and the rhythm matching with your heartbeat. You danced uncontrollably, partly because you wanted to see how the crippled prince would react, if at all. His eyes had barely faltered from you and it was making you uncomfortable but you didn’t want him to know that. You didn’t want him to know that he made you feel weak by simply looking at you but every now and then you would give him a glance.

You suddenly felt a hand around your waist. You didn’t know who the man was for you had never seen him. His hold on you was not budging when you struggled. His other hand was roaming at places on your body that made you terrified and the hall was crowded enough for no one to truly notice your struggle.

“Let go of me!” you said, struggling.

“Oh what’s a bit of harmless fun? Especially with a woman of your beauty,” the man spoke.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as he continued to ‘dance’ and play around with your body until something that you hadn’t expected in a million years to happen. A knife suddenly struck his head as his eyes remained widened with shock. You quickly stepped away as his body fell to the ground. The tears ran down your face and you looked around trying to figure out who it was until you saw everyone looking at Ivar who was glaring at the man’s limp body. It was different to how he had looked at you in every singly way but you didn’t stay around to find out more. Feeling absolutely overwhelmed, you stormed out of the hall with Kalf following.

“What happened back there?” Kalf spoke worriedly.

“I-…” you hesitated. Before you could speak, your brother interrupted, “You don’t have to tell me. It is fine… Come on, let us go to our hut.”

Ivar had had his eyes on you all evening, his brothers even teasing him about it but he quickly turned them away angrily. But when he saw that asshole trying to touch you without consent, Ivar felt an uncontrollable anger. He wanted to skin the bastard alive but he couldn’t simply watch you struggle like that. Even after killing the man, Ivar felt no guilt. Why should he? He was simply protecting you, making sure you were safe.

No one had asked him about why he had done what he did. Perhaps it was already too obvious. Perhaps he had scared you off. You wouldn’t even want to go near him now. He felt his insecure thoughts weighing him down during the night.

You barely slept through the night, the picture of the knife piercing the man’s skull replaying in your mind and then seeing the look Ivar had on his face. That menacing look, the one that could take down entire armies.

The next day, you went away from the town to feel the quiet of nature that you had already begun to miss. You walked around the forest, finding a riverbank to sit nearby quickly enough. You thought about what had happened last night, how, in some really fucked up way, Ivar saved you. But he also killed a man who will never experience Valhalla now. Then again, that monster didn’t deserve Valhalla. You sat there wondering what would’ve happened if Ivar had not intervened.

“Mind if I join you?” you heard a voice from behind. When you turned your head and saw that it was Ivar, you quickly stood up.

“Were you following me?” you realised in this moment, you were terrified of him.

“Will it help if I said no? Either way, you walk too fast so I had to find you myself,” he spoke. When you didn’t say anything, it didn’t take him long enough to realise how you felt, “You are scared of me.”

Scoffing, you reasoned, “Who wouldn’t be? You killed a man while I was simply inches away.”

“He was hurting you,” Ivar remarked as if that was reason enough.

“But you could’ve killed me,” you argued.

Ivar grinned, “I didn’t though, did I?”

“Well… No but still, it was terrifying,” you said while Ivar made himself comfortable by sitting against the trunk of a fallen tree.

Even though Ivar worked very hard to not show it, he had been very nervous to actually talk to you. Now that you were here, he didn’t want to ever leave.

You stood there silently before sitting down in front of him. What was it about him that you felt so drawn towards?

He looked at you lovingly, “What is your name?”

“Y/N is what they call me… But I already know who you are, Ivar,” you acknowledged.

“Do you?” Ivar joked.

“That anger in those gorgeous eyes of yours, how could you be mistaken?” you replied.

“My eyes are ‘gorgeous’?” he couldn’t control his smile.

You blushed, “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“I’m afraid so. I don’t mind the compliment though, please, y/n, carry on about my gorgeous eyes,” he teased. Truth was, he felt a thousand butterflies. He’d never gotten a compliment from anyone.

The two of you continued making jokes at one another, laughing constantly and time flew by ever so quickly. Ivar couldn’t believe the sun was about to set. With you, he didn’t have to worry about anything. He felt at peace.

When his brothers asked where he had been, he simply smiled and shrugged. For the first time in so long, he didn’t feel furious. There was something about you, like you were a goddess who appeared to save him. The next day Ivar went up to the same place, hoping you would show up. He was almost about to leave until he saw you show up.

You finished your work as a physician for the day as quickly as you could and relied on your friends to cover up for you. Once out of Kattegat, you practically ran to the same spot on the riverbank as yesterday. You didn’t know how but you just knew that he would be there, nor did you know why you felt so eager to go to him either.

You continued these secret meetings for as long as you could. No one was aware of who or where you actually went but you didn’t care even if they found out. Ivar had become your sanctuary as you had become his.

During one such evening, as the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow over the riverbank, you found yourselves lost in a conversation filled with laughter. Ivar had a knack for weaving humor into every exchange, and you found yourself charmed by his wit and the way his eyes sparkled with amusement.

Ivar grinned, his eyes dancing with mirth. "See? I told you I was the funniest person you'd ever meet."

Laughing, you shook your head. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that."

His gaze softened as he looked at you, a warmth filling his eyes. "I'm glad you find me amusing, y/n."

You smiled back, feeling a flutter in your chest at the sincerity in his voice. "You have a way with words, Ivar."

He chuckled softly. "Only when I'm with you."

The air between you seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, and before you could think, you found yourself leaning in closer to him.

Ivar's hand gently brushed against your cheek as he whispered, "You're beautiful when you laugh, y/n."

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Ivar reached out, gently cupping your cheek with his hand. His touch was tender, sending a shiver down your spine as you met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest.

As your lips clashed with an overdue feeling of affection for one another, Ivar kissed you passionately and possessively almost as if declaring that you were his.

You pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, you found yourself lost in Ivar's eyes once more, a sense of belonging settling deep within your soul.

“I am yours, y/n, now and forever and you are mine,” Ivar’s words echoed in your heart as you buried your eyes in his, expressing a thousand unspoken words.

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sserpente · 1 year

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A/N: Requests from anon and @slaveforloki. You might wanna take a shower after this one. If you noticed the font in the image being different… I forgot I don’t have Photoshop on my computer in Austria anymore I didn’t take my laptop with me so I had to do it with an online editor, ugh! Try to ignore it! :D RC is not a virgin in this Imagine as originally requested, at least it’s not mentioned but I have another Christmassy one planned with that, so I hope this one will be fun regardless, I didn’t wanna post two so similar ones back to back! Could I resist adding this new gif? No, absolutely not. I’m so hyped for Season 2.

Words: 2826 Warnings: forced marriage, smut

Additonal NSFW warnings: CMNF, orgasm denial, orgasm control, arguably a little bit of dub-con, definitely angry sex

You’d do it, officially. You would hate Christmas for the rest of your life. Loki had made sure of that. With a deep sigh, you straightened your green dress—one of the maids had chosen it for you because it was Loki’s colour—and lifted your chin. You refused to let him see how much he had hurt you. How he had ruined your life, shattered it to pieces by claiming you as a bride, forcing you to become his wife all because he was now king of Asgard.

You weren’t even royalty—not wholly, anyways. Your father was the second-born prince of the king of Alfheim but your mother had been a commoner. Human. You had no royal duties, no obligation to rule a kingdom one day. You had lived a life in freedom—up until Loki had claimed you like a prized possession.

You remembered the dark prince of Asgard. The second-born mischievous God of Chaos had been mysterious and charming the first time you had met him at a ball a few years back. But that was before the rumours about him attempting to subjugate Midgard had the branches of Yggdrasil sway with the quick footsteps of Ratatöskr.

The wedding had been yesterday—on Christmas Eve. Now officially, Alfheim did not celebrate the Christian holiday, regardless of its stolen aspects from ancient paganism. But you had visited Midgard often enough yourself to grow to love the holiday, not to mention how much your mother had adored it before she passed. You’d been looking forward to decorating and buying Christmas gifts for your loved ones and now here you were: stuck in King Loki’s chambers after a forced but oddly passionate kiss after the ceremony. A few weeks had passed since then and needless to say you had not consummated the marriage just yet.

You had been fuming already, you would have torn him to pieces if he had dared put a hand on you… and… you were pretty sure he was very well aware of that. And while he was the most dominant man that had ever stepped into your life, he respected that. For now. You hated the part of yourself that longed for him to rip your clothes off your body, throw you on the bed and fuck you until you forgot everything but his name.

If Loki was one thing beside an arrogant and power-hungry king, he was handsome. You had noticed it at the ball already. Back then, you would have wished for him to sweep you off your feet. Now, however, your anger suffocated every other feeling you could have possibly harboured for him. Desiring him physically made that wrath even stronger. You would never admit that to him though.

As if your thinking about him had summoned him, Loki barged into his chambers only mere moments later. His quick and confident steps had you tense up, even more so when his stunning blue gaze met yours.

“So you haven’t forgotten about your waiting wife then.” Loki rolled his eyes at you.

“You are not a prisoner in my chambers. You are free to roam the palace and the realm—as long as a guard accompanies you.”

“I had no need for a guard before I was married to you.”

“Consider it an additional perk.”

“Right,” you spat. “And what exactly are the other perks of you asking me for my hand in marriage and not accepting a no?”

For just the fraction of a second, Loki was surrounded by a green shimmering light. The next time you blinked, he had swapped his regal attire for some more comfortable clothes.

“It will reinforce the alliance between Alfheim and Asgard. The kingdom of Alfheim is already very suspicious of me,” he explained as if it was the most logical thing in the nine realms.

“For good reason, Loki.”

“Don’t you dare lecture me. You don’t know anything about what happened. So watch your tongue.”

Fuming, you clenched your fists. “Why me then? Why not any of my half-sisters?”

“Most of them have been promised to others already. One of them to a king in Niflheim, the other to the current princess of Svartalfheim, now that Malekith is dead. Besides, you are part-human. That makes you a valuable pawn to assure my peaceful intentions.”

“Peaceful? Your intentions are anything but peaceful.”

“Are they not?” He tilted his head, making your lower regions clench. Then, he gave you a just the tiniest hint of a smirk. “I do not recall you being present at your council meeting earlier, dear. I very much doubt you get to have a say about any of my intentions.”

“You forced me to marry you!”

“Your father was thrilled and all too eager to send you to Asgard, to me.” Loki looked you dead in the eye, a mocking tone playing in his smooth voice. “Do you truly believe I wish to be married to a bastard daughter of a king? A woman who is half human? You should consider yourself lucky to be by my side rather than resent me for it.”

“Lucky? Lucky?” you screeched. “You ruined my life! You came to Alfheim and drowned everything in chaos! I was free before you claimed me like an object!”

“Please… freedom is life’s great lie,” Loki responded sharply.

“And on Christmas of all days! You decided to wed on Christmas! You have no idea how much this holiday meant to my mother and now you’ve spoiled it, you selfish and arrogant prick!”

“Watch your tone with me!”

“I will not! You made me marry you, now you’re going to deal with what you claimed!”

Loki’s blue eyes widened. It was barely noticeable but it didn’t escape you regardless.

“Where does that new-found passion for hostility come from? You have been awfully quiet over the last few weeks, pet.”

Pet. “I’m not your fucking pet. Heavens, you are so irritating!”

“Well, so are you! A spoiled child who knows nothing of love and life!”

“Me? I’m the spoiled child? My mother was human and I lived a very humble life before you tossed me into his palace. You were the one born with a silver spoon in your mouth!”

“Do not speak of things you do not understand.”

“Stop patronising me!” You were both screaming at this point. You couldn’t really care less about what the servants outside of Loki’s chambers must have been thinking. They could know you were not here voluntarily.

Loki strutted towards you, a menacing and threatening expression on his handsome face. You pressed your thighs together, standing your ground on your “shared” bed. You did not move away an inch. Not until he came to a halt right before you, so much so you had to look up to meet his stare.

“You need to stop talking,” he breathed quietly. Too quiet. “Ungrateful brat…” He muttered under his breath. But he was just loud enough for you to hear him. It almost seemed like he was trying to hold back. From what, you were unsure. Lashing out? Throwing you out? Getting physical? You swallowed thickly, your mind jumping to an image where Loki threw you over his knees, grabbed a fistful of your dress to reveal your bare bottom and spanked you for your mouth. It infuriated you even more.

“I fucking hate you!” you screamed at him, sitting up so you came to kneel on the bed. One second passed in which Loki narrowed his eyes at you… in the next… his lips were on yours.

Fire rippled through you, hot flushes blackening your vision. Your eyes fell shut, the sensation of his mouth moving against yours stealing away your ability to think straight. As if your body turned against you, your arms came up to wrap around his neck, allowing him to take a hold of your hips. Possessively, he pulled you flush against his body, his muscles rubbing against your chest hardening your nipples.

“I wish I could hate you, Earth girl” he muttered when he pulled away, stroking your hot cheek with his thumb. Your lips parted. And then you finally realised. He desired you. He’d always desired you and the fact that he did… it made him furious. You drove each other mad—and yet together you could be unstoppable.

Breathing heavily, you refused to respond to his confession and instead buried your fingers in his hair to kiss him again. Fuck it all for now. Fuck him. Right now, preferably. Even angrier at him now for making you so flustered for him, you growled, feral like a kitten when he pushed you away with a start. You landed on the mattress, bouncing up and down once before he was on top of you, his blue eyes filled with hunger.

Loki grabbed two fistfuls of your dress. You shrieked when he tore it straight off, exposing your naked body to his greedy gaze. Asgardians didn’t bother with underwear much and the maid had refused to let your wear your bra because it “didn’t go well with the dress”. Now, all you could think about was easy access.

A moan escaped your lips when he cupped your breasts in his hands, kneading them firmly and playing with your nipples until you arched your back for him. You threw your head back then, and he attacked your neck, suckling, biting, licking… Unable to form any functioning sentences, you breathed his name.

“Fucking arsehole…” His chuckle went right through you, tightening that delicious knot forming in your lower stomach and… you could practically feel yourself getting wet for him.

“I will make you beg for my cock, pet. You can try and hate me all you want but that delicious body of yours doesn’t lie. I can see it in your eyes. And I shall make it worth your while.”

Before you could muster both the courage and the smugness to counter his irritating arrogance, he kissed you again, soft hands travelling down to your hips to hook his fingers into the seam of your knickers. He ripped them clean off, making you curse.

“That was the last fucking pair I heard from Midgard!”

“You are my wife. This sad excuse of underwear is nothing compared to the lingerie I will have you wear from now on. Be glad it’s gone.”

“You don’t get to decide what I w—“ Another kiss, even more passionate than the last. His tongue slipped into your mouth, battling yours for dominance.

“Oh yes, I do. You are mine now. And you will feel like a goddess with what I will pick for you.” Attempting to shake your head failed miserably when his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed lightly. Your pussy clenched around nothing. Great. He’d discovered a new kink too, now. Arsehole.

The grunt that left your lips made him chuckle once more. Oh, he knew fully well what he was doing to you and how it made you fight your own body. But it was no use. Loki used his free hand to roll his trousers down his thighs, just enough to free his erect member. It sprung free with its tip leaking precum. Loki pushed his hips against you, cock sliding between your nether lips and brushing against your clit.

“Oh, fuck…” you whined, digging your fingernails into his clothed back until he snatched your wrists and pinned them down next to your head. He thrust forward again, teasing your clit and making you buck your hips.

“Oh, just fuck me already!”

Loki tilted his head, smirking down at you. “Now that is hardly how you speak to your husband who happens to rule the realm you reside in, now is it?”

“You’re an arsehole, Loki! I’m not begging!”

“You are not going to beg your husband?”

“No! Fuck off!”

“Fine. Then you are not coming.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You are not coming until I give you permission.”

“As if you could stop me.”

Loki raised an eyebrow and you swallowed. Challenge accepted, his expression appeared to say. And then, without any further forewarning, he plunged himself inside of you, making you moan loudly enough for his servants outside to hear. You could only imagine them blushing, except if he had charmed the room to contain any indecent noises.

He gave you no time to adjust to his length but instead began railing you as if he was going to starve to death if he didn’t. His grip around your wrists tightened, even more so when you wriggled beneath him, unable to decide between meeting his thrusts by bucking your hips and moving away because the stimulation was almost too much to bear.

It was then you felt it. The invisible force on your clit, teasing, kneading, massaging, playing you like an instrument. Loki was using his seidr to work you up, fast. And while you desperately wanted to stop your arousal from growing to not give him the satisfaction of being able to drive you straight to orgasm, to not have him control your pleasure, your body longed for more, longed for him.

It took him another minute, his rhythmic thrusts deliciously controlled, almost hitting your cervix, and you were on the verge of falling off that relaxing cliff your cunt was craving so bad.

And just like that… the stimulation stopped and Loki angled himself in a way that would keep you on the edge but not quite get you there.

“Are you fucking serious, you arrogant… ahh…” His own grunts only fuelled your arousal, his heavy breathing sounding like music in your ears.

“Beg me,” he demanded hoarsely.

“Fuck… you!”

Loki chuckled. He let go of your wrists for a moment only to grab your thighs and haul your legs over his shoulders so your bottom was slightly elevated. His next thrust was so deep you screamed with pleasure.

And then that delicious treatment on your clit continued, working you up once more. Higher and higher, closer and closer… and then it disappeared again, just before you could jump. Loki continued this sweet torture all the while he kept fucking you senseless.

“You have no idea how long I have been craving to claim that sweet quim of yours, to have you beneath me, screaming my name.”

“I hate you!” The exclamation was half-hearted. Both he and you heard it. Because you didn’t. You were crazy for this man ever since you had met him at that damned ball all those years back.

Loki chuckled in response. “Oh no, you don’t…”

You were unsure for long he kept playing with your body as if it were an instrument. Was it minutes? Hours? All you knew was that Loki kept his promise. He didn’t let you cum all the while he kept filling you up until his seed was leaking out of you, staining both the bed and your inner thighs. His stamina was incredible, your whole body had turned into jelly at this point. Weak and almost in trance, you fought for your release until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“P-please… Loki… p-please let me cum. I… I can’t… it’s getting too much… please…” Swallowing your pride, you looked him deep in the eye, your anger almost doubling the more his mischievous grin grew.

Loki had lost his clothes by now. His naked chest was glistening with sweat, his raven hair sticking to his skin. He tilted his head, stilling inside of you for just a heartbeat.

“That is all I wished to hear, pet.”

You growled in response, moments before his seidr went back to work and he sped up his rhythm. Only this time… this time Loki didn’t stop until finally, you fell. Never before had you experienced such a strong climax. The build-up, the edging and the constant denial had turned you into a feisty animal. Screaming your heart out, you let the pleasure consume you, your orgasm electrifying you from the inside out. Again and again, you pulsed around him, demanding yet another release from Loki.

He came inside of you one last time, face buried in your neck and feasting on your sensitive skin. You whimpered when he bit your neck as if he wished to mark you and then, once your high had finally subsided, he collapsed on top of you and let go of your wrists. You kept them on the mattress none the less, too weakened to bring yourself to slap him for teasing you like that. If you did… he’d probably spank you there and then. Your poor pussy clenched yet again. Oh, fuck…

“So tell me… do you truly hate me?” he murmured smugly, his hot breath brushing against your ear.

“I’m still contemplating,” you shot back, closing your eyes. You guessed you could learn to tolerate him and give in to your feelings. But only if he fucked you like that again.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story! If you did, I would appreciate it so much if you supported me and my writing on Kofi!

I finally, OMG, released my first novel! You can find all info about it in the Linktree in my bio! <3

Now, time for some mulled wine!

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The Dusk Court: A Gateway Between Worlds.

There is so much mystery and intrigue surrounding the Dusk Court. Why did it vanish? Where did its people go? I've mulled over many different theories, but I always come back to how dusk (or nightfall) is described in Throne of Glass:

"Nightfall. That was when Maeve had told Erawan to meet. That liminal space between light and dark, when one force yielded to another. When she would open the portal for Dorian from rooms away."

Light and dark. Opening portals.

As such, I believe the Dusk Court was home to a Wyrdgate (portal) of immense power, where the people of Midgard and Prythian once crossed over into each other's worlds.

[Spoilers for ACOTAR and CC ahead].

Autumnal Equinox.

To explain this theory, I first need to break down some observations I have noted about the workings of the ACOTAR and Crescent City worlds.

The first involves the Autumnal Equinox, as mentioned in HOSAB. In a conversation between Hypaxia and Ruhn, it is noted that the Autumnal Equinox is when the "veil between the realms is thinnest."

"Hypaxia nodded sagely. “There is a ritual I could perform … It’d need to be on the Autumnal Equinox, though.” “When the veil between realms is thinnest,” Ruhn said."

We know this is true, as on the night of the Autumnal Equinox, Apollion visits Bryce in her dreams, and is able to physically touch her:

"This night, I might appear to you—as more than a vision.” He reached out a hand, and Bryce flinched as it touched her. Truly touched her, ice so cold it ached."

However, the Autumnal Equinox is also known as Death's Day. Note how it is described here (as it becomes important for a later part of this theory):

"On the Autumnal Equinox, we shall have our mating ceremony here in Lunathion.” A month away. The holiday known as Death’s Day was a lively one, despite its name: it was a day of balance between the light and dark, when the veil between the living and dead was thinnest."

The Autumnal Equinox/Death's Day is celebrated by people dressing up in costumes (such as Danika and Bryce dressing up as trash one year, lol). Because of this, one can assume that SJM is referencing Halloween.

[art by Emilia Mildner]

This is further corroborated in the Throne of Glass books, as Aelin notes that on Samhuinn, again, the "veil between the worlds [is] thinnest" (and this is when she interacts with Elena, the dead queen).

"Until the previous kingdom, the previous city, the packed streets full of revellers out to celebrate Samhuinn, to honor the gods when the veil between worlds was thinnest."

Samhuinn is in reference to Samhain; the Celtic version (and origins of) Halloween.

To summarise; in Midgard, Death's Day (or what we know as Halloween) occurs on the Autumnal Equinox. It is a day to honour the dead. It takes place on the one night of the year when the veil between the realms/worlds is thinnest.

Starfall.

In Prythian (and more specifically, the Night Court), we have Starfall; the one night of the year when the spirits of the deceased (which manifest as stars) make their yearly migration across the sky.

However, as many have already pointed out, there seems to be a connection between Starfall, and Midgard. This is because Rhys notes that the number of stars participating in Starfall is dwindling:

“Thousands,” he said. “They’ll keep coming until dawn. Or, I hope they will. There were less and less of them the last time I witnessed Starfall.”

This aligns with what we know of the Asteri, who, instead of letting the souls of the dead pass onto the next life (and presumably, participate in Starfall), will consume these souls for food.

[Art by Clarywhy]

However, Rhys mentions that no one knows why the stars choose this particular date to make their journey across the sky. But, I have a theory about this.

I actually believe that Starfall is happening at all times - every single night. Instead, the only reason that they can see the stars (spirits) on Starfall... is because on that particular date, the veil between the realms is the thinnest. This makes sense, as again - the stars are the spirits of the deceased; you shouldn't be able to see them.

Essentially, it's the Prythian version of Death's Day... a celebration of the deceased (which is exactly what Starfall is...).

But this is where it gets interesting; Starfall occurs on the Spring Equinox (or what is known as the 'vernal' equinox).

In Midgard, as we just discussed, Death's Day occurs on the Autumnal Equinox.

So, if there is only one single date per year when the veil between the worlds is thinnest... for Prythian, this is occurring on the Spring Equinox, and for Midgard, this is occurring on the Autumnal Equinox.

This suggests that Prythian and Midgard are... mirror worlds (which perhaps explains why Bryce was yanked across into Prythian, as opposed to being pulled down?). Or, at the very least, it suggests that these two worlds are operating as opposites to each other. It may also help to explain why SJM stated that there was 6 months between the ACOTAR timeline and the CC timeline.

The Dusk Court.

Towards the end of HOSAB, Rigelus states that the Starborn fae originated from an island of "near permanent twilight," that was "a few miles from the mainland."

“Not your kind of Fae, of course—your breed dwelled in a lovely, verdant land, rich with magic. If it’s of any interest to you, your Starborn bloodline specifically hailed from a small isle a few miles from the mainland. And while the mainland had all manner of climes, the isle existed in beautiful, near-permanent twilight."

This all but confirms that the Starborn fae originated from the Dusk Court, and that this was situated on the Prison Island (which is a few miles away from the mainland of Prythian). Rhys corroborates this by suggesting that the Prison Island once used to be an "eighth court."

"Rhys told me once that this island might have even been an eighth court.”

And, as even more proof, Nesta witnesses the marking of an eight-pointed star on the floor of the Prison; the symbol of the Starborn fae.

However, there is one other location that ties into the narrative around the Dusk Court - Avallen Island (in Midgard).

Avallen Island.

The Prison Island isn't the only place that is jam-packed with hints of the Starborn fae. Instead, Avallen Island, in Midgard, is too. For example:

Avallen Island was where Ruhn found the Starsword (where he was surrounded by the sarcophagi/statues of the "sleeping" Starborn Princes...)

The Avallen fae (or some of them) are said to be Starborn themselves (Cormac says he has Starborn blood, but "not enough to be worthy of the blade"). However, instead of starlight, their powers typically manifest as shadows.

With this in mind, it's also noteworthy that Bryce's star glows for Cormac (and we know that her star glows for those who are connected to Prythian).

Additionally, there are a number of stark similarities between Avallen Island and the Prison Island. Most prominently, both islands are enshrouded in the same mysterious mist, and both are guarded by ancient magic. For example:

Avallen Island:

"I want you in Avallen because it is a safehold. Even the Asteri cannot pierce its mists without permission, so old is the magic that guards it.”

Prison Island:

“When you’re in there,” Rhys said, the words barely audible over the wind and silver streams running down the mountainside, “you won’t be able to reach me.” “Why?” I rubbed my already-freezing hands together before puffing a hot breath into the cradle of my palms. “Wards and spells far older than Prythian,” was all Rhys said."

In sum, the similarities between Avallen Island and the Prison Island are so stark, that I believe they were once connected (and perhaps still are). There are two ways this could be possible:

A Wyrdgate or portal that once existed between the two worlds (joining the two islands together).

They are literally the same place.

Option 1: Wyrdgate or portal.

Towards the end of HOSAB, Rigelus tells us that the Dusk Court existed in a "near permanent twilight," but, that doesn't make much sense -- you can't alter the sun like that (which is why it’s not permanently night-time in the Night Court, or not always day-time in the Day Court, etc). So, what else could this be referring to?

I believe that the Dusk Court used to be the place where there was a Wyrdgate (or a portal) between the ACOTAR world (on the Prison Island) and the Crescent City world (on Avallen Island). They are two separate worlds, but the people on both islands merged and interacted due to the Wyrdgate (portal).

And, as I mentioned at the start of this post, there is evidence to suggest that the ACOTAR and CC worlds are mirrors of each other - or opposites. Thus:

If it's nighttime on Avallen Island, it would be daytime on the Prison island.

If it was dawn on Avallen Island, it would be dusk on the Prison Island.

As such, there is a continual contrast between the light and the dark between the two islands. And that is what dusk is; the merging of the light and the dark. This is what Rigelus is referring to.

Thus, I believe that Dusk Court -- as it existed 15,000 (+) years ago -- didn't just involve the Prison Island... but it encompassed Avallen Island too.

I believe this also explains the powers of the Starborn:

Shadow wielders lived on Avallen Island (and they are represented by Truth-Teller; a knife that glows with a dark, BLACK light).

Starlight wielders lived on the Prison Island (and they are represented by the Starsword, which glows with a bright, WHITE light).

Both make up the two halves of the Dusk Court.

However, although they were separate worlds, evidently, they interacted. Because of this, I believe Queen Theia (who possessed starlight) married/mated and had children with whoever was the King of Avallen (who likely possessed shadow powers). I believe this was High King Fionn, given that the ruler of Avallen is also referred to as "High King"... but that's a theory for another day.

Yet most importantly, this is why their children, such as Helena, were said to have skin that glowed with "starlight AND shadows."

“So does Helena’s,” Ruhn shot back, then recited, “Night-haired Helena, from whose golden skin poured starlight and shadows.”

Eventually however, it is presumed that something happened to the Starborn who lived on the Prison Island (and Nesta senses that they were stuck in stone, or perhaps sent in time somewhere using the Harp?).

"Fae screamed, pounding on stone that hadn’t been there a moment before, pleading for their children’s sakes, begging to be let out let out let out— Nesta had the sensation of falling, tumbling through air and stars and time— It was a trap, and our people were too blind to see it—"

This is likely why the shadow wielders (such as Cormac, Ruhn) still exist on Avallen... but the starlight wielders (such as Bryce) are much more rare.

In the present day, Bryce (a starlight wielder) possesses the Starsword, but resides in Midgard (the Avallen side of the Dusk Court).

In comparison, Azriel (a shadow wielder), possesses Truth-teller, but lives in Prythian (the Prison Island side of the Dusk Court).

Just in reference to their power, it's almost like they're both stuck on the wrong side?

Option 2: Avallen Island and the Prison Island are the exact same place.

In ACOSF, readers are given a hypothesis about how the multiverse works; that the worlds are stacked on top of each other, perhaps even SHARING THE SAME SPACE, but are then separated by time.

"Merrill’s brilliant. Horrible, but brilliant. When she first came here, she was obsessed with theories regarding the existence of different realms—different worlds. Living on top of each other without even knowing it. Whether there is merely one existence, our existence, or if it might be possible for worlds to overlap, occupying the same space but separated by time and a whole bunch of other things I can’t even begin to explain to you because I barely understand them myself.”

But, given the mists and and the "ancient magic" involved in both the Prison Island and Avallen Island... what if the worlds are not separated in this one specific location? So, those in Midgard know of Avallen Island... those in Prythian know of the Prison Island... but, they're the same exact place.

This might seem insane, but there are two points of evidence that make me think it's possible.

The Avallen fae live and dress in the same way as the Prythian fae.

The Avallen fae are said to follow the "old ways." They don't have phones, and don't watch TV. Just like Prythian.

Then when Bryce lands in Prythian and meets the Inner Circle, she notes that they're all dressed the same as the Avallen fae.

"This female was … Fae. Clad in beautiful, yet thoroughly old-fashioned clothes. Like the stuff they wore on Avallen."

This is really damn suspicious. And it leads me to my second point:

2. The Avallen fae have the power to "veil the physical world."

As demonstrated in this passage here:

"[...] power to summon shadows or mist that could not only veil the physical world, but the mind as well.“

The Prison Island looks empty and barren... but is it? What if instead, everything is veiled?

If we entertain the thought that the Prison Island and Avallen Island are one and the same... then what if this has been hidden from the Prythian fae...?

Most of us agree that the Dusk Court is going to play a huge role in upcoming books. However, at present, the Prison Island is barren land. To re-establish the Dusk Court, they'll need to rebuild an entire court from the ground up... which seems rather implausible, given the timeline.

But if the Dusk Court is instead veiled, that's a different story...

Plot-wise, this makes perfect sense for CC3.

From the Midgard POV, exploring Avallen seems like the next logical step. It is the only place that the Asteri cannot enter, so if Ruhn, Hunt and Baxian manage to escape the Asteri's dungeons, it would make sense that they go there.

From the Prythian POV, it seems logical that Bryce will be finding the answers to 'Dusk's Truth,' and will end up exploring the Prison Island.

Both POV's are about exploring the Dusk Court.

As someone who is of the opinion that SJM is going full multiverse (and that CC3 won't be the end of Bryce's adventures in Prythian), my guess is at the end of CC3, when Bryce is at the Prison Island, and Ruhn, Hunt, Baxian are at Avallen Island... someone, on one side (likely the Avallen side), will be stepping through that gate.

Bryce's role in all of this.

It has been my mission over the past few months to emphasise just how important Bryce is to Prythian - that her returning home to Midgard at the end of CC3 (to then just pass the torch onto another character for a supposed spin-off novel) makes no sense.

Instead, Bryce has Queen Theia's exact starlight (to the point where I am pretty sure she is some sort of reincarnation). She is the heir to the Starborn fae, whose true home is the Dusk Court in Prythian (even her scent is of dusk!) And most of all, the star on her chest is a beacon for Prythian; she quite literally glows for the ACOTAR world.

Additionally, given how the Avallen fae tie into this narrative too, it's also worth mentioning that Bryce has been repeatedly foreshadowed to be the High Queen of Avallen.

"Cormac cut in, “One day, she’ll be Queen of Avallen. She’d be a fool to throw it away on a bastard angel.”

"Jesiba said, “I suppose I should consider it an honor, to be called a friend by the Starborn Princess daughter of the Autumn King.” A slight pause, and Bryce knew what was coming next. “And the future Queen of Avallen.”

In fact, Cormac's final words to Bryce were about leading their people forward.

But after today …” Cormac’s words grew heavy. Weary. “I think the choice about whether to lead our people forward will be up to you.”

Which, sounds an awful lot like the ancient fae prophecy connected to all of this:

"When knife and sword are reunited, so shall our people be."

[Art by wavyhues]

And, if Bryce is destined to become High Queen of Avallen, as well as High Lady of the Dusk Court... isn't it fitting that she possesses the Horn, which grants her the ability to enter other worlds?

The Queen who walked between worlds...

#sjm multiverse #acotar #crescent city #sjm theory #acotar theory #sjm crossover #bryce quinlan #azriel acotar #azriel #hofas #hunt athalar

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 29 days

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Happy Easter

I hope you have an amazing day!

I had this thought and I want to share it with you.

Imagine Bucky and you celebrating Easter with your little daughter. Bucky wants everything to be perfect and helps you to hide everything in your small garden. After your daughter wakes up you go to the garden and she takes Bucky's hand and you watch how they search for all the things you hid. She is so excited which makes Bucky and you very happy. 💗

Easter » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Ellie

Summary: Bucky makes sure everything is perfect for Easter for his 4 year old daughter.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, use of nicknames/pet names

A/N: @lives-in-midgard I love everything about this and I’m going to write it as a little Drabble🥰 also Happy Easter and I hope you have an amazing day too!🩵🩷

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Baby, everything is going to be perfect for our little girl, tomorrow.” You say with a smile.

“That’s the goal, doll.” Bucky smiles. “I hope she’ll love it.” He says.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked in his beautiful blue eyes.

“She will love it cause her daddy put all of his love into making sure it’s perfect for her.” You tell him.

Bucky smiles widely and kissed you sweetly. You hid the last few items with Bucky’s help before going to bed. The next morning, you and Bucky were woken up by yours and Bucky’s 4 year old daughter Ellie jumping up and down on the bed with excitement.

“Mommy! Daddy! It’s Easter!” Ellie says loudly.

You and Bucky smiled at your daughter’s excitement. Bucky grabbed her gently and gave her a bunch of kisses, making her giggle.

“Are you excited to see what me and mommy set up for you?” Bucky asks her.

“Yes! Let’s go!” She says, tugging on Bucky’s metal arm.

Ellie practically drug Bucky out of bed and went outside to the garden. You followed behind them. You watched from the porch as Ellie and Bucky went to the garden. Alpine jumped up on the railing and watched with you.

“Happy Easter, sweet girl.” You cooed, gently scratching behind her ear making her purr.

Ellie occasionally waved at you as she looked for eggs in the garden. You happily waved back. After a while, Ellie found all the little eggs you and Bucky hid the night before.

“Mommy, look what I found in the garden!” Ellie says, running up to you and showed you what’s in her Easter basket.

“That’s amazing, sweetie!” You say, smiling widely.

“I think the Easter bunny left you something in the living room.” Bucky tells her.

Ellie gasps with excitement and ran inside of the house with Alpine following her. You and Bucky walked in the living room at the same time she squealed excitedly. There was a basket with a white stuffed bunny and her favorite candy in it on the coffee table. She ran back to the two of you and hugs your legs.

“I wuv you, daddy! I wuv you, mommy!” Ellie says, smiling up at you and Bucky.

“We love you too, sweetheart.” You and Bucky say in unison, smiling down at your baby girl.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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Hard to Get

Promp: He longed for her and was going to find her if it was the last thing he was going to do.

Requester: @catwoman8565

Rating: R *Warning dark*

Loki's POV

The pain in my fingertips remind me I need to ease up clutching Asgard’s balcony as I gaze down at the festivities. It is of nothing new, nor of real importance. It’s a celebration gathering that happens nearly every night after a successful kill or battle than most likely was easily accomplished but most people snag an easy excuse to drink. Not me, there were more important matters to focus on..

Finding her.

My eyes raise and fall closed slowly at the mere thought of her and I could almost smell her perfume. If she were kidnapped, it would have made it all the more easier to locate her and much fun bringing an end to those who thought they could take what is mine.. but she seemed to have fled on her over volition.

I know she is merely in denial of her own feelings towards me, most women tend to play hard to get, in Midgardian terms. I’m fully aware that she misses her home there, but what better place to live than the one you are suppose to be with?

PAST

“you cant just send spies! I can handle myself-‘’

‘’darling.’’ I cut her off, knowing she was going to bring up the fact that she used to be an Avenger- a name that leaves distaste in my mouth as I gaze down before her. Her shorter height was an advantage to take things in control when I speak but often it feels like I was speaking to a child as she looked up at me with stubborn eyes.

‘’you are new to this realm, you could get hurt or lost or worse.. they are there to protect you, given the same duties as they would protecting the royals.’’ I indicate myself as she looks away from me, clutching the balcony’s edge as I look at her while her back faces me. I would admit that my eyes took the chance to travel down but I focus my words on the conversation at hand as I clear my throat. ‘’I don’t like being under protection either, but I serve an important part to Asgard. Some things we just have to accept-‘’

She turned around as her fingers clutched her dress at her sides, not knowing fully what to do with her dainty hands as she took a deep breath to calm herself. Her attitude makes me stiffen as I stay quiet. For now.

‘’I’ve been on Asgard for a month! I have memorized the palace and know the borders of the city, the creatures that would hurt me and the curfew you apparently set up for me to be back in our room.’’ Sarcasm hinted in her voice as she stiffened as well, glancing behind me at the curtains that moved with the gentle breeze of this night in Asgard. ‘’I can take care of myself and the fact that you want me watched, back at a certain time and to report my actions of the day every day is highly unnecessary..’’

At this point I have already made my way over to her while she spoke, her words fading off as her hands grip the balcony edge behind her while I stop just before our shoes could touch. Why couldn’t she understand that I am only trying to protect her.. my hand raises slowly, caressing her cheek but to my dismay, she didn’t return my affections through her eyes.. as if I were touching stone.

‘’I’m doing this for your own good Y/N, you’ve put yourself through danger countless times on Midgard- and you’ve only been here a month, how can I believe you’ll be safer in a place you’ve been in a short amount of time compared to the dangerous place you call home?’’ my words seemed to sting, but it was true.. but her moving her head away from my hand made my body tense.

‘’then why don’t you return me home?’’ she snaps. ‘’if I’m safer in a place I’ve been in longer compared to here, then why did you bring me here if all you’re going to do is fuss over my safety all the time??”

My eyes sharpen at her tone. She could be so ungrateful at times.. but her fire is what I first noticed about her, and I felt myself growing hard even by her words towards me as I shift in place. Yet by my silence, she looks at me and understand,.. understands the fact I’ve been trying to avoid verbally for a long time.

‘’you’re not letting me go back.. are you?’’ she asks in disbelief, her voice just above a whisper as I take a deep breath as my hand raises to caress her cheek once more.

‘’this is your home now Y/N, where we can be together forever.. they won’t let me go back, it’s the only logical explanation as to bring you back here-‘’

‘’and those spies and strict regulations.. aren’t just to keep me safe but to prevent me from.. going home?’’ she whispered and I see her body beginning to tense, her finger tips gripping the edge as her back digs into it but I stand my ground as I cup her cheeks.

‘’for your safety-‘’

‘’its not just about that! I’m basically a prisoner here! you can’t just- force someone to stay, I made the choice to come here but with the option to go back and forth- my family! Friends-‘’she was raging now, I’m not exactly sure why but as she shoved my hands away from her, my jaw tightened.

‘’you were taken for granted, brushed aside, people didn’t see your true worth or appreciate you fully over there love. Here you are loved, appreciated, trusted-‘’

‘’trusted?’’ she scoffed and shoved me, though I take a step back I stare at her in honest disbelief. ‘’you claim to trust me but send spies day in and out? Trust comes with love!’’ she shouted and shoves past me as I turn to watch her walk back into the bedroom. Our bedroom.

My heart was beating fast, my muscles tense and a rage rang in my ears as I followed her, my cape giving a little bit of weight behind me as it flowed but I had no issue keeping up with her as she went through her wardrobe.

‘’what are you doing?’’ I ask, irritation failing to hide itself in my voice as I join her side. She doesn’t even give me the light of day as she pulls out her night cloak.

‘’I need some air.’’

‘’we have the balcony.’’

‘’I need some time alone.’’

My words fell silent. I would have suggested I could take some time in my study just a room away to let her have her time.. but I had a terrible feeling she would be gone longer than I would be comfortable with.. especially when I have another issue at hard as I feel strain in my pants and as I push down my irritation towards this whole conversation, she seems to be more and more beautiful by the minute as she bends down in front of me and change her shoes, her perfect ass that stayed hidden by her silky dress almost teasing me as she turns for better balance and her cleavage was next to be shown. I swallowed thickly, the tips of my fingers tingling before I couldn’t help myself-

It all happened so fast..

The struggle.. the way she bounced on the bed as I pushed her back.. the heat of her underneath me as I lay on top.. her silky skin brushing against mine everywhere it could as I hike up her dress.. my lips on her neck and jawline as her head shook from side to side, her soft hair brushing against my face and her perfume consuming my nostrils.. her words.. I couldn’t hear them.. not a single word.. not while she was so tight around me.. milking my cock as I plunge in and out of her.. she was so beautiful.. so beautiful.. all mine..

By the time I had woken up that morning, she was gone. Gone and without a word or sign of her whereabouts.. I had servants and soldiers searching every day, everywhere, I even had to reveal some of my secret exits out of Asgard just to be sure of her whereabouts.. but as each day passed, the answer was the same.

She was gone.

PRESENT

It was getting close to being an entire week without her and the more I thought, the more I panicked.

‘stay in control’ I told myself, although I knew there was gossip throughout the palace over the whole thing. I had to find her.. I needed too.. my whole world seemed to have shattered and there didn’t seem to be a single thing that mattered anymore except to find her.

I have thought about the fact that perhaps.. if not dead, she had ventured back to Midgard, but even Heimdal brought himself to tell me that he didn’t open the Bifrost within the past week and a half, and do to her disappearance and timing, I believed him.

My lust made me blind, which is why the last night we had together.. my body seemed to take over.. I needed more.. the very thought of her made me calm myself before I took a deep breath and left the balcony finally. Even after al this time, her clothes were just where they were left.. pieces scattered on the bed and floor but I dare not touch them. I would soon smell her wardrobe than cradle the last memories at where she lay last, although I still resume my place at night on the other side of the bed.

I made my way down the halls, my mind visiting the memories we shared from each place I passed. the garden.. the halls in which I loved to chase her.. the dining hall where I took her once when we actually had a meal to ourselves.. the library.. I smiled at the memory how I loved to try to make her squirm and moan in a place in which needed to remain quiet.

I’m hard again. By norms what does she do to me..

I finally reach the cell room, straightening my posture in which that alone had the guards bow and open the doors for me. My shoes echo in a mild pace as I keep my head high, my peripherals taking note of new prisoners and old, each either shying away or cussing in another language, but I ignore the scum. They brought it upon themselves to end up here, it was for the best..

My shoes stop at the last cell, very few guards scattered at each corner but each not daring to stop me. Royals had that privilege and although I’ve done particular things on Midgard that had me returned here permanently, my position in the palace did not change.

With the press of my hand, the shield door vanished enough for me to step inside before it fell back up. Perfume immediately filled my lungs as my body shuddered with pleasure while I stepped slowly to the prisoner who immediately stood to back themselves up to the wall.

‘’shy little thing, how long must it be before you are finally admitting that you love me still?’’ I cooed, hoping my voice would ease things a bit as I take up the remaining space between us to raise my hand and caress the soft cheek that remained like stone.

‘’oh my dearest Y/N.. I’ve searched for your old self every day out there.. but the parts that I did manage to receive still hate me right here..’’ I smile practically to myself as she gripped the sides of her dress, perhaps to prevent herself from striking me like she had once before and her mouth remained close. Perhaps she is finally realizing how her words of negativity won’t help her situation here..

‘’every place I visit, I am reminded of you.. the fond memories and how I long to have them physically put back in a person again.. you..’’ I reminisce as I cup both her cheeks now, feeling her shiver but I just tell myself perhaps she is cold; ill have to bring her more blankets..

‘’perhaps if you’re behavior continues to improve, we can see about having things back to the way they used to be..’’

Theres that look, the hope in her eyes I loved so much that shows me she’s almost ready to be good again.. I tilt her head down and bring my lips to kiss her forehead, my cock straining again as I bring her close into me, folding her as my arms fold around her. She hugs back but not nearly as tightly as she used to grip me.. I’ll have to bring a bit more food then to help regain her strength..

‘’you’re still not missing Midgard darling?’’ I ask, pulling away just enough to see her slowly shake her head, making me smile.

Progress..

‘’I’m glad love, Asgard has always been your home, with me..’’ I whisper, having turned our bodies around before I suddenly shove her away, earning a small gasp from her beautiful lips before she falls back onto the bed behind her, my knee already on the mattress as I begin to crawl towards her frame.

‘’and I will continue to make sure you don’t forget that..’’

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The Ghost of Christmas Future – Loki

Part 3 of my Christmas series! A big thank you to @writingliv for writing this with me, I love working with you! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Loki is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Future and he shows the god something that forces him to find his way back to his past lover.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), some angst, mentions death

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader (2.2k words)

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An almost grim expression tugged on the god’s features, fuelled by the annoyance he felt, by the uneasiness radiating off him. Loki paced his quarters, eyes trying to focus on his book, desperate to distract himself from his mother’s Yule preparations. If there was one thing he detested, it was these celebrations, festive days reminding him of people and stories he needed to forget.

The mere thought of being dragged down memory lane by his heavy heart and his aching mind left the god of mischief groaning, he was better than that, he was better than all these pathetic humans that gave into their emotions. With an angry growl rumbling through him, the book Loki had been holding was tossed to his bed, slender fingers combing through his black hair.

This is why he had let her go. This is why he had pushed her away. This is why he needed to get away from her and the pitiful excuse of a life she lived.

Her. The one his heart had been rather fond of, the woman who had managed to lure the god into her trap. It had been easy, too easy, but who was he to deny a challenge. Loki would always win, no matter the game, no matter the rules – at least that’s what he had always believed, till (y/n) had stumbled into his life.

She had managed to bewitch him within seconds, pulling the man into her grasp before either one of them could understand what was happening. It had happened years ago, years where he had snuck away from Asgard with one of his many tricks, finding joy in the simplicity of Midgard. It had been his own fault, he should have stayed away from there, should have listened to the warnings, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and then suddenly it had been too late.

Loki could still feel her pressed against his body, he could still hear her soft voice murmuring his name, calling him back to bed. Memories he needed to get rid of, fast. He was better than that. He was stronger than that. He was smarter than that. He hadn’t been born to live a simple life, he was a god, made for more.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he found himself giving into these memories, lingering on the thoughts that painted her features, allowing him to pick up on the sound of her loud laughter, allowing him to feel her soft skin beneath his cold fingertips. It was torture, pure torture, and yet the feeling had a bittersweet touch to it. An almost addictive pain.

He plopped down on his bed, eyes focused on the expensive looking ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of his memories, a useless try that only pulled him further down the rabbit hole. His teeth grazed his lower lip, about to draw blood, about to sink into the flesh she had kissed many moons ago.

Before he could try to sleep away his memories, wanting to dream of a better life, of an exciting future, he heard his name being called, eyes snapping open. His heart was pounding, beating against his ribcage as he looked at the unfamiliar being standing near his bed.

Loki had seen many ominous creatures in his life, but none looked like this. The spirit seemed to levitate above the ground, only its cloak gracing the marble floor. No face was visible as a grey hood loomed a shadow over any possible features, emanating a freezing chill that ran down the god’s back.

Loki shot up, his hand immediately searching the knife he kept by his bed. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” He asked, ignoring the way his breath had suddenly condensed in front of his lips.

“Silly prince, who am I, you ask?” The voice spoke, letting neither its gender nor species be revealed.

“How dare y-” Loki sneered at the creature until it approached him, forcing him to hold his breath.

“I do not have the time for your scandals, prince. I am here to show you something. Follow me,” the creature turned, hitting Loki with its cloak that felt just like a thicker blow of air. It didn’t turn around to check if the god was following; instead, it walked out of the room and sped its pace. Loki had barely the time to react, following the creature as quickly as it could.

“Where are we going?” The god asked, short of breath as they made their way out of the castle. The halls were empty, it seemed like everyone had disappeared from existence. The ghost did not answer. Instead, it switched directions, almost causing Loki to trip.

“Where are we going? I demand to know,” Loki doubled down as he regained his balance, jogging to catch up the lost distance.

The ghost suddenly stopped, turning back to the god for a glance before looking forward again, nothing more than the deep dark forest standing in front of them. “We are late. A funeral.”

“Wh-” Loki tried to ask, confused. Funeral? Whose funeral? He didn’t know anyone that had died recently. His question, however, died in his throat as fog covered the previously dark forest, acting as a canvas where an image started to form.

Flowers, dozens upon dozens of vases and bouquets filled to the brim with tulips. Midgardian flowers. Loki frowned. His stomach turned. What? He continued to watch the image develop right before his eyes as rows of people filled a snowy cemetery. Cries and moans filled the empty winter air suddenly, far too familiar yet strange for him to point out.

“Why are you showing me this?” He finally broke the silence, his voice cracking under the pressure in his chest.

“How long do midgardians tend to live, prince?” The voice replied, still staring at the image upon them.

“A century? I-” Loki’s head felt as if it was spinning, every Midgardian he had ever met running through his mind. A thought tried to form, but he suppressed it. No. She was maybe thirty by now. She couldn’t-

“If they are healthy. If nothing happens,” The voice doubled down in a dreamy tone. His thoughts were seemingly elsewhere. “Weren’t you the one that loved to underscore their fragility?”

“I-” Loki tried to speak, but his lungs burned, his eyes trying their best to focus on the details of the image upon him, ignoring the sobbing cries.

“Wasn’t she particularly careless?” The ghost finally spoke, and Loki felt his knees buckle. no.

It couldn’t be. He would have found out. He would have known. They would have told him… but how? How? If he had left without telling anyone, simply kissing her on the forehead like he had done every other morning and walking out, never to be seen again? Why would they tell him even if they could? He had done nothing but hurt her.

No.

Loki shook his head.

„You’re lying to me, why are you doing this? Who are you?” One question after another rolled off Loki’s tongue, filling the silence he found himself engulfed by. But the ghost didn’t reply, he kept watching the scene in front of them play out.

Loki had to stop himself from vomiting, unable to stop the bile from rising up in his throat. This had been his wrong doing, his selfishness that had lured him away from her, her, the one his head had grown fond of.

There wasn’t a day where he didn’t think of her, of (y/n), the love he hadn’t got to feel in many moons. The dark voice inside his head had promised him that he was destined for more, made for something by far bigger than what she could offer.

How wrong he had been. How foolish he had been.

“I understand, I do. But please, take me away from here.” The ghost turned back towards Loki, staring him down for a few seconds, watching the tears roll down his cheeks, before the scene finally vanished. Loki’s head was spinning, eyes struggling to focus on something as the ghost kept speaking.

“It’s on you to decide, but remember, the time she has is limited, don’t let any more of it go to waste.” And with one last exhale, the ghost was gone, leaving Loki trapped in nothing but an uncomfortable darkness flooding through his room.

……

„Loki? What am I doing here? Where am I?“ A relieved sigh left Loki as he stared down at her, taking in the features he had last seen in one of his nightmares. His heart was still aching, racing in his chest at the mere thought of ever losing her to Death’s cold grasp.

“You’re in Asgard, I had to see you.” She had been forcefully awoken from her dream, unable to pierce together what was happening as she was dragged away from her home. And yet she hadn’t protested, not speaking up as a wave of familiar comfortableness had flushed through her.

“You kidnap me, because you have to see me? Is that all?” (Y/n) had always been good at seeing through his lies, eyes not letting go of his as she slowly reached out to cup his cheek. Sparks shot down Loki’s back at the familiar touch, oh how he had secretly longed to feel her close once again.

“You were dead, I saw it, saw your dead body.” Confusion tugged on her features, not understanding what the god was speaking. He shook his head to try and get rid of the pictures flushing through his mind once again. “It was in the future, far from now, and yet I couldn’t stand myself for letting you go. I needed to see you, prove myself that you’re still alive.”

“Oh, Loki.” He dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers. No longer did he want to share any meaningless words, no, he wanted to feel her close, wanted to touch the body he had once known like the back of his hand. The kiss was fuelled by their still burning love, tying the two closer together as he pushed her against his best, crawling on top of (y/n).

He could hear her heart racing, could feel her gasps leaving her. Sounds that left him grinning in mischief. His hands started wandering, long fingers that knew their way down to her heat, the place where she ached for him. The moment had something almost unreal to it, like a dream, a faded memory, Loki couldn’t help but wonder if yet another ghost was playing a trick on him, but her sounds were too strong, too honest.

“I damned you for a long time, cursed your name. But yet my body has never not been yours, forever connected with you.” Another kiss was pressed against her lips as his fingers disappeared inside her sweats, teasing the thin fabric of her panties. She has soaked through the fabric, dripping for him, him only.

Within seconds he had her undressed, fabrics finding their way to the ground as he let go of her. Their eyes held contact, allowing her to watch him settle between her thighs, lips kissing their way to her cunt. Soft moans left her, one hand finding his locks as the other tightened its grip on the blanket she was laying on.

“My pretty flower, I missed your taste, I missed your sweet sounds, oh how I missed you.” His tongue brushed through her folds, moaning at her taste as (y/n) arched her back off the mattress. Loki ate her out like a starving man, feasting from her with groans clawing through the two in unison.

For months they had dreamt of moments like this, never willingly admitting to it, even though they were caught by them, unable to escape. His arms found their way around her thighs, keeping her close as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, thumb circling her pulsing bundle.

She was a shuddering mess, made for the God’s eyes, for his hands, and his tongue. She was his, in all her glory. And deep down Loki couldn’t help but promise to her, and to himself, that she’d never leave his side again.

His name rolled off her tongue, like a dark secret spoken in the depth of the night, like a prayer made to save her damned soul. A sound that left Loki groaning in satisfaction, adding more speed to the movements of his tongue and fingers. She was close, he could tell, and all he was focused on was making her cum on his tongue.

(Y/n) tightened her grip on his locks, eyes squeezed shut to give into the quiet call of her name. She came with a loud gasp, head thrown back, teeth buried in her lower lip. Loki watched her unfold, kept fucking her with his tongue through her high, before he slowly let go of her.

The god crawled up her body, lips meeting hers to allow (y/n) to taste herself before he plopped down next to her, pulling her into his chest. And with another kiss pressed to her forehead he tightened his grip on her, promising to hold her close till the end of her time.

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mymelodymia · 1 month

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hi, hi and happy new year 💖✨ may I request thor x daughter reader where she was blipped and they celebrate her first birthday after she comes back and they're all emotional and everything? maybe 17 or 18 yrs, whatever you want and if you want!!!

Finally back to celebrate // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: you and your father celebrate your birthday for the first time after thanos.

Warnings: korg spying, meik, thor and y/n crying, meik being clumsy

Age: 17 turning 18

Area/place: thors cabin on midgard.

A/N: sorry for all the inactivity recently 😅 and happy new year to you too sweet baby ^^

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your eyelids fluttered open as your father, thor, gently stroked a piece of your hair out of your face. He had a smile on his face as you awoke. You stretched with a yawn. You decided You didn't want to wake up just yet and curled back up again.

"Y/n! Come on, get up! Dont you know what day it is?!" Thor bellows as he smacks you with a pillow. He shakes you to try and get you up.

"Daaad! Stop it...." you groaned. Thor realized there was only one way to really get you up. He poked your stomach and you jumped up.

"Youre really testing me right now y/n..." thor chuckles. "Lets go, wake up now, sweetheart." Thor spoke to you in a soft gentle tone. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. stroking your hair, thor placed a small kiss to your forehead.

You finally stood up, your bed sheets getting caught on your foot. You nearly fell to the floor, but to your luck, thor caught you.

"Careful there, little one. Dont wanna leave this world the same day you came into it, do you?"

You only giggled a bit at his silly words. You pushed open your bedroom door and walked into the living room.

You jumped back at a sudden noise and something hitting you. It hit your arm and the impact would most likely leave a bruise

"Meik! I told you not to point it at people!" Thor hissed at the alien, who had just accidentally popped a confetti popper at you. Valkyrie laughed loudly at this before thor gave her a look, then turned his attention right back to you

"are you okay, angel?"

"Yeah im fine." Your jaw hit the floor when you turned back to the living room, completely decorated. A large 'happy birthday y/n!' Banner hung over two doors, covering the whole wall, korg and val with party horns in their mouths, and streamers everywhere.

"Ta-da!" Korg mumbles with the party horn still in his mouth.

You smiled widely as you saw the scene in front of you. Thor smiles down at you as you are completely lost for words. Though it wasn't much, it was still enough to make this your best birthday yet.

"Korg, val, can you go check if the kitchen is clean?" Thor asks and winks, they were really gonna bring out a cake for you.

"Oh sure!" Korg responds with a obvious wink as well. Korg, meik, and val all run off to the kitchen to prepare it for the birthday girl.

Thor sits down on a couch, his hand gripping yours tightly. He sits you down next to him, he pulls you to him and holds you to his chest. His hands around your waist.

You rested your head against him, smiling widely. "Thank you, daddy. Youre the best. I love you" you speak, looking up at thor from his chest.

Thor gently rubs his hand over your hair. "I love you too, angel." He says before he places a kiss to your forehead. "This reminds me of when you were young. With you snuggled up me like this" thor says with a smile, despite feeling his eyes swell with wet tears

You look up at him with a look of concern, noticing his tears and pulling away. "Daddy? Whats wrong?"

Thor chews at his bottom lip as you ask this innocent little question, feeling more tears arise. "I just missed you, princess...i-i haven't seen you in so long its just....hurts"

"Oh, dad..." you mumble before pulling him close to you.

He let the tears fall and buried himself within your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He sniffled before pulling away and cupping your cheek

"I missed you so much, baby..."

"I missed you too...i guess" you joke, thor chuckled tearfully at this, before he pulled you back close to him.

You both sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of meik shuffling around to actually clean with Val ordering him around telling him what to clean up. while korg does something with the cake, most likely adding candles.

None were trusted with lighters obviously, so thor would do that part.

Thor rocked the two of you back and forth slowly. He kisses the top of your head, then your temple, then your forehead, then your cheek.

He continues to smother you in a few more kisses before relaxing once more

"You guys are so adorable" said korg, smiling and leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, spying on you both

Thor gave korg a look that could best be described as "dont interrupt us"

Korg waved in the direction of the kitchen. Thor helped you stand up by taking your hand in his, as if you were royalty, which you are

You saw a mostly white cake with accents of your favorite color. Gold cursive lettering of the words

"happy 18th birthday y/n!!"

18 candles surrounded the words. Thor lit them carefully with a black lighter. You couldn't stop smiling when they started singing happy birthday

Everyone called you something else, which made you giggle

Thor called you angel, korg called you bestie, val called you y/n/n, and meik just mumbled in alien.

"Make a wish, baby" thor says to you, leaning on the edge of the counter. You happily blew out the candles out and everybody clapped

"This means you can have your first drink!" Thor shouts with a laugh

You giggled at his mistake. "Thats 21 dad"

"And?"

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A/N: hi babies, sorry for how long my break has been <3 don't kill me lol

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hereforreadandwrite · 4 months

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Chapter One

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You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

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Bucky dating reader who has anxiety:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Request: Bucky with an anxious reader? my anxiety is acting up today and i’m just wondering what bucky would be like with a reader who has anxiety [See request here]

Y/N: Thank you for sending this! I hope you like it!

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Bucky is very protective and would always try to be there for reader as best as he can.

He notices immediately when you're feeling anxious.

Bucky is comforting you with hugs and cuddles.

Bucky would hold your hand when you get nervous.

When your leg starts bouncing, he would place his hand on your leg.

At a party Bucky sneakes away with you to get some fresh air.

You like to go for walks with Bucky, read something together, listen to music or watch your favorite show for comfort.

Bucky had the idea to mediate together because it helps him when he needs to relax and he thought that it could also help you.

Doing these things with you also helps Bucky a lot, especially because he also gets anxiety or feels down because of his past.

When you have trouble sleeping Bucky is there for you.

Bucky once surprised you with a stuffed White Wolf, so that when he is away you can cuddle with it.

When your anxiety gets worse and Bucky is not there with you, you text him.

Then Bucky calls you and hearing his voice always makes you feel better.

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Adventures on a Foreign Planet | Chapter 1

Summary: After narrowly escaping Thanos, Loki is given a chance for a new life. The Avengers allow Loki to live in New Asgard with his brother, Thor. However, The Avengers are not quick to put their trust into Loki. SHIELD Director Nick Fury recruits an Agent who was once said to be one of the most promising SHIELD Agents, to follow Loki and ensure that he has no plans to harm Earth. Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader A/N: Hello! This is a new series I've been working on and I'm excited to finally be publishing it. This is just the first chapter, so I hope you stick around to see the full story. [ Masterlist | AO3 ]

Every Asgardian knew the stories of the land that was now supposed to be their home. Many celebrations that were full of food and wine also included the Allfather Odin reminding them of the battle in a small village on Midgard called Tønsberg. The audience would shiver, their shoulders tense as Odin described the land being frozen over by the Frost Giants and their malicious leader, King Laufey; the monsters with blood red eyes and physiques that tower over Asgardians.

The story was always told the same way, with Odin leading the Asgardian army into battle without fear. The War eventually ended in the Frost Giants own realm Jotunheim. But the Midgardian village that eventually grew into a city was still remembered as years later, Odin would ask for the Asgardian worshippers to protect the Tesseract.

At the end of the story, Odin would yell “Asgard will always prevail,” and the crowds would cheer as loud as they could and some would chant the phrase before filling their drinks once more.

Now, their home that they had for centuries was gone. The prophesized apocalypse, Ragnarok, had happened. The Asgardians had needed refuge and their new King Valkyrie, with the advice from the formerly Crown Prince Thor, decided the city from their stories could be their new home. The Asgardians knew there would be no grand celebrations for a long time.

However, most Asgardians were simply grateful to have a chance to continue their lives. Hela’s takeover of Asgard caused many lives to be lost. But their challenges were not over yet, as Thanos had come for the Tesseract.

Thanos originally went for another infinity stone on a planet called Xander. But decided against it as rumors his daughters Gamora and Nebula knew of his plans stopped him. Little did he know that his daughters and their friends knew of his new plan to go after the Tesseract. The Guardians of the Galaxy, as they referred to themselves as, followed him. With the help of the Nova Corp and some Ravagers, they were able to fight Thanos. The new legend says Nebula performed the final attack, killing The Mad Titan.

Not every Asgardian survived the Thanos attack. Most were able to escape quickly in a smaller ship with Valkyrie and Korg. Some decided to stay behind and fight. To ensure Asgard had a future.

Everyday since the Asgardians arrived on Midgard three months ago and renamed the city of Tønsberg to New Asgard, the younger prince of Asgard wondered if it would be the day he was sent to a different realm or was executed.

Loki's last visit to Midgard resulted in a strange wizard putting him in a strange portal where he fell for thirty minutes while Thor was told to take Loki from Earth. Thor easily agreed that his brother was a threat to Earth. The Battle of New York was far from forgotten.

But, now Thor was telling anyone who would listen that Loki had changed and was a hero for the Asgardians. The Avengers did not trust this supposed change of heart and decided to lock up Loki in the Avengers Compound until they decided what they would do with him. Loki did not put up a fight. What was the point?

Thor attempted to make his brother's living situation as comfortable as possible, requesting that he was not put in a cell but rather an apartment like the ones the other Avengers lived in; Tony Stark's AI FRIDAY, ensuring tight security.

During the months living in the compound, Loki was questioned on a regular basis, mostly by the Avengers but occasionally by military and government officials. But ultimately, everyone agreed that it was up to the Avengers to make the final decision.

“Why are you here Loki? Planning another massacre in an attempt to be some King? I wanna know what tricks you got up your sleeve this time cause the mind stuff was really impressive but you don’t seem like the person to enjoy repeating tricks?” asked Clint Barton, a man Loki remembers well. He was always one of the harshest interviewers and for understandable reasons.

The two men are sitting across from each other at a table in Loki’s temporary apartment. Unlike the others, Loki has not been able to add any personal touches. The walls are plain and all the tabletops bare.

“I do not plan on conquering. My return to your planet is simply because it is where my brother and our people are,” Loki responds. He sounded casual and almost bored, as if this was a phrase he repeated many times.

Most of his life, Asgard gave him no attention except when he was causing tricks on them. Why would they when they could instead idolize Thor, the golden prince. Now he is constantly trying to convince others that he is a part of Asgard. That he is wanted by the Asgardians. Loki knew it was a lie, but the silvertongue always knew how to lie.

“Your people? The people who did not want you to become their king so you decided it would be fun to destroy Earth,” Clint almost laughs.

“Fun is not how I would describe my past experience here.”

The dark haired God never once broke eye contact with Clint as he said “There is much you don’t know about how that attack came to be. I was not the main person who lost that day.”

Clint leaned back in his chair, sighing. The details given by Loki about his side of the Battle of New York always felt incomplete. He needed to hold back. The truth of those events and what he experienced because of that Mad Titan is something the Avengers didn’t need to know about.

Knowing it was a lost cause, Clint decided to move on.

“New Asgard is starting to settle down. People are getting used to the situation, more homes are being built. They are starting work and the children are taking lessons again,” Clint offers.

“So I’ve heard.”

“You helped Asgardians escape Ragnarok, " he leaned against the table, "You think you could create a new life?”

Loki only nodded.

Mission Assignment Update: Report to Nick Fury at Base 018

You groan as you put your phone back on the nightstand. It was only 6am, but of course the bastard Fury didn’t care that you only got to your apartment past midnight after finishing your latest mission.

It wasn’t an exciting one. There was a rumor that a “dangerous group” in New Jersey was developing technology that could hack anyone including Tony Stark himself.

And of course like always it was nothing. Just a group of grad students who got pretentious about some of the programs were developing and exaggerated the truth to some of their friends.

Yet, SHIELD still never wanted to take any risks so you were the ever so lucky agent that had to investigate then write a riveting report about how it was nothing.

The notification didn’t include a meeting time, meaning that Fury wants you to be there as soon as possible and no matter what time you arrive, he will complain about you being late.

Your eyelids still feel heavy as you will yourself to get out of bed. As you slowly gain consciousness you wonder why you even have to go to Fury for your mission assignment. Most of the time you are messaged the directions of the missions and complete it all on your own.

Eventually you manage to get dressed and run out of your apartment to head to the SHIELD base. It wasn’t a very big one, though most of the facilities weren’t anymore. SHIELD didn’t have much now after the Hydra infiltration. Many resources were gone and so were many agents.

This base was hidden in plain sight. It was just another skyscraper in New York full of many businesses that each rented a couple floors. As far as the other workers in the building knew, “Secure and Shield Surveillance” was a small technology company that possibly made security cameras or computer protection software.

No one ever really cared enough to investigate further.

You enter the building and take the elevator to the 8th floor. When the doors open and there you are greeted by the hostile stare of the secretary, Bernadette who has half-moon glasses and dresses as though she is working in the 1950s. Her gray hair is in its usual tight updo that never allows any piece of hair to move from its assigned position.

“Well look who decided to grace us with her presence today.”

Bernadette had been a part of SHIELD longer than anyone else (you didn’t know how long because no one would ever risk asking her age). You sometimes wondered if she was always a secretary or if her past jobs were more like yours.

All you did know was Bernadette believed that SHIELD would be best run if everyone obeyed orders and that she hated you because you always did the exact opposite.

You roll your eyes and respond, “Always nice seeing you too. If I knew you missed me so much I would have visited more often.”

“How generous.” Bernadette returns to her work, attempting to ignore you still being in the room.

“I know, when I die I’ll be treated like a saint,” you smile to yourself, knowing that you probably annoyed her enough that she will be irritated for the rest of the day.

She continues to type on her computer, attempting to maintain a bored face, but you are still pleased because you can see the slight furrow in her brow and her frown deepen. “Director Fury is waiting in his office. A reminder on basic manners dear, don’t leave your boss waiting.”

“Didn’t plan on it Bernadette, I’m always polite.” You are already walking down the hall when you respond, while you attempt to hold your small laugh.

As you enter the office, you see Fury but there was another figure with him. Steve Rogers. You’ve met before many times albeit the encounters were usually very short.

He has been involved with SHIELD for many years and after the infiltration was revealed, it was he who heavily promoted the idea of reforming SHIELD in hopes of maintaining its legacy. However, he was still most committed to the Avengers and most SHIELD operations were handled by others.

But now the two men are standing around Fury’s desk, staring at you while you still stand in the doorway.

“Director, Captain, I hope you plan on explaining to me why we are all here.”

Fury steps forward towards you, his arms crossed, “Agent, I assumed you would know from the dispatch that we need to talk about your new mission.”

“Yes, message that provided no details except to meet you here which we both know is irregular. We both don’t have time for this and I assume your other guest, who was not even mentioned on my invitation, doesn’t either.”

Steve looks apologetic as he says “I apologize that I caught you off guard, that wasn’t my intention.”

“It was absolutely my intention. Why are you complaining so much? I thought you loved surprises and it's really a shame we don’t see each other more often,” Fury interrupts.

You force yourself to laugh, “Not my fault you didn’t wanna go on a coffee date with me,” you close the door behind you, fully entering Fury’s office “Captain, are you willing to finally tell me about this mission?”

Steve sighs and sits down in the chair beside the desk, “As you know Thor has brought the Asgardians here to Earth, they’ve been rebuilding their home in Norway.”

You nod. Asgard’s destruction and refuge wasn’t unknown. You heard about some missions of agents being sent to deliver resources and technology to the Asgardians, in an attempt to help them adapt to their new lifestyle.

But doesn’t explain why Fury and Steve, themselves need to personally explain your mission to you.

Steve continues, “Thor also brought some of his companions with him,” he pauses, “Including his brother Loki.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach and breaths stop.

Loki is back on Earth? It has been years since the attack on New York, but no one has forgotten it. At one moment you are sparring with your fellow SHIELD trainees, placing bets on who was going to get assigned a real mission first, then in the next moment it doesn’t matter. SHIELDs Helicarrier was attacked and the perpetrator had escaped.

Everything you learn about their menacing leader was after the attack. SHIELD was able to collect some footage of the tall dark god. The footage was blurry, but yet you can still see the God enjoying himself. The attack was no accident.

“You let Loki back on Earth? The Asgardians have been on Earth for months, are you trying to tell me you’ve allowed him to be here the whole time. What the fu-”

“Our reasons for allowing him to be here are complicated, Agent. Please try to stay quiet and listen.” Fury starts sounding more and more exhausted, whether by you or the entire situation is debatable.

Steve looks at Fury then back at you, “When we saw Loki had arrived with Thor, we immediately put him in custody. Thor was upset with this decision and tried to explain to us that- well he believes his brother is good now.”

Thor believes his brother is good?

Fury explains, “Loki apparently did some hero shit when they were escaping Asgard and now Thor believes that his little dream of fighting alongside his brother is possible.”

The story they are telling you feels like a dream. Or maybe this is a nightmare. It is too unbelievable to be real.

“Do you believe that? This is ridiculous-”

You are interrupted again by Fury “What did I say about you saying quiet and listening. We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”

“We decided to investigate Thor’s claims about his brother. We needed to decide what to do with Loki and we finally came to a conclusion,” Steve stares at me “Loki is moving to New Asgard.”

Steve continues, “New Asgard is where Thor is and maybe eventually after a while, he might even help the Avengers out. This is a dangerous move we know, but it’s one we believe in,” he pauses. “I believe we can give him a second chance.”

Steve Rogers, or Captain America as the world knew he always wanted to do the right thing. To believe there is still good in the world even if it felt like it was all following apart.

And somehow he could even see good in Loki.

You are lost in your thoughts when Fury's voice sneaks into your head. “This is where you come in, Agent.”

Your head whips around to stare at Fury, your mouth slightly agape. During this meeting, you had become so distracted by this absurd story that you forgot the original reason for you being here.

"Thor promises to keep an eye on his brother, but we want to be safe," Steve said, "Fury recommended you for the job.”

You stare at Fury. He was always a calculated man

"Why did you choose me for this mission?"

"Loki annoys the hell out of me and so do you,” Fury shugs.

“Ha, very funny,” you say completely expressionless.

This whole situation was ridiculous.

But, maybe it was time for a challenge. For years now, every mission you’ve received always felt the same and never truly needed a SHIELD agent to handle it.

“So, you’re telling me my new mission is to babysit a God?” They both nod cautiously. You pause, making sure you have made up your mind, “So when do I start?”

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #mcu fanfiction #loki fanfic #enemies to lovers #Loki #Loki Laufeyson

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relinquish the crown: obsessions & fantasies

See the full 14 Days Collection here! Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: before the main story; hours after 'intrusive thoughts', weeks before 'a glimpse, a touch, a tease'

Summary: The morning after you had Astrid removed from the palace, you had some rather concerning thoughts about Loki. And after he comforts you through the task of sorting through the traitor's belongings, you have some vivid dreams of him later that night.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even try me); mentions of Astrid; kinda public smutting (?); tension…a LOT of tension; themes of incest (he's adopted but still) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: • horn dog era Y/N slowly entering the idiot in love era • entry for @sarahscribbles' Follower Celebration for 'rooftop' and 'pining' • final entry for my '14 Days of Valentines' event for 'first sex dream'

"Granddaughter, are you certain you wish to take on this particular task? You need not throw yourself into such a trying endeavor after she'd caused such distress in you."

The concern was evident in Queen Frigga's eyes as you faced her, so clearly perturbed at the thought of you taking on the planning of the festival for the Autumnal Equinox alone, just like Astrid had. Truly none of this would even be happening had you not ordered her removed from the palace last night due to her show of betrayal towards you.

It still sent chills down your spine trying to fathom that she'd despised you so much that she even considered plotting your demise. But what had you feeling as if you'd been dropped off in Jotunheim devoid of the appropriate gear to ward off the cold was how completely devastated you would have been if she'd been able to ensnare Loki into plotting with her.

How you found yourself thinking that a betrayal from him would utterly decimate your soul.

You quickly banished the spiraling thoughts from your head and addressed the Queen. "I'm certain, Grandmother. I would wish to go through her belongings and evaluate what she'd already accomplished and proceed from there. I see no reason why her efforts should go to waste simply because she'd chosen to betray me."

She gave you a single nod and sent you on your way, assigning two palace guards to stay with you through the process of sorting through the former lady in waiting's belongings. Once you were face to face with Astrid's bedchamber, feeling as if you were invading her privacy somehow, you found yourself overwhelmed with the premise of the situation.

Standing in the chamber of one who just yesterday morning you considered to be one of your dearest friends. A woman you'd known since you were mere children and she had such dreams of one day living in the palace…

"Like a princess," you'd whispered into the empty room, with only the cobblestone walls to hear you. "You wanted to be a princess since we were children. To live a royal's life. My life," you seethed, the words flowing from you as if Astrid had been right there in the room with you. You promptly stepped out the door and addressed the guards. "Bring over three crates, please. The state of the two need not be considered, only the final one. The one I'll send to her residence. And perhaps a torch. Aflame, of course."

While the guards were off to procure the items you requested, you began to sort through the disarray of the would-be traitor's belongings. Most had been fairly diminutive in significance, simple cosmetics, the smartphone she'd procured from Midgard, a handful of quills and inkwells…All things you'd decided to send back to her family's home.

It was only once you began sorting through the drawers and the chest of items she kept underneath the seat of her vanity that things begun to take a turn. First you'd found accessories that you were certain you'd lost in the last decades…even centuries. Small enough trinkets that you'd concluded that somehow it had gotten swept up in the daily cleanup of your chambers.

"Wretched wench…" You'd quickly made a small pile of the things you were certain belonged to you, taking note not to put them in any crate.

Then you'd begun to find the miniature portraits of you that one could procure from the mass production art dealers in the realm; portraits of everyone in your family could be purchased from them. And Astrid had numerous. Some of you alone, the rest portraits you'd had taken with the members of your family, particularly the ones created in recent years that included Loki.

What sent ice running through your veins was how your eyes had been scratched out in every single one of them, but notably much harsher in the ones where you'd been positioned next to the dark-haired prince. Running your fingers lightly through the gouges on each portrait, it was almost as if you could feel the anger coursing through her as she scratched away at your face on the parchment. Some notches even had what seemed to be dried blood at the edges, leading you to conclude these were done with her nails.

There was a stack of journals within the chest under the vanity seat that exposed more of Astrid's true character. One of which contained her notes for the Autumnal Equinox festival that had you questioning her calculations for the numbers that she determined to be spent on the merchants, the suppliers for the decorations, even the rent to give the children's school to hold a concert there seemed too low at first blush. You couldn't find any computations that could even lead to these numbers.

Turning the page further painted a clear picture of where here priorities were.

The next pages consisted of fabric swatches and sketches of numerous dress designs, all of them eerily fashioned after the dresses that you normally wore. Every fabric swatch making your stomach turn as you saw that they were set in the deep shade of emerald that Loki was known to wear.

At that moment the guards returned to the room with the crates you'd requested, and you made quick work to tear out the pages of Astrid's journal that contained the questionable computations for the festival for yourself, throwing the remainder of the book into one of the crates designated for rubbish.

It was her other journal that sickened you to your core. Page after page dissecting your movements, your speech patterns, the way you did your hair in the morning, all accompanied by long paragraphs on how she believed you were undeserving of the life you got to lead all because of who your parents were. "You should have been born a princess, then, you imbecile. Or marry a prince."

Another turn of the page laid out her intentions as clear as day. You could tell that the fixation and anger she had for you worsened at this point from how deep the grooves in the pages were as she wrote upon them.

It's not fair that she gets to have the life. The staff that she doesn't even use because she insists their efforts not be wasted on her. If that's the case then the space on Asgard shouldn't be wasted on her, either. And then to add the worst and most unflattering flourish to how she parades that her life is better than mine, she even has the gall to steal Loki from me. She doesn't even desire him! She just wishes to worsen my life further than she already has and monopolize his attention so he has no time left for anyone other than her. The selfish wretched bitch.

The next dozen or so pages held sketches of Loki in various stances and positions, insinuating just how ardently she'd been watching him over the last few years. The scrupulous attention to detail unsettling you to an extent that had you having trouble to keep on your feet. From the accuracy of where the lines on his face showed as he spoke or smiled, to the light behind his eyes that you knew only shone when he spoke with such passion. At the bottom of one of the pages, a sentiment that had you needing air.

I will have you ruling the realm, my King. I only need rid Asgard of that brat they call Princess.

You threw the entire journal into a rubbish crate and stormed out of the room, the tears stinging at the back of your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

The feel of large hands holding your shoulders made your eyes snap open, a mixture of relief with a touch of apprehension overcoming your system as you met Loki's gaze, the concern swimming in his eyes as he looked over you. "Darling, what happened? What did you see?"

Words failed you as you kept your eyes trained on the crate with Astrid's diaries, watching it closely as if you feared it would turn into a monstrous creature and strike you down to please its mistress. You were only faintly aware of a gentle touch to your chin before you were trying with frustratingly muted words to stop the prince from walking over and seeing her twisted thoughts for himself. He saw the journal containing her plans for the festival first, fingers tracing the inside of the spine where the page for her computations were torn out, looking toward the desk and then back to you with a knowing smirk on his face. You managed to answer him with a weak shrug and a half-hearted smirk of your own, signaling to him to keep turning the page.

His mouth turned into a grim line as he saw the fabric swatches and the designs, eyes flickering between the sketches and the dress you were currently wearing before his upper lip curled into a sneer displaying his contempt toward the traitor. "I would disavow her efforts on the spot if she even dared," he muttered, his eyes once again roaming your own dress before traveling up your body to meet your gaze. "The color would look ravishing on you, though."

You once again found your heart stuttering in your chest as it did this morning when you awoke in his arms, the urge to close the distance between you two and pull him towards you for a kiss overwhelming you. It mattered not that there were others present. "Fairly certain it's against the realm's customs for two royals to share the same color," you teased with a scrunch of your nose, tamping down the stray thought that crossed your mind once the words escaped you.

Unless you claimed me as yours. Made me your wife.

He closed the book with a resounding snap, smirking as he watched the guards stand in attention from the sound, meanwhile you merely shook your head at him in amusement. "There's more, isn't there, Princess?" You could only nod mutely as you eyed the crate again, knowing that you couldn't stop him from opening the other journal and seeing the words that were written about him. About you. The vitriol with which she alluded to her accusations of something so immoral…

And yet something you strangely couldn't find yourself to outright denounce. Especially after the morning you'd had, warring with yourself over the extensively vivid images your mind had conjured of you and Loki together. The urges that threatened to overcome you if you lost your grip on rationality for even the briefest moment. The kind that would drive the very wedge between you and Loki that that traitor seemed to so desperately wish for.

You wouldn't grant her that satisfaction.

The sound of the journal falling back into the crate made you start, looking back towards it only to be met with the image of the prince walking towards you before pulling you into a tight embrace, a hand cradling the back of your head and the other rubbing up and down the length of your back, a traitorous shuddering breath escaping you whenever you felt his fingertips brush the bare skin of your upper back.

You decided that perhaps the best course of action was to move away from him, to put even a semblance of distance between you two so that you may extinguish these torrid thoughts that had begun to haunt you, especially when he was this close. "What are you doing here, Loki?"

His hold on you tightened the slightest bit, fingers weaving into your hair as he held your head to his chest. "I knew you would be here, attending to the removal of her belongings. I'm simply here for you."

You found yourself once again feeling faint with how closely he was holding you, his arm wrapping tenderly around your waist when you made a motion to move away from him. "I told you I can handle this. Truly you need not worry."

"And I am telling you that you need not handle this alone. You won't get rid of me so easily, little Princess." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, an unsettling coil tightening in your stomach as you stewed in the knowledge that if he knew the unsavory thoughts floating through your mind since this morning, he would leave. Possibly to another realm. Putting as much distance between you two as he physically could. "I should have her head for how she spoke of you in those pages."

"Truly? For that?" You moved your head to look up at him, immediately regretting the decision when you saw how the light from the late morning sun accentuated the features of his face, the sight threatening to steal your breath away. "What of the way she spoke of you? She fixated over you. Obsessed, even."

"That? 'Tis nothing," he said with the faintest hint of teasing in his tone, pressing a soft kiss between your brows. "But the hateful words she directed at you were unforgivable."

You're wrong, Loki, you thought to yourself. The thoughts I have now of you…those are unforgivable. Like how I'm thinking of how easily it would be to tilt my head upward and suddenly your lips would be on mine.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you need my help for in this, darling." Loki faced you where you sat on the rooftop, grasping the papers that held the dubious computations from Astrid as the wind blew around you both, the sight of his hair flowing about freely in the night air and lit by the faint light of the distant torches creating an image so beautiful it stunned you silent for a good few moments.

"I simply need to know that I'm not going mad, that my evaluation on her initial notes isn't driven out of spite or anger…that I'm not choosing to throw them away out of mere petulance. I need someone wiser than me and more intelligent than me to tell me that my actions were done objectively and without malice."

You felt your heart begin to sputter in your chest once more when he took a seat beside you on the chaise lounge, placing his arm around you to pull you close to him and making you mentally smack yourself across the face when you instinctively placed your head on his shoulder. You made a note not to breathe in too deeply for fear of losing yourself in the headiness of his signature clean and yet woodsy scent, a feat in itself as you fought to calm yourself from the way his fingertips traced up and down the length of your upper arm.

"Look at me, little Princess." The sound of papers crinkling on the seat faintly reached your ears before you felt his other hand lightly grasping your chin, turning your head to face him, the air around you growing exasperatingly thin as you saw just how close your faces were to one another. "Those numbers were so clearly pulled from thin air. They had no basis. To throw it all away now would not hinder you for even a moment. You have all the reason to abandon her work, and no one with half a brain would even believe for a moment that you did so with malice."

There was a borderline violent fluttering in your stomach when you felt him press a kiss to the bridge of your nose, his thumb softly stroking your cheek in a soothing gesture. "If you're certain," you breathed out, feeling as if there was this force that was now making the air around you both impossibly thick and bringing you closer together.

"I am, darling," he rasped, tilting his head and pressing his lips to the tip of your nose, the arm around you pulling your body closer to him while his other hand weaved his fingers through your hair. "Just as I am certain of this."

Nothing could have prepared you for the feel of his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss, as if he were gauging your reaction. If you would pull away in disgust and berate him for moving in such an unwelcome manner…or if you were to react quite differently. Just as you were doing right this moment.

As you placed your hands on his shoulders, pulling him in for another, a strange calm washing over you as your lips moved in near perfect sync with each other's. As you both moaned into the kiss when your tongues met and slid against the other.

As he moved to tuck his arm under your knees and maneuver you so that you were laying down on your back atop the chaise, your chest heaving from catching your breath as he began to pepper kisses across the skin that was already exposed by your dress, down your neck to the top of your chest, and tracing your collarbone with his tongue. "We shouldn't be doing this, Princess."

"I know," you whimpered, arching into his kiss as he sucked a bruise onto the center of your chest, letting out a scandalous moan of his name into the Asgardian night sky. When you felt his fingers put the slightest bit of pressure behind your knee, you were all too quick to part your legs for him, desperately weaving your fingers through his hair to bring his face to yours so you could kiss him again.

"You know that what we're doing right now would have the entire kingdom frowning down upon us, little darling?"

Your mind was in a fog as you felt dextrous hands moving aside the fabric of your skirt that wrapped around you, the god letting out a groan into your mouth as his hands made contact with your bare legs. "I know," you gasped, moving your hands down and undoing the laces of his trousers, earning you a smirk that had your desire for him intensifying, a rush of wetness quickly pooling between your legs as he gently nudged your hands out of the way and pushed the fabric down his thighs. "I know and I want you regardless."

He captured your lips in another feverish kiss before asking as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, "Are you absolutely sure? There's no going back once we cross this line. We would burn in their condemnation. In everyone's. Not just our family's."

Every nerve of your body came alive with each kiss, each touch, that all you could manage to do was arch to press your chest to his, urging him to inch his way inside of you. "Then we'll burn together. Please, Loki--"

A sharp moan slipped through your lips as he began to enter you, the sound piercing through the dead of the night. "Norns, you look exquisite like this, my darling Y/N." He slid deeper into you with every bit of praise that escaped his deliciously sinful lips. "Like a goddess. Like the personification of decadence. Of pleasure." He let out a broken sigh, sounding as if he was in pure rapture, when his hips became flush against yours, the entirety of his length sheathed inside of you. "Like you were made for me."

Words failed you as he reached a spot so deep inside of you that the stars you saw in the night sky seemed to triple, your thoughts spiraling into nothing but you and him, in this moment, as if there was nothing depraved in your coupling. You were simply two individuals who desired each other, no titles, no customs, no names to sully what you shared.

"As if you're mine," he finished with a grunt, the sound of your name in a broken moan making your heart swell. You reached out to grab a handful of his leather tunic, pulling him down towards you for a desperate kiss of tongues tangling and moans so resounding in the otherwise quiet of the night that you were sure you'd begun to rouse the attention of the still waking citizens of the realm if they stood close enough to the palace. "Mine."

"Yours," you cried out, completely beside yourself as he proceeded to suck a bruise into the base of your throat. "All yours."

It felt as if you were simultaneously being burned alive and subjected to the deathly touch of a frost giant all at once as you shot up from your bed, your chest heaving and your mind spinning from just how vivid your dream felt. Your mind played a cruel game with you, twisting your consulting with him on the roof and playing it moment by moment accurately up until the moment he laid his lips on yours and proceeding to turn it into a salacious fantasy of a tryst with him.

Every touch, every kiss, every forsaken inch felt so real. So real that you feared you'd actually done something while you slept. That perhaps you'd done what those people in Midgard did and…sleepwalked?

"Only I skipped sleep walking and jumped straight into sleep fucking," you grumbled into the empty of your room.

The sound of your door opening had you scrambling to your nightstand for your dagger, poised to attack who dared to breach your chambers at this implicative hour.

"Y/N?" You sighed in relief with a touch of exasperation at the sound of Loki's voice reaching your ears, placing your dagger back into your nightstand as your pulse hammered in your ears with every step he took towards your flustered form. It took all your strength not to lean in to his touch when he cupped your cheek and sighed in audible relief. "You're still awake," he teased with a wavering tone, as if he were putting in a conscious effort to retain a lightheartedness between you two.

"As are you," you murmured, giving him a half-hearted smirk. "What are you doing here, Loki?"

"I was so rudely plagued by a vividly horrifying dream that you were in danger," he breathed out, framing your face with both of his hands as he rested his forehead against yours. "I needed to see you. Ensure for myself that it was but a nightmare." You found yourself unable to breathe as he touched the tip of his nose to yours before pressing a soft kiss to it. "Now what are you still doing awake, little Princess?"

"Seems you're not the only one plagued by peculiar dreams," you huffed out, placing your hands around his wrists, as if you were trying to ground yourself in reality, removing yourself from the lurid dream you were pulled out of the best that you could. "Go back to sleep, Loki."

"I should say the same to you." You held still, allowing yourself the indulgence of losing yourself in the present moment as he pressed his lips to your forehead. "Goodnight, darling."

You scrunched your nose at him as he pulled away and stood from the edge of your bed. "Goodnight." You watched intently as he walked back towards your chamber door, giving in to admiring his form that was only currently clad in silken sleep pants set in his signature green, the fabric clinging to his backside as if in a tantalizing invitation for you to follow him.

It was only when you heard his chamber doors close across the hall from yours that you let out the breath you'd been holding, touching the spot on your forehead where his lips had just been, before pressing your lips to your fingertips, a deep shame overcoming you as you lost yourself in your imagination. Your mind returning to the dream, wanting nothing more in the present moment than to know the feel of the god's lips on yours.

"I'm fucked," you whispered into the quiet that had once again settled in your bedchamber. "I am so royally fucked."

A/N: I can't believe I actually did it. 14 days, 14 stories…and it's finally over. 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I've been writing for this even since the beginning of January and I'm so happy that I'm no longer on strict self-imposed deadlines and I can get back to…well, a few things, really. First I can start reading everyone's stories again 😮‍💨✌️

And then…I can officially say this…relinquish the crown is coming back! I'm so glad to say this because I'm going to start writing Season 1B, maybe some extra bits that take place in within Season 1A but doesn't actually further the plot, I can work on the what if…? episodes, and perhaps even an AU or two 😍😍

And finally…I'm gonna start working on requests again! I wasn't able to really do much planning when I was taking the requests in for the 1000 follower ones that were sent in, but now that everything's calming down some, I can resume planning. And also writing for the massive backlog from the 500 follower celebration 😅

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 4 months

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Merry Christmas everyone!!!

And if you don't celebrate Christmas then happy holidays!

I've taken a small break from writing but I'll be back soon! xoxo

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spockiguess · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Mr. President || Kratos x Fem!Reader

A/N: Kratos is seriously so fucking hot. That’s all I have to say. Also, I will be getting to those requests, fret not dear readers!

Warnings: Smut, use of terms like cunt and pussy.

Pairing: Kratos/Fem!Reader

A cozy fire burned in the hearth of Sindri’s home, casting the expansive living area in an orange glow as you worked diligently in its squat kitchen, beads of sweat already beginning to gather around your temples.

Everyone was either gone out on a mission, or in the case of Brok and Sindri, on another quest to find some elusive item that would give the weapons they worked on an extra oomph. That meant you had the entire place to yourself, and knowing it was Kratos’ birthday, you decided to bake him a cake.

Pleased with your ingenious idea, you continued to whip eggs, flour, sugar, cocoa, and other ingredients into a smooth chocolatey batter that dripped from your mixing spoon in smooth ribbons. Chocolate was always your favorite flavor, and surprisingly, Sindri had collected enough of the stuff for you to use. You wondered how he got ahold of cocoa, seeing as Midgard wasn’t exactly a tropical climate, but you decided to ignore that in favor of scooping a bit of the batter onto your finger and testing the taste. Perfect, you thought.

Setting the bowl down and greasing a pan with butter, you poured the mixture in, watching as the silky sweetness pooled, creating little hills before it melted back into itself. As you scooped the last remnants into the pan, you thought about Kratos, him being the reason you were doing this in the first place.

A memory popped into your head as you set the pan into a wooden oven; your first kiss with Kratos. It was sweet and tender, if not tentative on his part, but soon you couldn’t get enough of each other, and well, your first kiss turned into your first time with the god of war. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you remembered the details of that night, and you ached for Kratos’ presence as you set to work getting the frosting made.

Later, the heaving doors of Sindri’s home flew open, and from behind them appeared Atreus, quickly followed by Kratos. The young boy waved to you before rushing to his room, and Kratos gave you a small smile, sauntering over to the kitchen where you stood, preparing the finishing touches to Kratos’s cake.

“Okay, wait, don’t look,” You pleaded, back still turned to the man.

Kratos’ deep voice rumbled, “Mm, you intend to hide something from me?”

With a smile, you answered, “Not for long. Go sit at the table.” Kratos hummed, and you watched as he unhooked Mimir from his belt and sat the dismembered head down before pulling out a chair for himself. With an excited squeak, you held the cake and some utensils in your hands and walked to the table slowly, singing a birthday jingle.

Kratos watched intently as Mimir jested, “Oy, I wish it were my birthday!” You placed the plate on the table and studied Kratos’ expressions. The man was entirely unreadable, but finally, he spoke. “How did you know it was my birthday?” Through his thick beard, you could barely make out a smile, and you cheered, knowing you had succeeded. Sitting down on Kratos’ lap and wrapping your hands around his neck, you responded truthfully, “Mimir told me. He was talking about how young you looked compared to your real age, and it just kinda…slipped out.”

Mimir piped up, “Unintentionally!”

Ignoring him, you continued, “I didn’t know if you celebrated your birthday, but in my family, it’s a big thing. I couldn’t just let you go out and kill a bunch of monsters without at least rewarding you for making it through another year!”

Kratos all but purred, his hands coming to rest on your hips and scooting you closer to where your chests touched, and arousal panged through your system in a heartbeat. The god smiled again, much more noticeable this time, and kissed your cheek before turning to the cake.

“All for me?” You nodded, all for you. Kratos grabbed a fork and began to dig in, his voice rumbling in his throat as he savored the cake. As you sat in his arms, you watched him devour the cake in mere minutes.

You poked fun at Kratos, “I guess you were hungry?” Kratos very lightly chuckled, never one to show big emotions unless it was anger or hatred. But that’s what made you appreciate the small moments of happiness so much more. You loved that you were able to draw these long-repressed emotions from Kratos; it made you feel special.

When Kratos finished, he turned to you with a heated gaze, looking all but ready to devour you, too, when you wiped a bit of frosting from the edge of his lip and licked it from the tip of your thumb.

Kratos growled and looked to Mimir before turning back to you, “I am going to put the head away.”

“Aye, is that all I am to you, brother?” Mimir challenged as you quickly got the hint and removed yourself from the hulking figure. In a flash, Kratos grabbed Mimir, albeit a little roughly, and paced to your shared room to put him away before he was back on you.

Kratos’ hands were hungry when they grabbed the thick flesh of your ass and thrust your hips to his, “Thank you.” Kratos was a man of few words, but you knew everything he meant by saying that.

“Of course, I love you. Too much, probably,” you giggled. Kratos only sighed sweetly before meeting your lips in a fiery blaze that left you winded. The kiss was passionate and wet, every time you departed for a breath of air, a long string of saliva would connect the two of you before breaking off.

During this, Kratos made quick work of your clothing, and your cheeks heated at the fact that you were currently getting naked in the middle of Sindri’s house, where anybody could just walk in and see you two going at it. Even then, it excited you to the umpteenth degree, and you responded to Kratos’ touch greedily.

Soon, you were naked and a bit chilly from the exposure, but Kratos made sure to cover every inch of your body with his own. Kratos kissed down your neck and your chest before reaching your breasts. He marveled at them before taking a pert nipple into his mouth and sucking. You held the back of Kratos’ head as he laved at the spot before gently biting the bud, making you moan out in pleasure. Kratos hmphed a chuckle before doing the same to the other nipple.

You could already feel the wetness seeping from your core and coating the insides of your thighs when Kratos fell to his knees, almost reverentially. Quickly, you opened yourself for him, keen on letting him see what he’s done to you.

Kratos muttered only one word, “Good,” but it still made every part of you shiver in response.

Then, Kratos’ thumb came to your cunt and ran through the wetness before his other hand joined and spread you apart. You keened, needy for more of Kratos’ touch. Kratos was happy to give you more, and his mouth met your core, licking all of your juices up before finding your clit and focusing all his attention on that.

It made you moan loudly, and you hurriedly covered your mouth in fear of Atreus hearing, but Kratos didn’t stop. In fact, he went even faster as his tongue circled your clit and applied the perfect amount of pressure.

Your thighs squeezed around Kratos’ head, but he didn’t budge, instead bringing two fingers to your sopping entrance and pressing them in, meeting almost no resistance at all. Immediately, he curled them and found that spot inside of you, the one that made you throw your head back in ecstasy and forget yourself once more.

Kratos paused to hush you, only bringing a single finger to his lips before he returned to the task at hand. It wasn’t long before you started to clench around his fingers, alerting him to your impending orgasm. Kratos didn’t relent, and soon you found yourself gushing all over his mouth and hand.

Kratos hummed his approval before standing and fervently removing his pants. The sound of clinking metal excited you further before he grabbed your waist and spun you around so that you were leaning over the table and giving him perfect access to your pussy.

Once again, Kratos ran a thumb through your folds before replacing it with his thick cock. He ran the head up and down, making sure to coat it thoroughly in your juices before he thrust in.

The stretch felt like heaven as Kratos pushed into your warmth; even he couldn’t contain his noises. Eventually, the tip of Kratos’ head met your cervix, and even though there were still at least a couple more inches left, Kratos stayed there and made a mental note not to push past this point.

Then Kratos pulled back, both hands gripping your waist as he watched your body try to suck him back in, and after a moment, Kratos relented. The god was so thick and filling you could feel him in your stomach. A sick thought filled your mind, and you brought Kratos’ hand to your tummy to feel the bulge there. Kratos growled again and started a harsh pace that left you breathless.

His thrusts were so powerful that they moved the table and you by extension. You held on to the edge of the dwarven table for dear life as Kratos pounded into your tight pussy and brought his other hand to your neck. He wasn’t going to choke you, no, but he needed a better angle, an angle that would have you seeing stars. So, he pulled you by the neck so that your head was resting against his shoulder and your back was arched to meet his hammering cock.

You came almost instantaneously, the position providing perfect access to that same spot inside you, but Kratos kept at it.

The god of war snarled and watched his cock sink into you delightfully and felt his own orgasm approaching steadfastly. With you having cum twice already, Kratos felt satisfied with cumming himself.

Your heat, tightness, and wetness, all in combination caused the beast of a god to roar out and thrust into you harder before his cock spilled into you, overflowing your walls with sticky seed that spilled out and dripped onto the floor. You’d have to clean that up before Sindri came home.

Kratos kept going until he emptied all of his cum into you, watching the liquid mix with yours and coat your pussy and legs in even more wetness.

You began to whine from overstimulation, and Kratos quickly stopped. You both caught your breath as Kratos pulled out, and a heap of cum spilled from inside of you. Now you’d really have to clean that up before Sindri came home.

Weakly, you joked, “Happy birthday!” Kratos huffed a laugh before bringing you into a tight embrace.

Suddenly, the doors to the tree house swung open, and a familiar voice called out, “What the fuck!”

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micah-drew · 6 months

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Roaming Souls | Apollo and Poseidon x Halloween Deity!Reader

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CW: May be ooc for some characters

જ⁀➴ Hallows Eve, a special time of the year for spirits to roam the streets and plains of where they once lived. It was the time of year where ghouls played pranks on those who rejected the spirit of celebration. It was…your favorite time of year.

જ⁀➴ You are a deity, or commonly called a god. Not many took your title seriously, after all— who would call themself the god of Halloween? That though, is your shortened title.

જ⁀➴ You are the Chinese god of spirits, pranks, trickery, and disguise. A perfect combination of skills for someone such as you, which the more you think on it…how ironic is it that your favorite mortal holiday is Halloween, and that you became the god of it? Someone higher above you had to be playing some sort of prank on you!

જ⁀➴ Nonetheless, you were the god that allowed spirits and ghouls to visit Midgard, whether it be to visit loved ones or to play small pranks on those that aren’t exactly showing the same spirit for the holiday that you do. You always made sure to keep those that went to Midgard in check, and would pull them back to the afterlife if they stepped out of line.

જ⁀➴ It wasn’t too much trouble, thankfully. After a few spirits that almost went too far, everyone else was way behaved. A young spirit had even tried to go trick or treating, so it was a good thing you always had some candy on you!

જ⁀➴ After the nights festivities were over, and the ghouls and spirits you allowed on Midgard had returned to the afterlife, you weren’t sure what to do. Halloween was always a fun night, but there were sometimes where you got bored…and that was mostly whenever you were left on your own.

જ⁀➴ Currently, you sat on a ledge within the halls of Valhalla, a pile of candy wrappers next to you. You unwrapped a butterscotch and popped into your mouth with a sigh before looking out at the full moon. It was a beautiful night, surely one that you thought would last longer than it did. But none of the other gods seemed to share the same passion as you did for Hallows Eve, which left you on your own to eat the remaining candy you had held onto.

જ⁀➴ Though it seems someone has found your hiding spot, as you hear footsteps slowly approaching. You couldn’t help but grin and sit up, crossing your legs underneath you and leaning against your hand with a hum.

“Splendid, splendid, I finally have a visitor after so long!”

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「 ✦ Apollo ✦ 」 [ can be seen as either platonic or romantic ]

The sun god had found himself staring at you for a short period of time before raising his chin and laughing.

“Now, what do we have here? I should have expected to see you, Y/N, and yet you still manage to surprise me. How are you doing darling? It’s been too long since we last spoke.”

A wide grin spread across your lips and you couldn’t help but laugh. Apollo raised an eyebrow at your response to him.

“Ah, you talk too much.”

The other god was obviously taken by surprise at your response, but could only find himself smiling as he slowly approached the ledge you were sitting on and leaned against the pillar.

“I apologize then.” Apollo gave a nod of his head, looking toward the moon high in the sky.

You then shook your head, stretching a bit and leaning back. You looked up for a moment, staring at the full moon as well before eventually turning back to Apollo.

“Don’t, I’m just messing with you. I could never be too mad at not having to do anything aside from sit here and eat candy.”

You gestured to the pile next to you, as well as a small pumpkin you had grabbed from the Olympus gardens. It was a small, yellow pumpkin that almost appeared to be golden in the moonlight. It most certainly caught the eye of Apollo, who was eyeing it before turning to look at you once more.

“It seems you’re busy then.”

“Totally, I’m gonna be kept busy until next year. Such a shame.”

There was silence between you two before Apollo chuckled gently, offering you a small smile as he plucked up a piece of candy and unwrapped it. Before you could react, he popped the butterscotch candy in his mouth with a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Let me assist you then, after all, I don’t think you’d want to be eating candy for a straight year. Is that correct of me to assume, sunshine?”

He cocked his head slightly to the side, and you could only snicker in response. Slowly, you reached over and picked up the small golden pumpkin before holding it out to Apollo with a hum.

“Sunshine? That’s new, but I suppose you do have a point. Be my guest, after all, there’s plenty more,” you hummed out.

Apollo took the pumpkin from your hands, looking at the golden vegetable before smiling once more. It seemed even in the dark of night, the suns light always followed the god wherever he went. You didn’t bother questioning it though, because if you did that…it’d just raise more questions to be asked.

And that was something you didn’t want to deal with on your year off.

“Thank you, Y/N…I wasn’t quite expecting a gift tonight.” The sun god then reached over with his free hand, patting you on the head with a soft laugh under his breath. “How do I now know there isn’t anything in here though?”

You were quiet for a second, biting down on the butterscotch candy in your mouth.

“That’s the best part about it, you don’t.”

“Y/N!”

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「 ✦ Poseidon ✦ 」 [ can be seen as either platonic or romantic ]

The god of the seas had been quiet as he approached you, scanning you over before softly scoffing.

You honestly expected that from him, after all— he was never one for your beloved holiday. But it still surprised you, he was away from his palace and even sparing you a look? That was practically unheard of!

Still, he didn’t look you in the eyes.

“Ah well, I tried being friendly. The tyrant of the seas can be so cruel…especially to little ol’ me. I’m hurt, Poseidon…too hurt.”

Instead of getting a response, Poseidon simply narrowed his eyes at you. You could only sigh in response and unwrap a chocolate and quickly popping it in your mouth. You sat in silence for a moment, looking back to the god of the seas.

“If you want some, you can just ask.”

You gestured to you candy pile, and the god just huffed in annoyance and turned his head away with a frown on his lips.

That scowl must be permanent.

“Fine, be that way. More for m-“

“What do you have?”

You blinked in surprise, looking to your large candy pile and straightening yourself up. A grin made its way onto your face as you spoke once again.

“The question is, “what don’t I have?” I have everything you could ever want! I have suckers, chocolate, butterscotch— everything! Take your pick, there’s plenty more.” You tilt your head soon, watching the blond god as he got closer to you.

He was still silent, only ever glancing at you but refusing to meet your e/c eyes. You didn’t mind though, after all…there are some people who just don’t like eye contact! It’s whatever.

Eventually, Poseidon sat down on the ledge across from you and looked at the pile of candy before picking up packet of Swedish Fish. He opened the packet and quietly took one out.

“Hm.”

You found yourself staring at the god as took the candy and quietly ate it, while you proceeded to also pick up a piece of chocolate and eat it. The silence was peaceful, even it wasn’t your cup of tea. But you would take the silence over anything pumpkin spice flavored…it wasn’t even pumpkin— it was just spice!

You let out a content sigh, leaning back against the pillar behind you with a gentle grin. Your eyes scanned around the area, and in the corner of your eye you spotted Poseidon taking more candy. You let out a laugh, smiling widely still.

“What?” He hissed out, his grip tightening on a candy bar.

“Oh— nothing, I just didn’t think that the tyrant god enjoyed candy so much. You don’t seem like the type.”

Poseidon was quiet, letting out a gentle scoff before he turned away. You eventually shake your head as he spoke once more.

“You won’t mention this to anyone, understood?”

You found yourself giggling a bit in response, which caused the god across from you to frown as a pale pink dusted itself across his cheeks.

“And what if I do—“

“You will regret it for as long as there is air in your lungs.”

You were silent, letting out a quiet laugh before giving a nod to the other and smiling once again.

“I won’t, Mr. Perfection. But if you want anymore candy, you know just where to find me. Like I said, I have more than enough candy just laying around.”

Poseidon was silent, only giving a nod in response to your words.

“Hm.”

You knew that was his way of saying “thank you” to you.

—

Happy Halloween!

#ror apollo #ror poseidon #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie

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I just realized you’re taking requests and I love your writing! May I request the ever loved soulmates trope with Loki and female plus!size reader?

A Touch Of You

Summary: this is part of my funfair celebration under the 'mini movie theatre' category honestly this is such a cute idea! Thank you for sending it in!!

Pairing: Loki x Plus Size! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: fluff, non canon compliant, takes place after thor tdw, flirting, soulmate au, the first place you touch is demarcated

A.N: absolutely love the soulmate trope, and with loki its just 💖, thank you once again! and i'm so glad you love my writing! thank you for reading and sending love!!

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A Touch Of You

“Are you really going to attempt that?” Thor speaks unceremoniously with a tired gaze to his brother.

“I’m dying you oaf.” Loki sneers, pressing his palm to the wound, adding to the dramatic scene.

“So do you not have anything to live for?” Thor shakes his head a sad smile on his face.

“What about, what about your destined mate?” Thor knows this might have Loki latch onto live.

“In my years on Asgard—,” Loki gives a pained groan.

“Asgard is one realm, what about Midgard?” Thor watches as the blood pools between his brother’s fingers.

“I am a God how can I be destined for a mortal.” Loki argues.

“Well currently you’re not immortal yourself.” Thor teases and Loki produces his own dagger.

“You’re very annoying.” He tells Thor who only shrugs.

Loki disappears from view and Thor looks around at the edge Loki stands staring at the barren land.

“What was the plan? Take over the throne?” Thor rolls his eyes.

“I could rule more fairly than him.” Loki defends.

“I know you could Loki and you will when the time comes. You cannot have your soulmate’s mark turn to black before you met.” Thor still tries again, he knows the stories their mother spoke, the stories that stuck with Loki.

The stories that also ended Loki’s faith in soulmates.

The stories that restored it.

“I only worry if, if I am not worthy for them. Realms where I have made mistakes.” Loki murmurs.

Thor places a hand on his arm, “Mistakes that occurred by you being tormented. Not of your own volition.” He reminds his brother.

Loki stares at the mark that stays colourless outlined upon his wrist. He runs his hand over the outline as he had through his age.

“How would we explain, how would we explain that I’d leave?” He murmurs, his brother smiles.

“We’ll come to an agreement.” Thor chuckles, glad his brother was more accepting towards the idea.

Six months and several eye rolls to his brother and the remaining Avengers later, Loki finds himself wandering the streets of Midgard.

He had come to the conclusion that only a few places were tolerated by him. Libraries, bookstores the independent kind not the noisy over filled brands that only stocked popular things.

It was surprisingly a day that was slow going, no troubles brewing on the horizon. Today would be a good day to find a book, or just roam the aisles of the quaint bookstore.

Maybe he would work up the courage to speak to you, the sweet woman at the counter. Just the thought of you had him nervously trace his soulmate mark.

You were beautiful in his eyes, the way your smile lit up the room, your laugh would echo in the depths of his chest and you never once looked down upon him. Nor made him feel unwelcome.

He had an inkling you knew who he was, yet your demeanour never changed.

You always greeted him with a beaming smile, giving him little anecdotes about books which he bought and you had read before.

The bell dings as he enters, his gaze finds an empty spot where you would usually stand at the counter. He frowns. Scanning the bookstore, it is seemingly empty.

“Darling?” The nickname spoken with ease, the flush that it brought on your cheeks however was missing, as were you.

Worry anchors into his stomach as he summons his dagger, moving through the aisles. A rhythmic tapping draws his attention towards the mythology section.

The tapping gets louder as he approaches dagger drawn, relief floods him as he recognises you.

You turn at the very same time startled by his presence and you lose your footing on the later. Loki swiftly takes strides and your left hand’s fingers wrap around his right wrist, tingling resonates between the interconnected marks and they bloom with colour while Loki breaks your fall with ease, holding you up.

Your eyes find his green ones, they harbour so much emotion.

“You, you need to be careful.” He murmurs, you tilt your head and he notices the headphones the beat similar to the one to which you were tapping your foot.

He takes the headphone out, he doesn’t need to lean in but god, having him this close after pining behind him and hoping your mark matched his by some miracle.

“I said you need to be careful, Darling.”

Your skin flushes, the warmth spreading through your chest, “I um, I was setting up a display… Avengers Celebration week…”

His eyes move to the display and his lips part, there was an entire wall dedicated to him, your cheeks heat further.

“Safe to say, that I am your favourite?” He teases, you turn you head trying to hide it against his chest.

“Well, I um..” You scramble for words as he rights your frame, your hand doesn’t leave his, his free hand encircles yours.

“Thank you.” You say, he shrugs it off.

“I was worried…” He admits, his own cheeks carrying a flush.

“About?”

“You, darling.”

“W-why… Did you know?” You wonder if he did know, he is a God after-all. Oh god, he’s a god.

“No, I, I just always felt drawn to you. From the day I saw you.”

“About four months ago?” You raise your brow, he nods.

“Could, could I take you out for dinner? A date as Midgardians call it?” He tilts his head, scrunching his nose.

“You don’t mind the fact that i’m me or Midgardian?” You question, nervousness laces your voice.

He hand moves to cup your cheek.

“I will not say no to the one who the fates have fashioned for me.” He brushes his thumb along your jaw.

“My first thought when I saw you?” He continues, “i cannot believe such ethereal beauty exists upon this realm. Right from your smile, to your laugh, to your eyes, to your face, to the way you move, to the way you speak. Everything pulled me in Darling. I would have fought with the fates if it turned out you were not mine.” His confession has you breathe deeply.

“Loki,” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, not understanding why you want to draw his attention to an insecurity you have begun to embrace and not care for, so why is it forcing its way onto your tongue?

“Is, are you not pleased? I, I know I have done horrible—,”

You shake your head, silencing him, “Loki, no, I know how difficult that was for you, I cannot fathom from where you found the strength to continue onward. I’m immensely proud of you, the way you came here trying to right wrongs that were done not by your own hands.” You press a soft kiss to the hand that still cups your cheek.

“I—, its just, I hope you’re pleased… I’m not exactly a goddess… you’re a god… and well… I don’t want you to have to well, settle…” You look away, at your soulmate marks still in contact.

“I’m not invincible, I used to believe several tales, follow glory, you could say that i had several perspective shifts, one thing however that my mother taught me. Is that my soulmate whoever they were, however they were, no matter their appearance I would accept them, it doesn’t mean I am settling, it means that I see you and I want you, I desire you, I will learn to love you the way you need, I want to be your soulmate in any capacity you desire.” He speaks, the hand cupping your cheek moves, to under your chin.

You meet his gaze again, his eyes hold sincerity and truth, you nod. A smile breaks out upon his lips.

“So is that a yes for the date?” He chuckles, seeing the blush return to your skin.

“Yes,” You giggle.

“Perfect, now, do you need help setting up?” He tilts his head to indicate the display you were working upon.

“I do, actually.”

His hand moves from yours as you walk the few steps to the display, he tugs you back when you head towards the ladder.

“I am perfectly capable of lifting you up.” Loki gives you a pointed look and you giggle again.

“Alright, you may lift me up.” You shake your head, he always had caught your eye from the first moment he walked in as though stepping off of a runway in that all black suit.

Loki begins to roll up his sleeves discarding the dark navy jacket. His eyes gleam with mirth as your heart thuds erratic.

You sent a silent thank you up to the fates, because god damn.

“Did you know I can read minds?” He has this teasing edge to his voice and you hope he’s joking.

“I’m not kidding, Darling.” His voice is low and deep.

“Loki,” You breathe trying to calm your racing heart.

He takes your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I wouldn’t read your mind without consent, love.” He says with a smile.

“You absolute tease.” You shake you head, cheeks warming.

“Only yours, only for you.” His words hold more emotion than he would like, he knows you can hear the heaviness they carry.

You knew there was more to him than the press releases or what occurred in New York, you knew he carried something that he did not allow most to see.

You cup his cheek, “All mine,” You stroke his cheek, your free hand brings his hand to your cheek, “All yours.”

Loki blinks, eyes lacing with emotion, the warmth from your skin warming his heart.

“I wish I could explain better how those four words make me feel. Words, they cease me even though we are surrounded by endless tales and confessions of emotions.” He gazes into your eyes.

“I can understand, how difficult a lot of things must be for you, you don’t have to tell me everything, I wouldn’t demand that from you. Just know whenever you are ready, I’m here to listen.” You stand on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek, his hands move to grab your waist, helping you remain against him.

After the kiss you wrap your arms around his neck, he holds onto you, not letting go of the embrace.

Loki carries the scent of saffron, vanilla and a hint of oud. His hold tightens around you,

“I’ve got you.”

Three simple words and Loki cannot fathom hoe in just this short amount of time he trusts you to be this vulnerable, this open with you, this needy with you.

As he retreats from the hug, setting you back down carefully you hold his hand to line up your now filled in coloured soulmate marks, he understands.

You smile up at him, not demanding him to speak, allowing him to decide his next move, words, actions and he presses his lips to your cheek.

You smile, when he pulls away he seems relieved, lighter than before.

“Come, let me help you finish the display.” He leads you, knowing he can converse about anything and everything with you.

The conversation flows easily, you stay on the topic of literature as he helps you, his seiðr lifting books from the back to where you two were stood as he held you up.

The green glow leaving you in awe, hesitantly you move to brush your fingertips over it as the seiðr hols up a book, it feels soft, thrumming and somehow carries a bit of Loki.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, the seiðr then reaches out to move away your strand of hair, making you chuckle.

Loki smiles, your work is done earlier with his help and the customers begin to roll in, he stays by your side at the counter only stepping away to the nearest restaurant to bring in food for the break you were about to take.

When he finds you closing up earlier his brows furrow with worry, you smile at him, slightly easing his tensed shoulders.

“I want to spend the day with my soulmate, impromptu date.” Your hand reaches out, he grasps it, lacing your fingers through his own.

“Very well, I know just the place.” Loki grins, elated, leading you through the streets to lead you through the place for your very first date.

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

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