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nildespirandum · 2 years

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Lucille chooses to burn.

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Loki had seen absolutely to Laurel’s care and education as an Undead with an exactitude that bordered on the obsessive. He’d had to do it two times, due to what she liked to think of as a glitch in her personal matrix, since things hadn’t gone so well the first time. She understood every aspect of hunting, of feeding, of protecting herself from the sun, and loving the night twice over - for the sake of the day they never got to see as well as for itself.

She learned to govern and revel in her new speed and have an appreciation of the intricacy she could now see in everything from the structure of a leaf, to the workings of the old plumbing in their house which took a great deal of fussing with to produce the amount of hot water Loki required for his - again of obsessive - need for cleanliness. But he had never quite been able to get her used to being so damned strong.

Actually, Laurel thought, carefully hefting Mas’s limp, lanky body from where it sprawled across the faded Aubusson carpet and over her shoulders in a fireman’s carry, Loki obsessed over everything he cared about and was immediately bored with anything he wasn’t.

He was tall and skinny enough that she was able to all but wrap him around her shoulders like an exceptionally pretty shawl. “Don’t worry, kid,” Laurel said, patting his golden curls like she might a golden retriever, “we will get you out of here.”

He and Adam’s lady friend would be fine. Laurel was sure that Loki’s plan, the one she was certain he had to have even if he hadn’t shared it with her yet, would get the humans out. However, not being sure exactly what time it was in the real world, she wasn’t as confident about how well the rest of them would do.

There would be a high irony to the idea of the three of them busting out the two humans out of the Gothic maw of Allerdale Hall only to find it was high fucking noon and for them to promptly burst into flames that Laurel felt the universe would not be able to resist.

The door to the sitting room opened and Loki sped in, little more than a black-suited blur, and then slammed shut behind him.

“Did you figure out how to get us out of- what the hell?” Laurel interrupted herself.

Loki’s face was smudged, his impeccable suit was smoldering, and a bland disgruntlement twisted his thin lips, “We have three new problems.”

Laurel waited.

Loki straightened his jacket and cravat, and lifted a pale hand to tick off the points with his spidery fingers. “The first floor of this pile of imagination and rubbish is on fire, and there are no longer any doors.”

“And three?”

“If one looks out the windows we appear to be within a dark and formless void.”

“Then one is not going to look out of the windows. Or go downstairs. Do you at least know where Adam and Kay are?” One of the advantages of having no pulse or heartbeat was there was nothing to race or pound when things got bad.

“They should still be upstairs.”

“Upstairs, farther from the fire? Great, I love it, let's go there.”

Adam stood, long legs unfolding, and then reached down to give Kay a hand up, and then pulled her to him, his long arms wrapping her close, his nose nuzzling her hair, she rested her cheek against the quiet of his thin chest and for a moment they said and did nothing.

Then they both realized they probably shouldn’t waste anymore time, even if what they had been doing was far from wasting.

They were covered in streaks of dirt, and his hair was powdered grey with dust, and she had grit from the floor in a few places that she absolutely did not want grit but Kay had never been happier because she was able to say, with complete certainty-

“I told you ghosts were real!”

The profundity of Adam’s eye-roll was extraordinary even for him. “Really? That is what is important to you right now? That ghosts are real?”

Dusting off her hands with an exaggerated gesture she could feel herself not just beaming at him, but gloating, something that Kay didn’t like to do but felt she’d earned in this situation, “Yep. I recognise we have a lot of problems, but give me this. How often are you wrong about anything other than your living conditions? And I know, we have to find poor Mas, and those people you came with-”

“Vampires.”

“ Really? ”

“Not now, Kay.”

Yes, that could wait.

It would give her more time to come up with questions.

Pulling together her thoughts, Kay paced. As she did, she noticed that she was barefoot which she hated being anywhere other than at home or in Adam’s basement lair, so she made socks appear, and shoes, and because it would be silly to be naked other than ankle socks with small blue and green foxes on them and a pair of black and pink oxfords she also recreated underwear and a matching bra, a black and pink plaid skirt, a white poplin blouse with black buttons, and vest to match the skirt.

“Right. We have to find Mas and your vampires and get away from Lucille and hopefully it won’t be light outside when we leave for obvious reasons - we should tear down some of those tapestries from the hallway to cover the three of you up just in case - as well as -.”

Adam grabbed her arm, leaving dark streaks on her new blouse, and sounded wonderstruck. “How are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Making that schoolgirl uniform.”

There was a growl to his voice that was normally reserved for librarian naughtiness.

Kay looked down. Damn it! It did look like a schoolgirl uniform. She wasn’t that young anymore. She changed the plaid to plain black but left the shoes. “Oh, I am controlling reality, or what passes for reality, here. I think that Lucille made this place with her thoughts but because she was alone here it never occurred to her to password protect her verisimilitude. Or something like that. I figured it out while we were having sex. Now do you know where your- what are you doing? You look like you are having an aneurysm.”

Adam’s face was twisted, his teeth gritted so his fangs were cutting slightly into his full lower lip, his eyes were screwed shut, and his hands were in tight fists that would have left his knuckles white if he had any blood in them to begin with.

“I’m trying to make myself something to wear.”

“What? Or, sorry,” Kay was so used to Adam strolling around naked or all but naked she had forgotten that in this situation even he might like a shirt. Despite how nice it would be to see him in a suit or maybe a cardigan, she manifested a plain black t-shirt, a pair of jeans that probably should have been tossed out decades ago, and his favorite boots and leather jacket. She also pulled his hair back in a queue which he promptly shook out with a scowl.

“Why can’t I do that?”

“Because you are a vampire?”

“The woman who built this hell-hole is a … a….”

“You can say it.”

“Ghost,” he spat it out as if it tasted bad.

Kay patted his upper arm consolingly, “I know. It’s hard to change how we perceive the world as we get older. Which is also probably why you can’t do it.”

“Too certain of your philosophical correctness and your disbelief in the supernatural,” came a voice from the door, dark and impassive, almost bored.

Adam stepped between Kay and the entrance to the room.

The couple Kay had seen Adam arrive with were standing in the doorway, with poor Mas who was unconscious and slung over the woman’s shoulders. Now that they had shrugged off whatever Lucille did that convinced people they were characters in her melodrama it was clear to anyone who knew what they were looking at that they were vampires.

Scintillating with that same luminous darkness that Adam and his friend Marlowe had, wearing humanity as a costume, there was however something different about them.

Kay looked up at her lover, frowning, “Why do they have such normal hair?” while at the same moment the woman said, “Cute shoes, the house is on fire, and there is no way out.”

The male snorted and Adam scowled harder. Kay wasn’t sure at which.

Once she had feared fire. Everyone did, even more so in the past, when heat and light came with the risk of destruction. One of the only lessons she remembered learning from her mother was how to lay a safe fire with the massive fireplaces and small stoves that kept the northern winters at bay.

The house breathed through those fireplaces and flues and chimneys, and because she loved it she was ever careful to be certain it would breathe easy.

Yet no matter how careful of a student she had been, receiving the only approbation she’d ever gotten from the hag that spewed her forth at how well she kindled a blaze, it was fire that had consumed her. It had destroyed her home, her cave, her nest, her little safe hole within the vast loneliness of the world, the where that was what she was, the only place where there was comfort and hiding and Thomas.

When he ran from her, with that weak, pitiable, crippled girl who could no more understand or deserve him than she could walk unaided, when he ran from their home, from her, she had welcomed the bullet that had missed every broken piece of her heart. Instead she had fallen, pierced through the lung, not yet dead, and lay with her burns cooled by the red clay beneath Allerdale Hall. Wrapped safely within it until the fire cooked the clay, and then Lucille, encasing her, taking the last of her breath, making her part of Crimson Peak itself.

Fire took them, and then fire remade her. As she burned, Lucille became light and heat and over time they became the strength that was found in hearthfire and inferno.

Perhaps it was all just an illusion, another lie she told herself, Allerdale beautiful, filled with music and laughter and love, a lie she told herself that could not be sustained, she wondered, as she walked through the library, gently touching the gowns and jackets of her guests, who nodded with appreciation as they took light and burned torch-bright in the darkness.

Running her fingers over the keys of her beloved piano, tracing fire with her fingertips so hot that the wires within sprung with dissonance that Lucile danced to alone, she knew she did not care if it was a lie. It was her life and it had again been stolen from her.

This time, she would not burn alone.

This time Alice would burn, and Thomas - the real Thomas and not that pretty bauble of a boy - would know what it was to be alone.

And so she ascended the stairs, her footsteps making the wood smoke and char.

Loki had taken the still unconscious Sharpe scion from Laurel and laid him on the settee that Adam and his little paramour had clearly ignored with their reunion fuck, based on state of the dust on the floor. As he did so the women took care of the introduction, when he heard his name he turned and gave a slight bow.

Then he explained what had happened.

“Why would Lucille decide to burn her own house down? I don’t understand. It’s pretty clear she is obsessed with this place.” Kay said, frowning cutely. “And is it the real house that is on fire, or the one she made up?”

“We have to assume it's both of them,” Adam said, which Loki agreed with in silence as he slowly circled the room, whilst really only circling Kay, intrigued.

Everything about her was rather adorable if one could tolerate that sort of thing, from the shoes Laurel had admired to that little frown. Her stick straight blonde hair was squeaky clean and her outfit looked brand new and perfectly ironed. She was also taking the current madness with an aplomb that he found admirable as well as unlikely.

He had questions about all of that, however before he could ask them Adam snapped, “Oh, I am guessing that someone decided to fuck with her rather than keep his head down so we could sneak the fuck out of this shithole.” Turning, he gave Loki a wrathful look that would have been amusing under other circumstances - he knew that he could defeat Adam handily enough yet the musician had a vicious streak that would make it interesting - and kicked a hole straight through an armoire filled with art supplies.

Laurel crossed her arms and looked at him. Askance. It was an expression he had been used to seeing long since, from her and others. Kay put her arm around Adam but also gave him a reproachful look. He mouthed ‘sorry’ to her, and Loki felt both affection and mild nausea at the sight.

Through his thin shoe leather, through the rug, and the sturdy floor, he was certain he felt heat rising. They were running out of time, a thing that his kind should always have more of.

“I did, perhaps, beard the beast in her lair, as it were, but I was also trying to distract her from yon fair faced youth long enough for you to deal with him, min kona . Members of the Sharpe family irk me terribly. They overstep.” Turning on his heel he looked at Kay, “Would you mind, I find this suit reeks of singed wool. And whilst my Laurel looks lovely in that gown, she might desire something more practical. Unlike us, she is more like your sulky lover and disinterested in fashion.”

A moment later, he wore a modern, slim cut suit, also in black, with a deep violet silk tie and matching pocket square, while Laurel was dressed in a pair of blue leggings, a large grey sweater, and trainers.

The sweater was cashmere, so that was at least something.

“How did you know she could do that?” Adam asked.

“I knew someone had to have done it, and I knew it wouldn’t be you. Playing with the primordial forces of reality would go against your strictly boring philosophical outlook.”

“He didn’t even believe in ghosts,” Kay piped up, earning glare from Adam, “until now.”

“Also, Lucille has made your lover the villain of her little story. The place holder for someone she hates drastically. Considers her mortal enemy, which is a position of no small power. I surmise that level of hate has caused some of the lady of the manor’s power to bleed into Kay, will she or nil she.”

“She thinks she’s Alice Meadows-Sharpe.”

“The painter?” Laurel asked. “Well, at least she thinks you are someone cool. That nude of her husband? Amazing, and hot .”

Kay nodded, “I know, right? He was so-”

Her enthusiasm was quelled under Adam’s glare, whilst Loki considered if perhaps he could recreate the famous work of art for Laurel’s delectation, since she seemed so enthused.

“So wait, if Kay here can do basically what Lucille can do then she can make doors, right, and even make something outside, yes?” Laurel looked excited at the prospect. “Also, thank you for the clothes,” she added to Kay.

“I can make a door. I can probably make a lot of doors. I watch those home improvement shows all of the time. I am hoping to get a midcentury modern of my own at some point,” Kay confided.

Loki fought snorting at the idea of Adam in such a dwelling and instead motioned towards Mas, still blissfully unaware of his potential future as charcoal.

“Hopefully. Right now I think we need to move towards the downstairs, fire or not, and try out our Miss Kay’s abilities, for I am certain time is not on our side. Adam, get Thomas, will you?”

“What do you mean make something outside?” Adam asked, as he hefted His Lordship over his shoulders none too gently.

Before Loki could answer, the door to the studio opened again, slamming against the wall, so every painting in the room fell from the walls, wood breaking, canvas tearing, and flame curled in around the frame like grasping hands.

Within the frame of fire Lucille stood, her gown no longer red satin, but rather writhing sheets of fire winding about her, her dark masses of hair now mimicked by smoking pouring from her scalp, when she spoke her tongue was a lick of flame.

Her face… her face was a horror of burns and keloids and in places where her skin had burned away even her skull was embedded with sparks.

Loki threw up a hand to spare his eyes from the painful brightness of her, pulling Laurel to him, pushing her face against his chest.

Whatever words she directed to Kay, who she flowed towards with the grace of the element itself, were garbled and spit out with clots of smoke and burning meat. With such speed that even Loki could not see him move, Adam was between them, holding Mas Sharpe by his neck like a doll, thrusting his limp body toward Lucille.

“Try it and I’ll pull his head right the fuck off his neck.”

With eyes that were all but boiling out of her face, Lucille did not bother to look at the young man, her eyes were for Kay alone, and she laughed, a horrible, choking cough. She reached out with her burning touch towards the boy, who Adam quickly tossed away, back to the scant safety of the lounge he’d been on before.

Clearly she was no longer under the illusion that this Thomas was her Thomas, even if she still seemed to see Alice in Kay.

From everywhere around them the house groaned in pain as glass shattered in windows that bowed and gave in the heat, furniture cracked and fell under its own weight as the legs burned out from under heavy, ancient pieces, the roof moaned and its tiles fell and shattered, and scorching air ripped through the system of flues and chimneys with a sound like the wail of a woman being murdered.

Lifting her hands, fingers arched as if to play Mozart, Lucille pulled at the fire that played about her, dressed her, filled her, and her hands turning to face each other, a ball of flame formed between them, growing larger and larger as she slowly drew her hands farther and farther apart, all of the while speaking in that unintelligible manner.

Loki saw Adam’s hair and clothing begin to smolder, and noted with some concern his were as well. Laurel struggled free of him, turning to face Lucille, eyes blinking in the smoke but ready to fight.

And Kay?

He was astonished, a rare sensation for Loki, that she seemed to understand what Lucille was saying. She crossed her arms and spoke in a snippy, pedantic tone, “That is all well and good, but this ISN’T your house, is it? It’s his.”

She nodded towards the burning door, and from behind the swirling smoke and sparks a voice, clear and deep as the dark water that pooled in the Cumbria hills could be heard, speaking in tones of sad reproach.

“Oh, Lucille, what have you done to yourself?”

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artforkuponuts · 1 year

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Super excited to post the art for my Thorki Big Bang 2022 entry! It's a companion piece to This Wonderful Fic called "In The Winter Woods" by @darklittlestory !! It's a Cabin in The Woods AU~ Seriously it's got horror, witty humor, steamy sexual tension, and unconventional use of taxidermy!!

#loki #mogs art #thorki #thor #jane foster #jane x darcy #darcy x jane #thor x loki #horror au #thorki fanfic #at this point im spamming tags #cabin in the woods #thorki big bang #thorki big bang 2022

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pokegalla · 10 months

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Here comes the paranormal trio! (For FolkloreTale)

They investigate paranormal activities…..but they don’t know that their teammates are entities themselves!

Tao (Horror) is a Taotie

Duiel (Dust) is a fallen angel

Loki (Killer) is an imp

#my writing #undertale au #FolkloreTale #murder trio #dust sans #murder sans #horror sans #killer sans #Tao!Horror #Duiel!Dust #Loki!Killer #traditional drawing #my drawing

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miyomiikonran · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 4

Here we go a bit early, as I have to go to work tomorrow and I can bet I won't be as alive in the morning :')

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Today's theme: Dead on your feet

Chosen prompt: Waking up disoriented

Universe: Criminal au

Character/s: Hoshi (mentioned: her family created mostly by @ironic-artist and Lathia by @purple-hurricane-art)

Word count: ~930

Tw: Nightmare with a bit of body horror, emotional distress

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Night is supposed to be a time of rest, time to recover your strength as you're about to face the challenges that will come with the next day. It's even more true, when since you became a teenager, for more than half of your life, you've been tangled in messy "family business"... It's not like you don't love them, exactly the opposite, your love towards them is limitless and you would do everything to make sure your brothers and sisters are well and happy. Same goes for your beloved dad and uncle you always could count on. However... Where do you draw the line, between them and your own life and future?

Hoshi knew those struggles very well. Since their mom passed away when she was only 12 y.o., responsibility of looking after 5 of her siblings fell mostly in her hands, only expanding as years went by, especially in the context of their father's long-term depression. Then, there was their "business"... Illegal firearm dealing. She never suspected as a kid that her father's interest in them and willingness to share that hobby by teaching all of his children how to shoot and everything that inclined like cleaning, storage, proper knowledge about all important parts- would turn out to have bigger explanation than his eccentric nature. But she wasn't called "daddy's girl" for nothing... She took pride in being capable, in following in her father's footsteps and being able to protect everyone she cared for so much. Even if it meant spread of the violence.

But something changed. She could feel it tonight more than ever, her breath uneven, heart beating way too fast in her chest and mind still clouded from the sudden nightmare that woke her up. Only thing that helped to ground herself was a little soft groan that came from her husband sleeping on the other side of the bed, still very close to her, just like they fell asleep. She looked at him warmly and pet waves of messy locks surrounding his sleepy face.

Deep breath in and out... After concentrating a bit, she recalled her nightmare. It all started innocently, just some version of one of the blurry memories she had from before their mom passed away. Just them together, playing hide and seek, cheerfully running around, looking for hiding places, laughing... But after some time, when she turned around the corner, she saw their mom, laying on the ground, lifeless. She could've been maybe 10 in that dream... But when she came closer, she suddenly felt and looked like a young adult instead. Her mother's body started to bleed uncontrollably, red substance pouring out her mouth, nose, eyes, even her chest despite having no visible injuries. She could hear herself screaming, helpless, fear going through every bone in her body, freezing her in place. And then... What really woke her up was her mother's corpse moving, grabbing her by her shoulders with an iron grasp and screaming, so unnaturally, her voice completely unfamiliar to what she remembered. "Liar!", "Traitor!", "Look what you've done to them!", forcing her to look behind herself, only to see the rest of her family scattered around with gunshot wounds in different parts of their bodies. All of them, their easygoing uncle, her not that much younger twin brothers, her sweet, almost inseparable, much younger sisters and of course...their youngest brother, just a fragile teen. But what really scared her the most, was their father, with a pistol in his hand, like if he... She shook her head rapidly to send that vision away from herself, wiping tiny tears that started forming underneath her eyelids.

No. That's just a bad dream. Something that never could've happened... Some absurd vision created by her imagination... She just hasn't had enough rest lately. But she couldn't help but feel tight in her chest. She just couldn't shake that bad feeling, that this dream could actually be a bad omen. It was so real... And its timing couldn't just be a coincidence.

In fact, she didn't have enough rest lately because she had problems sleeping. There was one thing that was on her mind... Actually, it was something Lathia, her husband suggested. Sure, it was said not fully serious at first, like a romantic flirt, but it couldn't go away no matter how much she tried to shush it somewhere deep.

"With you I could run away at the end of the world if it meant you would be safe and happy." he said, looking lovingly into her eyes, "Away from all your problems, away from this cruel reality." She remembered exactly what she said back then. "But what about our family?". She was already used to saying "their" instead of "her" family... Lathia was a part of it, even if it was hard at the start, her father accepted him as his son-in-law. But he only replied "What about you? And a family of our own...?"

She didn't answer. She still wasn't able to, even if it's been weeks. Very...serious weeks. Does she have to choose? Is it really how it would be? Her thoughts got interrupted when she spotted some movement on her left and then could feel her husband's arm going around her waist, his turquoise eyes looking up at her, still half-asleep.

- Ish everythin fine? - just as sleepy question fell off his lips, making her smile just a bit and so she laid down again, giving him a lil kiss on the forehead.

- Now it is. - "for now", she added in her thoughts.

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This little story describes a starting point of an alternative version of this universe we have been thinking about with @purple-hurricane-art. Hoshi is very loving and loyal towards her family, through good and bad moments, putting them higher than anything else, often including her own comfort, fatigue or safety. However, situation becomes more complicated when she and Lathia are starting to plan their own family, as the "family business" means putting their future children in this messy, risky and plainly dangerous situation. Therefore, Hoshi's unmovable stance starts to suffer and her confidence starts to crumble... Even if she's aware Lathia's doubts are valid, she still feels guilty for even considering this kind of option. What will she choose in the end? Who knows.

#whumptomber2022 #no.4 #dead on your feet #waking up disoriented #whumptober #october #oc-tober #criminal au #tw. nightmare #tw. body horror #tw. emotional distress #hoshi #lathia #luca #loki #kiri and nori #akira #aya #yuu

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 12 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Summary : Steve brings some trouble. Your relationship with Loki grows even deeper.

Warning: Steamy stuff, 18+, discussion of rape, discussion of threesomes and poly relationships, sexual abuse, gaslighting, cheating, mention of Suicide, discussion of mental illness, therapy please read carefully. If something triggers you please don’t read it.

When you woke up that morning you found him in the kitchen. He was shirtless, his hair was tied in a bun, few strands adorning his face in a delicate manner like always, his trousers hung low at his waist and you felt your thoughts drifting again. The urge to get close to him was intense but as soon as he was in such a close proximity you felt threatened, you couldn't go forward no matter how much you wanted.

"Good morning darling" you snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his sultry deep voice, you couldn't help but wonder how wonderful it would feel to wake up to his voice everyday.

"Sorry I didn't mean to pry and stare like a creep" you squeezed your eyes and crossed your arms as you walked towards him, it was a cold morning and you wanted to stay in bed all bundled up, the school was closed today so you were very happy about that prospect.

"It's alright love, I know I'm very pleasing to look at" he winked at you and your face flushed, a shirt appeared on his body as he clicked his fingers then the green shawl he had conjured for you before appeared as well so he walked towards you and draped it around you, he leaned down to kiss you forehead before he stepped away from you.

"Thank you loki" you mumbled softly and he nodded, you asked him if he had a spare toothbrush so he conjured one and gave it to you, you had no idea if he needed to do all those thing, you had never seen him using the bathroom when he was with you but you knew he showered at least, sometimes you wondered if he even needed that because he always smelled divine, a mix of sandalwood and lemongrass, both scents made you feel comforted and at home.

After using the bathroom you wrapped the shawl around you again, there were fluffy slippers placed outside the door so you put it on too and made your way back to the kitchen then you hopped on the kitchen counter.

"Do you really have to cook, can't you just magic it ?" You asked him and he chuckled,

"That would be quite rude of me to do that, that's not how one should treat a beautiful lady now is it?" He asked you and you smiled, you loved the fact that he was making an effort, you still didn't understand your relationship with him, when you came here you considered him a friend but after everything he has told you, you just didn't know where you two were at.

"I ummm I just don't want you to think that you have to be liable for me all the time, I don't want to be a burden..I mean don't you want to go back home and be with your own people?" He stopped whatever he was doing and walked towards you, your breathing quickened immediately the more he closed the distance between you two but you didn't feel scared of him, there was a part of you that had come to truly believe that he won't hurt you. He placed his arms on the counter and leaned into you slightly, your gaze fell down automatically as that happened. You felt so alive around him. So shy, so timid like a schoolgirl with a silly crush on the man of your dreams.

"I do not have much over there, the people you speak of aren't my people anymore"

"Ummm what about your mother?"

"We are not on speaking terms for now"

"Ohhh I'm so sorry" you wanted to ask him what happened but you didn't want to be overbearing or nosey. He had told you enough already yesterday.

"You're not a burden to me, trust me darling if there was any hesitation on my behalf I wouldn't be here right now" you looked up at him and you could see the sincerity in his eyes, nobody has ever made you feel important like this before, sure you made friends along the way but nobody was there for you when they hurt you, when they tried to tell you that you were insane and there was no truth to your claims, when your world turned upside down your friends were the first ones to leave

"It may not feel that way to you but I enjoy your company very much and being with you here is very…calming for my soul " your eyes teared up as he said that and your arms flung around his neck, then you hugged him as tightly as you could. He sighed in response and it wasn't a sigh of annoyance but more of relief, he wasn't lying to you, he did feel calm and fulfilled around you, he never thought it was possible for him to develop a relationship like this with a mere mortal.

"You make me feel calm too Loki and I haven't had that feeling since the…since the accident" you mumbled softly as you pulled away and he furrowed his brows, he wished he could have done something to change your past but he wasn't the God of time.

Before things could escalate further he stepped away from you and finished the breakfast, after you had eaten you decided to get back to your place, on the way you noticed the scratch marks on the floor in his living room and it made you curious

"What happened? It wasn't there yesterday"

"Ahhh just some wild creature, do not worry about it, I scared it away" he chuckled and you couldn't help but smile, his smile truly was contagious. After you showered, you wanted to go for a walk on the beach, you wanted to ask Loki but you didn't feel comfortable enough so you went by yourself.

You had just started to enjoy the feeling of sand beneath your feet when you saw Steve approaching you, there was no one else on the beach and it kind of made you scared, you looked at the watch and it was hardly around 1 pm but the weather was dark, cloudy and had its typical slumber island gloominess. You had the shawl wrapped around you tightly and your own nails were digging in your own arms because of the way you felt around him.

"How are you y/n?" He asked you so you smiled politely.

"I'm good Steve, how are you??"

"I'm good, it gets a bit lonely here don't you think?" he said to you and you hummed in response, maybe you could have related with that if you actually were lonely but you weren't. Not anymore.

"Yeah I mean..not many people here around our age I guess" you mumbled and he stepped closer to you which instantly made you take a step back, he looked decent today, he smelled good too but you knew you couldn't trust a man like him.

"That's a shame really, I don't remember when was the last time I had sex you know" he chuckled and it made you even more uncomfortable, why would he talk about sex when he knew of your history?

"Ohh sorry baby, it must bother you after ..you know..that awful tragedy. You poor thing, has any man wanted to be with you since the incident?" You couldn't believe your ears as he said that, you knew you couldn't have trusted that fake smile of his. You turned around to leave and he caught up to you and stood in front of you which heightened all your senses.

"Look I'm sorry I'm just nervous, truth is I like you alot and I just want to spend some time with you..can we do that?" He asked you and he could tell you were getting irritated but he also knew that you were scared of him. Good thing he thought, the more scared you are, the easier it would be for him to manipulate you later.

You thought about Loki but he wasn't there, you couldn't see him there, he wasn't going to save you like he had promised to.

"No thank you, get out of my way" you glared at him and he was going to touch you when you took several steps backwards before you ran to the other side, it had started to rain heavily and you had dropped the shawl somewhere. You felt angry, so angry in the moment, not just with Steve but also Loki. He said he'd always be there when you needed him so where was he? Steve could have hurt you.

Steve followed you for a while as he called out your name but the closer you got to your house the farther he went away from you. You were drenched in the rain from head to toe and the wiser thing to do would have been to go home and make yourself a warm cup of coffee but you never had any control over your emotions when you were angry.

Before you could reach his house, he already had his door opened so you stormed inside, he knew you ran all the way from the beach, your dress was soaked, you were dripping water in the middle of his living room and you seemed extremely furious.

"Where were you?" You asked him as you stepped closer to him, your eyes were burning red with tears of frustration.

"I was there darling"

"No you weren't there ..you are a liar, and you are just playing me, he could have hurt me and you weren't there were you?" You raised your voice and he sighed, he didn't want you to be upset with him but maybe you needed to let all the pent up feelings of anger out and if it was him who was supposed to take the brunt of it then be it.

"I am always there with you, you just can't see me" you snickered as he said that.

"Ohhh really? So at what point were you going to barge in and hurt him? When he would have put his hands on me? or you were waiting for him to rape me too?" By the time you were done speaking the sobs had settled in and you broke down immediately, his eyes teared up as well so he walked closer to you.

"I wouldn't let him touch you, I promised you hmm? I was there..I'm always there with you whenever you'd need me"

You shook your head as you looked down, your anger was misplaced, you knew that, the verbal breakdown you just had left you feeling embarassed to the core.

"I'm sorry" you sobbed as you apologized to him, he has been nothing but kind to you and you have been nothing but rude to him at several times.

Your cries prickled his heart because he knew that Steve was just the tip of the iceberg, the rest of them wanted to hurt you even worse.

"Just calm down my darling girl, no need to apologize alright?" he placed his hands around your arm and pulled you closer to him so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him, one of his arms circled around your waist while the other one held your head.

"I'm sorry loki..I didn't mean to yell..I'm so sorry" you mumbled between the kiss and he took a few steps back until he hit the wall, then he picked you up easily and your legs wrapped around his waist, he was holding you in a manner that gave you leverage over him and you had to keep your head down so you could kiss him. Your hands sneaked inside his shirt and he moaned as he felt your nails caressing his skin.

He should have been the gentleman, he should have stopped you and comforted you, he definitely shouldn't have had filthy images of you underneath him as he'd make love to you but it was all there, he couldn't control it anymore, he didn't think he even wanted to. As you pulled away to breathe his lips latched onto your neck, he sucked the droplets of rain water off your skin slowly and your head rolled back as you felt the wave of sensations building up inside you.

"Couch please" you mumbled in his ears and he immediately complied. You sat down right on his crotch and the friction made you both moan loudly,

"Goddd sorry I'm drenched" you mumbled hurriedly and he couldn't help but smirk

"Are you?"

You didn't reply with words, you kissed him instead. As your hips rolled on top of him, he was cautious of your reactions, he didn't want to startle you right now, he wanted you to feel safe about what you were doing so he allowed you to take this the way you wanted and needed at the moment.

"Ohhh God that feels good" you moaned and he hummed in response, his arms wrapped around your body but you put them away quickly, then you linked his fingers with yours and placed them over his head

"Keep them there okay?" your voice sounded firm and he was completely captivated. That's when he knew what you needed, you needed control in moments like this, you didn't have control of your body after the accident and when that horrible monster forced himself upon you, you couldn't do anything about it, you didn't have any control over them.

"Yesss love, I will do whatever you want and need from me, just touch me please" his arms sprawled over the head of the couch and as you sucked several little kisses on his neck you felt him hardening underneath you, his warmth rubbed against your core as you kept grinding on him slowly.

"Godd this feels good..so good" you moaned as the sensations grew with every roll of your hips, the sounds he kept making only fuelled the fire that was burning in you.

"Norns my love..you truly are ravishing" he moaned along with you and you humped against him until the dam broke inside you, you haven't had an orgasm in a long time and the release made you scream his name out loud. He couldn't take his eyes off you, whatever he had imagined at nights in the past few weeks were nothing compared to how ethereal you looked amidst the height of pleasure.

As soon as you came back to your senses he noticed your flushed look and bashfulness making its way back into your demeanor.

"Ummm you…you did not..I.."

"It's okay, Don't worry about it love" you bit on your lower lip as he said that, you figured it would take a hell lot more than just humping to make a god cum.

"I was really close and no I'm not lying to you" you smiled a little at the courtesy, he just knew whatever was bothering you at the moment somehow. You got off his lap after you kissed him one more time.

"Ummm I should go change my clothes?"

"Want to stay here?" He asked you and you fiddled on your spot. You really wanted to stay "You can wear my clothes"

"Okay" you mumbled quickly and that made him smile, he could have easily dried you using the magic but that would have meant that he wouldn't get to see you in his clothes so he took his chances. He didn't know what would happen to you two once he gets you out of here.

In the shower, your fingers traced every inch of your skin, you could still feel his body against you, you could still feel his touch on your skin and his lips on yours.

He had given you the maroon shirt of his and a black trouser, you were drowning in his clothes but you looked adorable like always. He was making tea for you so you walked closer to him and hugged him from behind, he had taken the shirt off and even changed his pants, you didn't have to wonder why. His bare skin felt soothing and he shivered as you placed soft kisses on his back.

"I'm sorry Loki, I didn't mean to hurt you…I just..I got really scared and I couldn't see you and–" your eyes teared up so he turned around and cupped your cheeks,

"And I understand that, you don't have to apologize, okay?"

"Why are you so kind to me..what did I even do to have you?..I mean I'm not even that special"

"Don't say that, you're one of your kind, there can never be someone who'd exactly be like you" you smiled as he said that. He noticed the sullen look on your face and he couldn't tolerate that in the slightest.

"What's bothering you sweetheart?"

"I dropped the shawl you gave me somewhere on the way, I really wanted to keep it, it was soo warm and ...ummm fluffy" your eyes teared up so he kissed your forehead and then he clicked his fingers, you had the shawl wrapped around your body instantly. You couldn't stop smiling after that and after enjoying the tea he had made, you laid down on his bed, he took his place next to you so you clasped your fingers with him, that made him feel all fuzzy, he remembered he used to feel this way with her all the time before their relationship crumbled down and became nasty.

He couldn't help but wonder what It would be like to go to bed with you every night. To have someone like you who he knew won't hurt him the way she did.

He turned his head to look at you so you leaned into him and then you kissed him passionately.

That day couldn't have ended on a bad note, or that's what you had thought and of course every time you felt your life could get back to being normal it only got more complicated, you got a call from Phil that your therapist Stephen was waiting on the dock to see you.

But he wasn't alone, he brought someone with him. Someone you never wanted to see again.

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petite-madame · 3 months

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just so you know, it’s very obvious to actual artists that you’re posting AI and then lying that you’ve done it all by hand. kind of embarrassing, and more than a little fucked up.

Hi anon

This kind of nonsense usually ends up in the trash with a laugh but as it's my first "your art is AI", let's go! (It was just a matter of time, as practically all my artist friends got this kind of messages at this point)

it’s very obvious to actual artists...

Actual artists ? You mean, like me, a professional illustrator in her 40s, who has started drawing at the age of 8 and who has been drawing with a consistant art style for the past 15 years (with some improvements, thank god 🤓) ? People like you have accused me of tracing using tracing paper when I was a kid, tracing in Photoshop 15 years ago when I started to post on the internet and now my art is "AI". I should be used to it by now: when I posted this one 14 YEARS AGO, people told me it was traced and that "I wasn't a real artist, actual artists could tell"

I've consistently posted step by step, WIPs, vids, reels, gifs, shown the number of layers I use by art (sometimes more than 100) but apparently, it's never enough. And my art is AI generated ? Which one ?

So much for the Loki one, I apologize for the 0,3%…

Which is also funny is that fans of Supernatural, Good Omens, Sherlock, etc…have been able to say exactly which reference pictures I used for each drawing, not only for faces but sometimes also for the pose and the clothing (because yes, omg, I use reference pictures, the horror 😲)

However if you want to talk about my technique, and I've never hidden it, I sometimes use photos or 3D models for backgrounds because I hate drawing backgrounds. For instance the background of the Superwholock one is composed of a couple of stock pictures (a pub).

Same for a "Sherlock Harry Potter AU" I'll post in a month or so: some parts oh Hogwarts are screenshots from the movie because I didn't feel like drawing a room full of students.

Also, is there sometimes mistakes in my art that don't make sense ? Yes, nothing new, I make mistakes, I've been doing it for years and I still do it, particularly when it comes to anatomy. I want to pull my hair out when I notice them weeks (sometimes months) later but here we are.

Anyway, people like you who throw "it's AI" accusations all over the Internet better think twice because the result is this.

Don't get me wrong, I get the AI paranoia but instead of sending messages to artists like this one, ask kindly about their process, their technique, etc…and also, have a look at their archive, it could help.

I'm leaving you now, I have AI art to generate (= spending 10 hours per drawing using reference pictures, finding inspiration from classical painting, using about 100 layers and stressing about the art not being good enough).

Have a great weekend!

#pmasks #my first “it's AI”#a change from “you trace” and death threats I suppose

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fluffyfantasticducky · 6 months

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How to Cure Pains and Heartaches

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: After such a bitter end, Loki has no choice but to fade away. To his surprise he awakens in bed where he will be taken care of. Why? What do they want of him? Who's that lovely mortal?

☆ Word Count: 6,266

☆ Notes: Loki being a swooning darling, he's recovering from injuries in a fix it AU where he survives the attack on the Statesman and he gets to live on earth.

☆ Warnings: Mention of Loki's trauma and torture courtesy of the Mad Titan, fuck you Thanos. Mention of gaining weight (but it isn't given a negative conotation).

No one could deny Loki had gone through a lot of stuff, simply his Asgardian nature and the amount of exposure he had had with war from a young age would (rightfully) horrify most Midgardians, plus the pressure of being royalty and the responsibility it demanded with him.

In retrospect, Loki always knew his amount of responsibility were no way near as high as Thor’s, which allowed Loki to get some relief by following his nature as God of Mischief. But still: meetings, war council, royal balls, and in general trying to keep an image of perfection to most of Asgard other than Thor’s group and his parents who truly knew of Loki’s more playful nature, it was quite draining.

And that was before the true horrors.

That one trip to Jotunheim had been the source of over a decade of disgrace. Knowing all that battle would cause, he never would’ve let those three other Jotuns into the vaults of Valaskjalf.

After that, it was tragedy after tragedy. And the worst of them happened in the Sanctuary II.

At first, he thought some bounty hunters had recognized him, given they seem to know who he was, and the only reason they spared his life was because it would be about a matter of time until they’d bargain his life with Odin.

But after several months where he was starved, and his only contact was to be tortured, where the Black Order tore his body apart bit by bit, breaking bones, tearing skin only to throw him back into an isolation cell, where all that kept him together was his pride and the thought that Heimdall could see him and start a rescue mission, thing he learned years later couldn’t be done.

And when he didn’t cave in, they shattered his mind as well, using the Mind Stone on his scepter, giving him no choice but to submit. Everything bad in his life prior to that point seemed to be blissful field trip.

And for many years later he thought he would spend the rest of his life suffering to atone to the horrors he unleashed onto Jotunheim and New York. And by the time the Sanctuary II intercepted the Asgardian escape ship on its way to Earth, and he felt himself fading from reality… nothing had proved him otherwise.

At least he had protected his brother…

…

Who would’ve thought that the next time he opened his eyes he would be laying in a hospital bed, flowers by his ankles and a cervical collar? He had a thousand questions. Where was he? Who brought him there? Why had he been saved? Why couldn’t they let him just die?

Just when he thought it was another round of the same type of torture the Black Order inflicted on him, the door opened… Only about a few hours after waking up, and just in time when his stomach started growling.

The first time he saw you, you felt like a vision. Beautiful and most of it all, kind.

“Loki how are you feeling?” you smiled at him, as you stepped inside the room with a tray of warm food. The smell made his mouth water. “Were you waiting for long? Sorry, I didn’t hear you wake up.”

Loki was quietly staring at you. Not only because his throat was dry, but because he had no idea who you were or what were your intentions.

But you didn’t seem bothered by his silence. You just let out a little chuckle.

“You seem more active today” you smiled, “Usually you can only stay awake for a few seconds. Are you hungry?”

Loki wanted to be proud and say nothing, but his body’s needs were stronger, and a rather loud growl of his stomach gave it away how hungry he was, making his cheeks flare up in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I would be hungry too if I hadn’t eaten anything in 5 years” you spoke compassionately, but with a hint of humor.

5 years?!?

“How long have I been here?” he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse beyond recognition, and it hurt to speak.

“Oh, you poor thing, you must be thirsty” you said as you reached his food tray and grabbed a cup of water with a straw and placed it just before his lips. “About your question, a few weeks, a Stark satellite detected a faint life signal and Thor went to find you.”

You spoke in such a humane manner that Loki couldn’t help but lower his guard a bit, and he opened his mouth as you helped him drink.

The water was cold and fresh, it felt so relieving that he couldn’t hold back a sigh when he finished drinking, that only happened when the cup was empty.

You let out a soft giggle at the sight of him. It was then that he recognized you, sort of.

He vaguely remembered your laugh, it was faint, but if he pushed himself to think about it, it was there. He never saw your face, but the sound was familiar, so he concluded it must have been previous visits while he was still unconscious.

It was a pretty sound… innocent, pure.

“You mentioned my brother…” Loki asked. “Is he…?”

As he made his question, you set a table before him and the tray on top of it. It was a huge bowl of soup, and one of mashed potatoes. His stomach growled once again.

“Thor has been visiting you every day practically without exception” you told him. “He talks to you, keeps you updated about his life. Last week he came with Doctor Foster, it seems they started seeing each other again. But we’ve notified him you’re finally awake.”

You sat beside him on the edge of the bed and grabbed the spoon on the tray and started feeding him the soup. It was so warm, and the flavor was rich, that his eyes started watering. What cruel trick was all this kindness? When would this all go South?

His forming tears didn’t go unnoticed, and you cupped his face, your soft fingers caressing his cheeks to clean his tears.

“You don’t have a fever, does it hurt anywhere?” you asked.

“No… I feel per—” he choked on his words, “I feel perfectly fine… all things considered.”

“I’ll monitor your reflex later, but first focus on eating” you said gently. “You need to regain your strength.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, he was so hungry that if he had had more strength, he would just hold the bowl and chug it all down. By the time he was onto the mashed potatoes he was a lot stronger, the second meal was just as tasty, seasoned just right to make him want to keep eating until his stomach popped.

He even let out a soft little breathy burp, which made you giggle again.

“Don’t eat so fast!” you scolded him with a happy tone.

He found it in himself to laugh softly along with you.

“5 years without food, I remind you” he joked back. “I’ll eat as fast as I can.”

“You were blipped 5 years... you didn’t age a day.”

“Blipped?”

You spent the next few minutes filling him in what had happened. Thanos won, and half of the universal population vanished, for them it was only a few minutes at most… while the rest of the universe aged 5 years. Five years, where everyone thought he was dead, where he was dead.

Now, Loki wanted to cry. The amount of relief that washed over him made him rest back.

“Finally… I’m free…” he sighed. “It’s over… he’s gone…”

He tried covering his eyes when he noticed the sting coming from his left arm, he noticed a cast neatly wrapped around it.

“Your neck injury was the most concerning, but your arm and ankle were badly wounded as well” you explained, and he noticed another cast covering his foot from arch to his ankle. “Although your foot is mostly healed by now.”

He put some attention to his bandaged foot and wiggled his toes, which thank the gods responded perfectly.

“It’s a bit itchy” Loki pointed out.

“I’m pretty sure that’s normal” you chuckled and grabbed a pencil from your pocket, and sneaked it in his cast, and scratched his sole. “Here.”

But the touch, while it somewhat alleviated the itch, it had an unexpected tickly feeling that caused Loki to yelp and jerked his foot back.

“Hehe-hey!” he giggled.

“I’m sorry” you apologized with a soft chuckle.

“You’re lucky I’m too weakened to put a dagger to your throat” Loki spoke, but he noticed he couldn’t get rid of the amusement in his voice.

“Perhaps I should take the chance to really make you laugh then.” You smiled, twirling the pencil on your fingers. “Given you can’t do anything to stop me.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Loki blurted out, “If you even dare to… to…”

He felt his cheeks flush. It had been so long since he had been tickled, it felt silly, plus he was quite vulnerable right now.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to upset you” you assured him, “…yet.”

You let out another soft laugh at the indignation in his face.

“Do you not know the consequences of crossing me?” Loki asked, “Are you that ignorant of the capabilities of the God of Mischief? I have terrorized this realm, Midgard bows before my power! I could finish you with a single hand.”

“What would you get out of it?” you asked bluntly. “You live here now; you would only lose.”

He looked at you and opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Not only was he too weak right now to even keep that threat, but truly besides that little tickle you had been nothing to but kind to him, and even that had been with the intention to help him.

“Do you truly not fear me?” Loki asked after another moment of silence.

“Should I?” you asked with a happy smile.

Perhaps he found that little grin of yours to be too charming, it could be the fact that you had his food and water at your mercy, or it could be the fact that you were a purely friendly presence, which he hadn’t had in… he couldn’t remember for how long. But he truly didn’t want you to be scared of him.

“I suppose not” he finally said.

“Predictable.”

Loki let out a laugh.

“You’re a funny little one” Loki smiled.

Just then a loud noise came in as if something huge was stomping their way through the hall. Which proved to be not far off because soon a large blond figure tumbled onto the door frame.

“Brother…” both Asgardians said in unison.

The older brother’s eyes filled with tears as he rushed to the bed, and with the last self-control he possessed, Thor didn’t tackle the raven haired into a bear hug. Just… collapsed on his knees by the side of his bed.

“You’re awake…” the God of Thunder burst into messy sobs. “…Alive.”

In other times, Loki would’ve found Thor’s reaction ridiculous, mockable, or annoying… but after all they had been through and seeing the streak of his own hair tangled in one of Thor’s braids… he let out a soft sob as he gently reached to place his hand on Thor’s head.

“Ahem!” you cleared your throat to make yourself present. “As long as you’re careful with his neck, you two can hug.”

You smiled and left the room to give them space. Both brothers let out a laugh and Thor cradled his little brother in his arms, supporting his head as if he was a baby as his other hand was squeezing Loki.

“I told you the sun would shine on us again” Loki spoke softly.

“You idiotic, insincere, irresponsible, impulsive, inconsiderate fool!” Thor scolded him, sounding more relieved than anything.

“Oh, good, you ran out of insults that started with an I” Loki laughed.

“I beg you, brother. Never give me a scare like that again” Thor begged.

“In my defense, I didn’t fake it this time” he whispered.

There was an awkward silence as none of the princes knew what to say to each other, there was so much to say, but… where to start?

“I… heard you started seeing Doctor Foster again.”

That made Thor smile as started telling Loki what he had done with his life, how Asgard was doing, which was what finally broke Loki, hearing Asgard managed to live on was that finally burst into tears as he hugged his brother again.

The two brothers talked for hours, and for the first time in years, if not ever, Loki felt the conversation with his brother be purely lighthearted. He was so lost in the chat that it took him hours to notice…

“You’ve gained weight” Loki pointed out.

“Quiet, you imp…” Thor snorted. “It’s been tough these last 5 years.”

“I… did not mean to be judgmental” Loki assured him. “It just… I’ve been out for so long…”

“Well, don’t get used to this, I’m already exercising again, and I’m renouncing to beer… aside from social events” Thor said happily.

“Oh? I didn’t know you drank” Loki tilted his head. “But… good for you.”

Thor’s face darkened, making Loki immediately regret his comment.

“It was… Very rough five years…” Thor said again. “I suppose time wasn’t kind on me.”

Loki felt a pang of guilt settle on his chest, after Ragnarök he truly had no intention to pull another stunt like that. For once, he had every intention to stick by Thor’s side.

But at the time the Sanctuary II intercepted their ship, all Loki could think was protecting Thor. Because he knew that if anything happened to his brother, no one else would’ve had a fighting chance against the Mad Titan. But he had been reckless.

“I— I’m sorry brother…” Loki apologized, and Thor smiled at him. “How’s Asgard?”

“It’s been difficult as you may imagine… but, you know… us Asgardians are stubborn, we’ve managed.” Thor smile. “Little Asgard is thriving!”

“Oh, I’m painfully aware, you’re all a nightmare” Loki joked, making Thor laugh again.

Despite his sarcasm, something in the way Thor said us Asgardians made Loki smile, by now Thor knew very well his true nature, and yet he still treated him as one of his own, like his brother, maybe not bound by blood, but by something stronger.

The conversation kept going until Loki’s stomach growled in hunger, but by then the sun had set a while ago. And it didn’t take long after when you had stepped in the room with a tray of food and Thor excused himself for the night.

The meals were simple and soft for a good while, porridge, broths and soups, sauce-less pastas, yogurts, Jello, but having a pretty mortal such as yourself literally feeding him and tending to his every whim made his recovery quite pleasant. Especially when he started eating solid foods again and the meals were a lot tastier.

“You’re healing quite fast,” you told him as you checked monitored his ribs for any soreness. “I’ve heard injuries usually take maybe 3 or 4 times longer to heal. …In the best of circumstances, but Stephen said your bones are practically all healed now.”

“If someone can pull out a miracle like that, a god should be the right place to go” he joked as he kept holding his shirt up so you could.

“That’s fair, also having the best doctors and technology at our disposal helps, doesn’t it?” you quipped.

“Do not underestimate my divinity, mortal” he said dramatically.

“Oh, yes, forgive me, your godly-ness…” you bowed just as dramatically.

“You’ve been gaining weight” you said as you prodded your stomach.

He let out a yelp.

“Rude” he said cheekily.

“No, I mean, you were practically nothing but skin and bones when we found you” you assured him, “I mean you seem healthier now. You must be in your healthy weight again by now.”

“Do not flatter me” Loki smirked.

“Flatter you?” you gasped out a laugh. “Nonsense, it’s been my care the reason you no longer look like a malnourished cat!”

He did not expect you to start prodding and squeezing his belly, instantly causing him to burst out laughing. Curse his gut for being this vulnerable to your playful fingers.

“Nohohohoho! Don’t!” he whined between cackles. “Stohohohop!”

“Oh my god!” you laughed and gave him a small breather “I didn’t even have to do anything… But if you insist…”

“W-What…? Insist…?”

“I won’t stop…”

“W-What? N-No! PLEHEHEHEASE! NO! STOP!” Loki begged despite his pride, but the way you kept squeezing his belly, giving his skin soft pinches made him wheeze out shaky laughter was too much. “NOT MY— NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

You started focusing on the patch of skin around his belly button, which surprisingly enough was even more ticklish than his navel itself. He started digging his heels onto the mattress as he arched and squirmed on the bed.

“Okay, okay!” you squeaked out as you grabbed his ankle, forgetting your playful attack, to settle him back on bed. “Easy there… you’ll hurt your foot again.”

He was more focused on catching breath, but he still felt you helping him stretch and move his ankle to check if he hadn’t hurt himself in the middle of his squirming.

“You’re… huff… huff… the worst nurse…” he groaned.

“Ask for another nurse who can deal with you” you chuckled as you gently tickled his sole making him let out a giggle.

You weren’t exactly part of the medical team, but after everything that had happened, the Avengers were understaffed, and every task that Tony’s technology couldn’t fill in were done by the Avengers themselves, his brother and Maximoff twins helped with cleaning, Bruce and Clint cooked, Tony handled the finances (in more than just been the Compound’s sponsor), and so and so.

You were a lab assistant, although, not in the medical field. Yet, given your friendly nature and bond with the God of Thunder, Thor himself had entrusted you to look after his most precious thing, his little brother. But under normal circumstances, you’d be working with chemicals or mechanics by the side of your mentors and the Spiderling.

Although now, you had been tasked solely to look after Loki, given no one else was capacitated to deal with him and you seemed to understand each other, and Loki even had friendly interactions with you. Or well, friendly for Loki.

“Get up!” you whined pulling him by his healthy arm.

“I don’t want to” Loki protested.

“Why not?” you huffed defeatedly as you let go of him.

“I don’t exactly feel excited to be sat on a cold table to be prodded and squeezed and all to get stabbed.”

“Injections aren’t the same as getting stabbed, you big baby” you laughed, as you poked his sides, causing Loki to jump and swat your hand away.

“It’s a sharp metal piercing my skin, isn’t it?” he defended himself as he crossed his arm across his chest. “Call me a baby if you please, but it doesn’t excite me being pierced by your tiny blades.”

“L-Loki… are you afraid of needles?” you asked with an amused smile, he could tell by your tone that you were holding back laughter.

“I am not!” he scoffed.

“Oh! You are!” you smiled immensely.

“Is this funny to you?”

“N-No… Don’t worry, it’s cute. I used to fear needles too, you know, when I was five.” You grinned.

Loki’s ears perked up.

“That was a lie” he smiled cockily.

“What?”

“That’s a lie” he repeated himself. “You either still fear them or just recently stopped doing so.”

“Wha— that’s…” your cheeks turning pink were the last tell.

“God of Lies, don’t bother denying it. I can tell when some lies to me” he grinned triumphantly. “Don’t worry, it’s cute.”

You huffed as you smacked the back of his hand.

“And here I was going to tell you my trick to control my nerves” you huffed.

“Which is…?” Loki asked, partly to tease you, but deep down actually wanting to know.

You shuffled through your bag and pull-out headphones and handed them to him. Loki forced himself to ignore the way your hand brushed against his when you handed them to him.

“Just close your eyes and listen to some music” you smiled, “it helps with a lot of things. But if you need to you can hold my hand and squeeze it if you get scared.”

He smiled at you. “Thank you.”

“Tell you what, if you’re brave, I’ll make sure you have your favorite ice cream for dessert today. How does that sound?” you offered.

“I’m not a child you can’t bribe like that” Loki rolled his eyes, “… Two bowls.”

You nodded and helped him get up and walk to get his check up and vaccine. Given how long he had been in bed, he was still doing some rehab and needed help to walk longer distances.

And he did take your word and held your hand all the time, although he did notice it was you who squeezed his hand when the needle came out. He had even forgotten to put on the headphones by the time the needle was out. And you did keep your word of spoiling him with his favorite ice cream.

“The second bowl is gonna melt, so you might as well eat it with me…” he mumbled between bites.

In a few months Loki was practically fully recovered and soon he was starting his rehab trainings. And of course, he had already picked a sparring partner.

“Do not go easy on me” Loki stated the first time.

“Oh, you like it rough then?” you grinned as you two circled around each other on the sparring mat. “Duly noted.”

He was not one new to flirtatious exchanges. He had been alive for over a millennium, and he had had plenty lovers before. But for some reason your banter made him flustered and tied his tongue into a knot.

“If I wanted it rough, I’d pick literally anyone else, agent” Loki excused himself. “You couldn’t take me if you tried.”

“Couldn’t I?” you grinned, noticing his cheeks flare up.

Damn you, you tenacious and annoyingly perceptive little thing.

“In a fight, you pest” Loki huffed.

“Ah, bummer” you smiled cheekily.

And while it was true that your human strength wasn’t a match for his regular god-like standards, you actually provided an interesting challenge. Besides, he was still recovering so using his full strength wasn’t an option anyway. You were fast, and you jumped around him like a rabbit and landed the softest blows as he spun around you trying to follow or even read your patterns.

“What’s wrong, is the mighty God of Mischief unable to catch up?” you smiled as you poked his ribs lightly before sneaking away.

You didn’t expect Loki to yelp.

“D-Don’t!”

Your face was puzzled for just a second, but as soon as it had happened, you had put two and two together and grinned in an almost cartoonish way.

“I think this training just became more fun” you smile as you poked him again.

“Do not even think about it!” he huffed, as a nervous smile twitched its way into his lips.

“What happened to not go easy on you? I’m just obeying.” you grinned and started chasing him after.

The way you wiggled your fingers with a mischievous in his direction awoke something primally playful. And as a bright smile appeared on his face, he started running away from you.

“You will never catch me!” he called as he ran.

You laughed and ran after him.

He would never admit it out loud, but the way he felt in that moment was rejuvenating, he hadn’t done something so silly and non-transcendent purely for the sake that it was fun. But you were ditching training to chase him around under the threat of tickling him if you caught him. All for the sake of playing with him like a kid despite both of you being young adults. And even more surprising is that Loki found himself eager to play along, even if the idea of getting tickled made him nervous.

Which… eventually did happen, curse his weakened stamina and aching ankle. That day he also learned to fear when you threatened him with tickles, you were devastating when you wanted to be.

“Nohohoho!” he laughed as your fingers dug onto his stomach. “This is ehehehe cruel!”

By the time you had caught up with him you had already reached the living room and he had tumbled onto the couch.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so ticklish!” you giggle, your finger swirling around his navel.

“Ehehehehe! Get away from there!” he laughed. “Oh Norns! Stop it!”

“C’mon, Loki, you’re a big guy, you can take it!” you giggled and kneaded his belly sides with your fingers with terrifying skill.

But you were kind enough to give him a break.

“Gods abohohohohove, I’m begging you, dove!” he whined. “Don’t torturehehehehe me like this!”

But it somehow served to strengthen your bond. Loki already had a good concept of you, you were a kind and generous person. You were one of the few people he could’ve called a friend. But seeing you weren’t completely disciplined and were willing to break schedule to have mindless fun was relieving. He feared that living in a S.H.I.E.L.D. building would mean they expected him to become a soldier.

So, he started looking for you out of the designated times you had together. He had come to really like to come and annoy you when you were working, playing with your pencils, hiding your stuff, and of course tickling you to distract you when he was craving your attention… which happened pretty often.

“Lohohohoki!” you whined. “I’m wohohorking!”

“I’m not saying you should stop” he grinned as he skittered his fingers along your ribs and sides, just gently scratching over your thin shirt. “Take this as a test of your focus.”

“Nohohohoho, Loki!” you wheezed. “Ihihihit’s so bahahahad! Stohohohop ihihit!”

“Mm~ I’m not sure” he purred in your ear, knowing damn well how much it made you curl up in a ball. “I kinda like hearing the noises you make, they’re… what’s the word? Cute~”

You screeched as you hid your face with your hands, muffling your laughter. Norns, you were so precious. He may have been teasing you when he said you were cute, but he meant it.

You were a lovely company, helping him heal by doing his routines and rehabilitation regimes, while he reviewed the files regarding New Asgard. You massaged his healing ankle while Loki read the documents that were handed to him.

“This is absolutely atrocious!” Loki scoffed smacking the files. “What is this, Infinity Conez? Who approved this? Look at this! Thanos getting the Infinity Stones is a universal tragedy, but to my people more than anyone!”

“Well, that’s why Thor created the New Asgard Council” you reminded him. “He gets help ruling Asgard, and Asgard gets a group of capable people leading them. You have voice and vote.”

“They will hear about this” Loki said firmly. “I will not allow my people to see that when they go to the market! That’s just disrespectful and heartless!”

“I agree with that” you nodded. “I’d be hurt to see something that traumatic turned into an attraction, there must be a better way to make an ice cream store. What about B-Ice Frost?”

“B-Ice Frost?” Loki asked.

“Yeah! A rainbow bridge themed ice cream store that actually gives a nod to your culture” you suggested. “The logo could an ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles.”

“Hmm, I’ll notify that suggestion,” Loki nodded as he wrote it down. “Thank you.”

Months into knowing each other and spending a ridiculous amount of time together, and Loki started noticing how being around you boosted his mood, he couldn’t stop thinking about certain details about you, like the way you played with your hands when you were nervous, or how you scrunched up your nose slightly when you smiled at him, how your eyes sparkled when you were assigned a new project you had been excited for, the butterflies in his belly when you placed your hands on him even to greet him or help him stretch before training. And…

Oh Gods… he was falling in love with you.

For a while he didn’t know what to do with himself. He tried carrying himself normally. But it was overwhelming the way he felt about you, it took one look in your direction, and he felt his heart racing. Trying to avoid you didn’t work either, because his entire being craved being around you, so that didn’t last too long. So, at some point, he stopped fighting it. He knew there was no way a being as good as you would even look in his direction, he was a monster, who had done unforgivable things to your planet.

Surely, your kindness had a limit. Surely, once he was fully healed, you’d forget about him. In fact, Loki feared the day he’d be considered fully recovered and you’d abandon him.

“C’mon, lazybones. We’re late for training” you grinned as you pulled him from the couch.

“I do not feel like training today” Loki yawned as he stretched out his arms to you as an invitation to hug him. “Why don’t we watch a movie? You can choose.”

The way your resolve faltered was beyond endearing. Even if you two weren’t anything, it was common knowledge you were what they called a cuddle bug.

“Loki… it’s important you do your rehab exercises” you said softly.

“I am not in the mood for training” Loki repeated.

“Oh, is that how it is?” you said in a playful yet menacing tone. “I’ll have to persuade you then.”

“What? N-No! D-dohohon’t!” Loki burst out laughing when he felt your fingers over his belly. “Nohohoho! Not thehehehehere!”

“Get up!” you teased him as your fingers pinched the sides of his stomach.

“I don’t wahahahant to!” Loki laughed as he kicked the cushions with his heels. “I’m comfortable hehehehere!”

“It’s important you do your exercises, it’s part of your rehab!” you insisted. “C’mon, doctor’s orders.”

“I dohohohon’t follow a mortal’s— ahaha orders!” he wheezed when you found that damned spot below his navel.

“Then I’m not stopping, you’ll spend the evening as a giggly wiggly worm.”

He had to give you something, you knew exactly how to make him squirm. His hips were bucking trying to stop you and his hands were pushing your wrist, but he wasn’t used to dealing with a normal human’s strength, so he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

“Pleahahahase! Cut it— OW!”

Immediately you jolted and stop everything you were doing, cupping your hands over your mouth and looking at him horrified.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” you asked.

“Yes, I’m quite alright. My back aches… that is all.” He assured you as he sat back up.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more careful, you’re still recovering.”

“Oh no, the back pain has been with me for quite a few years already” he said, wanting to ease your conscious.

“What…?”

“Well, yes. The Black Order aren’t exactly kind when they force you into their lines.” Loki said simply. “The pain comes back every so often.”

“I’m sorry…” you look at him. “Can I help?”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing you could d—”

You surprised him by sitting behind him and started rubbing his shoulders, softly at first, feeling him.

“No wonder you are sore, you’re stiff like a board” you said feeling around his spine, soon starting to add more pressure.

He let out a few groans, it hurt a bit at first as you undid the knots of stress of his shoulders. He sighed as he soon felt himself slipping away.

“C’mere” you spoke with utmost softness, as you helped Loki rest on his stomach just to keep massaging his back. “Hehe, you take up most of the couch, I kinda forget how tall you are sometimes.”

“Sorry…” he yawned no even filtering his thoughts.

“It’s okay” you said amusedly, “it’s not a bad thing.”

Your hands rubbed his back with gentle and caring touch. You were so kind and meticulous. Your skill might be up for debate, you were good, but someone much pickier could argue there were professional masseuse that were much better. Perhaps that was true, but no one else had touched him so lovingly, so selflessly. You took your time, and he even noticed every so often you stopped to stretch your fingers that grew tired, but you didn’t complain, you didn’t stop.

He didn’t know when or for how long, but when he woke up you were still massaging your back.

“You snore when you sleep” you spoke in the softest voice, he didn’t want to get his hopes up, but you seemed endeared. “Had a nice nap?”

“Probably the best nap I’ve had since I was maybe 150 years old.” He said, letting out a chuckle at your confusion. “I was still a toddler by then.”

“I’m glad… you really seemed like you needed it” you said softly. “Do you feel better?”

He let out a yawn and stretch, rolling over on his back to look at you.

“Much better, thank you” he smiled politely.

“No problem…” you said with a shyness that was unfamiliar for him, he even got to see the pleasure to see a lovely blush adorning your cheeks. “Um… w-well… I’ll go to… you know…”

“Ah, of course…” he muttered as he saw you run off.

He was a little bit disappointed, but he tried not to think too much about your attitude for the sake of his sanity. Of course, he failed. It was the only thing he could think about

It made him build up the courage to go out for town and buy a bouquet. He thought about red roses, but he saw a bouquet of violets and purple sweet peas and white roses, he just knew that was the one.

He even used his phone for a change to ask you to meet him in the compounds garden, he hated using his cellphone. He had asked Banner to let him use his therapy flower greenhouse. He calculated the hour for the prettiest sky colors to ensure a romantic setting for his love declarations.

Minutes earlier his heart was thumping so loud it was drumming in his ears. He felt his mouth dry, and he was sweaty.

“Loki?” he finally heard your voice as you walked in.

“Over here!” he called as he set his bouquet, behind him, barely hiding it behind himself. “H-Hi… Thanks for coming.”

“No problem” you smiled. “I didn’t know you wanted to try Bruce’s gardening therapy. That’s really good.”

“N-No… I— Uh… I just wanted to… have some privacy.”

“Oh?” you asked as you sat behind him.

“I just… wanted to uh, give you this… as a thank you” Loki said, handing you the bouquet. “You’ve been exceedingly kind to me for months, helping me heal, keeping me in check, and that massage the other day… it really helped me feel better.”

“It’s been my pleasure. You’ve been a lovely patient” you said sweetly as you smelled the flowers.

“T-That’s not the only reason why I wanted to… see you here…” Loki barely spoke out, his mouth felt dry, and he felt lightheaded. “You’ve been a delightful company and a wonderful friend… I can’t say that about a lot of people, and probably even less can say the same thing about myself…”

“That’s not true.” You cut him off. “You’re funny, well-mannered, smart, educated, charmingly stubborn, and a stimulating company. There’s not a boring moment with you around.”

Loki’s cheeks flushed at your sweet words, you weren’t even trying to, but his heart fluttered.

“T-That’s why I mean, you are… a— uh… this is ah— not easy to say… but you… um… I appreciate you.”

“I like you too, you’re a lovely friend” you said sweetly.

“N-No… I am not trying to be friendly” Loki said in a quick gasp of courage. “I-I would like to f-formally court you.”

“Court me…?”

“I think here on Midgard it’s addressed as dating…” Loki said, bracing himself for rejection.

“I’d love to.”

“What…?” Loki asked.

“I’d love to go out with you” you said, gently kissing his cheek.

Loki grinned happily.

“Tomorrow at 8?” Loki offered, “I— we could go to a nice restaurant, I’ll take you there. I could ask for a chauffeur to take us… we— we could…”

You surprised him with a little poke on the ribs, that cut him off with the urge to giggle.

“8 is perfect, I’ll drive us to wherever you like” you smiled, “Just pick a restaurant. But, how about tonight I take you for a nice dinner inside and a movie on the lounge room?”

“I’d like that, very much” Loki smiled softly as he pressed his forehead against yours.

He saw you intertwine your fingers with his own, causing him to smile. You lovely thing. It was a lovely sensation. As you pulled him up to his feet, so he’d follow you inside. Which he did with a bright smile.

What a lovely life he had found on Earth.

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Through The Years

Áki x Sađi

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: Áki being his sassy self, royal things? fluff, suggestive smut/light smut, food - a lot, mutual pining? Loki and Y/N being the best supportive parents ever. Let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 5,1k

a/n: Well... We reached one of the most important chapters... Áki is finding the man of his dreams! 🥰 I love this whole chapter very very much. It turned out just how I wanted. Also, this is my first time writing male x male, so... Pls go easy on me. ☺️

Kudos to @eleniblue , because she helped me plan out this whole story. Without her, this wouldn't exist.

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Chapter Five - Áki Finding Love

It was one of these days again, where the five-minute-older twin was on search for something to eat, aside from the regular meals. Áki had always been a little hog - since he was an infant. Well... Keeping the trained body of his and compensating all that energy he needed for training, a lot of food was required. That was just how it was.

So, the young prince made his way to one of his favourite places in the whole palace... The royal kitchen.

It was one of the few places, which were always busy. The kitchen was bustling with staff almost the whole day. Only at night was it completely, entirely quiet inside the big room. But when the prince rounded the corner and stepped through the open, beautifully crafted swinging doors of the kitchen, there were several Jotun's running around. Some of them cooks, some of them maids, some of them kitchen helpers - as per usual.

Áki knew everyone who worked there, of course. After all, he was the part of the royal family who spent the most time in this place of the palace. And, the staff knew him... "Greetings, your highness," addressed him first an older lady, wearing a white apron and a smile. Atla - she was a kitchen helper and already worked here for ages. Áki returned the smile and gave her a nod, before he continued his journey through his own personal paradise - and paradise was smelling delicious.

"My prince," the head cook greeted him as well, and took a small bow. "What can we serve you today? We've got a lot of food today." The young Jotun bit his lip in a thinking manner, before he answered: "I don't know yet. I'll keep on looking." Another bow from the head cook. "As you wish, my prince."

Áki's feet led him to the cool room, in which he finally found his 'object of desire'... Cake. Blueberry cake, to be precisely. Perfect for an afternoon snack. Having the good manners his parents taught him, he asked of course first, if he could have a bite of the cake - and who was the staff to deny him this? So, he took a big slice from the cake in his hands, smiling happily. But just when he made his way out of the cool room, an accident happened... Therefore, that the prince had to close the door, he had his back towards the main room. Turning around and walking away, his hard, muscular chest suddenly clashed against a not so strong and not so muscular chest, causing the cake to get sandwiched between his and the other Jotun's torso. Cream and blueberries were smeared all over Áki's bare chest, before it dripped to the ground, like the rest of the cake. And not just the cake... The poor man he crashed against with all his strength was send to the floor as well.

"I-I'm s-so s-sorry!" The man on the kitchen floor apologised immediately. The horror in his eyes was clearly visible, since he knew exactly who was standing in front of him and what he had gotten himself into. But the prince said nothing at first; had his eyes only settled on the poor soul who had crashed against him.

Áki had never seen the young Jotun before. Not here in the kitchen or elsewhere inside the palace. He must be new...

He was tall, but not quite as tall as Áki. His physique was not exactly the one of a warrior. He was a bit sturdier. Strong, but not muscular. His golden-brown hair was long; clearly reaching his shoulders, but currently tight up into a bun. Shocked, wide ruby eyes looking up at him. "M-My p-prince, I-I'm so clumsy, I..."

The prince was like frozen in time for a long moment, but he didn't know why. Just when his brain had caught up with the situation he was in, and Áki was about to say something, the head cook walked into the scene. "Sađi, you clumsy, feckless boy! What did you do?!" Sađi looked up to his boss with fearful eyes. "I-I-I..." He stammered; trying to somehow explain himself. The head cook leaned down and grabbed him by his arm. "Get on your damn knees and apologise to the prince, will you?!" He hissed at the younger man - inaudible to Áki, before pushing him forwards onto his knees.

Sađi was visibly a bit overwhelmed by the situation - and quite afraid of his chief; small tears gathering in his deep ruby eyes. "A-Apologies, your h-highness."

The pain in the young Jotun's eyes didn't go unnoticed by Áki. The usually so tough warrior's demeanour shifted. He squatted down and placed his hand on Sađi's shoulder. "You're forgiven."

That was the first time Áki's and Sađi's paths crossed. But it shouldn't stay at only one encounter, oh no...

Sađi had made a lasting impression on the prince. Áki couldn't put a finger on it, what exactly it was that kept the simple kitchen helper on his mind. It was just how it was. Perhaps it was the reason why his feet lead him more often than before to the royal kitchen? Just to get a glimpse at the attractive young Jotun, which had undoubtedly caught his attention?

The prince had noticed quite early in his teenage years, that he was more into men than women. His brother, you and Loki knew that, of course, but it wasn't a problem. Why should it be? Everybody accepted it - and Áki the way he was.

"You are my son, Áki. That won't change. Neither does the love I feel for you. If you like men, you like men. If someone can understand this, it's me." His father had told him with a smile and wink; hand placed on his shoulder. Áki liked to think back to that day. It had been an important moment in his life.

"What can we do for you today, my prince?" The head cook asked Áki, but the prince's attention was somewhere else; eyes directed on the Jotun with the long golden-brown hair. He watched him cutting some vegetables. A smile tugged at the warrior's lips, whenever Sađi swerved from side to side to change his cutting tactics. Or when a frown crossed his features, when the vegetables didn't want things to go as he did.

"My prince?" The head cook addressed Áki again, which caused him to shortly break his stare. "Yes? What did you ask?" "What we can do for you today, your highness." Áki's eyes started to travel immediately again. "I, uh... I'd like to have something sweet." "Something sweet?" Áki nodded, checking Sađi out, who currently had his back towards them. "Mhm, yes... Something sweet. Dessert." He just couldn't help himself. "Dessert?" "Yes." The cook nodded, "Of course, my prince." and turned around.

"Sađi! Prepare some dessert for the prince! ASAP!"

The Jotun nodded frantically. "Yes, Sir!"

Áki watched then with a smile, how the handsome kitchen helper ran from one point to the next, hurrying to finish his given task. Áki found it utterly cute how much effort he put in it. Just for him.

About five minutes later, Sađi approached the prince cautiously; trying to appear as polite as possible. "Dessert, your highness." Áki smiled and took the plate from his hands; ruby eyes boring into the matching ones of Sađi. "I thank you." Sađi swallowed and flashed the prince a small smile as well. "I hope it is to your liking." "Oh, I am sure it tastes delicious." With those words, the warrior turned on his heels and left the kitchen again.

Their next encounter was only a few days later. A very fateful encounter, to say the least. Perhaps it was destiny...

The night had settled over Jotunheim. It was past midnight so everyone was asleep. Everyone, except Áki. The prince had just woken up to a rumbling stomach; signalling him to get some food inside him. So, that's what Áki did. He stood up and made his way - like so often, to the kitchen. It wasn't the first time, that he took a little trip to this place of the palace at night, but it's been a trip he didn't do in a long time. Usually, he kept some food in his chambers, but someway somehow led his feet him today to the kitchen - and what he found there, was something he didn't expect even in his wildest dreams...

A dim light was shining on the dark hallway; coming undoubtedly from the kitchen. With furrowed brows, Áki sneaked to the big room. One hand was resting on the dagger, which was in the pocket of his dressing gown. Ready to face whatever danger or thief lurked inside, the warrior stormed the room - only to find the young Jotun, on which he had casted an eye.

"What in the name of Yggdrasil are you doing here?"

Áki's voice echoed through the kitchen, causing Sađi to yelp up and flinch. He was so frightened, that he threw with shock the onion he was holding in his hand away. "P-Prince Áki, I-I..." He stammered, turning beet red. The prince crossed his arms over his chest, stepping closer. "Again, I am asking... What are you doing here? Or should I go, get the guards?" Sađi's eyes widened even more. "O-Oh, no, no, by the n-norns, please don't! I-I need this job, I... Please! I-I'll tell you everything! Just p-please don't get the guards!" "Alright," said Áki and leaned against a kitchen counter. "Tell me."

The young Jotun nodded and took a deep breath. "I-I am practising." Áki frowned. "Practising?" "Y-Yes, because I wish to become a cook. I-It is my biggest dream, b-but I can't reach this dream without practicing. And the head cook doesn't let me practice, s-so I sneak inside the kitchen at night, t-to practice. N-Nobody usually ever comes here at night..." "Well, I do." Áki pointed out; stepping closer to the kitchen helper, causing Sađi to swallow hard. "So, you'd like to become a cook, yes?" "Y-Yes, your highness."

Áki nodded towards the several pots and pans standing on the stove. "Show me what you got then." Sađi was a bit confused at first. "W-What?" "Show me what you got." "O-Okay. I-If you wish, my prince." With a shaking hand, he took a small plate and put something from the dish he cooked on it, before handing it Áki, who tasted it on an instant.

Full of fear and anticipation, Sađi gazed at the warrior prince. He started to nod. "Yes... Tastes not bad. Needs improvement, but it's definitely not bad. You got talent, I see." "T-Thank you, your highness." Áki thought for a moment, as an idea crossed his mind. "I have an offer for you. A deal..." He started, circling the Jotun like a predator its prey. "A d-deal?" "Yes," he hissed, causing a shiver to run down Sađi's spine. "I'll tell nobody about your little... trips here at night. I'll let you keep on practicing. And as a quid pro quo, I'll get to taste and eat the wonderful dishes you cook. Do we have an agreement, Sađi?" The aspiring cook nodded with a small smile. "Yes, yes, absolutely! I thank you, my prince."

From that point on, the two men meet often at night in the royal kitchen. Sađi to improve his skills as a cook and Áki to quench his hunger. Over the days, weeks and months, Sađi's cooking skills improved - and not just that... Their relationship as well. They went from barely knowing each other to way more. The lines of royal blood and not royal blood slowly but surely blurring. While Áki let his guards more and more down and stopping his princely behaviour, Sađi got more open and confident.

And when the prince was really bold one night and asked Sađi, if he had a girlfriend, the kitchen helper blushed in the deepest shades of red and told the warrior that he was more into boys and not girls.

This fateful night caused the sexual tension to grown undoubtedly between them. Every accidental touch left a prickling, sizzling sensation behind, which caused both men's skins to burn. It was like an ever-burning fire, which was indelible.

At one point Áki just decided to act on it. He started to leave his dressing gown at his chambers, attending the nightly meetings only in his sleep shorts and giving the young cook more to look at; subtly urging him on to make the first move. It threw Sađi off track, of course, but not even with all the confidence he had gained over the weeks did he dare to make said first move. So Áki had to do it - or optionally making Sađi cave in. Both ways would work for the prince just fine...

"Now you have to slowly add the wine," Sađi explained; looking happily, but concentrated at the prince. He was in the zone; definitely enjoying what he was doing. Someday, Áki had asked him what exactly he was doing and how he was going to do it, and since that night, Sađi explained happily every step of a new meal he learned and practiced to cook. Áki though, mostly didn't pay attention. At least not to the young Jotun's instructions. He was way too distracted by Sađi himself...

"Add the wine?" Áki asked, eyes glued to Sađi's hands, which gripped the bottle of wine. "Yes, but slowly." He added some of the wine to the pot, causing it to steam. "Have you seen how much?" "Mhh," the prince answered absent-minded; had only paid attention to the bulging veins in his crush's hand and certainly not to the amount of wine. "What's next?" "Next, you have to stir the sauce and slowly add a bit more wine. Look." Sađi demonstrated what he had just explained - and Áki saw the first opportunity tonight to make his move.

While the aspiring cook stirred the sauce, Áki stepped even closer towards him. He placed himself behind Sađi, so that he could look over his shoulder; all the while pressing his bare torso against Sađi's old, shabby chef's jacket clad back. His arms sneaked around the Jotun. One hand landing on top of Sađi's (The one which was stirring the sauce.), and the other on the edge of the counter; literally caging the man. It caused a soft, almost inaudible gasp to leave the gold-brown-haired Jotun's lips. But Áki heard it, of course and started to grin.

"Do you need help with that?" The prince whispered in Sađi's ear; making sure to keep his voice as deep and husky as possible. The cook shivered. "I-I-I, uh... Actually n-not, b-but, uh, s-sure," he stammered. A sign that Áki's move had been fruitful. He had clearly put him off his stride. "Alright." Áki added and slipped his fingers through Sađi's, in order to help him stir the sauce. The longer the warrior's touch lasted, the more started Sađi's hand - which held onto the bottle of wine - to shake. Something that didn't slip Áki's attention as well. "Now, now what is the matter, young Sir Bjørnson? Are we nervous?" Sađi swallowed hard; his Adam's apple bobbing. "I-I-" Áki smiled; happy to be able to get such a reaction from the cook. If there was something he was good in, then it was fighting - obviously, flirting and seduction. The mixture of yours and Loki's genes clearly playing a big role in this one...

"Or... Is it the touch of my body against yours?" Áki breathed in Sađi's ear. "Am I too close to you, or... Too far from you?" Every hair on Sađi's neck was standing up at the prince's words. He had a hard time to control his breathing. "Hm?" To test the theory, Áki took a small step backwards, to bring some space between his and the young male - who let out a small whine immediately. Once the realisation dawned on him, Sađi's eyes widened. But he just couldn't help himself. It just had slipped past his lips - just like the soft moan, when Áki pressed his body back against his, "Ahh, I see... Too far." including his hips.

Sađi's eyes went shut at the sudden, very intimate contact. This only made it worse - in the best way possible. He felt like standing on the edge of a cliff and Áki was the one in control; deciding whether he was going to fall - or not.

"Better?" Áki asked in a low voice. A question which the young Jotun could only answer with a shaky nod. "Good. Now where were we? Ah, the sauce, right. Continue, please."

Sađi's head started to spin. How dare he? How dare he brings him in such a situation? How in the nine realms would he be able to keep cooking, with the handsome prince's crotch pressed against his bottom? "M-My p-prince, I-I-" His voice was so hoarse, it died in his throat.

The prince grinned even wider. Almost. He almost had him. "Yes?" "I-I... Can't, I..." Time to make the final move, thought Áki. Quickly - before Sađi could even react, he had spun the gold-brown-haired Jotun around in his embrace. Two hands gripping now the edge of the kitchen counter; pinning the surprised cook between the warrior's body and the cool, hard furniture. "You can't, huh? Well... Is there something else you'd rather do than cooking?" Sađi's mouth opened and closed, but no words were leaving his lips. The warrior smiled, "Go on, say it. I know you want me to." and leaned closer to his ear once more. "But I won't do it, unless you tell me to."

And with that, the dam finally broke. Sađi fell off the cliff; free falling. "K-Kiss... Kiss me."

Áki's heart skipped a beat. Finally. Finally! "Very well." Within the blink of an eye, Áki cupped Sađi's cheeks with both hands and literally slammed his lips on the young man's. Sađi was immediately enchanted by the kiss; hungry lips searching for more. It had been long overdue.

The prince soon brought his body into the game; pressing it against Sađi's and trapping him even more. The Jotun whimpered into the passionate kiss at the sudden friction; hands clawing into Áki's muscular waist.

Only when it was hard to breathe for them, did they break the kiss. Both panted; lips red and kiss swollen. In a rather bold move shifted the warrior his hands, until they landed on the cook's bottom; pulling him even closer against himself and creating more friction. "Spend the night with me," he spoke in a low, seductive voice, almost growling. Sađi's eyes widened. "S-Spend the night with you? I-I don't know, I..." His words caused Áki's heart to sunk. "Don't you... want to spend the night with me?" Sađi quickly shook his head; clearly noticed the sad tone in the Jotun's voice. "No, no, no, norns, no! I want nothing more than to do just that, but..." Relief flooded the warrior's veins. "But what?" Sađi sighed. "My prince, I-" "Stop," Áki interrupted him immediately. "It's Áki for you. No title, no formalities." He nodded. "Áki, I... I don't know if this is a good idea. You are the prince and I am... me..."

The prince shook his head. "I don't care, Sađi. I just want you. We can keep it secret and no one has to know, but please... Don't deny me. I waited so long for this. All I longed for was to kiss you. Touch you," he said, running one hand over Sađi's broad back. "Feel you. Hel, I lost count of how many times I touched myself to the thought of you." Those words send another shiver down the cook's spine. A tingling sensation formed in the pit of his stomach and gathering in his crotch. Sađi blushed, eyelids fluttering. "Y-You did that?" "Mhm," Áki purred and Sađi swallowed.

"I'd say, we clean here up as fast as possible and then take a trip to my chambers. What do you say? You'll even get a free room tour. And perhaps I take you into my bathing chamber as well." He winked, causing Sađi's knees to buckle. "I'd love to, my pri- Áki." The prince smiled, before sealing 'the deal' with another passionate kiss.

This was one of many nights the two men spend together in secret. It was more than just a one-night-stand. Áki had fallen for the handsome kitchen helper already a long time ago, even before he started to bed him. And the warrior was certain, that what he felt was, without a doubt, love.

As for Sađi, it took him some time to sort out his feelings. Was it just fun? Was it serious? He was torn a very long time, but in the end, Sađi couldn't deny that there were indeed feelings involved. At least from his side. He struggled quite a bit to interpret Áki's signals and unfortunately got them wrong. One oppressive thought led to the other, and at some point, it escalated and Sađi couldn't take it anymore...

Sađi was the last one in the kitchen today - like so often. After all, he was still nothing more than a helper and the other kitchen staff loved to leave the cleaning up to him. His dream of being a cook not yet palpable.

It didn't take long for the prince to join his lover, like he did whenever he got time and was not busy with royal duties. Making sure, that nobody was around, Áki stepped over to Sađi, who was currently cleaning some pots and pans. "Do they still leave you alone to clean up their mess?" It wasn't really a question from the warrior; rather an assessment. Áki wrapped his muscular arms loosely around Sađi's torso; chest pressed against back. The prince angled his head, tried to catch the aspiring cook's lips, as he looked over his shoulder - but Sađi avoided Áki's attempt for a kiss and turned his head away. "You know that they never stopped it."

Áki frowned; noticed immediately that something wasn't right. "What's wrong?" Sađi shook his head, "Nothing." and stepped away from the prince. Áki didn't believe a single word, of course. "Oh, come on, Sađi. Tell me what's wrong. I am not blind." The young Jotun answered nothing, just kept on cleaning up the mess. Áki shrugged his shoulders; was quite a bit offended. "Fine. If you don't want to talk, I'll leave." The prince turned on his heels and marched towards the open doors. What he didn't see coming, was Sađi's voice, holding him back. "We can't do this anymore." The warrior stopped dead in his tracks. Frowning, he slowly turned to face the golden-brown haired man he fell so deeply in love with. "What do you mean?"

The handsome kitchen helper took a deep, shaky breath. "This. Us. It has to stop." Áki was utterly confused. "Us? Why? Why does it needs to stop? Do you..." He swallowed. "Do you not... enjoy yourself?" Sađi shook his head, causing a few strands to break free from his loose man bun and to fall into his face. "N-No, I... I do enjoy it. What we have is... thrilling. Magical, wonderful - but..." Tears gathered in his beautiful ruby eyes. "I can't do this to myself anymore, because it breaks my damn heart every time." Áki still wasn't able to follow his words. "It breaks your heart? Why?" Sađi buried his face in his hands; almost desperately, that the oblivious prince didn't catch what he was trying to say. "You are the prince, Áki! I am a mere kitchen helper and wannabe cook! Just think about what the people - your people would say about this! Or the king and queen!" He scoffed; shaking his head. "I get that you are free to sleep with whoever you wish. I guess it's your privilege as a member of the royal family, but... I don't want to be your lover anymore. I don't want to be just another man on a long list of affairs. I'm not the only one you are bedding - and it destroys me, because..." Sađi paused for a moment; drawing in another shaky breath. "Because I fell in love with you! And I'd rather leave, before my heart gets entirely broken."

With those words, the aspiring cook threw the towel he was holding inside his hands on the kitchen counter, passed by a literally stunned Áki and headed straight for the door. But just like Áki before, he got stopped. The prince needed a moment to collect himself, though. His brain needed to process first, what his ears had heard. But once it did, a warm feeling spread throughout his whole body - and he smiled. "Sađi." He spoke up firmly, causing the other Jotun to stand still; freezing in his movements. "I won't let you walk out of that door." "W-What? Why?" Sađi's face mirrored confusion, as he turned to look at the warrior. Seems like they both had been oblivious to the other's feelings...

"Because I love you, you blind, silly boy."

Sađi blinked. Stunned. "I... You... W-What?" He definitely needed a moment to process that. "You... You love me?" He asked; disbelief swinging in his voice. Áki just smiled and stepped closer to his lover, gently taking Sađi's hands in his. "Yes, I do. Perhaps since the first time I had ever laid my eyes upon you." The helper blinked again, then looked at their intertwined hands. "I-I-I-" "Ah.Ah," the prince interrupted him, while walking Sađi towards the next wall. "Less talking..." He pressed his body against the cold stone surface; hands wandering to the helper's hips. "... and more kissing." With a smoulder only his father could do better, Áki's lips found Sađi's, asking them for a dance.

Áki's and Sađi's worlds were suddenly more than just alright. They had found each other, were helplessly in love and enjoyed the rare time they had together. Nevertheless, they decided to keep this a secret at first, except for one person. Váli. Váli was the only person who knew, since Áki loved his twin brother dearly and shared everything with him. But the secret itself didn't stay a secret for long anyways...

It was time for dinner in the palace. Áki was the first one to find his way to the dining hall, of course. You were a little late, and Loki and Váli not present, since they were away on Svartalfheim for some royal duties.

"Hey," you greeted your son warmly, placing a hand on his muscular biceps, before you sat down. "Hey, mom." "Sorry for the delay." Áki smiled, "No worries. I learned to wait." and winked, causing you to giggle. While you and your son ate, you talked about anything and everything. You enjoyed the moments you could spend with your sons, since they definitely lived their own life's by now.

Mere ten minutes later, dinner got served - and for the first time by none other than Sađi. When Áki saw his boyfriend walking towards the table, together with two other servants, his heart sped up. Of course, he was more than happy to see him, just like Sađi was, but the two of them tried hard to not let it show - which turned later out to be not really successful.

It was simple gestures. Things the two men didn't even realise. The subtle smiles, lingering gazes, eye contact, hand brushing... They didn't notice - but you did. After all, you were Áki's mother and it was kind of in your instincts to notice everything, right? You more than once bit your lip in order to hide the smile. Your son had seemingly found love - and you couldn't be happier. To be entirely sure, though, you decided to address him.

Once dinner was over and there was no servant left - just you and Áki, you took the initiative. Áki already stood up, though and was on his way to leave, when you stopped him. "Áki, hey, wait a minute, please." Your son waited, of course; turned to face you. "Yes, mom?" You patted on the chair beside you, smiling. "Take a seat." Without hesitation, Áki did what you ask him to. Full of anticipation what you were going to say, he looked at you. You reached out your hand and brushed a lose curl of his raven hair behind his ear. He looked so much like his father. You smiled even wider. "So... Who is he?" The prince frowned. "Who is who, mother?" You nodded towards the closed doors, which led to the kitchen. "The handsome servant with golden-brown hair."

Áki turned red on an instant. "I-I, uh..." "I know you two tried to be inconspicuous, but... Let's say it this way… It didn't quite work out." Your son cleared his throat; knowing that their secret wasn't a secret anymore. "Well, mom... His, uh... His name is Sađi and he works here as a kitchen helper. But he aspires to be a cook." "Sađi... Beautiful name - and an aspiring cook? What a perfect match for you." You smiled. "So, it is something serious between the two of you?" He nodded; unable to suppress a smile. "Yes. We are together." "That is wonderful, son. I'm happy for you." Áki smiled bashfully. "Thank you, mom." The so confident prince suddenly wasn't so confident anymore. "It... It isn't a problem for you that he's 'just' a kitchen helper and no prince or of royal blood?" You shook your head and placed your hand on his. "Why should it? Quite the opposite... I'd love to meet him properly one day. As long as you love each other... That's more important than anything. Than status or heritage. Believe me when I tell you, I know what I am talking about - and so does your father." Áki smiled. "Thank you, again. And yes, I promise you, you are definitely going to meet him properly one day."

Another smile crossed your face, as you leaned over to hug your son. A gesture which he returned gladly. "Áki... I am so proud of you. Just... Look at you. You've grown into a strong, confident young man. You are proud of what you are and who you love. It's beautiful." The prince almost started to cry when he heard this. "Oh, mom, I..." He hugged you again; now even tighter. "And your father is proud, too. I hope you know that." He smiled. "Yes... I know." "I love you." Your son backed up from the tight embrace to press a kiss on your cheek. "And I love you."

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