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paulbee99 · 4 months
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🍬✨ In the multiverse, there are countless versions of him, but the heartbroken little prince from "Thor 1," hopeful to change his destiny, will forever hold a special place in my heart.💓✨
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imagines-random · 2 months
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Hey baby girl. You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day😙
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ynyaan · 3 months
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𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⚔ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ♕
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𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩-𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
Summary: Loki didn’t lack in giving you anything. He was attentive to your needs and is a surprisingly good lover. Alas, his endless gifts and spoilings leave you feeling guilty for receiving so much. You have never asked for anything specifically until one day; you had an ache to take something of his. “I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?”
.ᐟ 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣
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Loki has never failed to give you anything. Actually, most of his gifts are of his own accord. From silver jewelry to gems of every color, he gave whenever he could. You have always been grateful for it, but constantly receiving gifts knowing you can never repay them, leaves a bubbling guilt inside your stomach.
“Loveee!” A cheerful voice enters the living room. You were sat on the kitchen counter eating fruits while the large television played a nostalgic show.
“Loki, you’re back!” You grin. A smile you will forever greet him with everytime he comes back unscathed.
“Of course. I have a gift to present my divine goddess.” Loki motioned to his hand. A pink paper bag he had held tightly was now waving at your face. An excited ‘Oh’ formed at your lips as you grab whatever is inside. A soft texture arrives at your touch as you take it out. It was a fluffy textured box usually containing rings.
“Loki…” You began, “I told you, I dont need THIS many gifts! You’ve given more than enough!” You try to protest, but a hand to your face stopped your antics.
“Darling, I will spoil you as I please.”
“Yes but why must all of them be top-grade? Treasures that I cannot repay!” You pouted, your eyebrows pressed together.
Loki grabbed your cheek and caressed it softly. “I will only ever give you gifts worth your time, sweetheart.” Before you could exchange another sentence of no’s, the phone ringing suddenly filled the room with a repetitive chime.
Loki released his hold on you and walked further away to pick up his phone. He was speaking but it was inaudible. His facial expression created tension among his bones. Instead of wondering what they were discussing about, you instead took in Loki’s length and the extent of his obsession with coats. His pants that were worn out from battle and a dagger…
A dagger that shone gold and green, attached to his boots. The pocket being sheer enough to see through the detail of the weapon. It was by far, one of the most gorgeous daggers you’ve seen Loki owned. It’s silver hilt that had ‘LOKI’ engraved in little letters.
“(y/n)?” Your head snaps back to Loki walking to you.
“So? What do you think of the gift?” He grins, all the stress from his face faded away without a trace.
You nod, “its beautiful, of course. I love it. Thank you Loki.”
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Days flew by, yet the ache in your heart would not stop bubbling. Your mind had an itch you could not satisfy, a picture popping up in your mind the moment your eyes fluttered close.
You wanted that dagger. To use something of Loki’s, something flashy yet something soft to your touch. Unfortunately, you would rather go mute than ever ask anything from him. He has simply given you way too much, things and memories you simply cannot repay.
“Somethings wrong.”
His voice snapped your train of thought. The fruits you've been cutting have taken you atleast 20 minutes already. You hum in response before feeling his arms wrap around your waist behind you. “Tell me what it is that troubles you, my sweet.”
You bit your lip. Why on earth do you even wish for that stupid dagger? Your vanity table that had trinkets and jewelry in every box and corner, your closet filled with every type of clothing all painted in your favorite colors. Why do you want something of his? Something you barely would use anyway!
“I-,” you shut your eyes tight. Unable to keep the frustration in.
“Go ahead.” Loki snuggles his face onto the crook of your neck. He tightens his grip, encouraging you to go on.
“I- um, whew, I want…I mean, Ive been wanting something.” You sigh in relief, glad you could finish your sentence.
Loki releases his hold on you, turns you so that you are met with his face. His eyebrows is raised and a grin is formed by his lips. He chuckles lightly, “You want something…” he buries himself on your shoulder. This might just be the first time you actually ask for something specific from the God of Mischief.
“I must not be doing my job right if my love still wants something?” He teased, yet your feelings wavered. How could he think he’s not doing his ‘job’ right when he’s actually given way too much?
A louder chuckle escapes his lips as you feel him grin against you. “I had simply meant that I hoped to give you the world.” He whispers softly, enough for you to hear.
He faces you now, grabbing you on both your shoulders. “Tell me, my sweet, sweet, lover.” He puts his point finger under your chin and tilts it slightly higher. “What is it that you wish for?”
You lowered your head realizing how ridiculous your next words will sound, wanting such a simple thing yet asking for it sheepishly. “…dagger.”
Loki’s eyes lit up. He raises his hand and suddenly something shone brightly from it, he had summoned the exact dagger you wanted.
“Im glad it caught your eye. Its a special design you see, something unique from all the others.” He grabs your hand and places the dagger inside of it just before kissing your fingers.
“Remember, everything I have is yours and soon enough, I will have, the nine realms.” You nod as you clutched his new gift.
“Thank you, it truly is magnificent.”
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𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: Star (@_ynyaan) ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥
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Thinking abt smth 👩🏾‍💻
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hearts4court · 4 months
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someone PLEASE write a witch!reader x loki friends to lovers
prince loki has a crush on a cute witch from asgard who he grew up with. supportive brother thor getting his younger brother to admit his feelings🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
idc if there's smut or not i NEED this written.
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mischief2sarawr · 4 months
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Lovelies,
I was just playing around to create my very first Gif on here and at some point this happened.
I’ve been in tears laughing for the last 10 minutes straight and had to share it with you before ultimately dying because I can’t breath
I’m so sorry to do this to you.
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@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @maple-seed @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mochie85 @muddyorbsblr @wheredafandomat @divine-knight-hand @fandxmslxt69 @holdmytesseract @gigglingtiggerv2 @darkserenity24 @fictive-sl0th @coldnique @infinitystoner @loki-cees-all @use-your-telescope @unlucky-number-13 @peacefulpianist @peachyjinx @sarahscribbles @smirkingkitten @xorpsbane
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luciferslilith7 · 4 months
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Burdened with the glorious Purpose of being adorable <3
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3twindragons · 1 year
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lokiblackfatkink · 6 months
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It's officially #lokitober bitches 4 more to see Daddy again
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lady-rose-moon · 2 years
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please, can you do CNC x loki smut. don't do it if you not comfortable enough, thank you, love
You'll learn to love me
A/N: my mind was whirring for this so I hope you enjoy it!
Warnings: CNC, knife play, kidnapping, wait and see for the rest!
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A trip to the market was on your agenda today. You had planned to go down into the market to pick up a few things to prepare dinner tonight for yourself. It had been a while since you had treated yourself so you thought it would be a lovely change, to have a grand meal cooked and to enjoy it on your own by candlelight. Pulling on a simple green dress, leggings and a cardigan with leather boots, you headed out the door and down to the market.
You passed by many different stalls set up for trade and you smiled as you passed them, grinning as people welcomed you and blessed you to have a good day. You danced with the little girls that passed you by, scolded the boys who tried to gang up and bully a girl for wanting to play with them using a sword and you just enjoyed being among the citizens of your small town.
You smiled as you passed stall after stall, looking for ingredients for your dinner. You bought a few vegetables from a farmer and smiled politely as he nodded to you before you were walking on.
As the day reached noon, you decided to stop off at the baking stall to grab you and your beloved some treats. You bought some brownies, muffins and also some bread before you moved on. You relented easily though and picked out a brownie, lifting it to your lips before someone bumped into you.
"Hey!" you called out into the crowd as the cloaked man disappeared into the masses of people. Shrugging, you lifted the brownie back to your lips and took a large bite out of it before placing it back in the bag to finish later.
You didn't get much further before the world started to spin and you had to get out of the sunlight. Finding an alley, you leaned against a wall to catch your breath as your body started to feel numb. You decided that it was time to get to your house if you were starting to feel this tired but you found that your body wouldn't listen to you.
Everything felt so heavy and your head was so dizzy that you couldn't think straight. Before you knew it, you were falling forwards, completely unconscious. Luckily, you felt someone catch you before you could hit your head. Unluckily, you didn't know that and didn't feel yourself being whisked away in a flurry of magic.
Cold awakened you from your sleep and you instinctively tried to reach up to rub your eyes but your arms would not move from above you. Odd, you pondered silently, body shuddering from the cold, I didn't fall asleep here, did I?
"You're finally awake," came a voice from the darkness and you opened your eyes slowly to see someone emerging from the shadows. A sense of fear washed over you as you recognised his face, he was the guy that attacked New York! "I had thought you would sleep forever, lazy bitch."
"Where am I?" you snarled, glaring at the God as he approached you. he chuckled and cupped your chin but you forced your head to the side to avoid his grip, "answer me, coward!"
Loki chuckled and grabbed your chin more forcefully this time, forcing you to look into his brilliant emerald eyes. His lips curled into a snarl as he glared at you, "you do not get to ask such questions. Your king has not allowed it."
"My King?" you spot, terror and rage building inside of you, "I have no King, you disgusting scum!"
Loki chuckled and reared his hand back before slapping you across the cheek, "you do not address your King as such. You need to be punished."
With a click, the shackles holding your hands in place disappeared and you took your chance. You sprinted past the God, tracing every wall to try and find a door but your heart sunk when you found none. You were trapped in here, no doors, no windows, no way of escape. You pressed your back to the wall as you watched Loki approach, horror painted all over your face.
"Now, pet, where did you think you were going?" Loki purred, his rich voice floating through your ears.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a knife sitting on the edge of a table. You could try to slit his throat and escape, digging might do but what would happen if you couldn't? You'd be stuck here with his dead body for eternity. Still, you took the chance and grabbed the knife, lunging at the God with all of your might only to fall through him as he dissolved in a glow of green.
Dumbfounded, you looked around in horror before you choked back a gasp when a dagger was pressed up against your throat and Loki's body was pressed against your back. "Try that again, pet, go on, I dare you," Loki snarled, the dagger pressing harder into your throat and you felt a faint trickle of blood when he retracted it slowly.
Gasping for breath, you turned to face him with your hand over your neck, "are you crazy?! You could have killed me!!"
"But you asked for it, pet, you are the one that attacked me first," Loki retorted easily, looking down at his black nails before looking at you with a brow raised, the dagger being passed through every finger on his other hand without him looking. "Now that you seem to be past your disobedience, pet, I need to punish you."
In the next moment, your dress was stripped from you along with every other item of clothing. You covered yourself quickly but green shackles formed around your wrists and spread them out to the sides as more shackles kept your ankles in place. Your eyes widened in fear as you glared at him, "let me out of these shackles, monster, what if your brother hears of this!?"
Whack!
You froze in shock as your breasts erupted in pain but soon it melted into sinful pleasure. Your eyes darted back to Loki, who was now holding a flogger, and your eyes widened in realisation. "Where am I?" you tried again, your hands trembling in the shackles, "where. Am. I?!"
Loki tilted his head and a sharp grin raised on his lips before he whacked the flogger against your breasts again and you shrieked but he knew the secret pleasure. Oh, he could smell it! You didn't want to admit it but you were tempted, you were getting aroused.
"Monster, am I?" Loki cooed, stepping back and coming back with a chain in his hand. He walked close to you and smirked as your eyes met his in terror, "why don't we test that?"
When Loki pulled back, you felt tightness on your nipples and looked down to see that he had clamped your nipples. Loki chuckled and brought a finger under the chain, curling it around the chain before tugging. The shriek that erupted from your lips was music to his ears.
"Such a slut," Loki smirked, tugging again and watching you whimper in pain, "such a dirty slut, getting turned on by your kidnapper. What's going on in your mind, pet? Do you want my cock too?"
You shook your head, trying to display how much you didn't want that but he only hummed and walked closer to you, cupping your dripping core and whispering 'liar' into your ear as he sunk two fingers inside you, making you cry out and shake your head more.
"You're so wet for me, pet," Loki smirked as his fingers trusted in and out of you, listening to your pleading pants and whines, "such a dirty slut. Who in their right mind would get off from being fingered by a psychopath?"
Loki's teasing made tears form in your eyes as you tried to fight the shackles and tried to push him out of you. Instead, Loki smirked and curled his fingers, hitting that best spot inside you and you cried out, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful wave. Dazed, you whined and tried to push yourself away from him desperately.
Loki retracted his fingers from your cunt and smirked as he made you watch him suck your juices off his fingers, "you taste so sweet, pet," the God teased as you sobbed and hung your head.
"You...you won't get away with this," you spat, sneering at him as he merely smirked at you, "the Avengers will come find me."
Loki laughed and walked around you, the flogger appearing in his hand again and he slapped your arse five times, watching you whine and cry every time, "the Avengers will not come for someone like you. Just one person out of seven billion, you are worthless to them! So you will be here with me, as my pet."
You glared at him and snarled, "I will never be your pet, monster."
Smirking, Loki grabbed your chin and tilted his head, his pale skin shifting to that of a rich azure, his emerald eyes shifting to enticing ruby red and you felt your legs ache as his clothes disappeared alongside the shift. He was bare for you and you couldn't help but stare at his impressive cock.
"You're staring, pet," Loki teased with a sinister grin, his fingers hooking the clamps on your breasts and tugging again, his cock twitching when you whined and moaned, "you're such a slut, moaning for more from a monster."
"St-stop..." you tried, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you stared up at him, "please..."
Loki chuckled and green surrounded you, changing your position so you were up against the wall, your hands shackled above you with your arse on display for the Jötun. The God hummed and slapped the flogger against your arse again.
"Count, and thank your King," Loki snarled, bringing down the flogger again and at your silence, the chain connecting the clamps on your nipples was pulled downwards, making you whine and sob, "count, bitch."
Whack! "Thank you, my king!" you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks even as your pussy got wetter and wetter.
Whack! "Th-thank you, my King!"
Whack, whack, whack! "Th-tha-thank you, Loki," you moaned, screaming when the chain was pulled down further. Realising your mistake, you sobbed, "'m sorry, my King, 'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, slut," Loki snarled, "for that, I am going to put you through the worst torture. You deserve this."
You whined as Loki's magic gleamed between your legs and a buzzing started over your clit and you moaned in pleasure, biting your lip as the vibrator started to stimulate your clit in the way that you needed. Another shimmer and your back was to the wall, your arms chained above your head and your legs spread apart and shackled to the floor.
Loki stepped away from him, his hands glowing a deep emerald before he looked at you victoriously, "I will be back in a few hours, pet, a Prince of Asgard has much to do."
You watched him shimmer away and you whined, looking around your prison.
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Three hours. That bastard had left this vibrator on your clit for three hours and had even taken away your ability to cum. Every time you were about to roll over the edge into bliss, the sensation would just ebb away on its own and you sobbed, wishing for just one orgasm.
The familiar sound of Loki's shoes clicked on the stones and your head weakly lifted up to glare at him. Smugly, he took your chin into his hand and tilted his head, "what do you say, pet?"
"I'm sorry, my King, I'm sorry for addressing you incorrectly. Forgive my rudeness," you responded meekly, staring up at him, "please let me go."
Loki chuckled and shook his head, "no."
Your legs became unbound as Loki stepped between them, wrapping them around his waist and keeping them there with his magic as he got rid of all of his clothes and forced his cock inside you, moaning as you screamed in pain, the buzz of the vibrator not helping in the slightest.
You felt so full of him, you shook your head and tried to kick your legs as he started to thrust into you. You started to whine and cry until you were magically turned around, your legs still wrapped around Loki's waist as he thrust into you but your torso was now held against him too with the smooth metal of a dagger pressed to your neck.
Stunned, you immediately stopped crying to stare down at Loki's hand holding the dagger to your neck. He fucked into you at a ruthless pace, his cock hitting all the best places in your cunt as he moaned and threw his head back, bliss consuming him while completely disregarding your pleasure.
The blade to your neck was steady even with Loki's erratic pace and you cried out, feeling another orgasm approaching but you supposed that Loki would keep it from you. Instead, Loki ripped the vibrator from your clit and he started to circle it roughly, his thrusts matching the pace of his fingers as he groaned behind you.
"Cum, slut, cum for me and scream my name," Loki demanded, the dagger digging into your neck more as he got closer to the edge and you whined in pain, the dagger retracting minutely at that.
Your orgasm ripped through you, feeling like you were struck by lightning as your body twitched and convulsed, your walls pulsing around his cock making Loki moan and release inside you, resting his head between your shoulder blades.
As you came down, you realised that your legs were no longer wrapped around Loki and your wrists had a balm rubbed into them to stop the soreness.
"Loki..." you whispered softly and the God looked up at you from rubbing a balm into your sore pussy and legs. You smiled and ran a hand through his hair, "I love you..."
Doubt filled Loki's eyes as he stood, cupping your cheek and resting his forehead on yours, "are you sure? I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did..."
"You didn't..." you whispered softly and smirked up at him, "next time, you pretend to be the clueless mortal."
"There's a next time?" Loki smirked and you nodded, squealing when he picked you up, conjured clothing onto you and dissolved the illusion of the dungeon before walking through the door from the spare room in his chambers to the couches by the fire.
Usually, you would rest between Loki's legs by the fire but this time, he laid you down on the couch and rested his head on your stomach, his arms wrapped around one of your legs as you both watched the fire.
"Thank you for trying this," you whispered, your fingers twirling through his hair, "I actually liked that side of you."
"NEVER mention my brother during our acts again," Loki muttered, a laugh bubbling in his chest.
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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. 
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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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paulbee99 · 4 months
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🔥Absolutely…Hot🔥
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lokisam83 · 16 days
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WIP Jotun Loki
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Draw hair by hair takes me forever... I hope it will worth it
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ynyaan · 3 months
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𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 ♡ | 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ࣪𖤐
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𝘼𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨!𝙇𝙤𝙠𝙞 𝙭 𝙑𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
Summary: Loki is in the center of his conquest, worried that he has one last tie that could bring him to ruins. "If they threaten me with you, it WILL work." The once empty man is now a mess, all for you.
.ᐟ 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩-𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 / 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛
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Loki was always sure of his plans. He planned to take over the world, but to do that, he needed an army. You were both staying in Asgard as Loki began to form and arrange his plans.
"In a rush, love?" you inquired. Knowing full well his response. You looked at Loki, the man you loved and choose to ran away with, the man who you loved that convinced you to run, to rebel against Asgard and take what's 'rightfully' his. The thought of it terrified you, of course. But in all of the days you've come to love Loki, it was the first time you'd seen him so angry, so determined. Besides, you couldn't say no to him when he asked you to support him from the side. He was the man you loved, and to love is to fight.
"I know, darling. I'm sorry, but today is an important day. I'll finally be able to sign a treaty–a promise, with them." Loki sighed as he put on his signature green cloak. 'The Chitauri.'  The ones Loki hoped to form an alliance with, to help him with the war he was about to face.
"Be safe, Loki. I'll be waiting for you." Loki approached you and pressed his lips on your forehead, then your cheek. "I'll make it up to you, my queen." He whispered. A gold-like color illuminated Loki, and in a flash, he disappeared.
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... "FUCK!" Loki threw his daggers down on the floor.
"What happened? Why are you yelling?" You rush to him as he shuts the door loudly. He buries his face on your neck, breathing your scent in.
You wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him back, finding warmth and comfort in his affection. "They ran off, annoying bastards. They vetoed being led by me, and when I got infuriated, they decided to attack me. Only when I slaughtered those damn big creatures did they retreat." He huffed in anger.
You ran your fingers through his hair and caressed him softly. "It's alright, Loki. You'll find a new army, I'm sure of it." Even though you were now firmly against his plans, you still offered him assurance.
Loki always seemed so.. Anti-villain, but to you, he was simply misunderstood—afraid. "Thank you, Love—your right. I'll try to bargain with those fools. If they refuse, I'll just kill them all." He grinned.
"There's my Loki." You kissed his forehead and pushed away from his grasp. "Let's head to bed, shall we?"
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You wake up stretching your arms to find no one at your side. "Loki?" You softly whisper. You sit up to see Loki dressing in his usual working clothes.
"Right. Will you be back soon?" The lack of affection you both had lately was itching in your mind.
"I'll be back soon, darling." He replied, but his face was filled with slight remorse. 'Stay.' You wanted to voice out so badly. But you couldn't–you didn't want to foil or deter his plans. So you nodded and waved him off.
You stood up, deciding that if he wouldn't spend time with you, you'd spend time with yourself. You started putting on a fitted t-shirt, baggy pants, and a flannel with the ends tied together. You opened the doors to your room and went straight to Heimdall.
"Hello, Heimdall." You greeted him with a tilt of the head. "Midgard?" He asked. You chuckled softly as you nodded your head. He opens the Bifrost, and you walk through it.
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You walk through the shops of Midgard. They have so much variety compared to Asgard. Walking through the streets, you find a shop that particularly caught your eye.
You walk over to it, and the doors jingle. "Welcome to Darcy's Jewels!" A loud greeting was offered as you went in.
"Hello! Do you have any Gold Vermeil rings?" You inquired. The girl that assisted you smiled and pulled out a selection of rings. There were different designs, such as: butterflies, crowns, gems, and more. A shining green light distracts you from your side, and you look upon a ring. It was a plain gold ring twisted into a braid, partnered with an emerald green jem all around. The girl assisting you smiled as you pointed to the ring. You paid for it and went out, waving away from the store.
You look at the little purple bag and the red box inside it. You smiled and decided to go back to Asgard. As you were walking, you suddenly stopped. You looked to your right to see an alleyway—you couldn't shake the feeling that someone, something, was following you.
Suddenly, a hand reached out to you in the darkness, pulling you by the arm. You yelped and held on tight to the little bag. You caught sight of the arm that grabbed you, and it looked rather..unworldly. It pinned you to the wall with the arm now covering your mouth. "Stay put, and you might live mortal."
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Loki was in a dining hall, a tree-like table was flooded with chitauri soldiers on both sides, with Loki seated up front.
The leader of the Chitauri slammed its hand on the table. “Loki of Asgard, we refuse once more. We do not see you as fit to be a leader. Odin has refused you the throne for a reason.”
“Really? Well, I suppose we have no other way.” Loki took out his daggers and pointed them to the Chitauri Leader. The monster chuckled at the sight of the God of Mischief. Loki raised one of his brows slightly, but instead of inquiring, it's a How dare you? Type of eyebrow.
“You must’ve forgotten that you still have a weakness, aesir.”
Loki's brows furrowed, and his eyes laced with malice. “What did you do? What did you do to her?” The Chitauri laughed as they saw the God’s expression shift into a desperate plea.
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You were stuck between a wall and a chitauri with one hand clutching your gift. ‘Just great,’ You thought.
You lifted your right leg to the chitauri’s chest and pushed him away. He grunts and launches himself forward, pinning you to the wall. You slap him with your free arm and bite his left arm. He groans, and you rush out of the alley, going thru the sea of people in the streets.
“HEIMDALL-??” You scream, a blast of rainbow begins to ascend you. You caught a glimpse of the Chitauri running away in the other direction.
You arrive in Asgard. Huffing and trying to catch your breath. “Thank you-“
“He is waiting for you.” You were cut off by Heimdall speaking without glancing at you. You wordlessly try to understand what he means, a lightbulb sparking inside you. “Loki!” You squealed, getting up and running towards the Asgardian Palace.
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You open the doors to your quarters to find Loki standing ominously in the middle of the room. His hair was disheveled, and his face in anger. “Loki!” You run toward him, craving his warmth after what you have been through.
“Where have you been?” He asked. He held you by the shoulders as you stood before him, holding onto your gift tightly.
You look at him, surprised by his tone, slightly terrifying but assuring yourself that Loki would not hurt you by any means. “O-On Midgard? Listen, the Chitaur–“
“I KNOW. THEY TOLD ME Y/N. YOU COULD'VE BEEN KILLED OR TAKEN.” Loki hung his head as he breathed deeply in desperation and anger.
You were surprised at his sudden outburst, ‘they told him?’ You were so confused about what was happening but proceeded to calm Loki down first. “But I wasn't killed nor taken. I'm alive. I'm right here. I'm fine.” You say, not moving an inch from where you stood.
“(y/n). You we're lucky- just, please, stay here. Stay inside." Loki stuttered with his words, gasping sentence's like he couldn't breathe.
You just couldn't understand, why is he acting like this? you we're safe, is that simply not enough? must he cage you? "Loki, why-"
"Because if they threaten me with you, it WILL work.” Tears. Droplets of water fell to the floor. It was Loki’s. You sighed and dropped your gift to the ground. “Loki. I'm sorry to have been such a burden to you.” You felt like you we're weakening him, holding him back from being reckless, holding him back from his true nature.
Loki lifts his face, and you see his eyes glistering with tears. “Darling, no, no. That's not what I meant.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead. “I'm sorry, I'm so scared of losing you." He breathes out.
"You're the only thing keeping me sane. If I lose you, i won't be able to take it, i'd die without you (y/n)."
With nothing to say, you bent down and smiled softly to grab the gift. “Here, this is why I went out to Midgard.” Loki tilted his head as he took the gift from your hands. He puts his hand in and grabs the red box.
His expression shifted to awe as he saw the gift inside it. He took it out and slipped it onto his finger, raising his hand to admire the ring. “It's breathtaking. Thank you. Also, i’m glad you’re safe.” He hugs you tightly, a desperate hug, a plea to never leave him.
You sighed softly. You saw the state of Loki’s well-being and thought, ‘How poisoned this man is with my love.’
“I love you, Loki.” You whisper. “you have no idea.” He responds.
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𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙: Star (@_ynyaan) ───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 <𝟥
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lokisninerealms · 2 years
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loki just walks around like he’s that bitch bc he is indeed THAT bitch. this man just oozes sex appeal in every way.
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the way there’s absolutely no hesitation in his walk whatsoever, dominance from head to fucking toe.
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lord give me strength, avengers!loki has my whole heart, soul, and pu-
yea.
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stjarnaloki · 2 years
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The Hands that Hold You (Loki x f. reader)
hi! I finally have something to post! I am thrilled! this is the spicy sequel to this fic request about Loki's hands.
Major CW besides 18+: reader in this fic does suffer from mental health issues. please be aware if this is triggering to you. I wrote this heavily based on my own experience with derealization. It's so dark and dramatic in bits lmao but it felt good to write about. Words: 6k Tags: major friends to lovers, Loki is a simp, Loki is also an angsty idiot, post-Avengers Loki, Loki forgiveness arc, romantic smut, mentally ill reader, anxiety, healing, HANDS. Taglist:
@mad4marvelloki @lokiprompts @littlepupthoughs
finally, this fic is dedicated to the WikiHow page, "How to Throw a Knife"
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Loki stayed for a long time, letting you rub and squeeze and caress the expanse of his beautiful hands, never once making a move to leave until you squeezed twice and yawned. 
And then he kissed the thumb that was wrapped around his, chaste and pure and honest. And then with a quick “night, sweet,” he was gone. 
Loki found you curled up in a ball in the pantry. 
“Hey…hey…what’s this…” he murmured, kneeling quickly beside you. Your back quivered with shivering breaths, your hands clutched to your stomach that threatened to spill at any moment with anxiety-induced nausea. 
“I d-on’t…I d-d-” your tongue, that didn’t even feel like your tongue, how was it moving? stuttered as you tried to explain how you felt. You wouldn’t wish this experience on your worst enemy. It was the most terrifying sensation, completely alien to anyone who hadn’t felt it themselves. And when you explained it, you felt insane. 
“I d-don’t feel like I’m real I’m not real I don’t feel like anything’s real…” you blurted all at once, followed immediately by a stuttering inhale that immediately crumpled into a sob. Snot ran from your nose freely, but you didn’t care…none of this was real anyway. Who cares what you look like?
Loki’s brows furrowed in worry, saying nothing as he placed one of his broad hands on your back. You felt the warmth from his palm vaguely as he rubbed slowly, but it was a numb, dull sensation. Like a sedative had been slipped in your drink. Only you wished it was such a simple explanation as that. It was your own head torturing you like this, no one to blame but yourself. 
From somewhere far away, you felt Loki gently pry one hand off your knee and clasp it in his. Loki knew something was wrong when your hand didn’t immediately start rubbing the pad of his thumb. That was your routine, a nearly immediate cure that the trickster was used to by now and secretly, though he’d never admit it to you, felt immensely proud of. But now, you held it limply, like you barely noticed it was there, your breath still wheezing raggedly. 
So Loki rubbed your back a little more forcefully, like a mother to a sick child. But to no avail. Your hand was clammy in his, and it still wasn’t responding to his touch. The confused Loki scanned your features hurriedly, his mind versed in Asgardian health literature trying to diagnose what you needed. Your eyes were glazed over, unblinking and staring down at the ground, the only movement in your wracking breaths. You were going to make yourself sick, or pass out completely, Loki thought, if this continued.
“Sweet, you must try to breathe…” he finally spoke, his voice soft as silk. 
“...try to breathe…” you heard from far away, in a voice that sounded muffled underwater. 
None of this was happening. The life before your eyes moved like a dream, in frames that didn’t make sense. You felt like you were a million miles away, staring at your own body as you cowered in the corner. Your own heartbeat roared in your ears, completely aware that your hyperventilating was making you feel worse and completely unable to stop.
“Deep breath now, please…” Loki murmured, an uncomfortable worry beginning to bubble in his stomach. Whatever was happening was an entirely new beast, far more complicated than nerves from a presentation. He could feel the tumultuous energy around you, nearly see the chaos swirling around in your head. 
“...please…” the faraway voice said again. It was Loki’s. But Loki wasn’t here. It was just your own stupid head, making you think that you weren’t real and now it’s making you hear voices that weren’t there. The panic increased, your sobs more violent. You felt like you were suffocating, marooned on an island with only the tortuous thoughts in your head. 
You vaguely felt hands grab your face, and Loki’s face swam into your vision in slow motion. You saw the green of his eyes first. 
“Breathe…” his lips moved, and you registered the word a few seconds later. Your heart thumped a little less loudly.
“Look at me…” the lips moved again. A command this time. Louder. His eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen, deep pools of emerald, with some emotion behind them that you couldn’t distinguish as anger or concern. Looking at them felt nice. You swallowed thickly, finally having enough time between pants to feel your own tongue. Then another swallow, and finally a slow breath that filled your lungs completely. You felt a squeeze of your hand and came to realize that Loki was not a trick of your mind. Loki was there, full flesh and blood, his long legs crossed awkwardly in front of him, his worried face inches from your own.
“Rub my hand, darling, feel it…” the man in front of you murmured softly. His voice sounded nearly normal now, no longer warbled and far away. You obeyed, feeling a little better now that feeling was returning to your limbs. “It’s real, see?” 
Your mind caught up to reality all at once, like a video resuming after being rewound. Loki was now in full focus, and you heard the tick tick of the fridge and the hum of the air conditioning vent above you. Loki’s hand was real. There was the soft pale skin, the bony ridges, and squishy thumb pads you knew well, bringing you slowly back into your body. You sniffed pitifully, still unable to speak, fresh tears streaming down your face. You readjusted your grip on Loki’s hand where it lay on your lap, smoothing over his knuckles. He offered his other one and you grabbed it with a shaking hand. Loki slowly brought it to his breast, pressing your hand flat against the spot over his heart. You felt a steady thumping, much slower than a human’s, but strong.  
“I’m real, I’m right here…” Loki murmured, squeezing your other hand again for emphasis. You nodded, trying to stop the flow of tears. After a long few minutes of focusing on his heartbeat, your breathing was steady and your pulse returned to a normal level. You felt weak and shaken, but the worst had subsided.
Loki brought the hand on his chest to his lips, laying a soft kiss to your knuckles. The intimacy of this gesture was completely lost on you, still reeling from your out-of-body anxiety attack. 
“Sorry…” you found your words again, but the word came out more like a burble, halfway caught in your throat. 
“Shut up…” Loki replied, gently, unfolding his long legs so you could lean against his chest. 
 At his kindness, you lost it again. Fresh tears welled in your eyes and they fell in fat puddles on his gray shirt where you buried your face.
“Shh…shsh…” Loki said, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer. 
“I fucking hate it…” you sobbed. “I don’t know why this happens.” 
“You don’t have to understand why,” Loki murmured, his hand still in your own. You wrung it in such anguish you thought he would cry out, but he did not. “Some things just happen in your mind. Norns, if anyone would understand that it’s me.” 
Jesus, he was being sweet. With a long sniff, you gathered yourself enough to stop crying. You reluctantly pushed yourself up to sitting again, beginning to wipe your eyes with the backs of your wrists. 
“Ah-” Loki said, snapping his fingers to stop you. With a glimmer and a deadpan wink, Loki materialized a silk cloth with gold trim and presented it to you on an outstretched palm. You snorted, but took it gratefully. 
“Couldn’t you have just healed me?” you said, dabbing your eyes with the cloth, a little embarrassed at the fat tear stains you’d left on his shirt. “Zapped my head a little?” 
“I wanted to. You needed to break out of it yourself,” Loki said apologetically, leaning his long frame against a shelf full of rice. “The more you practice getting out of your own head, I think, the less daunting those feelings will be when they arise….” he said slowly, like a doctor postulating to a colleague. He looked at you apprehensively, like he was bracing for anger from withholding the remedy. 
You nodded instead, to his relief. 
“You sound like my shrink,” you sighed. “The only way out is through.” 
“The unfortunate truth, most times,” Loki replied. His words hung in the air, neither of you knowing what else to say. 
Loki broke the tension by clearing his throat. 
“I feel, personally, like a distraction would be a very good thing at the moment, no?” Loki said, all matter-of-fact. You smiled at his confidence, raising your eyebrows as if to say is that so? 
Loki jumped to his feet, holding out his hand to pull you from the ground. 
“Come with me.”
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“Not a workout…” you groaned, . “Loki…” 
Loki had led you at a brisk pace down the stairs to the doorway of the compound’s training center. He held the door open for you expectantly. 
“No, no,” Loki sighed impatiently. “Unlike my brother I don’t use my emotions as fuel to lift heavy things. Close, but not quite. Come,” he finished, nodding at you to come inside. “Trust me…” he wheedled when you didn’t move. 
You rolled your eyes, but allowed yourself to be ushered in. Once inside, Loki opened another door to what you thought was a closet, but turned out to be much more confusing. It was long, with a large padded board at the end of the room. Foam stuck out of the three dummies standing upright, where hundreds of slash marks had hit them. 
“Jesus Christ…” you said, marveling at the rack of daggers and battle knives that lined the opposite wall. 
“Marvelous, isn’t it?” Loki said, beaming, while he ran his finger down the edge of a dagger. It pinged when he flicked it. “Tony’s idea, the annoying fuck.” 
“Very nice…” you said slowly, more charmed by the grin that was stretching Loki’s face. The shadows that usually hung around his brow had faded entirely. 
“Try it,” Loki said, handing you a gilded handle of a blade. “Just throw one and see how it feels.” 
You took it silently, looking apprehensive. Loki faltered a little. He wasn’t used to displaying such enthusiasm. 
“It helps me feel better,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I thought it might do the same for you…” his voice trailed off. 
You suddenly realized how much you enjoyed the crinkles that appeared at the corners of his eyes when he said something serious. 
“Okay…” you sighed, trying not to blush, and took a wider stance on the padded floor. You wound up your arm, gripping the dagger with force. With a slight grunt, you hurled it at what you thought was the third target’s upper shoulder, but turned out to be his mid-calf. The blade only stuck a few inches, and the weight of the handle made it tumble to the ground with a dull clunk after a few seconds. 
When you looked back at him sheepishly, Loki was rolling up his shirtsleeves. Your eyes fell on an exposed forearm, admiring how his dexterous fingers folded the fabric in on itself, how handsome his nose was as he focused on that insignificant, mundane motion.  
“That’s a fair first shot, my lady,” he was saying, skimming his fingers along the top rack of knives like an artist peruses tubes of paint. “But, erm…”
You had raised your eyebrows at “my lady,” but expectantly waited for Loki’s inevitably perfect execution. 
Loki tossed his choice, an eight-inch blade adorned with an intricate vine pattern, a few inches into the air and caught it again. 
“A little harder, darling,” Loki said, picking one up and hurling it with what could only be the energy of hundreds of years of anger and mistreatment. His smile was gone, replaced with a dark focus. The lips drawn thin, the eyes bright, his opposite fist flexing and unflexing at his side. He observed where his dagger had hit, directly in the heart of the dummy, and relaxed slightly. The shadow lifted, and he looked at you with a nod as if to say got that? 
“Did you see how I turned my hips?” he said, shaking his dark curls a little. 
Did I ever, you thought. “Think so,” was what you said. 
“Try again. And, um, try exhaling this time. When you throw it,” Loki said, handing you another blade. 
Loki, bless him, had handed you a much smaller blade this time. Still wickedly sharp, but no longer than a butter knife. It sat nicer in the curve of your hand. With less weight, you felt much more in control. 
You took a deep breath and stood sideways, gripping the handle. With a twisting motion, you hurled your arm in an arc at the target. This time, the blade landed with a much more satisfying thunk, and it stuck in place. 
“Oh, well done,” Loki said, quirking the corner of his mouth. “Our victim certainly requires stitches, at least,” he said, motioning to the dummy, where your blade was protruding out of its upper shoulder.
“You’re the one that gave me the butter knife,” you quipped, stripping off your sweatshirt to just your sports bra. 
“They’re just as deadly, if you want them to be.” Loki said with a chuckle, and you didn’t fail to notice his eyes flicking up and down your now-exposed torso. You felt a shiver run through you. 
“Can I?” he asked, stepping forward with an expectant hand. 
“Sure,” you said, swallowing thickly. 
He reached for your throwing hand, readjusting your grip so the thumb rested on the blunt edge of the knife. He shifted the rest of your fingers down with delicate touches, then clasped it in his own. 
“Now…” he stepped behind you, your back just brushing the front of his shirt. His touch was so unlike what you were used to. Instead of soothing, his hands were electrifying. The hand that didn’t hold the knife trailed down to your hip bone, where he pressed gently in the direction he wanted you to move.
You hoped he couldn’t feel your heartbeat that was hammering in your ribs. 
“It’s more in the elbow,” he muttered, drawing your arm up so it was perpendicular. He mimed throwing in slow motion, and you tried your hardest to ignore how his breath shifted the hairs on the back of your neck. 
“Got it?” he questioned once he’d done it a few times, stepping away.
“We’ll see,” you said, entirely skeptical you had absorbed anything he showed you with the scent of his aftershave still making your head spin. 
You inhaled deeply, eyes shut. When you snapped them open, you moved all at once, releasing the frustration you felt with your own mind. How unfair it was that other people had brains that just worked and were able to go about their days without the impending dread that something terrible was about to happen. The knife left your hand at the same time you let go of a shout of fury, shame, and fear, a loud bark that echoed off the walls until the knife sunk directly into the center of the dummy’s chest.
Silence followed, in which you just stared, panting at the emotional discharge. 
“Oh, shit,” Loki whistled, breaking the tension. When you didn’t respond, he leaned his head into your field of vision, where you still stared at the dagger sticking out of the dummy. 
“How’d that feel?” he said softly, snapping you out of your trance.
“Quite good,” you admitted, shaking yourself a little. “That must have been a fluke. Did you use your magic to make me feel better?” 
“On Valhalla, I did not,” Loki said, smiling at you. 
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You threw daggers with Loki until orange light poked through the windows, signaling dinnertime. By the last throw, you felt cleansed. It was as close to forgetting about your panic attack as you ever would be. 
Loki tossed you a towel to wipe the sweat off. He’d made himself an outfit more comfortable than a button down, which turned out to be gym shorts and nothing more. He was glistening, too.
“I’ll see you at dinner?” you asked, suddenly feeling exposed and unsure how to end this violent therapy session. 
“Yeah, I’ll see you,” Loki said. But neither of you moved. You shifted your weight to the other hip, not wanting to be the one that ended this moment. Loki’s moods were forbidden rooms, too, often hidden by heavy doors. You didn’t know when you would see this one again.
You cleared your throat. 
“Thank you,” you said earnestly. “It helped. A lot.”
“Don’t mention it,” Loki said gruffly, freezing where he stared at you. 
“I’m sorry you had to see…this afternoon,” you continued, unable to hold your tongue. 
“Stop it,” Loki said a little forcefully. 
You took a step closer to him, feeling bold and foolish all at the same time. The emotions of the day left you feeling like you had little else to lose.
“You…make this bearable,” you said. 
“I don’t need thanks,” Loki cut you off gruffly. “You don’t owe me anything. It’s just what…”
“What friends do?” you said, your voice barely a whisper. Another step and your face would be inches from his. 
“If you’d like to call it that…” Loki said again, indulging in a long glance at your lips.
“Is that what you’d like to call…this?” you asked all at once, not breaking his dark green stare. His face moved an inch closer to yours in the long pause that followed, and then another inch. Your exhales danced on each others’ lips. 
“You trust me. And I trust you. And it is very hard for me to trust. I think that says enough,” Loki said, his lips so close to yours they brushed on his vowels.
That was as close to a confession as you’d get from the trickster, you reasoned. 
The first meeting of your lips was a pillowy-soft question. His lips spoke neither encouragement nor resistance at first. But the hands that flew to your waist a second later were not indifferent. They commanded you closer, drew you to his firm body so fast that you broke the kiss to gasp against his mouth.  
Loki’s mouth was devouring yours again a second later, kissing you with a fervor that caused goosebumps to prickle up your arms. 
For once, your hands got to explore the rest of his body. Caress his still-damp chest, tug gently on the curls at the back of his head. He was everywhere all at once, tasting your lips, licking your neck, nibbling your collarbones until you gasped against his cheek.
Loki stopped suddenly, leaning his forehead against yours and panting. 
“...you’ve had a shit day,” he said, the quiver in his voice giving away any chance he had of concealing his arousal. 
“Please don’t stop…” you moaned, trying to tug his broad shoulders closer to your body again. He backed away instead, making your insides feel like they were shriveling up. 
“I feel like you’re going to regret this,” he said, rubbing a frustrated hand over his forehead.
“What?” you exclaimed, but Loki was already sweeping out of the room, muttering I’m sorry. 
Loki didn’t come to dinner that night. When you went to bed, you slammed the door neighboring his room loud enough to rattle the paintings on the wall. 
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You awoke a few hours before sunrise, with no other explanation but the annoyance you felt at your jilted kiss. You tossed in the sheets, running things you’d like to yell at Loki in your head. It was humiliating, the way he’d left you standing there, and after a kiss like that. 
Worst of all, and this shook you to the bone, you were afraid that your little outburst yesterday had ruined whatever chance you had to turn your friendship with Loki into something more. Maybe finding you in that snotty heap in the pantry had been the nail in the coffin on your connection. You could hardly blame him. 
No, Loki wouldn’t do that, the tiniest voice in your head said. 
Do you really know that? The louder, ruder voice said. 
After ten minutes of this, it became clear you were not going to get back to sleep. You threw on a t-shirt and didn’t bother with pants, assuming the rest of the compound was asleep. 
Going to Loki’s room crossed your mind, but you shoved the thought aside, feeling foolish. 
That is, until you opened the door and there was Loki, apparently working up the courage to knock. 
“Fuck,” you yelped, startled at the unexpected tall, dark shadow.
“Oh,” he mused. “Hello.” 
“What do you want?” you asked him sullenly. 
“I saw your light turn on. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“What, so you can take care of me because it strokes your ego and then run the other way once you remember how much of a fuck-up I am?” 
You threw the words at him, wanting them to make him yell and scream so this could just be over, but the trickster denied you of that as well. He frowned, making you feel even worse. 
“You know as well as I do that we’re both fuck-ups,” he finally said, looking at you with the trace of a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
You lunged forward to hit him square in the chest, and found yourself instead on his lips, kissing them with all the violence of the punch. Loki made a noise in the back of his throat as your tongue circled his, clawing at his shoulders to get him inside. 
Without breaking your lips, Loki pushed you backwards and spun you around until the door clicked shut with the weight of him pressing you against it. His hands rifled up the fabric of your long t-shirt as he licked into your mouth, and you helped him by ripping it over your head. 
He groaned at the sight of the pale moonlight dancing on your bare breasts, squeezing them with both hands until you gasped. 
“I’m still mad at you,” you half-moaned as he took one of your nipples between his teeth. 
“I know,” Loki said, licking a hot stripe up the center of your chest before pressing his tongue into your mouth again.
“I…” your admonishment was interrupted as a gasp escaped your lips, brought on by Loki’s hand trailing down to your thigh. “I got the impression I scared you off…”
Loki sighed, kissing you again, this time a little more gently, letting his lips drag off of yours before he spoke. 
“I am sorry for what happened yesterday. I felt…guilt, and it was unnecessary, and it hurt you,” Loki said, speaking slowly, as if he chewed each word.  
“You’re not the only one whose mind spirals out of control sometimes. I was worried you’d think I’d only cared for you because I wanted something,” Loki said, his eyebrow knit together in an endearing worry. “I assure you, I’ve wanted you for some time and I have not been capable of expressing it. You were the one who faced it head-on, and I ran like a scared little boy, and for that I am truly sorry,” Loki finished, looking at you expectantly. 
You said nothing, but a smile curled your lips and you toyed with the hem of Loki’s shirt. 
“Besides, wasn’t my rock-hard cock enough of an indicator that I wanted you desperately?” Loki murmured, the lust returning to his voice. “Frankly, I didn’t come to dinner last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you’d look with my come leaking out of you,” Loki said between kisses he nipped onto your breasts
“Oh…fuck, Loki…” the image of his white liquid defiling your skin sent floods between your legs. Your hips arched off the back of the door on their own, searching for friction. You clawed at Loki’s back, wanting to be so close to him that he absorbed you. 
“Easy, darling…” Loki purred, but relenting, hiking your leg up so your throbbing heat rested on his hip. You ground onto it, heaving a shuddering breath at this first delicious friction.
Loki watched you write your hips against him, his lips pink and shining with your saliva. 
“Look at you…” he murmured appreciatively, training his hands down your abdomen and appreciating the twitches they sent into your core.
“So sensitive,” he purred as your skin jumped under his fingertips. 
“Loki,” you whispered, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, his name on your lips more of a request than a statement. He understood.
With your other leg already wrapped around his waist, he grabbed your other hip and easily hoisted you so his body was the only thing holding you against the door. His weight was deliciously smothering, his hips gently rocking his straining cock against your stomach. 
“Tell me,” Loki breathed hot into the crook of your neck, his hips grinding in tandem with yours, each trying to chase pleasure through clothing. “Tell me how you want me and I’ll give it to you…anything…” he panted.
A thrill went through you, as this was surely the most desperate thing you’d ever heard him say.  
“I want you inside me,” you said shamelessly. “Fuck me until I’m sore and leaking your come all over the sheets, Loki, please.” After those sinful words left your mouth, you grabbed one of Loki’s hands that you loved so much and brought it to your mouth, slowly sliding two of his digits into your wet lips. You sucked them gently, bringing their length down the back of your throat, saliva coating them as you suppressed a gag around them. 
Loki’s eyes went black. His cock jumped against your stomach, so hard it must have been painful. His lips parted in, was it shock or desire?, and his other hand was suddenly gripping your hip so hard you felt blood vessels burst. You finally released his fingers, letting your lips drag over them as they left your mouth. Loki growled as he watched a trail of spit connect your lips to the tips of his fingers, a feral sound that sent floods gushing into the panties that still kept your cunt from him. He was captivating and terrifying.
Loki attacked your mouth again, panting and moaning against your tongue in a frenzy as he threw your arms around his neck. Lips still connected, he carried you over to the bed and set you down, not removing his tongue from your mouth until you scrabbled impatiently at the front of his sweatpants.   
Loki’s cock was nearly at eye level when he stood over you. With his clothing glimmered away, his tip was shining in the moonlight, beckoning you, and without thinking you licked up the shaft until the entire head was in your mouth. You tasted the tang of salt and you moaned around it. Loki gasped with the vibration you made around his cock, pulling you by the chin off of his length. 
“You do that again and I’ll come…” he said, almost a threat, but his eyelids fluttered with pleasure. 
“Isn’t that the point?” you said, dipping forward to lick at the pink head again. 
“Uhn….” Loki groaned, pulling you off again, trailing one thumb over your wet lips as he stared down into your eyes. “Not yet. Get on your stomach.” 
You obeyed in an instant, and in another Loki’s body was encompassing yours, his heavy cock resting in the curve of your low back as he lay sweet kisses up and down your spine. One hand snaked under your hips until it found your clit and you jerked at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
“Shhh….sh..sh…that’s it…” Loki said into your shoulder blade, circling slowly until you relaxed into his touch. Soon you relaxed and your hips began to grind down onto his fingers, fresh wetness flowing over his hand and sheets under you.
“You’re dripping, my darling…” Loki said in reverence.  
“Oh, shit…” you moaned, your voice muffled into the bedsheets. You felt your core begin to flutter, the rock of your hips becoming more desperate. Loki sensed this too from the way your body shook with every circle of his index finger, and withdrew. Your cunt clenched around air, left wanting in his fingers’ absence. 
“Are you ready for me, sweet girl?” Loki murmured into the crook of your neck, letting his lips drag down your shoulder where you quivered under his touch. 
“Please…” you cried, shifting your hips to angle towards him. You were aching to be filled. 
“Turn over for me, baby,” Loki murmured. “I want to look into your eyes when I fill you up.” 
Your cunt clenched again at this idea as you flipped and drew him into a deep kiss. His body rippled over yours, his cock leaking clear fluid onto your stomach.
Loki hoisted one knee to your chest, spreading your entrance open for him. He dipped his head to kiss you once more before drawing back, pumping a handful of your slick up and down his shaft. With one thumb he tugged your lips open, gazing at the glistening pink softness with blown pupils.  
“Loki, please,” you mewled, growing impatient. “Please, I need you inside me.” 
Loki leaned down, one hand lining up his slicked head at your entrance. He nipped at your bottom lip, and gave you what you wanted. 
“Oh-fuckkkkk” you both cried. Loki exhaled into your mouth as he pressed the head of his cock into your tightness. 
“Fuck,” he echoed, drawing back before pressing himself further inside. 
“More…” you said in a strangled voice, clawing at his back with your nails. “Loki give me more.” 
He plunged into you again, deeper this time, his green eyes still piercing yours. He absorbed every furrow of pleasure in your brow, every shudder the ridge of his head brought when it brushed against your g-spot. 
“Oh, darling, I love watching you take my cock like this,” Loki groaned, thrusting once more. He worked your clit with his thumb, adding delicious pressure that opened you up while he stretched you. 
“Oh, god,” you gasped in a breath that was entirely Loki’s air. 
Loki bottomed out inside of you at the same time he slipped his tongue between your lips. He broke the kiss when he felt you clench around him, gasping fuck, darling, before kissing you wetly again. 
“You like feeling me all the way inside?” Loki murmured when you parted, rocking his hips ever so slightly. “You like being all filled up like this, don’t you, sweet girl?” 
You whimpered and nodded, arching your back to your chest pressed into his. Then he took your hand and placed it on your abdomen, pressing it down until you gasped.
“Yeah, you feel me right there?” Loki growled, rocking his hips in and out so you could feel his length moving inside you under your palm, stretching you, ruining you. You covered your mouth with your other hand, practically sobbing at how much this aroused you. Fluid gushed around Loki’s cock and down your thighs, making him murmur in approval.  
“You could come just like this, couldn’t you?” Loki’s teasing was relentless. 
“Yes, oh, fuck, please, yes, I can come, I’ll come for you,” you gasped all in one breath, still feeling the swell of Loki’s cock stretching the skin of your stomach. 
At once, Loki’s hips began to move with purpose, drawing a gasp of pleasure from you every time the ridge of his head rubbed your g-spot. With his thumb, he circled your swollen clit, each touch its’ own little wave that rippled through your core. 
“Gods, I can feel you gripping me,” Loki said, his voice shaking with the rhythmic tightening of your cunt that meant you were about to explode. 
“Loki, Loki..ah- Loki,” your voice was a high-pitched whine. 
“Tell me, darling” Loki goaded you, rocking his hips faster, the sound of wet skin filling the room.
 “I’m gonna come, I’mgonnafuckingcome…” was your incoherent whisper. You grabbed the sides of Loki’s face, drawing him closer, wanting to be filled by his tongue and his cock as you came.
“Come for me, darling, that’s right, yes, oh, you’re almost there….” Loki’s lips brushed your own with every word. “Look at me when you come,” he thumb echoing the command as it swirled harder on your clit. Your core was fluttering rapidly, making Loki grit his teeth.
“Come for me, now,” Loki choked out, at the same time his cock twitched inside you. His last thrust was sloppy and wet and perfect, and together you both went rigid with pleasure, eyes locked on each other and sharing hot, stuttering gasps.
“OH….fuck…” you rasped, wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy rushing through your body, milking Loki’s cock as he spilled inside you.
“Uhnnn…” Loki moaned as your cunt drew his come deeper with every clench of your orgasm. His release flooded you with warmth, pooling inside you until you were entirely his. 
Loki’s arms shook and he collapsed on your chest, both of you struggling to breathe in the aftermath of your pleasure. 
You felt limp as you came down from your high, completely content with being smothered by Loki’s firm body on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, stroking his back until his breath returned to normal. 
He raised his head at last, his face flushed the most gorgeous tinge of pink. He kissed you slow and deep, lust quickly replaced with sweetness. 
Loki hissed when he finally slid out of you. As promised, white liquid followed, running down the seam of your cunt and onto the sheet. Loki smirked, admiring the mess he’d made of you.   
“What have we done?” you questioned, smirking back at him. 
“Are you complaining?” Loki questioned, tugging you so his body encompassed yours. 
“Far from it,” you murmured, shivering at his hands on your body. Those hands. The ones that had started all of this.
“Good.” Loki said, sleep already creeping in the edge of his voice. 
“Is this going to be a problem?” 
“Undoubtedly.” 
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