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lostalioth · 6 months
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𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
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→ premise: loki knew he was rough and mean and yet he also knew that you loved it.
→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader
→ warnings: smut | 18+, knife play, throat training, oral [m receiving], face fucking, degrading, small amount of praise, nicknames [darling, pet, throat slut, love], small amount of gagging.
→ a/n: 03 kinktober
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“Get on your knees pet, gotta train that pretty little throat so you know how to shut up slut” Loki growls and grips the back of your neck to push you to the floor. He was leaning back against the soft plush black couch that sat in the center of the living room, his legs spread. One hand still holding the back of your neck and the other palming over his thigh and moving then to rub over the bulge in his pants. “And what if I don't wanna shut up huh?” You taunt and tilt your head. Yet your hand begins to crawl up his knees and lean closer. His eyes glint down at you and an evil smile forms on his lips before he lifts his hips to adjust. Loki's tongue pokes his cheek and he waves his hand to conjure up his dagger. With one swift motion his dagger is pressed against the crevice between your neck and your collar bone, softly pushing the blade against your neck. Your breath hitches and arousal pools between your legs.
“Pants off, take my pants off now darling” he grins and keeps his dagger pressed against you as his eyes shift between your face and the growing tent in his pants. Your eyes glaze over and your jaw goes slack as you nod your head in obedience, just how Loki likes it. You begin to unbutton his pants, slide them down his slender legs as well as his tight black boxers down and off his body.
He flashes his wicked smile at you for complying and pulls your mouth down onto his twitching cock filling your throat. “Oh fuck such a pretty slut you like me being rough you know it, youre dripping right now with my cock shoved down your thoat and this blade pressed against your pluse.” He chuckles softly as he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He knows you can't answer him and that only makes him more excited.
You clench your thighs as your slick and arousal soaks your panties. Your erratic heartbeat booming hard in your ears as Loki digs the blade of his dagger a bit deeper. The hand still holding the back of your neck grips harder and holds you down to the base of his cock, his cock filling your mouth and pushing at the back of your throat causing you to gag around him a bit.
“Hold it darling, hold it deep in your throat and dont gag love. Got it pet?” Loki teases and lets go of your neck to rub his thumb over your cheek under your eye.
You run your tongue over a vein sprawling across his shaft and use the spit slipping down his cock to play with his balls, your jaw relaxes and you hold him deep in your mouth without gagging. Loki lets out a breath and drops the dagger to hold the side of your neck and runs his thumb over the bump caused by his cock. It made his stomach swirl and the knot tighten as your throat squeezes him.
“Such a good slut fuck, my little throat slut huh?” He groans as his head tips back.
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→ a/n: this was very short and i meant to post it yesterday but i was gonna write more but im already getting a bit of writers block so some will be shorter yk?
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mgnifique-tion · 3 months
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— december 31st.
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summary || ``out in the cold with a god, the historian never expected how great the next year would turn out to be.``
pairing: tva!loki x fem!historian!reader song recommendations: where the sea sleeps (day 6 – even of day) lowercase is intended…
— themes and warning/s: fluff, friendly bickering, friends (allies)-to-lovers, cozy, very minimal swearing (literally just one), this is very soft pls my heart–
— a/n: somebody got into loki again (me) and it’s been a while since i’ve written a marvel au (like probably 6 years ago HELP) and just for some backstory, my writer buddy (@yourstrulyksm) got me into this because she wanted me to write a christmas special but uh, the idea came in late……. and also, brainrot for loki……….. so here’s a short, teeny tiny winter special to end the year with! let’s welcome 2024 with a warm embrace (and perhaps a kiss…? maybe ship yourself with the upcoming year??? i’m def going insane)
[ total words: 1.2k ]
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“are you alright?”
oh, you were pissed off, and not in a healthy amount. you were unhealthily pissed off. him asking you that question while you both stood in the middle of the wilderness clearly was not a great way to have a brand new conversation that opened with him doubting your mental state in some way. a loose nightdress was the only thing keeping you warm and as much as it looked so good on you, you were now beginning to hate it with all of your soul. 
that and the god who dragged you out of your home to fulfill a mission, loki.
“it’s almost twelve o'clock and you’re expecting me to be okay out here, in the cold, outside of my damn apartment, dressed in this sleeveless, thin cotton dress– are you that dense!?” anger was just inching closer with each second that passed as the god looked you from top to bottom, keeping his lower lip under his front teeth as he tilted his head.
‘right, he was a front giant. i forgot,’ you thought, huffing as you crossed your arms in both the burning annoyance and in the cold. to your surprise, that ticking bomb inside your head wasn’t really going to do much to keep you warm. 
“why didn’t you bring a jacket, then?” he questioned again. “you showed up at my doorstep panicking! i didn’t have time to get one!” you complained.
and then, there was silence, a moment of clarity which was later interrupted by the god once again. this time, he laughed, shaking his head at the supposed funny moment that took place earlier. “... oh, my friend, i do apologize–”
“you should,” you quickly snapped back, walking next to him as you followed his directions as if you weren’t familiar with the location. “now, i’m freezing like shit here– what are you doing?”
without thinking twice, the thick, dark blazer he wore was slipping off of his shoulders and arms as he gave you a state, later offering it to you by nudging your arm with his knuckles. “come on, wear it. the cold never bothered me anyway,” he said, both of his eyebrows raised as his eyes glimmered, hoping that you’d just take the blazer from him.
“... thanks a lot, elsa.” you still spoke in that grumbling tone you always had when it came to him but deep down, it was all for the humor… and the never-ending stage of denial. 
yes.
it’s been a while since those feelings for him bloomed like a flower on a spring’s day.
and now, you’re stuck with him like a pine tree on a winter’s night. “what are you even doing here? didn’t you tell me that we’re just supposed to see each other throughout time like… periodical visits?” you questioned, still wondering why he was now standing next to you. 
although he and mobius did need the help of a licensed historian, it was clear that you weren’t like the two of them. you had an entirely different role and just like what they both would say, you should play your role in the timeline. 
“why? isn’t this just like one of those periodical visits as well?” his shoulders slowly rose throughout the question as you sighed. 
3 days ago. it’s been 3 days since loki and mobius left…  and now, one of them is back again and it didn’t seem like he’s in trouble as you assumed.
“yeah, but like, i thought you’d come see me a few months after the last visit,” you muttered, taking steps with him slower this time, clearly diving deep into the talk. “you know? like the last time… for you, only a week passed but for me, it took six and a half months. is there another problem we have to fix or is this gonna be your thing?”
in return, he chuckled and asked back, “can’t i just pay my favourite historian a visit?”
“... but i’m the only historian you know–” “shut up.”
though it sounded bitter, both of you still smiled over the friendly banter and somehow, it was nice to know that loki traveled through time again just to meet up with you.
as a busy historian constantly checking if the two tva employees or sylvie herself made any of those rewrites in the many pages of history, you never really had a chance to go out with friends… you weren’t even sure if you still had contact with those old friends of yours.
in some way, you were lonely. 
you’d never admit it to yourself or to anyone around you but it was undeniable that you still were. “so, what you’re telling me is that you probably got bored and thought to yourself that you should seek me out just so you could take me here in the middle of the night? for fun? is this your brilliant idea of fun?” you questioned, syncing your pace with him as leaves and snow rustled beneath your boots. 
again, he chuckled. “well… it’s not exactly boredom,” the god answered, taking a deep breath right after. “... i did have plans to see you tonight.”
‘... what?’ that one word danced around your mind in circles because not once did you think of that possibility.
he just said he wanted to see you exactly tonight, how could that happen?
“and it’s getting late, i know. i’m sorry for dragging you out here but this one…” he trailed off, taking another deep breath as he suddenly stopped walking… and of course you did the same, choosing to face the trees instead of him. 
“this one’s important.”
then, he raised his hand mid-air, just above his own shoulder as his fingers fluttered, emitting vibrant sparks in every color you could think of. he had a genuine smile on his face, his emerald eyes staring back at you while you focused on how the sparks flew and twirled around his palm. once you looked at him, you held in your breath, absolutely overwhelmed by the situation. “... loki.”
“i’m in love with you,” he said softly, his eyes turning glossy, admitting to it all wholeheartedly. no more secrets now. “and it’s killing me to keep these words to myself for longer so nothing’s stopping me from saying them now. i am so in love with you, y/n… i can’t imagine not seeing you every single minute.”
with the sparks from his own palm flying into the air, syncing with the fireworks that blasted into the dawn skies, he pulled you close, the lips you’ve dreamed of every night brushing against yours soothingly as you started forgetting about how cold it was… the kiss he was giving you was enough to keep you warm.
even too warm, perhaps…
“whoa– hey, wait a second.” you pulled away from him, your palms touching his chest, grazing a little bit against the fabric of his ironed as if it was to restrict you from letting the kiss get deeper than expected. “... we just kissed? is this for real? or are you enchanting me? loki, i swear–,” you were then cut-off by quick peck on your cheek, his hands touching the back of yours so delicately as he looked at you with relief, shaking his head.
“this is for real, trust me.” he smirked, smothering his lips against yours once again as your eyelids closed shut, indulging everything he’s been giving you right at that moment.
well, isn’t this such a great way to start the year?
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For Kinktober: Pegging with a side of Loki and a dash of 🍭. <3
It's time for emotions.
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Let Me See You
Warnings: Pegging, established relationship, sub!Loki, praise and reassurance, anal penetration (fingers and strap), when the Dom sweet talks and cooes the brat out of their sub until they are soft blue mess, emotions, mentions of past trauma, Jotun!Loki (not the massive one)
Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x AFAB!Reader
He grunts, deep in his chest with an annoyed tone. His muscles clench around your slick fingers and a swirl of green magic flashes in his eyes. His cheeks are flush and his cock twitches against his stomach.
"Fuck, fuck me already." Loki's fingers digger hard into his spread thighs. "If you think-"
"Don't be naughty, sweetling," you purr, running your free hand up his stomach to brush against one of his nipples. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Or I'll have to punish you. And you've been so good for me this week. I know you're feeling wound tight, needy for me. Let me take it all away."
Another grunt escaped his pursed lips when you curled your finger upwards to stroke his prostate. The god's chest heaves when you add a third finger, stretching the ring of muscles. His ass clenches, fighting the intrusion and yet he demands more from you.
His cock leaks precum across his pale, almost blue skin. The illusion of his Asgardian visage seeping away the more he let go of his control. Loki isn't one to let himself be seen, even by you, but you craved these moments. When the facade would drop, when Loki was finally free to you and to himself.
"So beautiful, my love." Your hand stretched up to his heated cheek, thumb stroking the fine contour of his features. "Let me have control. Let me pleasure you and be gentle with my love. Let me see you."
You rise up higher on your knees and look down at your lover. His eyes shine, the defence mechanism developed from centuries of neglect shift and his lips tremble. You kiss him softly. Loki wants to let go, but he can't. He doesn't need to say the words, you won't make him. That isn't what this is about.
"I know, sweetling, I know. You've done nothing but fight for everything you've ever wanted. You don't need to fight me. Let me give you everything."
The slip of your fingers from his body makes him shudder and a whimper slips past his lips. You kiss once again, gripping his jaw firmly so you can plunder and steal the sound from him, to swallow its desperation. You pull back only when his body melts beneath yours. His breath shudders again and you can't help but smile.
You reach across the bed and grab the toy. You're aroused enough that the bulbous end slips inside you with ease. The weight of it inside you and between your legs lifts those last little bits of stress from your body. You pour lube onto the thick silicone and look up at your lover. His eyes are fixed on the heavy blue cock.
"Keep your eyes on me, sweetling, and just let me love you."
Your hands replace the ones on his thighs as you move closer, pressing the tip of your cock against his hole. Loki nods, hands moving to rest on your waist. The slip is easy after the flared head sinks past his tight ring of muscles. You watch his features for any sign of discomfort, his eyes flutter closed and his moans when your hips meet his ass. He clenches and pulls on the strap, pressing your end into deliciously inside you.
"Glorious, my love," you whisper, petting his thighs until your fingers just reach his cock. "Tell me when you want more and I will give it to you."
Loki breathes deeply, adjusts to the weight of being stuffed full so beautifully, like he was made for taking cock. He holds your stare, the marks of his birth rising to the surface as the illusion fades. His eyes shift to red and his pale skin turns the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen. He shines.
Your fingers trace the patterns of his skin as you kiss his calf and thighs. Every part of you wants to move, wants to show the god how powerful you are, how you will keep him safe and protected while he receives nothing blissful pleasure. This body wasn't meant for war or harshness, but for worship and soft love.
"Please," he begs.
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rosaline-black · 2 years
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ᴅᴏᴠᴇ - ʟᴏᴋɪ ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏꜱᴏɴ
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Summary: When being forced to join the avengers in an attempt to reform, the last thing Loki expects is to fall for the green thumbed witch who spends all her time in the greenhouse.
Category: Loki Laufeyson X Fem!reader
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This was a new low. Resorting to going behind enemy lines, having to enter the place he had attempted to destroy a couple years ago. And no, not to infiltrate, but to join them. The godforsaken avengers.
"Brother... you need to at least act as though you are willing to be here..."
"Thor... I'm not willing to be here..."
"It was this or you would be condemned to the dungeons of Asgard for eternity..."
Loki had sort of tuned out as Thor continued to speak of what could have happened. His eyes scanned the mutual living space, it was comfortable, too modern for his taste. But then something caught his eye, or someone to be more exact. Your gentle fingers carefully mimic the motion of flipping a page, the book in your hand, in turn, flipping a page. Witchcraft?
He didn't remember you from the battle, and Loki was sure he would remember a face like yours. Gentle and kind, a nurturer he assumed. He was drawn to you for some reason, a reason he could not explain, and his chest was tingling in a way he never felt before. It was... peculiar.
"Ahhh reindeer games... finally arrived..."
Amazing, Tony stark was here to greet him. Loki wanted the ground to open and swallow him, maybe one of doctor strange's portals to open beneath him. Anything to remove him from the humiliation he was facing. Of course, it was deserved, but he could feel your eyes on him, and although he did not know you, he didn't want you to see him this way.
"Stark..." he said coldly in return, keeping the witty comeback about Tony's alcohol dependency behind his tongue. Maybe he could use that another time.
What followed was even more peculiar. On orders of Nick Fury, everyone was supposed to greet him. All of the defenders of Midgard looked up on his arrival, just like he expected the warmest reception he received was from his own brother. That was until you.
"Hello, I'm y/n... it's lovely to meet you..."
Loki didn't know whether he wanted to cradle you in his arms or puke at how kind you were being. He almost fell for it, of course, you were being sarcastic, for who would be intentionally kind to a monster like him.
"Sarcasm? How witty..." he snapped your sweet smile dropping.
"I wasn't being sarcastic I was welcoming you-"
"Oh of course you were... let me guess pretending to be kind so you can find out my weaknesses and report them to the higher-ups... very clever..."
Loki watched as your mouth fell upon, brows drawing together in anger, and just as he expected you to rip into him, scream at how nefarious he was, you simply turned on your heel and left the room.
For some reason, he regretted his cold attitude, not even because now the entirety of the avengers were glaring at him even harder than before. The red-headed assassin stepped forward, her finger pressing against his chest as he stared up with fury-filled eyes.
"Listen here... you are not liked here... you are not accepted here... and going after someone who is for whatever reason trying to be kind to you isn't doing you any favours..."
So you weren't being sarcastic?
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It had been two weeks since then. He now knew of you. The green witch. That is what they called you. A woman of nature, who had harnessed the fruits of the earth and nourished them even in the most industrial of cities. Loki was sure you could view even a common fly with the potential to spread care and worth. You saw potential in everyone, which was probably why you were so warm to him even after everything he had done to New York. You spent most of your time on the terrace of stark towers, in the greenhouse Tony had built you as bribery of helping the avengers.
Even after how distrustful he was by nature, Loki could tell you were being genuine in your words, after all, you weren't there in 2012, and you didn't see the pain and destruction he caused first-hand. However he knew you knew, yet still, you had been nothing but cordial, even after how rude his first impression must have been.
Nick Fury had assigned what he called "classes" to Loki. To him it sounded ridiculous, spending time with the different avengers in their respective fields, was a fancy way of saying he was being babysat.
So far he had spent a day or so with Bruce in the lab, the conversation was minimal but he hadn't seen Mr green yet so that was a positive. He had also spent a few days sparring with Thor and Rogers, both of which under minded him like he was a weak child, it sickened him. His latest class was with Romanoff, not once did she speak, her glare doing all the talking for her.
Yet today was different, today was your turn to show him first-hand what you contributed to the avengers. He was yet to see you in action, only the brief flick of your wrist here and there to open doors or summon items, it was menial, but how the others spoke so highly of your craft, it convinced him not to pass judgment quite yet.
The sun was hot on his ashen skin as he managed to arrive at the greenhouses five minutes early. The first thing he noticed was the range of greenery, flowers, fruits and even a sanctuary for aquatic plants spread across the concrete forest, it was quite the safe haven. Loki breathed in through his nose, it was the first time he'd felt fresh since arriving at the godforsaken tower. Like a new lease for life was washing over him with every passing second he spent in your arena of refuge.
The next thing he noticed was the light humming coming from the greenhouse itself, sweet soft melodies filled the air, and Loki was physically drawn to it, you were like a siren with only good intentions.
A pot smashing startled him from his reverie, your wide eyes staring back at him before you scrambled to pick up the brown porcelain.
"My apologies... I didn't hear you approaching... welcome to the greenhouse..." you muttered busily, your fingers curling around the pot, within seconds it was good as new. Impressive.
"It's quite alright... I'm here by fury's request... I assume you were told?"
"Yes.. yes I was... here come in... you can help me with my latest project..."
This piqued Loki's interest. Nobody had actually utilised him since arriving, only once did Bruce ask for his help, and that was when he needed a top-up for his coffee.
Loki carefully watched as you levitated a shoe box onto the table before you, the lid slipping off with a flick of your index finger, revealing a dove. The Dove was injured, its wing visibly broken, and its beak mauled, presumably by a feline.
"I found her on the roof yesterday... now I can heal plants but animals... takes a little bit more concentration... Thor tells me you were trained in sorcery..."
A fond memory of his mother nursing a mouse back to health resurfaced, but Loki pushed it away. His head only nodding in acknowledgement.
"Yes... however, healing magic isn't my area of expertise..."
Loki watched a small smile form on your face "Ah well maybe I can teach you something then..."
The next few hours went by quickly. The conversation didn't necessarily flow, but Loki found your company invigorating. Your witchcraft was beautiful, delicate fingers nurtured the plants of your greenhouse. He found it endearing when you even quietly spoke to your plants, his lips unwillingly curling into a smile.
He learnt of your heritage, how you'd hidden away for centuries in fear of being hunted for your magic. That was until Tony had managed to find your small cottage in the middle of the forest, coaxing you from your safe haven in hopes of letting you benefit the entire planet, and not just your small corner of the world.
Loki noticed how you didn't hold any form of arrogance like the others, you were simply just you; there to harness your craft and help whoever you could. He truly wanted to learn from you, and even though it had just been a couple of hours, Loki left the session feeling inspired.
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Originally it was meant to be a week, a week in your company before he moved on to someone else, but Loki just couldn't let you go. The two of you had worked hard on researching different complex healing spells for Stevie.
Stevie was the name you insisted on naming the creature, something to do with a singer you liked? Nonetheless, Loki didn't want to leave your sanctuary just yet. After all, he was the god of lies, so one week turned into two and now you were onto the third.
Loki would pop in anytime he could, old books in hand and he would ramble about different approaches you both could take towards finally launching Stevie into flight. Although he enjoyed the little task the two of you were partaking in, he much preferred your company, in fact, he much preferred you.
"Right Loki... I think she's finally ready to take flight, her wing has healed, and she's singing again..."
You murmured almost sadly. Why were you sad? Loki was under the impression you'd be joyful, your hands waving in excitement, but there was none of that. Had he done something wrong? He always did something wrong.
"Is uh... is everything alright?"
"Yes... I just... never mind..."
Your hand waved him off, just like you waved off his concerns. Yet they remained banging against the confines of Loki's mind. He wanted to make sure you were alright, he needed to know that you were. A year ago the thought of caring for one of the earth's protectors would have sent him into a spiral of hysterical laughter and disgust. He wished he was ashamed to feel those things for you, but he swore on the gods that he'd jump off of stark towers and exclaim his love for you if it made you notice him. Before Loki could question you further, you spoke again. This time however it was unexpected.
"Your different from how I thought you'd be..."
His brows furrowed at that. Different how exactly? Different in the sense that he was no longer a homicidal maniac? He supposed that was true, not that the other members of the team believed him to be changed. To them was still the cold-hearted killer who murdered their beloved agent Coulson.
"Pray tell what you mean by that..."
Loki was an incredible judge of character, and he could practically feel the thin sheen of sweat secreting from your forehead out of nerves. Unlike himself you were an open book, he liked that. His father was a brute who kept his cards close to his chest at all times, so in turn, Loki did the same until he couldn't feel at all. That was until he met you, chipping away at the iced cage he'd put his heart into.
"Well I assumed you'd be mean... brutish like your brother... but without the loveable qualities..." Your eyes met his for a brief moment before a smile crept onto your face "However... you're not like that at all... your kind..."
Kind? Loki had never been called kind before. He assumed if he ever was called kind the person who spoke them would get a dagger to the chest just for underestimating him. Now, he wouldn't dream of doing such things. Well, at least not to you.
"I have a confession..." you spoke again, this time looking more shameful. This was usually the part where Loki got let down. Where the person he'd gone out on a limb to trust or care for sunk that very same dagger into his heart.
"Do go on..."
He didn't want that part to come. And lucky for him, it didn't.
"I'm a master healer within witchcraft... in fact, it's my strong point... one flick of my wrist and Stevie could have been fixed within an hour or two..."
Rarely caught off guard, Loki didn't know what to do with himself. You had lied to him? But not in the way he had assumed you would. What reason would you have for not just letting the bird go free that very same day you met him? Loki's low self-esteem didn't allow him to connect the dots.
"I don't understand-"
"I wanted you to come back... I... god I sound ridiculous... I just... you're the first person I've met since joining this team who seems to understand me..."
He could practically feel the heat emitting from your cheeks, you were clearly embarrassed. Loki couldn't focus on that though, your words had paralysed him into a statuesque state of being. His brain was screaming at him to say something, anything.
"I understand if you want to go... I've taken three weeks of your time-"
"I lied as well... I was meant to be in your company for just a week... and I told you fury extended that... but he didn't..." With a shaky breath, Loki continued "As it turns out... I've grown quite fond of your company... and you..."
The toothy grin that spread upon your face shattered the ice cage once and for all. Without overthinking his actions, Loki enclosed your hand within his own looking down into those eyes that sparkled with excitement and wisdom, the very same eyes he would happily stare into for all eternity.
"I'm very glad to hear that... I'm not very good with the whole... social aspect of this..."
You gestured with your free hand, waving it in his direction. If he could Loki would scoop you up in his arms and just hold you for being so unmistakably adorable. But that action may be a little bit soon.
"Darling... me neither..." Another shaky breath left the god's lips and as your floral scent reached his nostrils, Loki knew he was a goner "May I... kiss you?"
A split second after you had nodded your lips met in a rush of gentle nervousness. The only sound that culminated off of the greenhouse walls were the fluttering of dove wings. It seemed that doves were the birds of love after all.
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mollysolo · 6 months
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Omgg it was so good to see a notification from you!!! thank you so much for tagging me and also CONGRATULATIONS on 3k that's such a big achievement im so proud of you 💖💖💖 so since I'm currently putting together a loki fics recommendation post and I'd love to include your work so maybe you could do from fate of the faithful with the song tangerine from Led Zeppelin with a forbidden romance trope? Idk its been on my mind for a very long time and the 54th prompt from your list made me think of like r having an arranged marriage with thor while she's been secretly dating loki for a very long time and now they're trying to fix this mess they're in ? Perhaps with some heavy angst and a happy ending ? I don't knowww im the worst at making requests😭 anyway im sure id love to read whatever you may write but thats just some ideas. Again congrats can't wait to see what you come up with 💖
How It Used To Be
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X fem!Reader
Summary: You and Loki are heartbroken when you are married off to his brother, Thor.
Warnings: Crying, secret romance, arranged marriage, yelling, kissing, arguing, Thor has a himbo realization moment lol
Word Count: 2.1k
a/n: i kinda went off topic in terms of going along with what that song is about i hope you like this anyways!
my 3k follower celebration!
the gif below does not belong to me
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Loki truly considered the day of you and Thor’s wedding to be one of the worst days of his life. He had to stand by his brothers side as his best man and watch him put that ring on your finger. He was silent the whole ceremony, trying to focus on holding back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall down his face.
It was a beautiful summer day the day you and Thor got married but all Loki could think of was the moment you two had shared in this exact spot last summer. You and Loki had been dancing throughout the garden as the sun set, stopping you every once in a while to dip you down, making you smile every time he did.
And when he had brought you up for the last time that evening after dipping you, he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and promised that he would marry you here someday, when the time was right. Now, you had to get married to someone who wasn’t him in the place he had promised to marry you.
Summer used to be so beautiful to Loki but now it all looked grey to him and all it brought was pain. This pain got worse the longer he had to stay at the wedding and watch you and Thor dance together for the first time as a married couple.
And when he was sure that everyone was paying attention to the two of you, he slipped away from the wedding and disappeared to his room in the palace. And once he was in the privacy of his bedroom, he let his tears fall while his chest moved quickly with every breath he took in and let out. Would he ever truly be able to be with you?
While he cried and gazed up at the stars outside his window, Loki cursed himself for falling for you so quickly. But it was so easy to fall in love with you, he couldn’t help it or stop it from happening. And now he had lost all remaining hope that he would get to love you freely without worrying about someone discovering what was going on between the two of you.
He just wished that people thought he was as good of a man as Thor, that way you would’ve never had to marry his brother in the first place and you wouldn’t have to hide your love either.
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Later that night once the wedding had been over for a couple hours, Loki heard someone knock at his door. And he would’ve ignored them and attempted to go back to sleep if it wasn’t for the voice he had heard on the other side, yours.
“Loki? Can I come in? I really need to talk to you.” you whispered to him through the wood of his bedroom door, mentally hoping that you were loud enough and he heard you.
He then let out a soft sigh and got out of his bed, dragging himself over to his door. He quickly opened it and closed it behind you once you had entered, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you here. Especially after you just got married to his brother.
Your relationship and your love seemed years away now, like it was a dream and you never actually loved him. You were all he had and now you were married to his brother instead of him.
But little did Loki know, while he was suffering at your wedding so were you, trying so hard to hold back your tears just like Loki had been. You felt your heart break in your chest as you promised yourself to Thor, saying “I do.” when the priest had prompted you to.
And once you were within the privacy of Loki’s room,— still wearing your wedding dress — you finally let the tears you had been expertly holding back all day fall. You placed your hand over your mouth — trying to silence your cries — and Loki wrapped his arms around you, letting you press your face into his chest. Your makeup had already been taken off for you not long ago but you couldn’t wait any longer to see Loki so you sneaked out of you and Thor’s room when no one was paying attention and came here.
You looked up at him from your spot in his arms a few moments later, “I’m so sorry, Loki. I-If I had any say in this, I wouldn’t have married him, I would’ve married you. I love you and only you, I swear.” you quietly said to him, easily becoming a bit hysteric while you continued to cry and your breathing sped up.
You desperately needed Loki to know that you didn’t love Thor the way everyone had tried to make him believe. And in this moment, while you cried to him, he understood all of the pain you were also feeling.
He had been so wrong about you and your loyalty to him and he kind of hated himself for it if he was being honest. But now wasn’t the time for him to be insecure, he needed to be there for you and love you the way you deserve to be loved.
Loki then placed one of his hands on the back of your head, placing the other one on your back and brought you closer to his chest once more. He slowly rocked the two of you back and forth while he started to speak to you and you slid your face into the crook of his neck, “Shh, Shh, it’ll be okay, my love, I believe you. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” he said, causing your crying and breathing to slow down.
You nodded against his chest and looked up at him again, “Can I stay in here tonight? I don’t want to face my new reality quite yet. I want to pretend that everything is how it used to be, how it should be for a little longer.” you asked him, hoping that he would say yes. You really didn’t want to have to go back to Thor tonight.
He placed his hands on your face and gently tipped your head back, then pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. “Of course, my love.” he answered in between kisses, making you smile against his lips.
Loki then scooped you up into his arms bridal style and held you close to him while he walked back over to his bed. He slowly unzipped your dress for you after he had set you down on his bed — gently pushing it onto the floor — and he slipped the sleep shirt he had been wearing off of himself and onto you.
That night, you fell asleep in Loki’s bed, in his arms, truly happy while you laid there and pretended that it was Loki you had just married that day, not Thor.
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The following morning, you were woken up by the sound of Loki and Thor yelling at each other in the office attached to Loki’s room as well as the cold temperature that had taken over the bed now that Loki had left it. You frowned at the sound of Thor belittling his brother and overall just being cruel to the raven-haired man.
You assumed that Thor had found you in Loki’s bed that morning and Loki had suggested that they talk in his office to avoid waking you up.
Your heart broke again, this time for your lover as you could hear all of the sadness, anger and desperation in his voice every time he yelled back at his Thor. So you swiftly got out of bed and headed over to Loki’s office, the door just slightly ajar.
You quickly pushed the door open then walked into the room, you looked at Thor first then spoke, “What the hell is going on here?” you sternly said,  immediately silencing their argument.
Thor’s eyes narrowed directly at you, prompting Loki to rush to your side, wanting to be close to you in case his brother tried to hurt you for going behind his back. Instead he spoke to you with a sarcastic tone, “Ah, (y/n)! Care to explain what you were doing sleeping in my brothers bed?” Thor asked as he slowly stepped closer to you and waved his hands about while he spoke, making Loki feel more protective of you.
You took a deep breath and steadied yourself before you explained yourself to him, “I have never loved you, Thor, you should know that, my parents chose for us to get married after all. Loki is the person I love, not you,” you said, pointing to Loki while he still stood at your side, “And if I had any say in it, I would’ve married him yesterday. I have loved him for years and I’m tired of hiding it. I’m tired of pretending like he isn’t my soulmate!” you yelled at Thor and he took a step back from you, processing what you had told him.
Thor had been led to believe that you did love him and your marriage had been arranged just because of tradition. But now that he knew the truth, all of the anger in his system quickly left and instead he felt sadness.
“Is this really how you feel, (y/n)?” Thor gently asked you while he furrowed his eyebrows.
You nodded and spoke to him again, “Yes, he’s all I’ve ever wanted. Loki is truly the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” you confidently answered, your words telling Thor what he needed to do now.
Thor looked at you then Loki once again, “I’m so sorry, I’ve been such a fool and neither of you deserve the cruelty I’ve shown you. I’ll go speak to father right away and have our divorce put in place and make sure that your wedding will happen as soon as possible. I will make sure that the two of you get the future you deserve, even if father doesn’t agree.” Thor replied, taking off the weight that had been resting on both of your chests.
Loki then stood behind you and placed his dominant hand on your shoulder, the other resting at his side. “Thank you, brother.” he said and with that, Thor left the room and went straight to Odin. He wanted to make things right between the three of you now, he didn’t want to waste a single minute.
And once you two were completely alone in Loki’s office, you turned to face him and reached up to gingerly take his face in your hands, placing a kiss to his lips. You hoped that this kiss displayed all of the love you have for him and when he kissed you back, he hoped that his kiss would communicate the same thing.
When the two of you pulled away from each others lips a few minutes later, Loki softly rubbed his nose against your own, letting his forehead lightly rest on yours. “I love you, my sweet girl.” he said to you in this special moment like those words were a prisoner that had been set free, not caring anymore if anyone in the palace halls heard what he just said to you.
His sweet words made you softly smile at him, “And I love you, my sweet Loki.” you replied, causing him to smile with you while you both felt yourselves blush.
The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer when you eventually started to talk again, “Dance with me, Loki?” you asked him as you separated your face from his and gazed up into his emerald green eyes.
“Of course. You know how much I adore dancing with you, darling.” he answered, still smiling, reminding you of how he never gave up the chance to dance with you and feel you in his arms.
And while the two of you danced together, happy tears started to fall down to your cheeks, prompting Loki to stop moving right away. He placed one of his large hands on your cheek and lovingly wiped your tears away with his thumb, “What’s wrong?” he urgently asked you, his eyebrows furrowing again.
You simply smiled up at him, “We don’t have to hide anymore. We’re finally free to love each other without fearing what could happen if someone finds out.” you explaining, letting Loki know that these were happy tears on your face.
“We are, darling and I plan on letting everyone know how much I love you every chance I get.” he made known to you, that last bit of his statement making you grin.
You were truly his now and he would finally get the future with you that he had always wanted since the day he first met you six years ago. You two would actually get to spend the rest of your lives together and in love.
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ladyfluff · 4 months
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Loki, his wife, and Narfi have to attend one of Tony's Christmas parties and unlike Loki, his wife has never worn midgardian clothing. Most of her clothing are loose, flowy, and more modest, but she is borrowing one of black widow's outfits and it's a long, tight, low cut dress. Can you get theirs and the avengers reaction to it?
I think I can make something for this!
I'm bringing SDC!Loki back, long live gagging loki
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He wanted to run away, honestly, just disappear. Not only has Loki teamed up with the Avengers but now he was officially a part of the team, despite his protests. Loki's wife was particularly excited for this opportunity, something about doing something good. Suppose Loki could agree on that, it was a nice change of pace from what he used to do back home. Was it even home now? They had settled here, Loki, his wife and their son, Narfi. Their son was busy conversing with the spider boy, his newfound best friend. Loki found himself becoming very fond of Peter, in a way, Loki and his wife came to view Peter as their second son.
"I'm not sure Natasha, it's a bit-"
Loki turned his head at the sound of her voice, the widow had been very adamant on not allowing Loki to be a part of his wife's preparations for the party. It was unusual and it didn't feel right, getting ready without her. In Asgard they woke together and dressed together, as a couple, it was normal for them. It was comforting and intimate, suppose he could look past it on this occasion. Loki heard the clicking of heels, death contraptions that Midgardian women insisted on wearing. He was however interested in seeing his wife wear them, perhaps even trying them on himself for a bit. As uncomfortable as they looked, he can't deny that they grab his attention. Loki turned fully to see her standing there, his eyes nearly fell out of his head at the sight.
"Y/N?
Gone were the traditional dresses of Asgardian royalty, gone was modesty and virtue. His wife was dressed to the nines, the very image of indulgence. Floor length, deep burgundy dress, plum coloured heels to go with it. When Loki tilted his head to the right he saw the dress glitter in the light, she looked magical. Y/N approaches him, how could he neglect how tight the dress was? His wife filled it out spectacularly, in his mind she wore nothing but those heels. His mouth went dry as she leaned in to kiss him, the ways of his youth weren't lost after all. Loki gagged and looked away, he hadn't done that since their wedding day all those years ago.
"Oh Loki."
They laugh, a love so deep that it nauseated him at times, Loki couldn't begin to imagine a world without her in it. He had the whole evening with her, where they could be young again, just the two of them. He intended to show her just how much he adored her, in more ways than one. Hopefully Narfi could take care of himself for the night.
"You look- I have no words."
Loki's mouth watered, he couldn't wait to rip that thing off her later.
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ameliora-j · 1 year
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hi nani <3 happy valentine's day <3
for twisted tuesday: stepdad!loki
he's so posessive--like, in the extreme. borders on obsessive. at first you liked having a man so genuinely interested in the things you had to say. at first he was your mom's good-looking, if not mean-tongued husband. at first you thought it was sweet that he would tell you to text him if you got there safe, where you were, etc--thought that he cared about you.
at first it was just too-close brushes of your bodies. a certain look in his eyes you thought you were imagining. now, he puts his hand on your thigh under the dinner table and squeezes. now, he leaves bruises in the shapes of fingers and teeth.
happy valentines day angel!! <3
𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>
content: daddy kink, stepcest, smut, size kink, cnc, dark content,, ALL ACTS ARE PERFORMED BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS! THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI
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he’s so mean and degrading. while he’s pounding into you ferociously as you’re singing praises to his name. your legs are thrown up over his shoulder, the golden anklet with a charm resembling his thorns dangling off your leg. “daddy please!” you’re begging, clenching tightly around him as you try to fend off your third orgasm of the night. “please i can’t do anymore!” you sob.
“it’s so cute that you think i’d care darling. you’re just a toy for my pleasure. now lay there and take daddy’s cock like a good slut” and take it you do, loving the way he’s gripping your hips for dead life, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers and fucking his little stepdaughter with no shame
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lokidokieokie · 10 months
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Loki / Tom Hiddleston Masterlist
LOKI
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Mischief & Trickery (ON HOLD)
Medea Daegandottir, the Goddess of Trickery, loves spicing things up in the Asgardian palace. Adding her best friend Loki into the mix could only bring more chaos. What could possibly go wrong? The answer, many things.
MINI-SERIES
Into the MCU (COMPLETE)
As an inventor, you try to create a device that allows you to shift realities. What happens when you land into the MCU?
The Price of Deception (ON HOLD)
After discovering Loki’s failed attempt at taking over Earth, his family confronts him and he must earn their forgiveness.
The Seduction Game (ON HOLD)
As two deadly assassins, you and Loki are hired to kill each other. However, when you meet, you can’t resist using your seductive tactics on each other, leading to a dangerous game of desire and deception.
Tangled Lies (ON HOLD)
Loki and Y/n were some of the most formidable criminals of the gang The Avengers. On a heist, the one thing they didn’t plan for happened: they got caught. And what’s the best way to ensure they can’t testify against each other? They pretend to be married. Only one problem…they pretty much hate each other.
A Tango in Time (ON HOLD)
While on your walk through the marketplace, a strange man appears in weird clothing; bidding bad tidings. He sweeps you into his arms, and all of a sudden...you're not in Pompeii anymore. Part of my 500 Follower Celebration
ONESHOTS
Three Words; Fifteen Letters; One Expletive
You're Stuck With Me Now
Drunken Words
You Tell Her, or I Will
Accidental Confessions
Close Quarters
His Protector
Heat Wave
The Space Between
Love's Debut
Fortune Favours the Mischievous
Love on the Line
Shattered Dreams | part 2
When Silence Speaks
Little Princess
DRABBLES
By Your Side
Avengers Assemble...to Deal With Lokitty
Drunk and in Love
Captive Hearts
Healing the Enemy
TOM HIDDLESTON
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Daffodils (ONGOING)
World-famous actor Tom Hiddleston and distinguished journalist Y/n Svoboda were inseparable…well inseparable until an enormous misunderstanding destroyed any trust they both had in each other. Fast forward five years and the two still haven't spoken. Their friendship seemingly forgotten.
ONESHOTS
Fanfiction
Almost too Late
I've Got You
Ever the Gentlemen
Friend with the Green-Eyed Monster
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wwinterwitch · 10 months
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training session – loki
summary: after odin assigned you the task of training with loki, you discover a new side of the god of mischief pairing: loki x fem!valkyrie!reader word count: 5.1k warnings/what to expect: SMUT +18 (MINORS DNI), dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!loki, teasing, making out, dry humping, oral (f receiving), pet names, very light mention of choking, hair pulling, praise, humiliation, riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!) author's note: first loki fic i've ever written i'm just so excited to share this with y'all i hope you like it!!
a reblog and/or comment really helps me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!
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Loki thought it was insulting the way his father suggested he needed more training. That he's relying on magic too much and that'll somehow make him forget the basics of combat.
Evidently, he thought it was pure nonsense. He won't forget how to combat if he uses his powers. Besides, shouldn't he take advantage of his abilities if he has the chance to use them? It's just ridiculous.
Oh, but that's not all. Because this is exactly what Loki means when he says he's Odin's least favorite. His father doesn't seem to care in the slightest that this is quite literally (in Loki's sometimes-a-little-too-dramatic mind) dooming him to a fate worse than being trapped in Helheim for the rest of his days. It was upsetting to hear his father doubt his skills, but what's even more insulting is that you are his designated teacher to help improve what in his mind needs no improvement at all.
The dislike you and Loki have for one another is no secret to people around you. Ever since you befriended Thor back when all of you were kids, he has despised you for reasons completely unknown to you. And even after all this time he still has a particular disgust towards you. At first you really tried to be his friend, but eventually stopped trying. By the time you two were teenagers, you started to stand up for yourself rather than trying to ignore him or stay quiet, which inevitably made things worse between you.
Your enmity persisted over the years, him trying to ruin your life with his silly jokes and you beating his ass when you found out he was behind it all. You can still vividly remember that time he almost ruined your chances to finally become a Valkyrie (something Loki knew was your lifetime dream) and the satisfaction you felt after punching him right in the nose before telling him he failed.
He should be appreciative. It's not like most people can say they've received combat training from a Valkyrie, yet he didn't seem to think that's anything special. It's just humiliating. He doesn't need training, especially from you.
"This is a waste of time," he said right before starting your training, flashing one of his usual charming smiles that never fails to get him what he wants.
"Let's see what you can do and then I'll decide if we're wasting our time," you quickly replied, an ironic smile adorning your face.
He didn't like you. Not one bit. He dislikes the way you just smiled at him, your condescending tone, the way you're standing as you wait for him to try to do something that would count as training. You act like you know everything and he hates it.
And after the way you're behaving, why bother with being gentle? It was as if his disgust for the way you continue to grin and behave as if you're better than him completely blinded him, making him forget he's about to fight with a skilled warrior. There's nothing you can do better than this.
It was evident you'd skillfully dodge his attacks with the sword he was holding, managing to distract him shortly after to lightly tap one side of his body with your weapon, indicating that if this was a real fight he'd already be dead.
"Doesn't look like a waste of time to me," you remark jokingly.
He tried very hard not to roll his eyes. "That was pure luck."
"Want to go at it again, my prince?"
Loki didn't reply, taking a few steps back from you, holding his weapon tightly, silently counting the seconds until his next attack.
Eventually, he launched forward and you once again dodged it, but before you could tap his side again he continued his attack. You kept defending yourself with ease, but were unable to attack just yet.
To make him think he was doing a good job, you let your guard down so he could get rid of your sword, the weapon quickly falling to the ground. Loki smirked, slowly putting down his own as he looked as if he just won the biggest fight of his life. It wasn't just a physical combat anymore, not to him at least. This is about proving his power, his honor, how he doesn't need this stupid training.
But his victory didn't last very long since you were able to grab the sword and take it out of his hand, aiming it at him. The look on his face almost made you laugh out loud.
"Looks like you do have a lot to learn."
Loki barely cared to flash an ironic smile your way before taking two daggers out to continue the fight. You stood in front of him, sword in hand, challenging him to do anything.
He was about to launch forward when you pushed him back, making him lose balance and giving you the perfect opportunity to tackle him to the ground, immediately straddling him to keep him on the ground. The daggers fell to the ground next to you, and so did the sword a few seconds later when you dropped it.
You looked down at Loki with yet another sarcastic grin. "There it is. You concentrate so much on the attack, you don't care about the defense. Looks like we're not wasting time after all."
"I don't need someone to teach me that."
"Sure you don't," you muttered. "Look. With all due respect, my prince, I'm not particularly enjoying my time here with you either."
"Oh?" he says. "I'm sorry, am I the one who's insisting on having these training sessions? As if there's actually something that you could teach me."
You continued to straddle his lap, thinking to yourself all the things you could say back to start an argument that could go on for hours. However, you decided to be professional just this one time.
Instead, you lean down so your face could be closer to him in a threat-like manner. Loki's smirk completely disappears as you did. It was impossibly rewarding seeing even the slightest hint of him being intimidated by you, especially when he's underneath you on the ground.
He attempted to set himself free, immediately staying still when he felt the slight wiggle of his hips inevitably made him grind against you. You tried to act unfazed by it, even though you can't deny you very much felt the movement of his hips, his lower stomach brushing against you.
Trying to ignore it entirely, you finally spoke. "The Allfather asked for me to help you. I'm just doing this because I couldn't say no to him."
Loki smirks after your last words. "I thought Valkyries were tougher than that."
"Clearly, I am. That's why you're on the ground right now."
"Like I said, it's pure luck. I'm still waiting to see something actually impressive from you," he insisted.
"I could say the same thing. I'm not the one who just got defeated twice."
"Yeah, but I'm not part of Odin's shield-maidens. Aren't you supposed to be the best warriors out there?"
You scoffed. "I could stop going easy on you if that's what you so desperately want. I'm pretty sure you won't be able to handle it, though."
"Try me," he offered.
"Fine."
You were about to stand up when you felt his arm wrapping around you, keeping you in place. "No," he mutters, a swift movement of his hand directed towards the door as the sound of a lock makes you understand he has used magic to lock the doors of the room you were in. "Show me."
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Is Loki really hinting at what you think he's hinting? Did he really just locked you both in this room and is currently expecting you to do something about his proposition now?
And what was even worse about the situation is that you weren't exactly repulsed by the idea. You couldn't deny he's very attractive despite being extremely annoying. Besides, having him underneath you and having entire control of the situation does make you feel good, better than you would ever want to admit. Both things combined certainly sparked your interest.
The thought of the two of you doing a lot more than training almost made you want to grind your hips against him before he opened his mouth again.
"Unless you're not up for the challenge?" he added, his characteristic smirk never fading. "I understand if it's a little too much for you."
"Shut up already," you say in annoyance, leaning back down so you could make sure he stays quiet by kissing him.
Kissing Loki felt explosive, thrilling, exciting. Like something you never thought you'd ever do, and it actually feels a little odd at first because of it. But he's such a good kisser that you quickly forget all about it.
The way one of his hands immediately tangled in your hair while the other rested on your hip only encouraged you to deepen the kiss. You were pleasantly surprised when you heard him humming against your lips when your tongue made its way inside his mouth.
Maybe by mere instinct, he used his hand still holding you to push your hips further back, needing you to be on top of his bulge as you two continued to make out. Of course you wouldn't complain about his insistence, adjusting yourself on top of him.
Both of you express how good that slight change in your position felt. You did it by softly moaning against his mouth while he moved both of his hands to your ass, immediately wanting you to start grinding on him. He was certainly needy.
Even when you are more than okay with his actions, you had to pull away from him just enough to give him a warning. You couldn't help but notice his entire expression has changed, no longer looking at you like he's ready to argue with you about anything you had to say. Instead, his eyes were soft and his mouth was slightly agape, looking up at you almost as if he wanted to protest because you're not kissing him anymore. Like a spoiled little kid who just got told he can't play with his favorite toy anymore.
Quickly, you took both of his hands to move them away from your body, grabbing both of his wrists to put his arms above his head, using one of your hands to keep them in place. You heard the faintest and quietest sound coming out of his lips, but you could easily tell he absolutely adored the gesture.
"Enough of that now," you say. You very much enjoyed him wanting to guide your hips, but it's you who should be in control right now. "You let me do the work, okay? Can you stay still for me?"
Loki nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course. Just– can you move already?"
Just to tease him, you gently rock your hips up and down. His reaction was just the best sight you've ever witnessed. How he closed his eyes and let out a soft grunt he was holding back. Soon enough, his eyes snapped back open when you stopped. "Now, that's not how you ask for things. Am I supposed to teach you some manners too?"
As if things couldn't get any better, you noticed his cheeks turning a light shade of pink after your words, and you could also feel his cock hardening even more underneath you.
"Please move," he says with obvious embarrassment.
"That's better."
With that out of the way, you leaned in to continue kissing him while you finally started grinding on him. The feeling of moving up and down his length, even with clothes standing in the way, was only encouraging to move faster. Still, you didn't want to rush things, so you tried your best to rock your hips in long, painfully slow motions for as much time as you could.
Your hand that wasn't holding his above his head moved over to his neck, applying just enough pressure. He seemed to also appreciate that a lot.
The kiss was broken again as both of you needed air. Loki looked so good under you, eyes dark with desire and lips swollen from making out. You could see the desperation in his features because you were still moving way too slow for his liking.
"Please," was all he said, frustration evident in his voice.
"What is it?"
"Can't you move any faster?" he snapped before realizing he probably shouldn't use that tone. "I'm sorry, can you please move faster?"
The fact that he was trying his best to keep it together and obey your previous instructions was almost too much to handle. If all you needed to get him to stop being an asshole was fucking him, you would've tried that a long time ago.
"Well, you did ask nicely," you point out, to which Loki immediately nodded in agreement. He looked so...pathetic trying to get what he wanted. Deep down you were enjoying this a little too much.
Your movements gradually increased in speed, which forced more moans and grunts out of both of you. Loki's hips matched your movements and you let him have that little satisfaction because it just made everything feel a thousand times better.
Your hand left his neck so you could kiss his skin instead. He titled his head to give you all the space you needed, and you heard his loudest moan yet when he felt you sucking on a particular soft spot just below his ear. Will you try to leave a mark just so he can see it later? Absolutely.
"I wonder what else I can do with you," you whisper after leaving a nice purple mark on his neck. "I have a few ideas. I'm sure you'd love each and every one of them."
Loki turns to look at you, completely at your mercy. "I'd like to be able to touch you, if that's okay," he says, hinting at his hands still restricted. He could easily get rid of your grip if he wanted to, but the thought of getting your permission seems to be far more important to him.
"Don't worry, you can do a lot more than that."
You give him a short kiss, smirking when you realize he wanted to lean in closer to kiss you for longer, but you didn't let him. Instead, you move away from him to stand up, unable to keep your eyes away from his erection. You haven't seen him properly, but he definitely looks as big as he felt.
Loki quickly accepts your hand to help him stand up. Despite him being considerably taller than you, he felt insignificant next to you. Not moving without your permission, speaking only when you expect a reply, following your every move.
He has silently renounced even the tiniest amount of control and gave it to you instead.
You guide him to one side of the room where there was a couch big enough to fit both of you. It'll be a lot more comfortable than staying on the floor. Before doing anything else, you wanted to hear confirmation of your power over him one more time.
"You'll do whatever I tell you, right?" you ask, gently caressing his cheek with the hand that wasn't holding his. He practically melted under your touch, nodding. "Manners, Loki."
"Yes," he quickly says. "Yes, anything you want."
The smirk on your face grew after his confirmation. "Good," you give him, and that simple word was enough to get him all excited like a little puppy. "Oh, does the prince enjoy being praised?" you asked teasingly while you let go of his hand, only to start getting rid of his cape and the upper part of his outfit.
He was quiet for a second as he let you undress him. "Yes..." he timidly confessed. It was still amazing to see the God of Mischief acting so shy and submissive with you.
"But you also like it when I'm mean to you," you say more like a statement than a question this time, getting rid of his clothes except for his pants and boots. "That's why you're always looking to start a fight with me," you insist, gently tracing the muscles of his arms with your fingers. "You just love it when I put you in your place."
"Like you don't enjoy it too," his usual self shines through for a second, though his eyes remain as soft as ever.
"This isn't about me," you quickly warned, taking a seat on the couch. "We better keep you quiet before you get too comfortable and decide to open your mouth again," you added shortly after, quickly pointing at the floor in front of you. "Kneel."
He looked taken aback at first, knowing you were clearly making fun of him. The smile on your face made that very clear. "What?"
"You heard me. Kneel." His cheeks were burning red at this point, but he still got on his knees in front of you shortly after you spoke. "Good boy," you let out as soon as he obeys, pulling him in for yet another kiss.
He gladly accepts your kiss, both of his hands resting on each of your thighs. You capture his lower lip with your teeth before you pull away entirely, making him squeeze the flesh of your upper legs in response.
"How about we put your mouth to good use, darling?" you offered, and he immediately looked like he just won the biggest prize.
Loki noticed you were about to stand up to take your clothes off, but he quickly stopped you. "If I may?" he asks, and you comply by staying seated.
A gasp left your mouth when he made all your clothes disappear with the snap of his fingers, sitting completely naked before him from one second to another. "That should be considered cheating."
"I prefer to think of it as a way to optimize our time together," he smiles, and despite wanting to argue you simply let it be. "You can't blame me for it," Loki quickly adds, gently pulling your legs apart, looking up at you to examine your face. He wouldn't want to do anything that you don't approve of. "I've been hoping for this moment to come from a very long time," he added, his fingers caressing your inner thigh.
You were undeniably surprised to hear that, considering he was supposed to hate you before this. "Oh, so you've thought about me naked?"
"Maybe," was all he offered, but the answer was obvious. "Don't let that get to your head."
"Of course it will," you replied. You were enjoying that little back and forth so much that you almost forgot you shouldn't entertain him. "Are you going to keep talking or you're going to finally fulfill your little fantasies about me?"
"I wouldn't call them–"
"Oh, just shut up already," you cut him off, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you pull him close to you once again.
He's gladly surprised by your roughness, enjoying every second of it. Maybe that's exactly what he wanted to achieve by talking back so much. He kissed you for a few more seconds before he pulled away and started to move further down your body.
You're sitting at the edge of the couch by the time he's further opening your legs, looking up at you one more time before he immediately gets down to it.
He was more than satisfied with the moan that you let out as soon as his mouth made contact with you. He immediately started to quite literally devour you as fast and eagerly as he possibly could, his tongue exploring up and down your folds before he would take his time sucking on your clit.
Being loud and messy was clearly the last of his concerns. He looked like a hungry beast that hadn't eaten for centuries and you were his favorite type of prey. The obscenely loud noises, the speed of his tongue and mouth, and the way he keeps looking up at you only made the sensation even better.
Your moans increased as you quickly gathered all of his hair in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in the way, occasionally tugging on it whenever the feeling of his mouth would be too much. It was clear to you he absolutely loved having his hair pulled at this point. One of his hands was still gripping your thigh while the other moved up to your tits, taking his time massaging each one while his mouth continued his vicious attack on you.
He looked so desperate and eager, you couldn't help yourself from teasing him again. "Look at you now. Maybe I should keep doing this to keep you quiet for once," you say in between moans. "My prince can't shut up unless his face is buried between my legs?"
He moans against you, the sensation making you grip his hair even tighter. To say he was doing a good job would certainly be an understatement. His tongue would meet your hole while his nose rubs against your clit before he moves up again, taking his time to suck on it. He's absolutely hypnotized with your pussy, it's impossible not to stare at him as he hungrily eats you out.
"Fuck," you mutter, the feeling being too much for you at this point. "If you keep it up like that, I'll come so hard all over that pretty mouth of yours."
The idea of it seems to encourage him even more. He's using both of his hands to keep your thighs in place now. His eyes keep looking up at you, almost pleading for you to come already. Like silently trying to ask how close you are and if he's doing a good job.
Loki kept looking at you, and you felt the need to praise him for all he's doing. "You're so good– making me feel so good..."
He kept licking and sucking like that's what he was made for, his digits firmly pressed on your skin. It was a matter of time before you reached your orgasm, starting to desperately move your hips in order to reach that climax you so desperately crave.
You squeeze your eyes shut and you have to practically bite down on your hand so you wouldn't scream out in pleasure when you feel it, shoving his face impossibly closer to you. He gladly lets you suffocate him between your thighs, finally slowing his pace as he carefully licks up and down, allowing you to climb down from your high.
He kisses your inner thigh before finally moving back from you, giving you enough space to stand up from the couch as you recover all your senses. His hair is a complete mess and half of his face glistens with your juices and his saliva.
You hum against his lips when you roughly pull him in to kiss him. As soon as your lips smashed against his, you move your hands down to start working on unzipping his pants.
Loki was able to step out of his boots and pants as soon as that piece of clothing was falling to the ground. You continue to kiss him as you palm him through his underwear, smiling against his lips when you hear the sound that leaves his mouth when you move your hand inside the last piece of clothing remaining on his body, wrapping your fingers around him. You began masturbating him in a painfully slow manner, noticing his frustration and need growing by the way his grip on you tightened.
His hips began rocking just enough in hopes you'll get the hint he wants you to go faster, which made you pull away just to ask "what's wrong, my prince?" in a fake concerned voice, like you had no idea where his distress could be coming from.
"I want you to go faster, please," he says, cheeks flushed once again.
"You're an eager little thing, huh?" you mock him, and he has no other choice but to agree with a quick nod. You earned one of his loudest moans yet when you tease the head of his cock with your thumb. He practically whines when you're no longer touching him, your hand gripping the edge of his underwear instead. "How about we get rid of this and you sit down for me?"
Loki did exactly that, waiting for you to take off his underwear before he sat down, looking up at your eyes before he inevitably wandered down your body, staring at each and every part of you.
That excited puppy look was back when you took a seat on top of him, pumping him a few times before you aligned him with your entrance.
He leans his head back as soon as he starts feeling the tip of his painfully hard cock meeting your wet core, slowly starting to stretch you out. However, he's soon adjusting himself to look down in between the two of you, not wanting to miss a second of it. With every inch that disappeared inside of you, it was becoming harder and harder for both of you to control the urge to roughly fuck the other.
You really didn't want to rush it, enjoying the way he was slowly filling you up. And the look on his face as you sink down his length has got to be the hottest thing you've seen in your entire life. His eyes were darker than ever, but still managed to look so incredibly soft as he's allowing you to take as much time as you want, even when it's killing him.
Eventually, he was completely inside you. That's when you finally allowed yourself to lose control, immediately starting to move up before sinking back down. He was certainly not expecting you to speed things up just then, letting out a groan as he squeezes your ass, helping out with your next movements.
You hold onto his shoulders as you continue to ride him, speed only increasing, his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside you that only encourages you to keep going, craving your second release already.
"Don't stop," Loki grunts, looking more desperate than ever. "Please, don't stop..."
Both of you were practically a moaning mess at that point. You were pretty sure the grip he has on your ass will leave some kind of mark, but you couldn't care any less.
You let out a small cry when you feel yourself closer and closer, feeling your body all sweaty against his already, riding him like your life depended on it. At the speed you were going, it was a miracle you've been able to keep it up until now.
"You like how good it feels to stretch me out?" you ask with a smirk, enjoying how much of a mess he is right now.
"Yes..." he gasps. "Feels so good– you're so...so tight."
"Better than any of your daydreams about me, I'm sure," you mock him, earning another pathetic moan from him. "I'm close. Are– are you?"
Loki let you know he's almost there as well with a desperate nod. "Should I-?"
"No, no– fuck, no," you quickly say before he can finish. "I want you inside me."
Needless to say, he absolutely loved the sound of that. "Say that again?" he pleaded. You can tell he's barely able to keep it together anymore, his muscles tightening and his brows furrowing just enough.
"I want your cum so deep inside me," you moan.
"Shit," he practically growled, the tight grip on your ass being almost painful at this point, but you were loving the feeling on his fingers marking you skin while you're fucking him so deliciously.
"You'll have to wait until I come, though. Can you do that for me?" you ask, earning nothing but a nod. "You've been a very good boy so far. I'm sure you can use your words."
"I– yes, yes! I'll wait until you come."
"That's more like it," you grinned, trying to keep it together. So far, you're holding on a lot better than he is. "I bet you're liking this training better, huh? Me bouncing on your cock and you trying not to fill me up until I allow it."
Loki was only able to let out a series of desperate sounds, the wait for his release feeling painfully exquisite. You were making sure he remembers who's in control, which is only sending him closer to the edge.
"Next time you start being an asshole I should just– fuck– just shove your cock in me to keep you entertained. Doesn't matter if someone sees, right? I bet everyone will be thrilled to see this God begging for me," you continue, hearing him practically cry out in pleasure because your words while he's stretching you out is just too much. "Pathetic little boy, that's what you are."
"Please, I– I can't...anymore. Can't hold it," he cries, sounding completely wrecked at this point. "I need...need it...please."
"Say what you are."
"Mmm– I'm a pathetic little boy..."
"That's right," you praise, feeling your own orgasm rapidly building up. You still have no idea how you've been able to keep it together for so long. "If you want me to come, you have to ask for it. You can come right after me."
"Please give it to me...please, darling– need to feel it...please, please, please, please, please..."
His continuous pleas were just too much for you to handle, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly close to you as your orgasm erupts, sending shivers down your entire body as you moan out his name, trying your best to muffle your sounds against his skin.
It took him no time to come as well, his grunting and moaning filling your ears. He closes his eyes and hides his face in the crook of your neck as he enjoys the sound of your voice desperately calling out his name and your walls squeezing him impossibly tighter.
The two of you ride off your orgasms, gasping for air. Sweat adorned your bodies as you continued to hug onto him, your entire weight resting on him as he gave his last few thrusts. You could feel the way he was filling you up, loving every second of it.
Loki let out a sigh, completely exhausted. When his thrusts stop, you move away just enough to be able to look at him. Cheeks red, lips parted, sweat all over and his black hair a complete mess. You move a hand up to fix his hair a little after having one of the most incredible fucks of your entire life (if not the best).
He leans in closer for a kiss and you didn't stop him.
"You know, I think I was wrong about training," he jokes right after pulling away. "We surely have to do this more often."
"Agreed," you nod. "But I really need to teach you some defense techniques first. Respectfully, you're awful at that."
"Don't push it," he warns, which inevitably makes you laugh.
"Fine," you comply. "By the way, I'll need my clothes back at one point."
"Oh, I almost forgot about that," he confesses. "I'll give them back to you, don't worry. Just– a few more seconds," he says, as if his arms still wrapped around your waist and his cock seeded inside you wasn't enough indication that he clearly wasn't in a rush to leave.
You rolled your eyes at his words, but didn't argue with him about it. You wrapped your arms around his neck again and decided to stay there with him. After how great that was, he surely deserves the cuddle.
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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥
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→ premise: loki gives his subjects a small treat by allowing them to watch him fuck you, making his princess feel like a pretty show girl for their king.
→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader | king!loki
→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, king kink?, public sex [loki fucks reader on the asgardin throne in front of lots of people], nicknames [baby, princess, my love].
→ a/n: 03 kinktober! I’m behind and had to get this out fast, day 4 should be coming tonight as well. this was meant to have master kink in it but i forgot and it was switched to king sort of.
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Loki adored you from the very moment the two of you began dating, he couldn’t stop himself from constantly showing you off, bringing you up in conversation and gushing about how in love he was. He just had a hard time believing that a woman like you wanted him, he always had a hard time understanding the idea of any woman wanting him. Therefore he couldn’t keep his hands to himself even when it was needed, seeing as he’s king. His father often scolding him for being so handsy with you in public around his people.
That was how the little show you and Loki were putting on for the other Asgardians began. He simply wanted to show off the gorgeous ball gown you were wearing for the annual asgard dance. How that ended in his cock being slipped out of his black slacks, his button down shirt completely open exposing his pale. Your wonderful dress discarded revealing your black lacey matching set, and his cock buried inside you as you ride him in front of almost every asgardian on his throne was a mystery to you [not really ;)]
The golden throne is ice cold on your legs in contrast to the blazing heat where your body was connected to the god.
“Such a good girl for me my love all spread out for everyone to watch the way you twitch on my cock. They all can't stop looking at you baby, if only they got to experience this glorious pussy” he groaned as he leaned back and moved his eye off the audience and glued to your hips. How they were desperately bouncing and grinding, trying to milk his cock.
“Just wanna show them how good i treat their king, how i make him cum” you whine and bounce your hips harder the more that knot in your stomach tightens but its not anywhere near ready to snap not when you can't get loki's long, throbbing cock to reach that spot on your own.
“My little show off” he scoffed with affection and watched with a mocking smirk at you trying your best to fuck your self on his cock. Loki decided he would give them a real show finally, picking you up with his hands hooked under your thighs and holding onto your ass. He turns your bodies around laying you back on the throne's fragile seat he wastes no time in thrusting his cock back deep inside you. It doesn't take long before he’s hitting and abusing that wonderful spongey spot inside you making you let out a spring of loud wanton moans that sounded almost like you were screaming bloody murder.
“All these worthless little subjects are gonna get watch just how messy and beautiful you look when you squirt on my cock baby, they aren't deserving to see such a wondrous sight but i could care less” “my princess deserves an orgasm that’ll knock the wind from your chest for looking so ravishing in that dress and delicious in these skimpy undergarments” he smirks and dives his head in the crook of your neck to leave small bites and kisses up and down it making you whimper and buck your hips.
It wouldn’t be long now before the knot in your stomach snapped and it was gonna snap hard.
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→ a/n: this is quite short and shitty cause i rushed and was losing motivation for it :\ it was meant to have a lot more and be better
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AN: Morning all! I can't believe how close to the end of October we are! It feels like yesterday that I posted 'Good Boy'. If you've missed any of my Kinktober 2022 fics, then just click on the master list link below.
Afraid I've gone short and soft for today, but I hope you still enjoy.
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.
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Pairing: Enby! Dom! Loki x Sub! Reader
CW: High Protocol D/S, Collaring, 24/7 D/S dynamic, Soft Dom Loki, Enby Loki, smidge of Jotun Loki, Reader refers to Loki as Master as part of their dynamic.
Word count: 865
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You were waiting for Loki’s return. You weren’t sure when they were going to sweep in, but it was around the same time everyday, so you made sure that you were knelt, ass on your heels, arms behind your back, spine straight and head bowed from at least 30 minutes before the earliest possible time. This did mean that sometimes you were waiting for up to two hours, but your cushion was soft, the room was warm, and pleasing your Master was your sole reason for being. 
You let out a relaxed sigh as you heard Loki’s recognisable footsteps coming down the hallway, happy to have your Master home. The door opened silently on its hinges and closed with a soft thud, the delicate footsteps clicking louder across the floor of the opulent chambers.
You felt Loki’s unique presence fill the large space and you resisted the urge to squirm. Loki liked you still and calm. Waiting for the exquisite sensations only they could provide. Pale, tapered fingers reached out, coming into your vision and tipped your chin up. You blinked up at Loki, owlishly.
“Ah, such an obedient pet for me, aren’t you? Ready and waiting for your Master to arrive home. Ready to serve.”
You knew how you were supposed to respond.
“Yes, Master. Always.”
Loki’s hand swept down onto your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and smoothing the fabric of your translucent green robe. It was the only clothing you wore, and did little to cover you, but that was how Loki liked it. You were theirs to look at, whenever they wanted, and if others visited these chambers then it was for Loki to decide whether they saw you or not.
Your master took a step away and motioned you up with the sweep of one hand.
“May I help you disrobe?” You were betting that this is what Loki wanted, but you’d learnt the hard way not to presume. It was always best to ask before touching.
“Go ahead, Pet. Help me relax.” 
WIth your eyes downcast, your fingers danced over the fastenings of Loki’s leathers, the supple material moulded to their godly body. You peeled the clothes away, revealing your Master’s body, the smooth pale flesh created by their seidr. You wondered if they would choose to show you their true self today? You felt honoured when they did, as it was a sign of how much they trusted you.
Dropping to your knees you eased Loki’s trousers down and off their legs, then gathered all of the leatheres, folded them and scurried to take them through to the laundry hamper. On your return you picked up Loki’s favourite robe, woven through with golden threads and helped them into it.
“A drink, Master?”
Loki cupped your face and you allowed yourself to press into the touch for a moment, enjoying the touch of their hand on your cheek.
“I love how you intuit my every need kjæledyret mitt. A drink would be most pleasant.”
You moved to the drinks trolley, selecting a dark mead that clung invitingly to the sides of the crystal tumbler. When you turned back around you found that Loki had moved to their favourite chair by the fireplace, head leaning against the tall, padded back, and legs splayed. You walked over on light, quiet footsteps, dropping to your knees between Loki’s thighs and holding the drink out. Loki’s eyes raked over you, appraising both your body and your behaviour, and when they took the drink from you, and you returned to your standard position, even with your eyes looking at the floor, you could feel their smile on you. 
“You are being a good girl today, aren’t you. Hmm. Maybe you deserve a reward. What do you say?”
You considered your answer for a moment, trying to work out what response was expected.
“If you think I deserve one, then I will gladly accept. But I seek no prize for serving my master.”
Loki chuckled at your diplomacy.
“Hhmm, the next time I have some foreign dignitaries to charm, maybe I should bring you along. You may have a talent for soothing inflated egos. But, your gift. I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer. You may look up.”
Loki’s fingers snapped and with a flash of light your gift was revealed. Hanging from those fingers was a collar, delicate and light and made of gold. Your eyes went wide, your face alight with joy.
“A collar? Oh, Master! Thank you. Please! Please can I wear it now?”
Loki’s smile grew wider. 
“Of course, dear one.”
Another snap of those talented fingers and you felt the light weight settle around your neck. Immediately you began to relax, sinking into that soft headspace that only Loki could bring you to. Noticing the shift in your demeanor, Loki guided your head to rest against their thigh.
A sigh of happiness and contentment left your lips, almost purr-like as Loki stroked your hair and slowly sipped their drink. You felt their body relax and your heart swelled as the skin under your cheek grew colder, and turned blue, bit by bit.
“What is my name, kjæledyret mitt?”
“Loki…”
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asgardwinter · 2 years
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oi, meu amor! 🎟 buying a request ticket from you!
inspired by your sweet anon request, i would like to give you a prompt based on jão’s essa eu fiz pro nosso amor
i love the lyric:
Eu já tinha desistido de mim
Minha vida é sempre assim
Eu tenho a minha fama de sofredor
Então não conta pra ninguém
Mas essa eu fiz pro nosso amor
i guess it’s pretty specific, but I will love to read whatever you make up from this! 💞 ily
i'm sorry i took so long my love!! i hope you enjoy it <3
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summary | Those words were all he had from you, and he’d keep them safe and locked away in the darkness.
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pairing | Loki x fem!Reader
warnings | teeny tiny angsty in the beginning but the rest is pure fluff, Loki thinking that he isn’t enough, friends to lovers, mentions of food
word count | 1,6k
author’s note | i decided to put together this lovely request from @beakeoghan and my entry to @pellucid-constellations’ love letter writing challenge and…well, here we are. i hope both of you, Kathie and Bea, and also everyone here enjoy this little thing i wrote <3
prompt: “And I’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that.” from the writing challenge’s list + essa eu fiz pro nosso amor by jão
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Loki never fell in love. He might’ve had some flings but that was it.
Loki got to a point where he thought love wasn’t really his thing, his area of expertise. Any type of love seemed to be out of his reach, could it be romantic or platonic or familiar, and the moment it got to him, the moment Loki felt loved, it was just for him to feel it slip from his grasp and leave him alone one more time.
Loki didn’t need love. He decided it lots of years before he even came to Earth the first time.
It was a silly emotion, one that made people do dumb things and end up killed and hurt. He didn't want to end up like that so the decision was quite easy.
Loki would never fall in love.
The decision was still a priority for him when he came to Earth for the second time, living in the Avenger’s Compound among midgardians.
Love. Wasn’t. For. Him.
But he didn’t take into account that love didn’t ask for permission, and it caught him off guard.
That’s how he found himself intentionally ignoring the weird warmth inside his chest when you greeted him every morning since the first day he came to live there.
But, because of you, Loki found himself with a pen and some paper. Because of you he wrote what could be considered a love letter.
Well, it wasn’t really a love letter, but more of a little note. Only one or two cheesy sentences.
Loki regreted it intantly. He felt embarrassed by it, so much he threw it under his bed to pretend he never did it. But he couldn’t bring himself to throw it in the garbage.
Loki also couldn’t bring himself to stop writing about you.
The amount of paper hidden under Loki’s bed was embarrassing, the situation wasn’t supposed to get this out of control. At first it was a one time thing, just to get everything out of his chest.
And then it was a week later and he sat at the desk in his room again, writing insanely fast without even thinking. All because of that damn slice of pie.
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You were smiling in the kitchen when he got there, opening a pink fancy box with something that looked like one of those midgardian sweets. But Loki was caught looking at you, in a situation it was very hard for him to pretend he wasn’t looking.
You offered him a slice of what you called a “lemon pie”, the kindest of smiles painting your face.
“Care for a slice?” You said, extending your arms in his direction with a small plate.
He just had to nod and take it, pretending it meant nothing when it truly meant so damn much. Your fingers brushed slightly as he took the plate from your hands and he fought the urge to just disappear into thin air and teleport back to his room.
Loki was a god. There was no way he couldn’t walk calmly to his own room because of a mortal.
.
And there he was, eating in silence in his room, writing every cheesy and cliché word he’d never be able to say out loud. So as soon as the sun went down, he crumpled the scrap of paper and threw it under the bed, just as if he could hide it from daylight and prevent the feeling from growing.
If only love was like a delicate flower, one that could be easily killed.
It was just two days later when you invited him to a bookstore trip, Loki said “No.” straight away, but only just to meet you “occasionally” there a week later and ending up in the best coffee shop in the neighborhood.
Talking to you.
Alone and happy.
And, just like he always feared, in love.
As the very smart god he was, Loki ignored the last one. “Love wasn’t for him” and that was something that wouldn’t change after all those centuries.
Your friendship blossomed under his gaze like a pretty flower that rose from the stones and it made absolutely no sense to him. It made even less sense as Loki put it in paper every night of the next two weeks, trying to reason it out, trying to get rid of the bubbling feeling inside him when you turned to him with a smile or as our hands brushed in a walk outside the compound.
But most important, trying to keep it hidden under his bed, the only messy part in his meticulously arranged room, how pathetic that could sound — so he wrote that down too.
It all happened because of your clumsiness.
You were going to sit on his bed — a reading session between two friends, as Loki carefully explained to his excited heart — and you missed it and found the floor instead.
Your “Ouch!” was followed by a hard laugh right after and Loki couldn’t do anything but laugh together. Laying fully on the floor you tried to catch your breath to scold back at him.
“I just missed the mattress, okay? Not that big of a deal.”
“In the exact same manner you ‘just missed the stairs’ the other day?” His smirk and raised eyebrows made your eyes instantly roll.
And then Loki started to laugh, so carefree and light. Soon the room was filled with laughter again and you turned to your side to relieve the pleasant ache in your belly.
Your widened eyes were strage to Loki, what could you have…?
Oh, no.
“Why is there so much paper here?” You looked at him, your eyebrow raised this time.
“Discarded material.” Was all he could manage to answer, getting up to help you off the ground and already plotting a plan to make you forget about what you saw.
“You know you can discard it in the trash can, right? So it’s not gathering more dust under your bed.”
“I am trying out one activity I saw on the television these past days.”
“And what was that activity?”
“I believe it is called ‘recycling’.”
The fastest lie he ever came up with, Loki was so sure he got you out of his trail.
“We could try it together!” You suggested, eyes lighten up from the excitement. “Making recycled paper together, I mean. I did it once, it’s a very different experience.”
Recycled paper? What on earth were you talking about?
“Unlikely to be a good idea.”
“Care to explain, Loki?” You crossed your arms in front of you.
“It is a personal matter.”
“About recycling?”
You wandered through the room, getting on the other side of the bed that was closed to the papers you were so curious about. Loki was still fuzilating you with those piercing eyes, as you got down on your knees and extended your hand to get at least one of the crumpled papers.
The way your eyes widened at each of his written words was making his heart jump out of his chest from the anxiety, from the fear of seeing it followed by disgust. But it went the complete opposite way.
Your eyes softened at each line, tears pricking in the brink of your eyes and making your smile even more beautiful with what appeared to be happy tears.
He had no idea about what of the papers you grabbed, about what part of him you were reading. Loki had no idea about how to explain himself to you, to make things right and normal again.
Your eyes met after you got to the end of the paper, missing the paragraphs that were written on the other side.
“Is this true? When you think of me you remember a fresh lemon pie and a soft winter breeze?” You asked in a low voice, appearing to be as afraid from the answer as he was from the whole situation.
“I do.” He took a step to circle the bed, to get to you.
“Do you really think our weekly trips to the bookstore are…”, you stopped to read it, “a tangible piece of happiness?”
Loki nodded slowly, seeing your smile getting bigger and bigger. Every question you had, he answered it with honesty and took a step closer.
And closer.
Until he was close enough to take the paper from your hands and hold them tightly in his.
“I meant every word.”
You couldn’t resist it, connecting your lips to his in a sweet kiss, one that both of you had longed for so much time. And everything fit perfectly.
“I need to say that the whole ‘flower blooming on the stones’ was a bit cliché.” You whispered teasingly against his lips.
“Well, I have about twenty of these under my bed for you to judge, oh great midgardian literature critic.” Loki bragged about it. “How many poems have you written about me? I need to know if I truly am the object of your affection.”
You kissed him again, just to prove the point — and to do it one more time.
“Yeah, you are.” You smiled dreamily, distancing yourself a bit to look better at his gorgeous face.
“Not the most convincing. You’ll have to work on that, my love.”
Laughing at his usual antics, Loki’s smile widened as you placed your hands on each one of his cheeks, caressing them lightly with your thumbs.
“I love you. I don’t have the pretty words to describe it right now, but I’ve loved you for some time.”
Loki gave you a kiss as a response, just to mimic your previous actions — and to do it one more time.
The paper was soon temporarily forgotten on the groud. The last words on the other side, the ones you didn’t read, resonated inside his head.
“And I’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that.”
Maybe one day Loki'd tell you about it.
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rosaline-black · 2 years
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 - 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗
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Category: Loki Laufeyson X Fem!Reader
Summary: you are but a simple handmaiden, daughter of the cook, but Loki is enchanted by you.
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A simple cook's daughter should not have taken his attention as you had. It just wasn't fair. Loki remembered the first time he laid eyes on you. He must have been only around six or seven. A small boy tumbling through the gardens of the palace, his eyes wide with wonder, gazing upon the mountains of flowers and herbs.
A sweet giggle took his attention as his green eyes scanned the fields before him, a small girl stood staring up at who he presumed to be her mother. The older woman slipped a yellow flower behind her ear and passed her a book before pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead, retreating to the castle.
Now Loki wasn't sure what he was feeling, it was unfamiliar and almost painful, his stomach burnt and his cheeks were heating up as his eyes travelled all over this girl's face. How mortifying.
Before he could run away, the girl caught his eye and he was ready to pass out right then and there. Her lips curled into a kind smile as she clumsily waved at him, almost welcoming him over. So Loki reluctantly stumbled over, his eyes still glued to her.
"Hello... my mummy said if I see someone alone I should invite them over... or give them a gift… here…" you said sweetly, passing him the yellow flower from behind your ear.
Loki huffed almost defensively "I wasn't alone... I was just... looking for my brother..." he spat it almost unkindly, but still took the flower from your outstretched palm.
The girl's smile wavered but she seemed determined to befriend him, something Loki himself wasn't accustomed to.
Years passed and an understanding between the two of you grew. They were by no means close, which was mainly Loki's fault. He was completely infatuated with you, to the point where merely being in your presence reduced him to a bumbling fool. However much he pretended to stay aloof, one little smile from you and he was drawn back in, this is how it had been for centuries.
Now young adults, you becoming a fully-fledged handmaiden and him competing with his brother for the crown, he wanted nothing more than to find a way to speak with you, court you. It was just difficult.
His father was adamant about him meeting the ladies of the court, the more appropriate suitors that he had lined up for him. All of them were far too gaudy and judgmental. He could tell they didn't care for him personally, just his status which sickened him to his stomach. When they'd attempt to chat to him he could only see you. Your beautiful smile without a hint of malice or greed.
On this particular evening, he found himself being spoken to a particularly pushy lady of the court, Sigrad. They were seated in the corner of the room, his chin resting in his palm as he tried to take in anything she was spewing, it was mainly gossip she had picked up from her time around nobles. Pure dribble.
"So I was saying to this one lady of the court that..." Sigrad had been distracted by something behind him as she clicked her fingers "Excuse me... maid? More wine..."
A pair of delicate footsteps sounded behind him and as you approached Loki turned, his eyes igniting as his lips curled into a smile. Sigrad must have caught wind of this and she cleared her throat, glaring at you with her nose raised high. With a flick of her wrist, Sigrad swatted the bottle of red Asgardian wine causing it to spill all down the front of your white linen maid apparel.
"Oh sorry about that maid... fingers must have slipped..." Her smirk alone proved there was no sincerity in her apology whatsoever. Before Loki could even react, you were racing from the banquet hall.
"So where were we-"
"We were nowhere Sigrad... take your pathetic pompous self somewhere else before I have you removed from the court for good..."
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You were in pieces. The man you loved was surely now reminded of your lowly status, in probably the most humiliating way possible. That pompous whore had the nerve to embarrass you, for what reason? You weren't sure.
Pressing your back up against the pillars outside the banquet hall, you finally allowed the tears that had been building to fall as breathless sobs wracked your entire body. For once you would love to feel as though your status didn't affect the way Loki would treat you, but your fate seemed to not fall that easily.
A gentle hand touched your shoulder causing you to finally open your eyes, being met with Loki's concerned ones. His brows furrowed as his eyes searched her face.
"Are your alright love? What that shrew did to you was awful..."
You merely nodded and pulled away from him before he could pull you back in again. Logistically, this could never work between you, and no way could you be his secret. Not that you expected him to have any interest in a simple maid. Daughter of the woman who cooked the king’s meals, you were nothing.
"Where are you going?" Loki called out from behind as you began to turn away and race down the hall.
"My prince I have duties to complete this is not the time..."
"You're upset, let me help you..."
You didn’t mean to, your hand swinging around in an attempt to silence his pleas for your stay, that same hand connecting with the prince’s nose. Crimson liquid poured from his nose like a tap, and your hand reached out in a panic, almost like you were having a crack at catching the blood to relieve his Asgardian leather of getting damaged somehow. While all of this you couldn’t help but mumble mindless and strained versions of the same apology, well if he didn’t like you before, he probably hated you now.
“No matter… really I have a handkerchief it was an accident”
You had no idea that he was doing everything to stop his voice from wavering. Not because of the pain of a surely broken nose, but because the feeling of your warm caring hands on his face had sucked all thoughts from his brain. He thought of you like a vacuum for his inhibitions, a strong mead silencing all logical thinking.
“My prince… I’m so sorry… please just don’t terminate my employment… my mother and I need the money and-“
“Do you think that of me? That I would… oust you out after a mere accident…”
Your eyes finally met as you took one step to distance yourself from him. Would he? All the other handmaidens spoke negatively of the younger prince. He was cold, didn’t enjoy the same sexual escapades as his brother, and for the most part, kept to himself. You didn’t understand why those were negative attributes, you had always enjoyed the quieter people, they were calmer and usually kinder. Maybe you had overthought it? The prince couldn’t have been that bad, he had defended you…
“No… no sorry, I just… gods this is so embarrassing…”
Your eyes cast down again, but a singular finger lifted your chin to face up, those eyes creasing, pleading with you. What was he doing? Was he pulling your face to his? Were your lips about to brush?
Well, you never found out, a pair of heavy footsteps approached, and the moment was ruined. The worst part was the way Loki drew away, like the thought of being caught with you was ever so mortifying.
“Brother your timing is impeccable…”
You couldn’t bare to hear the rest, you just couldn’t. So, you ran.
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Loki couldn’t stop punishing himself. You had disappeared since that night, he assumed you were avoiding him, not surprisingly. He had completely cocked it all up. The prince had guessed you thought he didn’t want to be seen so close to you, but that wasn’t the case. Loki knew if you were seen with him by anybody, even his witless oaf of a brother, your job would be at stake.
Not only would you be terminated for coercing a royal, but you’d be ousted from your home in the castle, and you and your mother would be reduced to beggars in a nearby village. The thought kept him up at night.
However, Loki had an idea. The thought of living a life courting anybody but you was not a life worth living, which is exactly why he was on his way to the throne room. Odin would have to allow this, and if he didn’t well he would find a way, you were worth it.
“Enter son…” his father’s cold voice called.
There he sat, the man with all the power, the god of gods who controlled his son’s fate.
“You requested a meet son…”
“Yes, father… I know you wish for me to court someone…-“
Instantly interrupting his son, Odin continued “Ah yes… how was Sigrad? I know she has an interest in you… very accomplished young woman… soon to be in the running for one of you mothers ladies in waiting..-“
“Father she’s insufferable…”
He definitely shouldn’t have snapped, he was here to bare his soul to his father, offer up anything to allow him to let him call you his own, and he was already being cruel. Loki needed to make a note about controlling his temper, even if his father made the fire of anger burn within him.
“Oh? So is there someone else?” his voice called out, a questioning brow raised.
“Yes… but she’s…-“Odin’s beard he couldn’t even get the words out.
“Spit it out son…” his father yelled.
“ITS’S Y/N FATHER…” He shouted in return, his usually pale countenance red with emotion. He could imagine where you were right now, probably folding bed linens and caring for self-important nobles who didn’t deserve your attention. No, they should be doting on you, for your benevolent goodness alone. You didn’t deserve to be some handmaiden his father was probably trying to remember as he filed through his own thoughts.
“The handmaiden… cooks daughter…” he muttered, clearly not all that impressed.
 The silence was thick, the worst silence Loki had ever experienced. This could be it, Odin could banish you here and now, blaming you for bewitching him. A sigh left his father’s lips and Loki let his mouth fall in a straight line, holding his breath for the verdict that would decide his life.
“Very well… you can court her, but her position remains until she accepts your courtship… after she will have to remain as a noblewoman, bad for the image to have you marrying a maid…”
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Three weeks, three whole weeks you had managed to avoid the god of mischief. Purposely trading shifts with the other handmaidens so you wouldn’t be fixing up the prince’s chambers. You couldn’t handle the cringeworthy altercation you had shared that evening. It was the type of thing that haunted your dreams, punching the man you loved and then nearly kissing him.
Your thoughts had been so all-consuming you had yet to notice the tall lithe figure watching you from the doorway of the washing rooms.
“Sorry…”
You jumped out of your skin at the deep voice your skin prickling with goosebumps. You turned your body around, your eyes widening at the sight before you. There the prince stood, yellow flower in hand, nervous smile twitching as his eyes didn’t leave you. Before you could question him, he spoke again.
“A young girl once told me if I saw somebody alone I should try to befriend them… or gift them… here”
The flower resembled the one you had given him all those years ago, unbeknownst to you, it was that same very flower. Preserved by his mother’s magic that same day, it was Loki’s greatest possession and now, now he was giving it back to you. A symbol of his devotion.
“My flower…” you mumbled almost dumbly, what was happening?
“I have come… to ask you… gods why is this so hard…”
“Yes…”
“But you have no idea what I was going to ask?” Loki stated his eyebrows raising as you walked to him, placing your palms on his shoulders.
“Well unless I have misjudged this awfully… I believe you’re asking… to court me, for reasons I’m still unsure of…”
Loki huffed again, that fond memory of your first meeting giving you déjà vu.
“Because you my dear… are the most enchanting, kind-hearted, and selfless creature of all of Asgard… and I… I’ve loved you for longer than I care to admit…”
His words made your heart flutter like thousands of doves were blooming from your chest. His lips on your own making the feeling repeat.
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kimoralov3 · 2 years
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Arya
Requested by: Technically me, but technically @lucywrites02
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x gn!reader, but it's really about Loki and their cat
Word Count: 1172
Warnings: A little swearing but that's all
Read it on AO3
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Now, Loki loved their brother and his friends— they truly did. But there is only so much of the Avengers she could take before she started to think of various ways to shut them up. This led to a conversation with the least annoying person in the compound— Natasha Romanoff.
“Why don’t you just like, move out? Y’know, get an apartment or something?” The assassin asked as she leaned on the island counter, munching on some crackers.
Loki paused, setting the kettle of hot water back on the burner. “What?”
“You could move out and get an apartment with that friend of yours— what’s their name?”
“Y/N.” Loki mumbled shyly as they turned their attention back to the kettle of cooling water.
Natasha pretended to not notice the way Loki’s tone and body language changed, instead continuing egging them on about the idea of moving out of the compound. “I saw some listings online a few days ago, I could send you the links if you want.”
And this led to a 3 month hunt for a two bedroom apartment in New York that didn’t cost Loki and Y/N an arm and a leg. And after going through the whole stupid process— paying the application fee, getting a letter from your prior landlord, putting down the deposit— the two of you were finally ready to move into your new apartment.
Moving your stuff into the apartment was pretty simple. Y/N only had to move in their bed and some decorations, and Loki was just planning on conjuring up whatever furniture and decorations she saw fit. However, Thor still insisted on helping them “move in”.
“Thor, you know that I could’ve just used my magic to bring that stuff up here, right? You didn’t have to carry it up here?” Loki asked as Thor leaned the pieces of the bed frame against the wall.
“I know, but I am still happy to help.” Thor said with a big smile. Loki rolled their eyes and mumbled something under her breath while Y/N gave Thor a hug for the help.
After Thor left, Loki waved their hand and everything was perfect— the couch was put together, the coffee table was centered with the TV and Loki even put some of her plants around the room.
Y/N flopped onto the couch, legs hanging over the couch. “I’m so tired. Moving is fucking exhausting.” Loki chuckled, sitting down beside their tired friend. “I’m hungry, We should order a pizza!” Y/N said as they hopped up and ran to the kitchen.
Loki shook their head, a huge smile on her face as she watched their new roommate sat on the counter ordering their dinner.
The cold New York air hit Loki’s cheeks as they walked down the street back to their apartment— although it didn’t really bother them that much. Still, they tightened the scarf around their neck and stuffed their hands into their coat pockets.
As she was walking, they thought that they’d heard a noise coming from the alleyway. She stopped, looking around to see if anyone else noticed it but they hadn’t. Loki walked into the alley, searching for the source of the sound.
It came again; this time much clearer. Loki bent down, scooping a small black kitten into her hands. “Hello there? Are you lost little one?” Loki whispered as they looked for a collar with a nametag on it. The kitten meowed in response, snuggling up into Loki’s chest.
“You don’t seem to have a nametag with any information on it, so I’m guessing you’re a stray. Would I be correct?” Loki asked as they gently pet the cat’s head. The kitten purred, shutting it’s eyes slowly.
Loki smiled fondly at the sight. She thought for a moment about what to do before taking off her scarf and carefully wrapping it around the kitten, then tucking the kitten in her coat so it could stay warm.
She quickly walked back to her and Y/N’s apartment, not wanting the cat to get too cold in the middle of the harsh New York winter. They didn’t even bother pulling out their keys, instead just used their magic to unlock the door.
Y/N didn’t seem to be home, so she didn’t have to worry about explaining why she had brought home a stray cat. Loki unwrapped the kitten and set it down on the floor, watching as it stretched out it’s limbs.
“Are you hungry?” Loki asked once the cat had sat down to stare at them. The kitten meowed, which Loki took as it saying yes. “Alright, let’s see what we can find you to eat.”
“Honey, I’m home!” Y/N jokingly yelled as they came into them and Loki’s shared apartment. It was silent for a moment before Loki practically ran into the living room with something in their hands—it seemed to be small, black, and alive. Oh god, what has Loki gotten into now? Y/N thought to themselves.
“Hi Y/N! How was your day?” Loki asked, but didn’t give Y/N the chance to respond. “That’s great! By the way, as I was walking home from the cafe today, I heard a weird noise so I decided to check it out. Now, I know what you’re going to say— ‘Loki, you shouldn’t do that because you could put yourself in danger’ and blah blah blah. But look! I found this kitten all by herself in the alleyway. And I couldn’t just leave her there, so I brought her home and named her Arya. Can we keep her?” Loki rushed out. By the time they were done, it was obvious that she was out of breath, but was keeping a smile on her face to try and persuade Y/N into letting them keep the cat.
Y/N stood there, staring at Loki with a blank expression. Finally, after a minute or so, they spoke up. “You named your cat after the girl from Game of Thrones?”
Loki blinked, confused by the surprisingly calm response. “What? What the hell is Game of Thrones?” They mumbled softly.
Now it was Y/N’s turn to be shocked; placing their hand on their chest as an exaggeration. “You don’t know what Game of Thrones is? Loki, you’ve been on Earth for about 4 years now!”
Loki shrugged, placing the cat on their shoulder before responding. “Nope, never heard of it. Why, is it something really important?”
“Uh, yeah! Come on, you have to watch this show.” Y/N said as they grabbed Loki’s hand, pulling them into the living room. Loki chose to ignore the way something in their stomach fluttered when their hands touched.
And so, a new member was added to Loki and Y/N’s household. Together the two of them took care of Arya, sometimes with the help of their Avenger friends.
Although, sometimes the cat would do weird stuff; almost as if it were trying to get the two of them together.
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ladyfluff · 5 months
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AN: finished Loki, wanted some mobius friend stuff
WARNING: watch the finale first
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Okay, so, maybe this wasn't the first time he's locked himself away in here but he swore it would be the last time. So what if Mobius liked looking at Loki's reels, it made the situation feel just a little bit better. Certainly didn't fix any of it, definitely didn't bring him back but it made him feel comforted in a way. Mobius chortled at the scene before him, a young Loki gagging from the nerves. Attempting to kiss who would later become his wife, it fascinated Mobius. How someone so lively could become so dark and angry. This Loki was happy, perfectly at peace. He had his family, a home, he was respected, powerful.
"It is a boy."
Mobius smiled, Loki embraced his mother tightly before hurrying into the next room to find his wife and newborn son waiting for him. This is what Loki's life was really like, before the truth came out, before the hurt began. Mobius fast forwarded the tape just a tad, he liked watching this part of Loki. When things were calm. When he first brought him in here, Mobius wasn't all that impressed honestly. He hadn't seen the whole entire timeline before, Mobius hadn't seen the softest parts of what makes Loki who he was. The reasons he does things, the pride he had.
"Darling- No, get down from there!"
Loki was just like any other dad, loving and very supportive. Fun. Mobius let out a loud laugh, watching Loki reach his arms up in an attempt to snatch up his son who was too busy climbing a tree to notice. Loki's life was so ordinary, as ordinary gets for a member of the Asgardian royal family that is.
"No!"
Narfi, the son or mischief. Prince, king for a brief time. Mobius never paid too much attention to him but he looked into the kids life, Loki had begged him to see Narfi's file. He wanted to know how his son turned out. Narfi was very happy, married, adopted a child. Loki was happy to hear that, Narfi blew raspberries at his father and climbed up higher.
"Narfi Lokison! Don't make me come up there!"
Loki had been Mobius's friend, perhaps the only true friend he ever had in this place. As much as he cares for and values his coworkers, there was now only one Loki in his life and he was gone. Vanished for the greater good, to be the god he was meant to be. To protect him, the TVA. Loki chose to protect his son, to protect the world. That is what made him so good, Loki was capable of good. That was very important.
"What are you watching?"
Mobius turned to see Sylvie stood in the doorway, suppose things turned out pretty good for her. She was free to go wherever she wanted, Mobius wondered where she would go. Back to that place she worked at? Maybe find herself somewhere new? Who knows, it'll be an adventure and a half.
"My favourite movie- Oh, this is the best part!"
It was all three of them, running around the vast gardens of Asgard. Chasing their son with the biggest smiles on their faces, Narfi shriekes as his father caught up to him and hoisted him up of the ground. Holding him captive in his arms, so enamoured with his life. This is where Mobius imagined he'd be now, right here. Surrounded by the things he loved, safe and a whole lot happier.
"He really is something, isn't he?"
Mobius let out an exhale, maybe he ought to call it a day.
"He sure is."
Mobius would miss him the most.
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