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frostironfudge · 2 years

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

A Touch Of You

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

Pairing: Loki x Plus Size! Fem! Reader

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

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

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

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A Touch Of You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stories that restored it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About?”

“You, darling.”

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

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

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

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

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

He hand moves to cup your cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” You giggle.

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

“I do, actually.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only yours, only for you.” His words hold more emotion than he would like, he knows you can hear the heaviness they carry.

You knew there was more to him than the press releases or what occurred in New York, you knew he carried something that he did not allow most to see.

You cup his cheek, “All mine,” You stroke his cheek, your free hand brings his hand to your cheek, “All yours.”

Loki blinks, eyes lacing with emotion, the warmth from your skin warming his heart.

“I wish I could explain better how those four words make me feel. Words, they cease me even though we are surrounded by endless tales and confessions of emotions.” He gazes into your eyes.

“I can understand, how difficult a lot of things must be for you, you don’t have to tell me everything, I wouldn’t demand that from you. Just know whenever you are ready, I’m here to listen.” You stand on your tip toes pressing your lips to his cheek, his hands move to grab your waist, helping you remain against him.

After the kiss you wrap your arms around his neck, he holds onto you, not letting go of the embrace.

Loki carries the scent of saffron, vanilla and a hint of oud. His hold tightens around you,

“I’ve got you.”

Three simple words and Loki cannot fathom hoe in just this short amount of time he trusts you to be this vulnerable, this open with you, this needy with you.

As he retreats from the hug, setting you back down carefully you hold his hand to line up your now filled in coloured soulmate marks, he understands.

You smile up at him, not demanding him to speak, allowing him to decide his next move, words, actions and he presses his lips to your cheek.

You smile, when he pulls away he seems relieved, lighter than before.

“Come, let me help you finish the display.” He leads you, knowing he can converse about anything and everything with you.

The conversation flows easily, you stay on the topic of literature as he helps you, his seiðr lifting books from the back to where you two were stood as he held you up.

The green glow leaving you in awe, hesitantly you move to brush your fingertips over it as the seiðr hols up a book, it feels soft, thrumming and somehow carries a bit of Loki.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, the seiðr then reaches out to move away your strand of hair, making you chuckle.

Loki smiles, your work is done earlier with his help and the customers begin to roll in, he stays by your side at the counter only stepping away to the nearest restaurant to bring in food for the break you were about to take.

When he finds you closing up earlier his brows furrow with worry, you smile at him, slightly easing his tensed shoulders.

“I want to spend the day with my soulmate, impromptu date.” Your hand reaches out, he grasps it, lacing your fingers through his own.

“Very well, I know just the place.” Loki grins, elated, leading you through the streets to lead you through the place for your very first date.

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the-princess-of-loki · 2 years

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Loki is jealous

Pairing: Loki x FemYou

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: graphic sex scenes, sex without protection, lots and lots of fluff between the smut because I'm just a hopeless romantic and think that Loki would be too if he really fell in love with anyone. Also, I wanted to take out the sad connotation this picture has. Enjoy♥

You were sitting on a bar stool in Avengers Tower. The party has already started even though the majority of the Avengers haven’t come back from their mission yet: a miscalculation of the billionaire. However, since Natasha and Wanda didn’t go on this mission, you were chatting along with them as you waited for the rest to join you. The rest of Avengers Tower’s common room was packed with people you didn’t know, but the girls have told you they were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

When the guys finally arrived at the tower, there was a big round of applause and clamouring for the heroes. You clapped along with everyone else with a smile on your face and you dared take a tentative glance at Loki. His long black curly hair was messy from the battle and he had some small cuts on his beautiful face, but otherwise, he was alright. Even when he was all sweaty and dirty from battle, he still took your breath away and he hasn’t even looked at you yet. It has been some months since Loki joined the Avengers -much to Thor’s happiness- but your relationship has started way before that. You kept it a secret from everyone and the first reason he had joined the Avengers was to have an excuse whenever you two wanted to meet. It was almost all the time, so Loki rarely left for Asgard and when he did, he never took long to come back to you. All of them except for Tony didn’t change their armour and just started drinking and relaxing. You kept chatting with the girls, although men were suddenly surrounding you. You thought it was for the girls, after all, Natasha and Wanda were gorgeous. However, after a while, you noticed that they were flirting with you.

You smiled politely and turned them down one by one, but the girls kept pushing you to accept someone. They said that you have been alone far too long and it didn’t matter how many times you told them you were fine -more than that, actually, but nobody knew about it-, they kept introducing you to new men.

This is going to end in disaster, you thought as you politely declined another invitation to dance.

As if you have foreseen the future, you felt Loki’s presence right next to you. You didn’t dare look at him since you felt his level of fury reaching the skies: he irradiated it just by standing there. You gulped down your glass in one swallow before leaving it on the bar: you sensed that you were going to need your hands to be free. You thought that Loki would cast his daggers right away and start killing, but you shrieked with surprise when, turning you around to face him, grabbed your waist and joined your lips in a passionate kiss. Without a second thought, you rested your hands on his strong shoulders and kissed him back with the same intensity. The whole party went silent out of a sudden, the only sound in the common room was that of the soft music in the background. Loki kept you glued to his body once he pulled apart to look at everybody at the party.

“She is mine,” He growled in a deep voice and you felt a shiver run down your spine. He made circles on your lower back with his thumb and that had you biting your lower lip. “If anyone of you dares to think about her, I will end all of your pathetic lives.”

After stating that, he carried you bridal style out of the common room and on to his bedroom. You have been there countless times before, but every time you had to enter hiding and look behind your shoulder because nobody should know about you and Loki. Now that the secret was no more, you felt free. You giggled and hugged him tighter, even when he was still angry, you felt extremely happy. Once you entered his bedroom and Loki closed the door behind you, he let you stand on your feet but he kept hugging you by the waist. You caressed his chest, without being able to erase the smile from your face. You didn’t even care that he was all dirty and covered in blood from other creatures.

“I apologise for not asking you before, darling. I just lost my temper,” Loki whispered looking at you with an apologetic face. His green eyes betrayed him though: he was proud of what he did, and he would do it again if given the circumstances.

“You don’t need to apologise. Now that everybody knows about us, we don’t need to hide anymore. I’m happy,” You answered him while caressing him everywhere you could reach. “Besides, now I can brag about how the hottest god in the universe is mine,” Your hands finally settled on his chest where you could feel his slow heartbeat. It was always relaxing for you. Loki chuckled.

“I am glad we think alike, then,” He gave you a sweet peck on the lips. “I need a shower…would you maybe want to join me?” Loki asked you tilting his head to one side and flashing you one of his seductive smiles.

You just push him a little for him to get going into the en suite. Soon enough you were both naked under the hot water from the shower. You were washing him all up and massaging his tired muscles in the process which earned you hot grunts from Loki. When you finished your thorough washing-up of the body of your god, you just stood there admiring his tall and lean frame. He slowly opened his emerald-like eyes which had remained closed during this whole time and gave you a look that you knew perfectly well its meaning and had you shivering with anticipation. Without him having to ask, you slowly knelt in front of him, resting your hands on your thighs and looking at him through your eyelashes. Fortunately, the water from the shower didn’t bother you since his frame protected you. Loki passed his thumb through your lips slowly caressing them.

“Open up,” He commanded with a raspy voice and let out a grunt when you obeyed him without hesitation and open your mouth. “Good girl,” Loki praised while still caressing your lower lip with his thumb.

Loki aligned his big veiny cock with your mouth and you did your best to stay in your place. You knew how much Loki liked being in control, and even when you were dying to have his cock in your mouth, you were going to please him. Loki let the tip of his cock brush your mouth and you looked up at him, asking for permission. He just smiled at you and caressed your cheek, giving you a small nod. You lick the tip of his cock and then swirl around it making Loki push forward. You welcomed his cock in your watering mouth and suck it eagerly. Loki then started to thrust into your mouth and you let him use you as he pleased.

“Yes, darling, you’re the only one who can please me like this, f-fuck…” Loki praised in between grunts and moans.

You hummed in appreciation for his praising and his cock twitched inside your mouth feeling the vibrations from your throat. Loki grabbed your head and thrust even harder into your mouth, fucking it merciless and you did your best to keep up with his maddening rhythm. He hit the back of your throat every time and you made sure to accompany that movement with a moan so he could feel the vibration, adding more pleasure.

“I’m so close, s-shit… Tell me, are you going to swallow everything, love?” Loki asked and although he wasn’t expecting an answer, you hummed in affirmation.

After a few more thrusts, you felt the first drops of semen in your mouth and he retreated almost completely. Loki let out a high grunt and a moan of your name that made you shiver. You kept on sucking him until there was no more to suck, and then you licked his whole length as if you were cleaning him up. You stood up carefully in the shower when you finished your ministrations and caressed Loki’s broad chest while he was recovering from his orgasm. You admired how his body was a perfect inverted triangle, with broad shoulders and chest and a slim waist. Loki was pure perfection, there was no doubt about that.

Loki looked at you with those breathtaking beautiful green eyes and then crashed his lips on yours. He kissed you feverishly and let his tongue play with yours as his hands caressed your naked body and glued it to his. You couldn’t help but moan at the proximity of you two and you buried one of your hands in his curly black hair. You shrieked when he grabbed your legs and pull you up, but quickly you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles behind his back. Loki stepped out of the shower without stopping your kiss. However, you pulled back when he started to go back to the bedroom.

“Loki, what are you doing? I’m soaking wet!” You asked him surprised as he continued walking towards the bed.

“I intend to get you even wetter, darling,” Loki answered with a wink before letting you fall into the mattress.

His black sheets were now drenched but he didn’t seem to care at all. Loki opened your legs while he knelt in front of you in the bed, caressing every inch of skin he could get a hold of. You shivered under his touch: it was always magnetising for you. He then kissed with his mouth open the inside of your knee, going up your thigh dangerously close to where you wanted him the most, but not quite reaching it just yet. His gaze was all the time on you, not even leaving your eyes when he changed his ministrations to your other leg. He licked the water drops from your skin, changing them to his saliva which was way hotter from your point of view. You whimpered when he skipped completely your core to kiss your navel and your belly.

“Where do you want me, darling? Use your words,” Loki commanded while licking your upper belly and the lower part of your breasts, but not reaching your nipples.

“Here,” You pointed with your finger with a small pout. Loki chuckled and climbed up the bed until his nose was caressing yours.

“I told you to use your words, not your fingers. Say it,” Loki commanded and after the look he gave you, you would have done anything for him.

“I want you to lick my cunt, please, Loki,” You begged him in a whisper, feeling the heat on your cheeks.

“There is my beautiful girl,” He praised while lazily licking your lower lip. “I have one more question, though. Do you want me to make you cum with my tongue, darling?” Loki asked you trying to look innocent but his green eyes were full of mischief.

“Y-yes, please…” Your breath has already caught in your throat and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Loki smiled and gave you a short peck on the lips before going down your body with his mouth. Not only was he kissing and liking, but he was biting his way down as well which made your breath even more erratic. Your whole body was fired up by his wonderful mouth and you felt that you were going to lose it if he didn’t give you your release soon. Luckily for you, you have pleased Loki so well in the shower that he intended to please you twice as much. When he finally reached between your legs, he licked your outer lips, making you moan his name so loudly that if anyone happened to pass by on the hall would hear you with no problems at all. He kissed, nibbled and sucked your clit as you let your hand grab a bunch of his wet black hair. Loki kept on teasing you a little bit more with his tongue before he let one of his long and slender fingers inside you. You kept moaning his name as if it were the only word you knew and met his movements with your hips and he kept sucking and circling your clit with that wonderful silver tongue of his. You felt your orgasm slowly growing, feeling a tickling sensation in your ankles that was going up your legs until it reached the exact spot where Loki was completely devoted to at the moment.

“L-Loki! F-fuck p-please, d-don’t stop!” You begged him as you felt your climax fast approaching.

Loki grunted against your sensitive skin but he didn’t stop his movements at all. What’s more, he added another two fingers inside you which made you scream. He curled his fingers inside you which made him rub that wonderful spot that had you seeing stars. Loki removed his fingers after a while and you whimpered at the loss, however, the movements of his tongue had you moaning in no time again. As your legs were now up his shoulders, it was easy enough for you to close your thighs until they were cupping Loki’s face to keep him in that place. As if he were able to sense what you were feeling, Loki knew exactly when you were about to reach your crest and thus he grabbed your hips to hold you close to his mouth. Before you were able to stop it because you wanted this moment to last as long as possible, your orgasm hit you hard. You cum with a scream of Loki’s name leaving your mouth as you tilted your head back the most the pillow allowed you to.

Before you were able to come back to reality after that wonderful orgasm, Loki climbed back up on the bed and entered you in one swift motion which made you moan higher and he groan louder as well. He stayed still completely inside you both of you breathing heavily. You didn’t need time to adjust to him: even when Loki was by far the biggest lover you ever had, you have had sex so many times and so frequently that your cunt ached for his cock when he wasn’t inside you. That was the effect he had on you. When you focused your gaze on his, looking at him with confusion clouding your features, Loki smiled before turning you both around, not pulling out of you at all.

“Ride me, my beautiful girl. I want to see you taking your pleasure from me, as only I can do it for you,” Loki commanded while caressing the sides of your body before finally settling his hands on your hips.

You started to slowly move up and down his length, feeling your oversensitive cunt react immediately to him. Loki loved having sex with you in this position mostly because he was able to see every reaction of your body to his. After a few movements, the slow pace you have settled wasn’t enough for any of you, so you started to move up and down faster, alternating with rolling your hips. Loki met your movements with his own, thrusting upwards. His grip on your hips became stronger, probably leaving finger marks on them, but you didn’t care at all. You loved it when Loki marked you as his, even when it was a secret and you needed a lot of make-up to hide the marks after. Now, you didn’t need to hide anything. That thought alone gave you more stamina so you moved faster.

“Gods, darling, you’re so wet, so open and ready for me always. From now on, I’ll always make you cum before I enter you,” Loki grunted while he admired the movement of your body on top of his. “How would you like that?”

“Yes, Loki, please,” You begged, looking at him for an instant before your pleasure made you close your eyes and throw your head backwards.

“You are mine. Only I can see you like this, only I can pleasure like this,” He claimed while one of his hands went up your back until it was buried in your hair. “Understood?” Loki asked while gritting his teeth to hold back the moans that threatened to escape his lips.

“I’m all yours, Loki.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, be a good girl and cum for me, love.”

As if on cue, your orgasm hit you hard above him, making you shiver and scream out Loki’s name. After a few thrusts more, Loki followed you, filling you with his seed until it was too much and it started to come out of you. You fell on Loki’s chest and he hugged you tight against him. Some minutes passed by before you felt Loki pulling out of you and using his magic to clean you up. He always took care of you after sex, even after your first encounters. When he finished cleaning you up, Loki moved you both on the bed so he was able to hold you tight against the side of his body below the sheets. You rested your head on his chest, hearing how his heartbeat was calming down. You caressed him lazily, enjoying the afterglow of a great sex session when a thought interrupted your quietness.

“Were you waiting for the opportunity to tell everybody about us?” You asked him tilting your head up so you were able to see his beautiful face. You caressed his cheek while he looked at you with a smile.

“You cannot expect me to keep this secret forever, darling. Once I was sure that this was more than just sex, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make you mine and let everybody know about it,” Loki explained while caressing your cheek and smiling adoringly. You looked at him surprised.

“Firstly, I was yours from the moment we met. Then, what is ‘this’ according to you?” Loki chuckled.

“Oh, darling, you should know by now what I mean. But since you have been so good to me tonight, I will tell you: I love you and I intend to make you my princess,” He whispered the last part, although you heard him all the same because of your closeness. His pale cheeks were turning pinker as the seconds passed by.

“You do know that I love you, right?” Loki bit his lower lip.

“You do?”

“Oh, my sweet prince, of course I do. I have loved you for a long time now and I will love you until my last breath,” Loki’s smile could have brightened the whole planet and you were determined to keep that smile on his face as long as possible.

“Then, it’s settled,” He kissed your forehead lightly. “Let’s rest for a while, shall we? Then we can have something to eat…or I could eat you up,” He winked and you giggled.

#Loki #Loki Odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Possessive Loki #Loki Smut #Loki Fluff #Loki x female you #Loki is a sweetheart #Loki Oneshot #Loki hot

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linusbenjamin · 6 months

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Happy Birthday Sophia Di Martino 🎂 (November 15, 1983) — Sophia Di Martino as Sylvie Laufeydottir in LOKI

#happy belated birthday sweetheart 🎂#marveledit #tvedit #lokiedit #loki #sylvie laufeydottir #sophia di martino #userlaurianne #userelysia #nikolatexla #when i first saw her in s1 i was very upset bc that was not the female version of loki i expected #but she became my favourite character ever thanks to sophia <3

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mobius-m-mobius · 6 months

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#a man who DESERVES A SLICE OF PIE

#mobius #owen wilson #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki #loki spoilers #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs #for y'alls sake some ep4 moments instead of a hundred gifs of him being silly and kind over the course of the series but #please stop writing characters to exist solely for conflict when they don't have a leg to stand on ;;;;;#so it's fine to get a jump on refilling the straw machine while the timelines are in constant danger but pie during a break crosses a line #okay sure tell me more 💀💀#of COURSE he has coping mechanisms when the comfort and kindness he naturally extends is rarely returned #free will for all utilized as someone else says?? idc i wouldn't look myself up either and he shouldn't be pressured to #she's only even able to yell at him bc some of the first things he's done since pushing past brainwashing have been saving her life 🙃#ANYWAY peace and love on earth when the dilf of all time is a sweetheart who takes responsibility for his actions 🥰💖#marvel #loki s2 spoilers

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rebecca--barnes · 7 months

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𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍🔓

Look at him :’)

#If any harm comes to Ouroboros aka the ultimate sweetheart I will do unspeakable things #look at his little face #he’s so freakin cute!#must protect #:’)#ouroboros #OB #loki #loki season two #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #ke huy quan

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your-local-baguette · 2 months

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Sweethearts..

Julian loki x reader

Warnings: not proofread, nothing else ig just fluff

Chapter 3: tickets

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

You and julian had been talking for quite a while, by which i mean, already three months passed by, time flew by so fast it felt unreal. You had taken the habits of texting eachother everyday and telling eachother about your day and all that. That's how you found out he was a pro footballer, even if he was only seventeen.

Most of your conversations apart from rambling about your day was secured around, music, football and volleyball. That was it, but then, julian would be very happy to talk about something else if you asked to. Yet, today's conversation was quite... unexpected.

You smiled brightly at your screen, then closing your phone screen you slid down on your seat. Squealing out of excitement, you felt like jumping around. You sighed to yourself almost cringing, you were acting like a teenage girl with a crush. Which you kinda were, seventeen, with a crush on a pro football player. You quickly checked your emails to see the one ju' had sent you.

You opened it up, anddddd....

It was a VIP ticket, you felt like in those kind of fanfictions and all that. You really had to thank him good for this. You were sooo freaking excited.

You almost wanted to jump everywhere but it took every ounce of strength in your body not to, you took a deep breath, you were so hyped for this weekend.

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7soulstars · 1 year

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My Incorrect Universe #94

*me and Stephen leaving*

Me : We've left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Bucky: mine says......'anything' are you sure there are no specifications ?

Stephen, *kissing his forehead*: No darling you deserve to rest

Loki: mine just says 'Loki no.'

Me,*patting his head*: We want you to apply that to every possible situation please-

*How Stephen and I see and act with Bucky*:

*How we see and act with Loki*:

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eternalplutoniangoddess · 5 months

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i want to love them to death

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inkymaws · 5 months

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#theyre so florence and the machine #my sweethearts #need them back so bad #fave devastating queers #love them 5ever #florence + the machine lyrics #florence + the machine #spectrum florence + the machine #lyric edit #lokius #loki mcu #loki marvel #tva loki #mobius m mobius #mobius marvel #mobius mcu #loki series #loki season 2

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erenfox · 3 months

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Me, when I first made this account: imma keep an open mind and not hate on the lokius fans 😌

Me, now: BLOCK BLOCK LOKIUS BLOCK LOKIUS BLOCK-

#im so fed up #with these lokius fans #like #i dont care who you ship #but can you not invade other's ships and ruin that tag?#like istg #i see more lokius shit in the sylki tag nowadays than sylki itself #dont get me wrong #i love mobius #hes a sweetheart #and hes also loki and sylvie's first true best friend #but like #sigh #sylki #pro sylki #sylki forever #anti lokius

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taw-k · 10 days

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Please tell me in not the only one that really doesn't like the nickname "pet" that Loki always uses 😭😭😭

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frostironfudge · 10 months

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Twenty

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: 18+ minots dni, angst, witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, sm/ut, mmf, mm, mf, thre/esome, soul bonds, vamipire stuff, or/al, fing/ering

Word Count: 5.1k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Chapter Nineteen || Epilogue

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || My AO3

Chapter Twenty: Time Will Be Immortalised

Eight Months Ago.

They all stood at the foot of Thor’s grave. Nia placed a single flower near the headstone. Her hand pressed upon the apex, “God, Thor, did you have to be so horrible?” She grumbles.

Loki stands solemnly between Bucky and Y/N. Her head resting against his arm and Bucky’s palm intertwined with his own.

The vampire sighs, looking at the grave. Stephen and Emery stand a few feet behind Loki. Though he had an off feeling about the dead vampire, he had hoped this would not be the outcome.

“He made bad choices.” Y/N reasons, Bucky wants to scoff. His displeasure at her words traverse across the steadily growing bond. Y/N’s gaze meets his blue eyes.

“He didn’t take care of you as he had promised. Do not make excuses for his choice of actions.” Loki looks down at Y/N.

“I—,” She begins but Bucky shakes his head.

“Poetess, things would have been much different if he held focus upon you.” The warlock reasons.

“He’s right, even if I did not know the truth of Loki leaving you. Thor did, I would have understood why he was being protective.” Nia stands, turning away from Thor’s grave.

Y/N stays quiet, eyes lingering upon the headstone.

‘Thor Odinson — brother, first love, and friend. Immortal in memory.’

Nia did not want to write soulmate, he didn’t deserve that title.

“He did possess good qualities, it is a shame they were outshined by the bad.” Stephen adds, Nia joins them.

“Any bars nearby?” She questions Loki, this was their hometown, built by them over years, most of the land owned by them.

“In the town square there are five, Meade’s is decent, good hard liquor.” Loki chuckles as Nia grins.

“Pretty good tab we’ll be stacking up.” Emery chuckles then looks at Y/N.

“You okay?” They ask her, she nods in response.

Having Emery know everything made their friendship even more strong. Y/N could tell them everything. They could ask the questions that Y/N could answer while still preserving her recovering mental health.

The bond thrums Y/N and Bucky eye Loki curiously.

“You three go ahead, I want to take them to Mum’s resting place.” Loki gestures with his head towards the path which leads to the destination in mind.

“Very well.” Stephen intertwines his hand with Emery's, they blush. Y/N has a knowing smile upon her face. Stephen chuckles.

Emery meets her gaze, their happiness shining through the smile they harbour.

Nia checks her phone for messages from the law firm, nothing new, no fires to put out. She sighs, tucking the device back and following Stephen to the bar.

Loki, Bucky and Y/N remain back.

“I know I should have asked the two of you before—,”

“We’d like to meet her.” Y/N interrupts, quelling Loki’s nervousness.

Bucky smiles as well, “We would be honoured to meet the woman who raised our mate.”

Loki smiles, leading them to the grave that has flowers bordering it.

“These were her favourite, we had a garden back home.” Loki touches the petals as the flowers sway in the wind. “Mother, this is Y/N and this is James, they both are my mates.”

Bucky and Y/N look at each other and then at the grave, then Loki,

“You have a wonderful son.”

“So full of love.”

Loki smiles hearing their words as he kneels placing his lips to the headstone.

“She is proud of you, you know?” Bucky adds with a smile.

Loki nods, “I wish she could have met the two of you.”

“We wish we could have met her too.” Y/N places a palm on Loki’s shoulder. it trembles despite her best effort.

She attempts to use the spell that would allow him to feel her embrace.

The spell spurs in and out, flickering like a broken lightbulb.

Bucky feels her frustration. Loki is about to tell Y/N that it is okay, she needs to rest. When his mother’s embrace takes over.

Y/N stares at Bucky’s warm hand placed upon her own. Eyes closed in concentration to stabilise her spell. She sighs, the inability to perform magick frustrating her to no beyond.

“Just a matter of time, you will get back to it.” Bucky whispers, peeking at her with one eye open, “Then we can have a magick battle to see who is the better spell caster.” He grins focusing back on the spell after her frown is turned into a smile.

“You both are not doing anything reckless.” Loki pipes up.

Y/N giggles, Bucky looks at her and winks, “Of course, we won’t.”

“I felt the wink, Warlock. Witchling, you better not be agreeing with him.” Loki mutters.

“Good, the bond works then.” Bucky laughs, drawing more laughter from their mate.

“Little troublemakers.” In a blur Loki has the two of them flush against him in his arms, lips brushing over their foreheads.

Seven Weeks Ago.

Y/N had avoided speaking to her quote unquote mother for as long as she could. Clark and Miles suggested she get it over with, but Sierra surprisingly told her to take her time. The moon ruled over them, as Celestials there was a bond of a higher calibre.

Y/N purses her lips, as she trudges to Clark, moving away from where Bucky and Miles were discussing types of divination.

“Keeping secrets?” Clark chuckles, gesturing for her to sit, she shakes her head.

“What do you know about power transferring? I read in one of the books that we can store powers in inanimate objects or other…. beings.” She keeps her gaze steady.

“Who do you want to transfer your powers to?” He places the book on the side table.

“I’m not sure if I want to but I’d like the option open.” Y/N admits, fingers drumming against her thighs. The thoughts she was having, the aversion to magick that suddenly was thrust upon her only to take Alexander down.

It felt alien to her. Not a part of herself as it should feel.

“Transferring is no easy feat, razor sharp focus and the person should accept your powers before the spell.” Clark writes upon a piece of paper, handing it to Y/N.

“This book is in the library, you can take it. I hope you think it through before giving away your abilities.” He regards her, knowing he was hard upon her.

“It doesn’t feel as though it is my own.” She admits out loud for the first time. Fingers run over the written words upon the paper. She sighs.

“You can work on it, as part of the coven–,”

“Am I part of it? I didn’t have a traditional initiation, I just practised and learned to protect. I know you’d save them over me.” Her words silence the High Priest.

“I will admit your journey has not been the easiest.” Clark wonders what words are correct, soothing in this situation. It doesn’t come easily to him.

“It hasn’t.” Y/N agrees, biting down on her bottom lip to stop the tears.

Weak. The word rings across her mind.

“Giving up isn’t the way.” He advises, reaching out to place a comforting palm over her forearm.

“I’m not giving up Clark, I just, I feel disconnected. I went through so much with everything. I don’t belong in this world in this way. I can’t push myself to work with something that doesn’t seem to want me.” Y/N looks up at him, hoping he understands.

Clark nods, “If you want to practise or have questions let me know. Learn to cloak the object you do pick. If it is another witch or warlock I suggest speaking to them first about it.”

“Thank you.”

Bucky’s leg bounces as he watches Y/N approach the dinner table. Loki places a gentle hand on his knee. Reassuring him silently. Two weeks after the meeting with the Celestials and things were going well for the three of them. Date nights, days, falling further in love. Exploring aspects of their bonds one on one and together.

Things were looking further upwards and onwards for all of them. Y/N and Bucky both recovering from the traumas of the past year. Healing.

The bonds no longer looked decaying and broken but now gleamed gold, fragments repaired.

“You’re not going to hurt her by your decision.” Loki assures yet again, the sinking feeling Bucky has quells in the slightest when he feels the love rush across the bond.

Y/N grins at the two, her loves, her mates.

Recovery wasn’t an easy road in the slightest but things seemed better, felt better. She takes her place at the table. The mahogany is covered with different dishes for dinner.

Impeccably plated and micro greens used for garnishing.

Loki cooked, she deemed then her brows furrowed. It was Bucky’s turn to cook today, she looks up at the warlock who regards her and allows his own unease to trickle past his carefully guarded walls.

“You can tell me… what happened?” Y/N reaches towards him, Bucky’s fingers intertwine with her own. Giving a squeeze he grounds himself.

She had her own decision to share, but what had Bucky worried would take priority.

Loki grasps Bucky’s other hand, “Whenever you’re comfortable.”

Y/N squeezes Bucky’s hand, he nods. Pursing his lips and then closing his eyes. She gazes upon Loki; he offers a smile that is assuring but she notes the hint of his own anxiousness.

“Whatever it is we’ll get through it okay? We’ve been doing so well since everything went down months ago, even the pending conversation with Moonmy.” Y/N recounts, attempting to ease their worries.

“I have decided that I want to turn. I’m close enough to Loki’s apparent age and I think it is time.” Bucky’s words are met with happiness from his bond with Loki. The vampire is smiling at his mate.

“Oh.” The word leaves past her lips with such heartbreak her mates both lose their smiles.

“Are-are you not happy?” Bucky begins to pull his hand away from her own.

Y/N tightens her grip on his hand, “Bucky, I am happy, I just, I wanted to discuss something with you and based on your decision I don’t think what I had in mind will work out. I’m happy for you, I’m glad you’re taking this step and Loki and I both are here for you during your transition and after it.”

“What did you want to discuss?” Bucky counters, not allowing her to be dismissive.

“It’s nothing, I–,”

“Witchling.” Loki shakes his head, “You need to share whatever it is that is bothering you, with us.”

“Exactly, Poetess. How are we to provide you with the tools necessary or be there for you in the way you need us to be there if you don’t tell us?” Bucky unlaces their intertwined fingers cupping her cheek.

The book and her notes weigh heavy on her chest.

Loki and Bucky exchange a glance then gaze back at their mate. Observing her internal turmoil. Watching her swallow before gesturing with her index finger for them to wait. She heads upstairs.

Loki follows her footsteps with his hearing, “Her reading room.” He watches Bucky’s brows furrow attempting to decipher what was there that had a profound impact.

“She has been in there quite a lot, I deemed it was for her return to her course.” The warlock reasons.

Y/N returns, a thick book and notes in hand, post-its sticking out of several places and handwriting strewn across the pages haphazardly. Loki denotes the different coloured pens adding to the notes.

“I um, I was reading up on how to transfer powers.” Y/N begins placing the books and notes in front of the two. Bucky takes her notes and Loki opens the book to the first sticky tab annotation.

“Transferring powers is not uncommon, but you will require training.” Bucky assures, “I think you will be able to do it.”

“I, um, yes, yeah, practice is required but it’s straight forward.” Y/N agrees, her fingers intertwine as she fidgets nervously. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Bucky hums as he reads over her notes, “This is good extensive research. I’m pleased and an object that can be kept safe so that no one may steal and–, oh.”

Loki’s gaze moves from the book to the page Bucky is reading.

‘While transferring powers to inanimate objects is the far more common and reversible practice it is not lost that a witch or warlock can provide another living being – either animal or human with their powers, provided permission is sought and the recipient of the powers is willing.’

‘Supernatural beings such as witches, warlocks, werewolves and vampires may be considered as recipients; this practice is lesser known and explored. It is deemed, however, to be an irreversible spell.’

Bucky’s azure eyes find Y/N’s nervous gaze. Loki gazes upon her as well.

“Why?” The two of them ask her together.

“I don’t feel connected to my powers… I know I did the magick when it was required but,” she looks to her warlock, “You had your initiation, a coven that cherished you as their own and not a pawn that was needed to fight battles and only trained in a manner of dire circumstance.”

“You’ve been doing well, gaining control.” Loki counters, he feels her heartbreak before she vocalises it. Bucky winces, this wasn’t the reaction she expected or hoped for from them.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m getting better… I just, I appreciate the powers, I appreciate what flows through my veins but it’s second nature or rather basic instinct for all the other warlocks and witches I know. For me it's…” She takes a deep breath.

“Does it feel as if it's more of a burden to you?” Bucky offers, his heart cracking as she nods. His Poetess’ entire demeanour feeling as if she’s admitting defeat.

“Did you want to transfer your powers to an object?” Loki shifts the focus, they needed to know what she was thinking and how to get through this together.

Y/N says nothing just swallows the lump forming in her throat, her eyes flashing towards Bucky and then back to her fidgeting hands.

Bucky looks at Loki, the two gaze down at her notes. Finding the small scribble at the corner.

‘Ask Bucky… if he says no then consider Midnight’s old collar.’

“Did you want me to be the one to receive your powers?” Bucky questions, thumb brushing over her handwriting on the paper. She doesn’t answer.

“Witchling…” Loki’s voice is pleading; making her look at him.

“Okay, you know what? We’re going to the living room to discuss this, this isn’t a conversation where you need to feel small or thinking you’re asking something you aren’t supposed to,” Bucky tucks the notes back in the book. He then walks towards his mate, gently taking her hand and guiding her to the couch. The three spent the most time either reading, talking or binge watching shows and movies.

Y/N easily falls into place across Bucky’s lap, Loki follows suit settling next to them, his hand holding hers, kissing her palm. Bucky allows Y/N to nuzzle against the crook of his neck grounding herself before they continue the conversation.

“You don’t have to be afraid alright?” Loki assures, “No matter what choice Bucky makes, his feelings towards you won’t change nor will he feel forced to choose for you.”

Bucky feels her nod, his palm rubs up and down her back soothing her.

Loki presses a soft kiss to Bucky’s temple, “You do know you won’t be forced to choose.”

“I know, I want to hear our mate out completely and help her research further before taking an informed decision together.”

Y/N takes a few more grounding breaths, lifting her head from Bucky’s neck and she faces the two of them. Her explanation falls from her lips the feeling of disconnect, the way it doesn’t feel nurturing. As though it was a chore to teach her rather than a tradition of passing down knowledge.

Bucky understands every word, knowing what it is to have a coven that nurtures their baby witches and warlocks rather than just prepping them for battle as if a lamb to slaughter.

Loki understands nodding along to everything, a worried pit forming in his stomach at the prospect of her regretting the decision.

“It’s okay if you say no…” She shrugs, “I just, I think I was supposed to be normal?” Once she’s done she looks at both waiting for a response.

“You’re anything but ordinary, witchling.” Loki kisses her nose making her giggle.

“Look, I’m not saying no, but I did consider the fact that I would lose my powers when I turned.” Bucky begins, “It’s not to say that I don’t mind losing them, but my powers are another thing that connects me to my coven and Grandmother. I know I would probably have some other kind of ability in place if it is part of my transition but I doubt it.”

“Celestials are known to retain their abilities after the shift.” Loki adds.

“I could transfer my powers to an inanimate object,” Bucky looks at Y/N, “It humanises me, then you could well transfer your powers to me.”

Her features light up.

“Provided the two of you research this in depth and are equally prepared.” Loki adds, “Also if her transfer doesn’t work can you reabsorb your powers from the inanimate object?”

“I will be able to, it’s reversible.” Bucky assures, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. Then brushes his lips against Y/N’s cheek.

“Will you be telling Moonmy?” Bucky raises a brow.

“I guess she already knows…” Y/N shrugs, “It doesn’t matter if she says no, either way I want to do it.”

“If you had undergone a better time as part of the coven would you still feel the same way?” Bucky questions her, Y/N ponders over it, replaying all the interactions she saw between the other members and the stories Bucky told her.

“I wouldn’t feel disconnected if I had that kind of witchy upbringing.” Y/N admits.

“Okay.” Bucky nods.

“Dinner then research?” Loki offers, his mates both nod.

Present.

“Professor?” One of Loki’s students cuts through his thoughts of the past five weeks. He refocuses into the present, plastering on a smile for the student.

Questions answered for his students yet Loki’s own worried curiosity knows no bounds. He retires to his office, heading straight for the alcohol.

“Pour me a glass.” Bucky’s whisper travels across the floor to Loki. He places another glass filling it with the amber liquid.

The vampire waits for his warlock to join in, Bucky opens the door, closing it softly. In a few strides he’s pressed up against Loki. Wrapped in each other’s arms. Their mutual worry over their mate quelling in the slightest.

“It will be alright.” Bucky whispers, “It has to be.”

“It will be my warlock.” Loki runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, he sighs leaning for more support onto his mate.

Grasping onto his blazer lapels, blue eyes meet green ones. Loki leans in, his lips meet Bucky’s own. The soft gesture is comforting enough to quell the growing anxiety.

They part when their phones vibrate and chime in unison.

The dates had aligned; it was the phase of the lunar cycle when Bucky would be completing his conversion. It was also the night they would be transferring the powers before Loki would complete the process and turn Bucky into his own kind.

Bucky’s nerves were shot but in a good way. Excitement of being the same creature as his mate, having the chance to deepen the bond he shared with Y/N. There was a part of him that was melancholic over the loss of his original powers.

The blue markings on his left arm glow in response to his call. He traces the lines with his eyes.

Loki gently raises Bucky’s palm to his lips, tracing the lines to his elbow.

“Loki.” Bucky whispers, red rims surround his vampire’s eyes, “Loki.” he says yet again with need.

Loki pulls Bucky closer, nose tracing the juncture of his chest and neck, “You smell divine, our mates blood mixed with yours and mine.” open mouthed kisses have Bucky whimper. His shirt unbuttoned, Loki sinks to his knees. Undoing the jeans, Bucky hisses as the confines upon him are released.

Loki brushes his lips over the tip, Bucky’s fingers tangle in his hair.

“Mate, you’ve come at the right time.” Loki speaks, Bucky’s eyes snap open and towards the door.

“I,” Y/N’s hand is frozen on the door knob, arousal brims through the two bonds

“Poetess I-,” Bucky’s words are cut off as Loki takes his length in his mouth, cheeks hollowed, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

‘Get inside.’ Loki’s voice instructs in her mind.

Y/N scrambles inside, locking the door. She moans at the sight of her mates. Bucky beckons her closer. His lips meeting hers in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue and moans as Loki continues his movements, varying speeds enjoying the sounds he draws from Bucky.

The scent of Y/N’s arousal urges Loki on, one hand caresses Bucky’s balls. The other moves along her inner thigh, the skirt allowing him leverage. Her soaked panties have him moan around Bucky.

The three moan in unison.

Loki’s thumb draws circles over her clit, the fabric adding another layer of sensations that have her whimper into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s arm wraps around her waist, holding her flush against him.

Their sounds grow needier, Loki times his head bobbing to the thrusts his fingers provide to Y/N. His sweet mates unravelled for him. Bucky tugs on his hair.

Y/N moves as Bucky lifts her in his arms, facing Loki. Her dripping cunt soaking his cock her legs thrown over Loki’s shoulders. His fingers now move on her clit.

Loki takes Bucky back in his mouth, their mixed arousal only urging him onward.

She falls apart first with a cry, her head thrown back against Bucky’s left shoulder. Bucky places kisses over her neck as he moans against her sweet spot as he cums. Loki swallows every drop they give him.

Slowly the two humans calm down, Loki kisses them deeply each stated to an extent.

“What brought you to my office?” Loki questions his witchling.

“I um, forgot…” Y/N’s cheeks flush, drawing laughter from Bucky.

“Perhaps another set of orgasms might jog your memory.” Loki offers, Y/N squeals before she’s placed on his desk. Bucky and Loki both gaze at her glistening folds.

“We’re the luckiest aren’t we Loki?” Bucky’s large palm traces up her thigh, spreading her legs further apart.

“We are.” Loki agrees, “Have your fill my Warlock. I’ll have her moan around my cock.”

Y/N clenches around nothing, preening under their intense gazes, words having her grow wetter.

Bucky takes a seat on Loki’s chair, lips tracing her folds as his lips then latch upon her clit. Loki traces her parted lips with his cock before slowly sinking into her beautiful mouth.

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Everything was set up, candles arranged in the shape of a crescent. Y/N sitting at the centre of it. Bucky’s jaw clenched as the air became heavier around them.

Iridescent glimmers shift through, candle light adding to the glow. Embers casting shadows across their features and the walls.

Loki attempts to quell the growing unease across the bonds. Disallowing his trepidation to trickle to his already worried mates.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, eyes meeting his then drifting to Bucky. The warlock gives an encouraging nod. His spell was done, he was left without powers, they were encased into a necklace he had bought for Y/N.

She blinks, the white glow returns. Loki swallows, shifting towards Bucky. The warlock grabs his hand. Then let it go.

It was time.

The charged air seems to move. Loki watches, the flames of the candles shift into circles. Burning full moons.

Bucky swallows, feeling the first of the powers wrapping around him. His eyes close.

The charged air recedes into nothing, the flames return to their normal shape. Y/N’s eyes open first, no glow present. Her eyes move to Bucky. Loki waits, their breaths held.

Bucky falls to his knees, wheezing and then his eyes open. White crescents visualise across his irises and then fade back to blue.

‘She may have given you her powers, but they do not make you a celestial.’ The voice rings across the room. The necklace shatters into pieces and blue lines form along the broken fragments. They move towards Bucky wrapping around his left arm.

The moon gave him back the markings of his old coven. The three of them stare at one another for long moments.

Loki and Y/N move then, helping Bucky up. The warlock only stares at his arm, the lines do not fade as they used to but now remain as a constant as though a glowing tattoo.

Her hand reaches to touch the line, she had done it before, but this time she feels nothing.

No flow of magick. Nothing weighing down upon her, making her struggle to stay afloat. A responsibility she wasn’t encouraged or nurtured to bear.

No sense of connection to Bucky and Loki beyond the soul bonds.

The way it should have been. The way it felt before her awakening as though there was something between them but now it was more, deeper and defined.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bucky gently grasps her face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“I don’t regret it. I just, it feels peaceful?” Y/N looks up at him, he nods.

“I just feel my magick, not the Celestial one.” Bucky admits his own eyes glazing over with tears, “Even if I don’t retain it when I turn it's okay.”

Loki pulls the two of them into his embrace.

Kissing every bit of their faces, taking away the tears that flow. Salt on his lips, his mates cradled in his arms.

Nia, Stephen and Emery join them hours later. In the last of the night, Bucky consumes the last vial of Loki’s blood mixed with Y/N’s. The taste wasn’t blood-like, the bit of ironish rust taste one would get when trying to curb the bleed of a paper cut.

“This next part may hurt.” Loki says, setting the glass down.

“It definitely will hurt.” Stephen pipes up.

“Does it have to be this way?” Emery questions, their own transformation pending.

Stephen reaches out to them, gently stroking their arm to soothe them.

“It has to be a sort of clean death. Not to say other forms of killing don’t work. They do but this is swifter.” Nia explains nursing another glass of alcohol. Y/N looks at her in worry.

“Nia…”

“Doesn’t affect me. Perks can’t get drunk.”

“Nia.. still.”

“Drop it, your boyfriend’s about to turn into a vampire. We’ll discuss this later.” Yet again Nia tables the discussion.

The loss of Thor doesn’t hurt as much. It’s the betrayal, Nia missing the signs. Signs she was fucking good at noticing.

“Just do it.” Bucky exhales, eyes meeting Y/N’s worried ones, “Just a nap, Poetess.”

“Just a nap.” She affirms, walking back to him.

“It’s going to hurt like a bitch.” Nia reminds Y/N, she nods.

“My blood runs through him, so I know he will awaken, I’ll be there to hold you through it. Unfortunately you know the experience of the breaking of a bond.” Loki strokes her cheek, “I’ll keep the bond fully open so it may help quell the despair.”

“Or you end up feeling mine.” She mutters.

Bucky laughs, “Look, he fully deserves to feel it.”

“Bucky!” Y/N lightly hits his chest.

“Rude.” Loki rolls his eyes but he smiles at the banter.

“Hey you were the one deciding for us before. This is just karma.”

Y/N laughs at Bucky’s retort, Loki grumbles under his breath.

“Alright, alright, it’s a bit of time away from Bucky.” Stephen assures, pointing at the clock.

Loki grapes Bucky’s face gently, palms moving to his jaw.

“I trust you.” Bucky assures, “I love you both.” He looks between his two mates, smiling.

“I love you.”

“I love you, thank you, for trusting me.” Loki places a kiss on his forehead.

Y/N and Emery close their eyes. The cracking sound has them flinch.

At first Y/N feels nothing and then the bond rips apart, her chest heaves. Loki grasps onto her pulling her against him where the two remain near Bucky. He opens the bond he shares with Bucky to the bond he shares with her.

The certainty of his soon to return to life status begins to wash over the turmoil in Y/N’s chest. Her sobs begin to quiet and tiredness takes over. Loki rocks her back and forth, her hand not leaving Bucky’s own.

Sleep finds her after an hour still not letting go of Bucky. Loki feels the vampire aspect take over Bucky stronger, the warlock markings begin to gleam and change. The parallel lines once linear now wrap around his arm.

Y/N is placed in the farthest room as it gets closer to Bucky’s awakening. Nia and Loki remain in the house to prevent things from going south in case the bloodlust is too much for Bucky to handle.

The former warlock stirs, groaning, his hand reaches for his neck rubbing over where he could feel the ghost of the bone breaking. Bucky’s eyes open, black with red rims, a deep hunger manifesting in his belly. As he licks his lips they are dry, parched. The thirst is taking over. He suppresses it, walking to the mirror to observe the changes he’s gone through.

The short sleeved V neck fits him, his features seemingly sharper and defined but not taking away from what he was born as a human with, it wasn’t as though he was fully changed.

When he touches his face with his left hand he notices the biggest difference. The three lines of his tattoo now wrap around his arm in swirls.

The middle line has a small crescent at his wrist and a star akin to the northern star is now over his cubital fossa. At the centre of the star however, is a crescent moon with a tiny sprig of lavender.

Pride swirls in his chest as does a familiar happiness, Bucky turns, Loki stands at the door with a bottle in hand.

“Welcome back, James.” Loki greets with a bright smile, their bond thrums. Bucky almost knocks his mate over when he’s by his side in a blur. Loki chuckles, wrapping his mate in his arms.

“Loki.” He breathes, melting into his embrace.

“You need to feed.” Loki reminds and the thirst comes back tenfold.

“I need to see her.” Bucky argues.

“Warlock, she’s still human.”

“She’s my mate.”

“And you will know then to feed before you see her.” Loki’s eyes turn black with red rims in response to the defiance, “Quell the beast within, James. You do not want to accidentally hurt Y/N.”

Bucky clenches his jaw, pushing away from Loki, “You didn’t tell me it was this hard, curbing the need to be with my mates.”

“You’re a half mated newborn, two basic urges are strong.” Loki hands the bottle to Bucky.

The latter drinks the blood in large gulps, sighing in content as the thirst quells.

“Better?”

“Maybe after two more bottles.” He jokes, Loki chuckles.

Two more bottles are consumed, Bucky wipes the corner of his lip.

Enhanced hearings pick up soft careful steps and then a ‘oof’ along with a whined out call of Nia’s name.

“You will wait patiently for Bucky to come to you.” Nia chastises Y/N, She huffs in response literally being dragged away as though a child.

“I need to see him.” She reasons when Nia pauses in the room.

“I know, but you need to let him feed,” Nia looks to the side, “Well you’re in luck, impatient little human he’s on his way.”

Nia stops at the door, “There are about 5-6 gatorades in the drawer.”

“For what?”

“Stamina, you have to keep up with two vampires now.” Nia laughs, easily dodging the pillow thrown her way.

Y/N sits at the edge of the bed. There is a knock at the door. Her heartbeat picks up, as does the rustling of pages within her chest, as though pages being turned to reach the favourite part of a beloved novel.

Loki smiles at Bucky, noticing the anticipation of the bon trickle through the bond.

“Come in…”

Loki turns the door knob, he enters with an encouraging smile. Y/N doesn’t look at the door but at Loki as he stands before her. Cupping her face.

“He’s fed, taken to the change well. Eager to see you and bond if you’re willing. He’s told me to pull him away if you do not want to tonight.” Loki explains, Y/N nods.

“I’m ready. I trust him.” She whispers.

Bucky sighs in contentment.

Loki shifts, Y/N looks up at Bucky. The blue flickers in and out of focus as he tries to keep the beast at bay. Her eyes fall to the markings. The star gleams in the slightest and then the lavender sprig.

Bucky’s fists clench, “Poetess.” he calls out to her, voice hoarse, needy.

“Bucky.” Y/N says with equal need.

In a blur she’s pressed against the mattress, a breathless laugh leaves her before Bucky’s lips find her soft ones. Her scent thrums through his senses. The beast within him wanted more.

Bucky’s hands wander over her frame, drawing moans from his mate into his mouth. Her hands grip at his t-shirt arching against him. He nips at her bottom lip. Bucky moans at the taste of her blood.

“You’re so fucking divine.” He hums, “Loki was right, a goddess, we’re blessed with a goddess.”

Y/N preens at the praise, Bucky allows the beast to take over, the spot under her left collarbone calls out to him. His thigh grinds against her core.

He raises his head looking at Loki who watches them with a lust filled gaze, “Claim our mate, James. You can have her this once alone, because after that she isn’t leaving from between us for a long time.” he smirks.

Bucky returns the gesture, “Hear that Poetess? You’re going to be worshipped. You’re going to feed our hunger the way no other could ever.” He kisses the spot of their bond. Y/N hums, the pheromones clouding every sense their needs brimming across the bonds.

Bucky’s fangs break through the skin, tears brim over as the bond forges between the two. Golden, gleaming, bright. Strong. Bucky feels whole, his bonds complete. The magick thrums through him as well. As before, stronger now.

Y/N breaks out of the haze of the bond, her chest feeling full, the love prominent and everything she needed it to be from both of them. Her hand moves to Bucky’s new markings, thumb brushing over the crescent on his wrist. Both vampires watch the outline of the same crescent form in her eyes then fade away.

Clothes are scattered over the floor, their mate worshipped between them. Bonds thrumming happily, sighs and moans fill the room. Y/N falls apart between them and is put back together by her mates.

The tangled mess of limbs, she lays between the two. Bucky’s chest against her back and Loki’s chest pressed to hers, she’s on the precipice of sleep with a smile on her face.

“I love you both.”

A.N: finally combated the block on this fic and the epilogue will be uploaded next week! thank you for waiting and supporting this fic, i'm so happy i was able to finish it and give it the ending that i feel is deserved by our witchling/poetess, warlock and vampire

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