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xoxoavenger · 4 months

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I'll Always Find You

pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

summary: Loki finds Y/N at the TVA when he begins to time slip.

word count: 961

warnings: none

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As soon as Loki realized he was getting pulled through time, he suddenly felt like he didn't have enough of it.

The problem with time was that when he would be pulled to the past, his present still continued. It made him wonder about the time he came from, where that version of him was at this point. It just confused him more, because he knew the TVA didn't work like that. He knew that the version of him he was supposed to be was no longer a 'present' being.

It was confusing and making his head hurt, though he wasn't sure if part of that was because of the time warping or not.

He was running through the halls, away from the hunters who didn't know who he was. He turned around for just a second to check how close they were before he was warping again, pain shooting across his body. He couldn't stop himself from running when he saw someone appear in front of him, so he ended up tripping over them and sending them both to the ground.

"Sorry," He was already pushing himself up and beginning to run before he saw their face. It stopped him dead in his tracks, slipping to the ground as he took her in.

"What's got you in such a rush?" She asked, brows furrowing.

"Y/N," He whispered. She was wearing the robes he'd seen Rayvonna wear, looking more regal than she had even in Asgard. Her head cocked as her eyebrows raised. She was clearly confused.

"Are you alright?" She doesn't recognize him.

This hurts worse than Mobius. It hurts because Y/N is his person. Y/N is his. They were close on Asgard, always causing trouble together. When she was sent away to study, Loki had rebelled even harder. It's why he tried to take over Midgard. Looking back, it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but originally he was hoping

"It's me, Loki!" He knows it's not worth the effort, knows that she's had her memory wiped, probably multiple times. But he can't help but beg, can't help but hope against hope. He doesn't even want to think about what made her end up at the TVA.

The last time he saw Y/N, it was bad.

He didn't like to think about it. Which was funny, because it didn't stop him from thinking about it as much as possible. All he could think about was how he left them. How he let her be banished, too afraid to be banished himself. How he cried that night, so hard his mother was called.

He had been on his way to find Y/N when the TVA took him.

"Are you okay?" She asks, looking at his dirtied shirt and the cut on his arm that he couldn't even feel anymore.

"No, no," He cannot handle Y/N not remembering him. This version of her is close to the most recent version he remembers. He tries to figure out if she's different, but he can't. This is Y/N. She is his.

"It's alright," She says, though it's clear she doesn't actually think it's fine. She's looking at him like he's crazy.

Maybe he is.

"I'm gonna leave, I can't," He feels sick until a thought enters his head. He could just enchant her.

"I should call someone," She says, her fake-nice voice on. Loki doesn't take time to apologize, simply putting a hand to her head.

It doesn't take much searching for him to find her memories. He never thought He Who Remains actually took them, that'd be impossible. They're always hidden, and he would search as long as it takes.

Except he can't, because as soon as he pulls back and sees her, sees the realization dawn on her face, he can feel it.

"You can't tell anyone you know, it's not safe!" He rushes out as he warps through time once more. He looks around, realizing he was in the present now. Mobius is looking at him in awe, pulling him close and hugging him.

"Loki, you're really back!" He says, clearly excited about his friend's return.

"Y/N's here." Loki mutters, still in shock. He's hugging Mobius back, but lightly, because he can't really think about anything but the woman that has haunted his dreams since he came to the TVA.

"What?" Mobius mutters, pulling back.

"She was, I saw her," Loki looks around, as if she'll be there.

"We'll find her, Loki." Mobius tries to console, but Loki is already walking down the hall. He just needs to find her, even if she doesn't remember, because he can make her remember again. She just needs to be there.

It's almost as if he hadn't felt her loss deeply. He hadn't had the time, too busy rebelling against his father for crowning Thor when he was the rightful heir. Knowing where she was, knowing that she had been stuck here for God knows how long, it made him sick. He had no idea how long it had been since he had given her memories back.

"Have you seen her?" Loki asks, describing her appearance as quick as he can as they walk through the TVA.

"Actually, yeah," Mobius pauses, causing Loki to turn. "She was friends with Rayvonna. I think her office was right next to her's!" The two of them turn to begin on the path to the offices when Loki ran straight into someone.

"Loki!" Y/N threw her arms around him, letting him hold her close. "Oh God, I thought you'd never come back. I thought you'd never find me." She whispered, trying not to cry.

"I'll always find you." He kissed the side of her head, tucked into the side of his shoulder and tried to keep the tears at bay. "Always."

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sweetiecutie · 2 years

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Pairing: Loki Odinson x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, size kink (I mean, this man is literally 6’4🙄), tummy bulge, bit of overstim, cumplay if you squint

A/n: sorry for being inactive bubs, my sister got in a bad fight w/ her boyfriend and he left the country and took all their shared money savings with him, refusing to pick up his phone, and it was pretty fun to watch. Hope you enjoy this writing💖

Loki was stressed and tired. Tired of always having to maintain the image of calmness and prudence suitable for a member of a royal family. Of his father always underestimating him, instead preferring the older of his two sons. Of said older son aka his brother Thor, overly confident in himself and his abilities which always leaded to him getting into big troubles, at the same time throwing tantrums at every smallest inconvenience

All he needed was some stress relief and you happened to be more than willing to help him out. That’s how you ended up huddled on his huge bed, body rocking with every brutal thrust of his hips, dick plunged deeply inside of your quivering heat, writhing orgasm after orgasm from your shuddering body

You’re laying on your back with Loki settled comfortably in between your opened wide legs, strong hands firmly pinning you down to the mattress, keeping you in one place. Your skin is shiny with sweat, you can feel Loki’s cum drying on your thighs and chest, bringing a slight shriveling feeling but you couldn’t care less. You run your fingers up his sides lovingly, caressing his soft skin with light touches. Your hands come up to man’s shoulders, resting there, digits play with his silky black hair

- Keep your hands up, - Loki rasps breathily in between deep thrusts, forcing his huge cock inside your squelching pussy, slipping out until only the tip is left inside and then slamming his whole length back in. His grip on your hips is firm, long pale fingers dig into the plushy skin, surely leaving dark marks in their wake

- But I wanna touch you, - you whine weakly, lips jutting out into a little pout as you look pleadingly at your lover

Ferocious rutting of Loki’s hips comes to a halt; tall man crouches over, his face is hovering right above yours intimidatingly, noses almost touching as his dark obsidian eyes glare into yours coldly, his long silky hair frames his thin features, stray locks fall down onto your cheeks and neck, tickling sensitive skin there

- I said keep your hands up, - Loki says quietly, putting heavy emphasis on each word. His voice is low and husky, sternness of his tone almost makes you shrink as long-haired man keeps staring down at you admonishingly, daring you to defy his order

You swallow heavily, doing as you’re being told, putting your hands off your lover’s broad shoulders, obediently resting them on a mattress right above your head. Loki hums in approval, resuming the jutting of his hips, plunging his dick in and out of the snug sheath of your cunny. Delicious drag of his throbbing shaft against your velvety walls makes your back arch up in pleasure, eyes flutter closed at the strong sensation

- Good girl, - black-haired murmurs sweetly, thin lips curl into a mischievous smirk and the quick change of his demeanor makes you mind go fizzy, the bottom of your stomach tingles slightly at the praise

He hooks his hands under your bent knees, yanking you towards himself what causes his dick to nudge deeper into your sopping cunt; thick cockhead hits your cervix just right, stretching you out to your limit. You let out a wail of pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull

- Fuck, doll, just look at that. You’re so small, barely fit me in. I can see my cock moving inside that pretty pussy of yours, - Loki murmurs softly, airy chuckle leaves his throat. His right hand lets go of your hip, resting on your belly instead, slim fingers trail abstruse patterns on the silky skin, causing goosebumps to break out

You rise your head a little, peering down at where your bodies connect and you finally understand what he is talking about. On your lower stomach, right beneath your navel, there is a distinguishable swelling forming every time Loki ferociously slams his cock in your drooling pussy, his fingers tracing the outline of his dick in your tummy. He notices your intense gaze and buries himself inside you to the hilt, stilling his thrusts and staying motionlessly, allowing you to have a better look at what is going on

You mewl thickly when Loki presses his thumb especially hard against the bulge, your head falls back onto the plushy mattresses and man resumes his movements, slanting his hips into yours deliciously, balls hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that rock the air of the chambers along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as Loki’s dick drags along every sweet spot inside of your pulsing walls; the hand that was previously massaging your tummy slides a bit lower, deft fingers rub and toy with your swollen clit, making you thrash in heavy pleasure underneath himself. You grip on the sheets above your head, still not daring to move your hands from their position, thighs wrap around man’s lean torso, seeking some kind of support

Your stomach tightens as you get nearer and nearer to your release and finally, the dam within you breaks, flooding your whole being with a mind-blowing pleasure. It feels like pure electricity surges through your body and your tired muscles shudder violently, making Loki guffaw in excitement, planting light smack to your left thigh

The sight of you falling apart on his dick along with the hectic clutching of your walls pushes Loki closer to the edge; he keeps pummeling your squelching hole, chasing his own release, overstimulating your sensitive body with wide meaty thrusts, making you tremble underneath his bulky form. He pulls out, finishing himself in a few final strokes, releasing his perky cum all over your pubic and quivering pussy with a low groan

Loki swipes the head of his cock over your puffy glistening folds, smearing and smudging his cum all over them, making you jolt harshly at the contact with the overly sensitive nub of your clit, mean chuckle tumbles through his chest at your pathetic cry, your thighs tremble uncontrollably on each side of his body

He leans down, connecting his lips with yours in a lazy wet kiss, tongue slipping in your mouth easily, tangling with yours in a messy dance. You finally decide to move your hands from their position, resting them on top of Loki’s nape, drawing him in even closer to which he happily complies, almost laying on top of you

He breaks your kiss, a shiny string of your shared saliva connecting your lips. Your body sores from multiple rounds of sex and Loki runs his warm hands down your sides, resting them on the concavity of your waist, fingers softly rub your skin there. Black-haired peers into your eyes lovingly, mischievous smile tugs the corners of his lips upwards and he rasps breathily agains your lips, his words bring blush to your face:

- C’mon sweets, one more time. I know you can give it to me🤍

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chubbygirlfics · 1 year

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Hi idk if you write for Bucky Barnes or for Loki but if you do I would really love a bucky or Loki x plus size reader and I know it gets annoying but I’m really struggling and I was wondering if they could help reader through body insecurities.

Loki & Bucky head-canons for helping reader through body insecurities (separate)

Warnings: insecure reader, plus size reader!

Loki-

Wishes you could see yourself through his eyes

He already worships the ground you walk and and it’s hurts him seeing you constantly out down your self and your body

Trust me he’ll do everything in his power too boost your confidence or make you feel better ab yourself

Stands behind you in the mirror, tracing his hands along your body, whispering to you about what he loves ab you and that your perfect

If your ever worried he can’t pick you up or that your going to hurt him just remember he has super human strength and you would never hurt him and he would love to pick you up only if your okay with it

The days you feel like you can’t get through it you always have him

He will take you out, hype you up, make love to you, anything that makes his pretty girl feel better

The moral of the story is, Loki will always be there with open arms and ways to comfort you.

Bucky-

With Bucky it’s a little different

Yes he loves you and thinks your perfect but he has trouble communicating about this type of stuff, he doesn’t really know how to comfort you

I guess he doesn’t understand your insecurities, he doesn’t know why you hate your body when he loves it, he doesn’t know why you hate your face and he adores it

Will attempt to make you feel better, by telling you your gorgeous, and that no one compares to you

While that doesn’t necessarily help it’s just the thought that counts

Like with Loki if your worried ab hurting him or him not being able to pick you up he has super solider strength

He could through you around if he wanted too

But just know he loves you no matter what and will try his best to help you.

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sinsandguilt · 1 year

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Stain Me (Loki x Female Reader Drabble)

Just a quick drabble inspired by the song Holy Water by Zippermouth. This is only my second time ever posting any writing on Tumblr so sorry if it’s kind of bad or rubbish 😅

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Loki looked up at the woman hovering above him, her fingertips caressing and tracing every line, ever scar, every shadow of muscular definition on his bare torso. She inspected his form like he was a priceless art piece, with her gaze so fond and warm he thought he could burn up in her eyes. He felt so overwhelmed with emotion, to be doted upon and admired so earnestly, that he would surely be punished for it. It had to be some kind of sin, for someone as marred and dirty as him, to have won the affections of one so pure.

“Don’t…” he uttered softly, his hands trembling almost imperceptibly as he reached for his lover’s wrists, halting her movements.

Her eyes snapped to his, filled with confusion and concern. Concern. Concern for one so unredeemable as him. It was too much to bear.

“What?” she questioned. The fear that she had overstepped some sort of boundary shone plain as day on her features. “Loki, what’s wrong?”

He let out a shaking breath, tense shoulders shuddering as he exhaled. “You don’t want this,” he told her. “You do not want me.”

She cocked her head innocently, signalling she did not understand. The God could read her like a book, and he could virtually see the thoughts that would be whirring through her mind at that moment. Have I not shown you otherwise? Is this not enough? How can I love you more? How can I prove my love to you? Silly girl, if only she knew of the wretched acts he had wrought in his time, the pain and suffering he had caused, she would see the error in choosing him to love.

Of course, Loki knew she was aware of his past transgressions. There were few who had not heard tale of his evil deeds. But surely she did not truly comprehend the magnitude of his blackened past. For if she did, there was no way she would have given her heart to him as she had chosen.

“My dear heart,” he continued, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on the inner side of her wrists, “I am not a creature you wish to align yourself with. I am…” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I am damaged, corrupted. You, who are nothing but kind and good, should not dirty yourself with the likes of me. If you are the holiest, most crystal clear of waters, then I am not but a murky, muddy pool, stained with the blood of my sins. You should not-” his words were silenced as she placed her lips upon his in a kiss that was hard and urgent, one which she did not pull away from for several seconds.

When she finally released his lips, her eyes were dark, swirling with something Loki could not quite place. For the first time, she was unreadable. “Do not preach to me of what I should or should not do, O God of Mischief,” she told him firmly, her voice deep and sultry with a passion the God had never before seen. She placed her hands upon his face, delicate fingertips caressing his sharp cheekbones. “I have chosen with which waters I wish to bathe. I would rather drown within your pool than dare to swim in any other.”

He took pause to gaze into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, even the smallest of embers that would suggest she was not strong in her conviction. He found none.

“You may never be clean again,” he warned her in a husky timbre.

She merely smiled, her lips ghosting over his as she uttered two words. “Stain me.”

Loki was stunned into silence, his lover taking the moment to kiss him again with heated fervency, a kiss that led into a long night of irrepressible need and unbridled passion.

Perhaps if he were destined to burn within her love, then she was destined to drown in his.

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courtneyraeblogs1221 · 1 year

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* = Characters have some smut recommendation

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peterbarnes · 6 months

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Maybe Season 2: Chapter 1

Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.

Word Count: 1.5k

Catch up on season 1 of the series!

A/N: chapter 1 is here!! I'm gonna try to upload weekly. I'll try to stay somewhat canon-compliant but since I kind of diverged during the season 1 finale, not everything will be the exact same as the show (obv). Enjoy!

It’s hard being in a place outside of time.

Your life drags on, but there’s nothing to quantify it; no way to measure your loneliness or your work. But - if you had to guess - it would be somewhere close to eternity.

You hadn’t slept once since He Who Remains passed. It was peaceful, just like he’d hoped. And it was a stark reminder that despite everything, he was still just a human being.

“You must protect the timeline,” he whispered to you on his deathbed. “My variants…if they come -”

“I won’t let them,” you interrupted. “I’m not scared.”

“You should be,” he said, voice quivering. “The Conqueror. He has no hesitation, no restraint. He is a vessel of destruction. I am a vessel of destruction.”

You took his shaking hand, gripping it tightly. Your heart thumped in your chest, nearly blocking out all other sounds. It was like someone was squeezing your ribs, blocking any air from coming in.

“Everything will be okay,” you promised.

It was a lie.

- - -

“No, no, no, no,” you repeated to yourself.

You were running around the citadel, from TemPad to TemPad, document to document. It was a mess - books scattered across the floor and cracks breaking apart the marble walls.

“Miss Minutes!” You called.

“Yes?”

You shrieked at the sudden voice and whipped around to find the orange clock floating behind you.

“Why isn’t Renslayer answering my calls?” You questioned.

Miss Minutes wasn’t taking your succession of Time too well. She met every question or command you gave with an eye roll or a snarky comment.

“I already told you,” she said, exasperated. “I don’t know.”

“Your job is literally to know everything,” you snapped, slamming a document down onto your desk.

“Hey!” She retorted. “You watch your tone with me, missy. Judge Renslayer is completely off the grid. I can’t track her or her TemPad anywhere.”

“Can’t or won’t?” You asked.

Miss Minutes didn’t answer. She simply scoffed and crossed her orange arms.

“You see that?”

You pointed out the window - to the Sacred Timeline beyond the Citadel. Except, it didn’t look the same as when you arrived. Instead of a beautiful blend of neon hues in one direction, streaks were going in all different directions. Branches, and they were growing fast.

“If I can’t contact the TVA’s head judge, then we can’t create a plan to stop this branching!”

You were screaming at this point, more to yourself than Miss Minutes.

“This never happened under He Who Remains,” Miss Minutes argued, pointing her gloved finger at you. “This problem started as soon as you took over.”

You glared daggers at the AI, but she wasn’t wrong. You had promised to protect and uphold Time, to prevent a multiversal war. All you had accomplished since you took over was making it worse.

“It’s not just me,” you tried to reason. “The TVA is falling apart. Now that we - the employees - know they’re variants, they’re either going back to their place on the timeline or refusing to prune. It’s a disaster!”

You plopped onto your desk chair, burying your head in your hands. Your nails picked at your scalp, pulling hair and skin out of frustration.

“This is your responsibility now,” Miss Minutes told you coldly. “If the TVA isn’t working right, get down there and fix it yourself.”

And with that, she was gone. The only person - and you use ‘person’ loosely - you had to talk to.

You sniffled into your sleeve. It was a blue sweater, warm and soft. It might appear mundane, but it was the only piece of clothing you’d worn that wasn’t your TVA uniform. It wasn’t supposed to be defined by your job, but you. Yet here you were sniffling into it as you crumbled under the pressure of your choices.

“I can’t fix it. Why can’t I fix it?” You scolded yourself as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

Miss Minutes’s words echoed in your head.

Get down there and fix it yourself.

Your eyes narrowed at the TemPad that sat on the desk before you. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve before grabbing the device and activating a Time Door.

You walked toward it, prepared to enter when something caught your eye. Your old TVA jacket lay scattered on the floor in the corner, still caked in blood from when you fought Sylvie and Loki. The memories flashed through your mind, and you winced. You pictured an alternate timeline where everything worked out perfectly. You and Loki together in a beautiful house. You would get a high position at a tech company as he spends his days exploring human literature and making amends for his past. Sylvie peacefully traipsing the countryside, finally having that chip off her shoulder. Mobius visiting you and Loki, sharing stories about his jet ski rides.

If only reality were as perfect as dreams.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you ran and grabbed the jacket from the floor. It slipped on easily, like habit. As much as you had tried to run away from it, there was comfort in the familiarity.

The Time Door stood before you, inviting you in. You inhaled a deep breath and closed your eyes.

And then you walked through.

When you opened your eyes, you saw two gold doors. You backed up, trying to figure out where you were, only to back into a wall. The tiny space you were in was an elevator, you quickly realized. No button was pressed, but it moved nonetheless like it was taking you where you needed to go.

You were about to slip the TemPad into your pocket when it started beeping furiously.

“I swear if this isn’t Renslayer -”

There was no message, no notification awaiting you. Instead, what you saw was utter destruction.

“Oh my God,” you whispered in horror.

Bomb after bomb was being dropped on branches. They snapped off the timeline like twigs as entire universes were completely eradicated. It wasn’t pruning - it was genocide.

If you had never let the branches grow this far, this never would have happened.

It’s your fault.

It’s all your fault.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. The control room of the TVA was packed. Analysts and Hunters crowded the room, staring at the screen in front of them. What was on your TemPad was now displayed much bigger. A broken timeline, a massacre.

“Those are lives,” you heard someone say.

Shock overcame your body. You had no control anymore of your actions - you didn’t even realize you had been walking until the elevator doors shut behind you and you were in the center of the control room.

The TVA workers parted as you walked by them. Gossip spread, and whispers were shared. They all knew - you could tell. They knew about your betrayal, how you sided with the man that had stolen their lives - your life.

As the last of them parted, one person stood firmly in your way. Raven hair messily fell past his cheeks, and his blue eyes bored into you. They widened as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Hi.”

It was all you could say.

“Hi,” he responded.

An awkward pause settled between you. Loki cleared his throat and turned to Mobius, who nodded at him encouragingly.

“He was wrong,” Loki said to you. “A replacement didn’t stop the branching.”

“He wasn’t wrong,” you told him softly. “I just wasn’t right.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

“I tried,” you said, voice cracking. Tears slowly welled in your eyes. “I thought I could fix it. But no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. I was never enough. I failed.”

You tried to wipe your tears discreetly so no one would see.

“You have some nerve showing up here,” one of the workers shouted. Others sounded their agreement.

You stared at the floor in shame.

“Easy, X-10 or I’ll throw you in that cell with Brad,” Loki threatened, his tone pointed and glare blazing.

“I want to help,” you said to the hunter. “There’s a war coming. We need to be ready.”

Mutters broke out amongst the crowd.

“A war?”

“What war?”

“What do you mean?”

But amidst all the chaos, Loki’s eyes didn’t leave yours. You watched as he slowly walked toward you. The anger in his eyes faded immediately when he looked at you. Instead, they looked sad - the type of melancholy only heartbreak could cause. Misery, longing, and fear all in one. But he pushed it aside, approaching you and holding out his hand.

“Stay?” He asked softly.

“Always.”

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yetanotherhiddlestoner · 6 months

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Loki sat across the club, in a private section reserved just for himself.

His gaze always drifting over to you and the group of people you had decided to go tonight with. You had rejected his offer to go with him, stating you needed space.

Loki felt the anger rise inside him when the words slipped out your perfect pink lips. He knew he had fucked up, he had hurt the only person who actually care for him.

So he followed you, stalked you was the more appropriate term. His heart ached whenever a male would whisper in your ear and your laughter made its way to him. He watched as another male touched your hand, ever so gently as he passed your glass over to you.

Loki also watched for your reaction but nothing, not a smile or acknowledgement of the touch. You just kept chatting to the young female beside you. His anger grew once more when the man touched your shoulder, again trying to gain you attention.

He notes your response as a quick shrug and nothing more. You clearly were not interested in this male specimen. He continued to sit there as he sent a clone of himself over to you, his hand slide around you waist, pulling you into him.

"What the.....?" You said confused only to tilt you hear to see who was there. Loki smirked, he could feel your heart beating faster.

Loki flicked his wrist and your friends left you alone without question.

"Using magic to get us alone is a shit move Loki" You grumbled. He smirked

" I don't like when people keep touching my things. I don't share" His clone said. "What part of space did you not understand?" You ask.

"I am giving you space" he responded.

"A clone of oneself is not space. You are to chicken to come out here it and lay your claim over me, no you just send an illusion.

Loki pushes his hardness into you, " Is this an illusion? Does this not feel real, my hand, your back against me, my cock is strained against the confines of my trousers. You should know how my "illusions" work my pet. I can recall every time you have taken two of my cocks at once"

He watches as you roll your head back against his shoulder. His silver tongue always was your weakness. He slowly drags you back to his dark corner, his clone closes the curtain and a flick of magic means that now you have complete privacy.

The clone Loki pulls his down to his lap as the real Loki kneels between your legs, slowly pushing your skirt up further. His clone behind you, grinding himself on you and his hands making their way down your top. You close your eyes, enjoying every moment of this, even if you were mad at him

"I am sorry for what I did. Please let me make it up to you" His hands still as he wait for your answer, a quiet whisper of "I forgive you" is all he needs.

"Look at me Pet."

You open your closed eyes to see the god still between your legs.

"Remember I will only kneel for you " he says and no sooner is his tongue pushing you to your release.

#tom hiddleston #tomhiddleston #loki of asgard #loki #hiddlesarmy #loki layfeyson x reader #loki layfeyson imagine #god of mischief #loki god of mischief #loki smut #mdni

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jedi-valkyrie · 1 year

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how marvel characters would react to an extensive skin care routine

including: steve rogers, clint barton, natasha romanoff, thor odinson, sam wilson, loki laufeyson

gender neutral!reader and the headcanons can be read as romantic or platonic

warnings: swearing (just from me, nothing bad)

requested by: @weigheddownbyfandoms

a/n: as someone with a long ass skin care routine i feel seen and heard. but this one’s shorter! sorry i’ve been gone so long!!!

steve

i don’t think he’d have any strong opinion

he’d just sorta sit back and observe

he’d probably sit with you while you did it just hover around

his morning routine isnt short either so if you do it then it’s a very big staple of his day

main motivation for getting up is the fact that he can see your face get so focused as you use some weird roller wand

he likes the domesticity of watching your routines; it’s soothing

clint

okay so he’d pretend not to care, he doesn’t see the use in it

very much cold water splash kinda guy i think

but then he sees the fun stuff

the jelly masks and the weird circulation massages

and it becomes a shared activity

yknow those ipsy bags that have those samples of cute makeup things

he’d start buying them for skincare

not for you, obviously

but because he wants the weird bubble mask

bruce

he gets it. he doesn’t mind

he gets very wary of the chemicals though

if he sees a paraben or a sulfate, you can bet your ass it’ll be replaced by tomorrow

“i don’t care that it’s more expensive, it’s worth the extra 10 dollars”

he’s kinda the opposite of clint

he only does the stuff that seems relaxing

you’re telling me that he wouldn’t go to a spa with you? lies, he’d get the cucumbers on the eyes and everything

also he’d do a green face mask and laugh at himself way too hard

natasha

once again, doesn’t really care

she’s used to having to do shit fast so she’ll just kinda bask in the leisure of it all

she’s most like steve but she’d probably get impatient on occasion

she doesn’t see the value in it necessarily but it makes you happy so she doesn’t care

she makes fun of you with all of the little tools that you’d use

“it looks like a fucking dentists office in here”

thor

oh my god he gets so excited

he’s so interested

he’s always glued to your side anyways and the new colorful goop just heightened it

he is with you every step of the way

he’ll watch tutorials, he’ll google different products

he will incorporate every piece of you into his life, even if it means he has to scrub clay out of his eyebrows

he will do it voluntarily and without complaint

sam

sam likes to take his time

he already probably has some sort of routine anyways

but when you suggest that you start sharing the bathroom so getting ready isn’t a full two hour production

he practically leaps at the opportunity; free shared time and free fun products

he likes the relaxing stuff

the soothing washes and the moisturizer

he loves a good self care day

loki

my first thought was: snake, slimy

but no i think he thinks it’s too much.

watching all of the little trinkets probably makes him scoff or something

he’s one of those people (gods) with fucking perfect skin so he doesn’t understand the hydrochloric acid (or whatever you choose to use)

he just doesn’t see the point

but i think on some level he’d rather suffer through your routine then have to sit alone for that long

so he sits and he reads while you do your thing (was he silent? or was he silenced?)

#june bug(s) you #marvel x reader #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers x gn!reader #clint barton x reader #hawkeye #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #thor odinson #thor odison imagine #thor odinson x reader #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson headcanon #loki layfeyson x reader #loki laufeyson headcanon #loki x reader

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starlight-loki · 1 year

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The Elevator (Loki x Reader)

Or, that time you and Loki got stuck in an elevator together.

Word Count: 957

Warnings: it's short and corny sorry in advance

A/N: i make a few small references to two earlier fics (linked below), but it's not necessary to have read them before this one :) gender neutral reader as always!

Precautionary Surveillance What Haunts Us at Night

“Did you press the button?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I pressed the button.”

“And?”

“You’re seeing the same thing I’m seeing, it’s not like you blinked and missed anything important!”

Loki let out a ragged sigh, clenching his jaw as he leaned against the wall of the elevator.

“Relax,” you said, reaching forward and punching the call button one more time, the aggressive action a feeble attempt to keep yourself from taking your frustration out on the god trapped in the elevator with you. “If the call button isn’t working, you can just… y’know, magic us out of here and back into our own rooms.”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“You somehow managed to hide a damn Infinity Stone from Thanos, fake your death more than once, and prance around Asgard for two years as your father without anyone knowing. Please, Loki, enlighten me: what’s stopping you from getting us out of Tony’s piece of crap elevator?”

“I create illusions,” Loki explained slowly, rolling his eyes at you as if this was basic information he was explaining to a child. “You’re asking me to tear apart the very fabric of space itself. That’s madness, even my own powers have limits.”

“Alright, then I guess we’re going to have to go with Plan B: how loud can you yell?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that won’t work. We’re trapped in metal.”

“Oh please. Let’s be real, you just don’t want to make a fool of yourself, right?”

The annoyance in the air was palpable as Loki rolled his eyes at your retort. “By the gods, Y/N, pray tell… how in the Nine Realms did you guess?”

You cracked a hint of a smile at Loki’s thick layer of sarcasm as you sank down slowly until you were curled in the corner of the elevator. You rested your head against the cool metal, letting a tired sigh slip out quietly. Loki peered down at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Giving up so soon?”

“Someone in the Compound will figure out pretty soon that the elevator’s broken. No one takes the damn stairs in this place anyways.” You shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest. “Might as well get comfortable while we wait it out.”

You expected Loki to scowl at you, or bite back with another one of his bitter remarks, but to your surprise, the god stepped over until he was beside you. Without a word, he sank down to match your position on the floor.

You couldn’t fight the curious glance you shot him as you observed how Loki kept his gaze fixed on the elevator doors in front of you.

“I thought you hated all us Avengers. After… y’know, the whole house arrest thing Tony put you under and all.”

“I hate most of them.” Loki corrected you slowly, a hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “I must admit, however, some of them have pleasantly surprised me.”

“And who might those be?”

Your question earned another eye roll from the Asgardian.

“You’re not half bad yourself, Loki. In fact, I think you’re becoming one of my favourite people here.” You voice almost seemed to reverberate against the metal walls of the elevator after a moment’s silence. Loki’s eyes narrowed at first, but then his gaze softened slowly as he took in your words.

“I must admit, Y/N, I’m surprised and… honored?”

You chuckled at Loki’s loss for words.

“Maybe it’s all the sleepless nights we’ve spent together,” you continued. “But you make good company. Even now, when we’re stuck in an elevator.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Loki’s slight smile. Hell, you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off Loki. Maybe it was the suspiciously good lighting in Tony’s piece of crap elevator, but something in Loki’s eyes almost seemed to sparkle.

Loki was sitting so close to you. The two of you had fallen asleep together accidentally on the couch before, surely it wouldn't be the end of the world if you moved your hand just enough to touch his-

Before you could think any further about moving your hand over, Loki beat you to it. Without saying a word, his hand was suddenly resting gently on top of yours. If you hadn't known Loki as well as you did, you would've almost thought it was an accident, the way his hand brushed over yours and stayed there.

You glanced over at the Asgardian to see he was waiting for you to meet his gaze with a small smirk. In reply, you squeezed Loki's hand gently, and let out a laugh when he squeezed your hand back.

"Maybe it's a good thing the elevator stopped working?"

"And why would that be?"

"Well..." You nodded towards your intertwined hands. "We wouldn't be able to do this without getting the third degree from everyone else."

Seemingly right on cue, a whirring noise filled the air as the elevator came back to life, beginning its ascent back up to your original destination.

"That was surprisingly fast," Loki remarked as he helped you up to your feet.

"Like I said, no one here likes taking the stairs."

Before Loki could reply, the doors of the elevator opened to reveal a somewhat flustered Thor waiting expectantly at the entrance.

"Took you long enough!"

"Thor? How did you fix the elevator?"

Thor blinked at you in surprise. "I thought it was just slow... I hit it with a lightning blast, and..."

Thor trailed off as he noticed your hand intertwined with Loki's. The three of you exchanged anxious glances before Thor's face broke into a grin.

"Maybe I should have left you and Y/N in the elevator a while longer, brother."

I'm restarting my taglist! Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future Loki or Namor fics (you can specify if you'd just like to be tagged for one or both characters!)

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ashdreams2023 · 3 months

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Can you please do Loki reacting to reader if they asked for him to keep his horns on while doing the dirty 🤭 and also maybe it’s usually really soft and sweet but she wants Loki to be rough and he’s initially taken aback? 🙃 -can be whatever writing style you want, thanks

The horns stay

Loki x fem reader {NSFW}

Loki loved your lip, your eyes, your hands and your curves, every inch of you made him his blood boil with heat, he wanted to take his time lavishing you and making you feel special.

"Loki" you moaned as he took off your clothes, enjoying the way you squirmed under his cool hands and your back arched.

"I’ll be there my love just one second" he pushed you into the bed, not too strong he doesn’t want to hurt you.

He takes off his armor with a flick of his finger then reaches for him helmet but your sudden movement stop him, you sit Straight on the bed and reach for his hand, you pull it away from the helmet and pull him into bed "leave it, please"

His eyes darkened before slamming his lips onto yours, your arms warped around his neck in perfect harmony, pressing your naked chests together.

"Don’t hold back, please, I want you to make me yours, all the way"

Loki cursed underneath his breath, he licked his lips and bite your bottom lip teasingly before running his hand over your chest and squeezing your breast making me moan louder.

"You want me to mark you? Bruise your pretty skin my dove?" He breathed into your ear causing you to shiver.

"Yes, yes please, do your worst to me!" Loki grinned devilishly before pulling away and flipping you on your back, making you face the huge mirror near the bed.

Loki pulled you by your hair and lifted your head up slightly so you can get a good look at yourself and him in the reflection of the mirror.

His helmet horns still stood tall and shiny on his head "Beg me more, tell me how much you want it"

"Loki, my prince, please, take me, now!"

He slammed his cock inside of you and didn’t leave you any time to adjust like he did many times before, it was exciting and you were so wet and needy, it drove him crazy.

"You like that? That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?" He said thrusting rough into you, rocking your body with each slap and slapping your ass with his strong hand.

You watched with lust fogging your vision, all you could feel is him filling you up again and again.

Those horns made him look sinister, so intimidating, so powerful and Royal.

And you were his very own dove, the prettiest, most spoiled dove.

"Fuck you’re so wet and desperate, don’t cum yet" he said breathless then pulling out of you. You whined looking back at him and reaching your hand back to touch him but he held your wrist and pulled you on top of him.

"I did what you wished for my beautiful dove, now work for it like the little princess you are, take your throne"

You blinked away a few tears of frustration and grabbed onto his horns then seated yourself down, you were so close and just needed a couple of jumps in.

"Yes, just like that use me, use your prince" his words made your throat dry and your hips faster, he gripped your sides the whole time, digging his fingers into your soft flesh, edging you till your orgasm reached its peak and you came on his cock.

You still kept holding onto the horns, letting him thrust into your sensitive pussy until he finally came shortly after.

#imagine #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki imagine #fanfic #mcu loki #loki/y/n #headcanon #loki smut #loki laufeyson smut #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki layfeyson x you #loki laufesyon x reader #loki friggason #loki friggachild

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louwaffles · 1 year

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Loki: You make my blood boil.

Loki: My skin crawls every time I hear your voice.

Loki: My mind roars with agony just at the thought of you.

Loki: I just love you too much, you’re too precious for this world.

Y/N: Thanks??

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maltinonka · 2 years

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Loki x Reader - Sweater hoarder

Pairing: Loki × GN Reader

Summary: Loki is the God of Adorables.

Word count: 2144

Warnings: fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. You will vomit rainbows after reading this. Mentions of sad growing up. A bit of swearing. Reader has some anger issues.

"Hey Thor, have you seen my sunflower sweater?" you entered the living room. "I left it in the meeting room yesterday but it's not there."

"No, I haven't seen it." he grunted his eyes focused on his hand wrestling with Bucky's metal hand.

"I haven't seen it either." Bucky answered your question even before you could ask it. You groaned frustrated.

“Do you need my assistance in searching?” Thor was always happy to help you, probably because you were always nice to his brother not like the others.

“There is no need, I don’t want to disturb you.” You smiled and turned around, letting boys continue their game. “Dang it, it’s like a third this month missing in action.” You mumbled to yourself and went to search in other places.

You saw Loki on the end of the corridor.

“Hey, Lokes!” he spotted you and run off. “Bye, I guess?” you shrugged and decided to check meeting room once again before calling it quits.

*****

You rummaged through your wardrobe, throwing clothes all around you, not caring in the slightest where they land, getting more frustrated with each passing second.

“Where are you, you little bitch!?” you screamed aggravated shutting your wardrobe’s door, almost breaking it in the process. You stormed out of the room and stomped aggressively towards Nat’s room.

“Natalia Romanova!” the woman in question was painting her nails sitting on a dresser.

“Yes dear? What do you want?” She didn’t even flinch at your aggressive entrance or you calling her with her full name.

“Did you take my green sweater again!?”

"Which one?" She didn't even look at you still focused on her nails. You made some frustrated noises and squeezed your hands in an attempt to choke her from afar. She raised her head, finally. "Oh, you mean THAT green sweater? No, I know it's off limits and I value my arms unbroken." she tilted her head remembering something. "Funny you ask, because I am sure I saw someone wearing it just yesterday." your eyes burned with anger.

“Who?” your voice was calm, way too calm.

“Can’t remember. Check security cameras.” She went back to her nails, smiling to herself when you shut her door behind you with a loud ‘thud!’.

“He is dead meat.”

*****

Tony looked up from his papers and almost spilled his coffee all over his desk when he saw your face through the glass door. He quickly checked if there was anything sharp in the proximate distance of him before he let you in.

“Hello Y/N, how you doing?” he spotted a sharpened pencil on the desk and quickly snatched it. You glared at him. “Please don’t hurt me, I barely drank my morning coffee.”

“I need to see security tapes from yesterday.” He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit.

“Only that? Geez kid, I almost had a stroke that you wanted to end me.” He tried to be funny but got more serious when he saw your eye twitch. “Security tapes, yeah got it.” He opened one of his drawers and pulled out a tablet. “There you go.“ he handled you the device. “Everything is there. I want it back undamaged.” You nodded and left quickly, clutching tablet close to your chest.

Tony slouched on his chair, his hand resting on his chest.

“Whoever made her that angry, I will send you funeral wreath.”

*****

You sat down on your bed with your laptop and Tony’s tablet. You plunged it in and started to check yesterday records. Nat didn’t specify where did she see the suspect, so you had to check every corridor and room.

It took you whole afternoon and most of the evening to finally find your sweater.

“I see you.” You got out, clutching tablet close to your chest. You marched through corridor and stopped in front of culprits' room. You knocked aggressively on the door.

“Loki Friggason! Open the door!” you heard some cursing and a rustle behind the door. “I know you're in there, I can hear you!” you stood outside, your mind and body boiling with anger. “If you don’t open the door, I will kick it down!”

Just as you raised your boot to kick the door, they opened revealing a slightly dishelved God of Mischief.

“What do you want mortal?” he scoffed pretending to be offended that you disturbed him. You ignored him and pushed past him, entering his room. “Hey, I didn’t let you in! Do they teach you some manners on Midgard!?” he closed the door and stood in front of you.

“Where is it?” you tried to be calm, knowing that Loki would use your anger against you.

“Where is what?”

“My fluffy, green sweater with deer on it.” His eyes went wide. “I know you were wearing it.” He snorted, back with his act.

“You must have hit your head on something mortal because there is no way that I would be,” you raised tablet that showed him passing Nat with the sweater on “wearing it...”

“Oh really? Then pardon me because” you pointed at him on the video “that here must for sure be your long-lost twin brother Floki prancing around in my sweater, huh?”

“I was not...!” you raised your eyebrow and he coughed. “I mean...yes?” you made ‘are you shitting me’ face.

“You want to play that game? Fine.” You pushed him back till his back hit the door. “Stay.” You turned around and started to search his room.

“What do you think you are doing mortal!? You are not allowed to just snoop around here! I am God, not some pathetic mortal you can push around!” despite his shouting, he didn’t dare to move a muscle, knowing you could end him.

You started to check his dressers and wardrobe, no drawer or shelf safe. Apart from finding some suspiciously looking containers, many daggers and a bunch of magazines about horses, your sweater was nowhere to be seen. You groaned frustrated and decided to check his bathroom.

Just when you moved towards bathroom’s door, you noticed some glitch with a corner of your eye. You turned your head and squinted your eyes, focusing on the corner of the room. Aha! There it was! A glitch! Illusion for sure.

“Lokes, what’s in that corner?” you looked at him pointing your finger to the place. He cursed under his breath and you knew you got him.

“I-I don’t see there anything, mortal. You must he delusional!” you raised your eyebrows at him and slowly made your way towards him.

“Listen here, you little shit.” You grabbed his collar and pulled him close to your face, shaking him a bit. “Don’t try to play your games with me. I’m not your brother and I will kick your ass harder than Hulk, so don’t test me.” Loki’s breath was shallow, his cheeks slowly turning pink. He could feel your breath on his neck and it was driving him insane. “Undo the spell and don’t make me repeat myself.” He sighed in defeat and waved his hand. “Thank you.” You turned around, still holding him, in case he tried to escape.

The empty corner turned out to be a pile of sweaters. You blinked shocked.

“Are these...?” Loki started to panic.

“No. Nope. Absolutely not.” He shook his head trying to escape your iron grip. “How come you are so tiny but so strong?!”

“Yes, they are! These are my sweaters!” you marched to the pile, dragging him with you. “All of my sweaters I thought I lost... You took ‘em!” you glared at him angrily. He was panicking more.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you raised your eyebrow “Okay, okay, it is what it looks like. But I swear I was going to give them back, eventually.” your blood boiled again.

“Eventually? Eventually!? You can’t steal someone's things Lokes!”

“It’s not my fault, alright!? You leave them everywhere and when I try to give them back to you, they are just... so soft and warm and and smell like you, so how can I not keep ‘em!” your shocked face made him rethink his previous sentence “I-I mean...” he turned red, not knowing what to say. You smirked.

“You are obsessed with my sweaters because they smell like me?” your smirk turned into shit-eating grin.

“I said some other things also, you know?” he grumbled knowing you won’t let him live it down.

“I’m still mad that you stole my things, just so you know.” You let go of him. He straightened up trying to intimidate you but failing. ”Buuuut I guess I can let you borrow them because you are adorably embarrassed like that.” you were grinning ear to ear, frustrating him. He stared into the ceiling.

“You can tell absolutely no one, especially Thor.” you nodded energetically and hugged him. He was even redder than before. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” No, he doesn’t.

*****

You entered Loki’s room, not bothering to knock anymore. Ever since you found out about his love for your sweaters, you were spending more time with him, watching movies on your laptop or just chilling. He was always wearing one of your sweaters when you were alone – you always bought them one or two sizes too big but somehow, they always fitted him perfectly. Truth to be told, it always made you a little bit jealous just how good he looks in them.

Today Loki was wearing your sunflower one and you couldn’t help but smile at the way it suited him. “Hey Lokes.” you get on his bed and he scooted over making you place next to him. He was focused on the book in his hands. “Whatcha doing?”

“What does it look like to you?” he didn’t even look in your direction. “Reading obviously.”

“I see that you are wearing my sunflower sweater.” you grinned at him.

“So? You told me I can borrow them.” he tried to sound nonchalantly but there was a slight blush creeping on his cheeks. He was reading the same sentence over and over since you laid beside him.

“You look really good in it.” you put your hand on his arm, rubbing it. “Like a soft golden puppy~” he hid his face behind his book but you could see his ears getting more redder.” Aww, don’t be embarrassed Lokes, that was a compliment!”

“I am a God, Y/N. I don’t get embarrassed.” you grinned harder; your face started to hurt.

“Of course, you don’t~” you pulled book from his hands and put it on the bedside table. Then you wrapped one of your arms around his chest, proceeding to cuddle with him.

“What on Asgard are you doing?” he looked down at you with a puzzled expression. He gripped his hands on the bedsheet not knowing what to do.

“Cuddling you, obviously.” you mocked his tone from before but still looked up at him. His confused expression made you frown. “Oh, don’t tell me you Asgardians don’t cuddle?” he gulped.

“I don’t reckon something like that. Would that be weird?” he stiffed a bit, definitely not wanting you to think of him as a weirdo. When did he started to care about your opinion anyway?

He relaxed a bit when you shook your head.

“Weird? No, of course not. Sad? Yeah, totally.” you let go off him and he whined quietly that you moved away from him. You settled comfortably on the bed with your back against his pillow. “Come here Lokes.” you spread your arms in an inviting manner. He moved closer to you. “Lay your head on my chest, go ahead.” he hesitantly did as you told him. You wrapped your hands around him. “Now wrap your hands around me.” his hands were colder than you expected, you could feel them even through your sweater. He reluctantly wrapped his arms around, still stiff as possible.

You started to rub his back with one hand, the other moved to his hair and rubbed circles on the back of his head. The slowed movements of your hands seemed to work on him, he was getting more and more relaxed, his body sinking down on you. You even heard him sigh.

“This isn’t so bad.” you knew it was his way of saying he loves it. You chuckled lightly and kissed top of his head.

“Glad you like it, Lokes. We can stay like that as long as you like.” you hugged him closer also relaxing.

“You are even softer than your sweaters” he mumbled it into your chest but you still heard it and blushed. It was probably first time you heard him compliment someone.

“Why thank you. If you want, I can keep on being your pillow from now on.” you giggled lightly and closed your eyes, humming a melody under your breath.

#loki fanfic #loki friggason #loki x y/n #god of mischief #loki x reader #marvel #fluff #loki fluff #loki fiction #loki layfeyson x reader #loki laufeyson #thor odinson #tony stark

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year

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I’ve been so into sub Loki recently, there may or may not be a two part smut fest in the works 😳🥵

Here are some subby Loki gifs for y’all while you wait.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year

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A/N: ...and we're back. Can't say that took long. Maybe two hours between queuing up the last one and starting this one. My muse is in a needy mood this week.

This drabble is my second addition to the 14 Days of Valentines community project hosted by @muddyorbsblr.

Series masterlist

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: So, you met a god at a gala...may the courtship begin

Flurries begin to drift outside, solidifying the promise of a snowy week. At their cue, you exit the cafe to store the patio furniture.

Your three patrons barely notice, absorbed in their phones and newspaper. It's been an especially slow morning, with little distraction from your wandering thoughts.

You wish Wanda would show up. Even if she did, you couldn't bring yourself to tell her what's bugging you, but at least you could vicariously enjoy her love life. 'It's silly, really,' you chide yourself. 'He was just being polite.'

It hasn't kept you from hoping though. From perking up expectantly each time the door chimed. From offering to take Chrysa's shift at the first hint she might not want it. From spending "a tad" more time on your appearance in the mornings.

You shake your head with a scoff as you lock the shed. The thought that an Avenger...a prince...no, a god would be interested in you...'delusions of grandeur is the understatement of the century.'

You take a deep breath and with a shake of your head, return to the warmth of the coffee house.

"Hello darling."

You trip on a chair leg at the sound of his voice, your eyes trailing up to reach the face you'd just pushed from your mind. "Hi," you squeak. "What...ah, what can I get for you?"

Brushing your hands off on your apron, you slide around the counter to face him. Your other patrons remain oblivious. Either they don't recognize the man who'd lead an army through town three years ago, or more likely, hadn't looked up when he entered. The quiet Slavic eatery has two Avengers show in the span of a week and the locals can't be bothered to notice.

Loki studies the pastry display. "Are these the kolaczkis you spoke of?"

"Yes, they are," you try to tamper your enthusiasm, swelling with pride. "I baked them this morning. Would you like one?"

"I would be honored," the sincerity of his tone has your cheeks on fire. "Do you have tea?"

"We do," you carefully plate a particularly well-filled kolaczki. "What's your preferred blend?"

"Earl grey," he replies, but you don't quite catch it. It reaches your ears fine, but your brain is fixated on the way his lips move. The pastry hovers, your hand half extended across the counter. Your mouth moves, caught between responding and preparing to brush against his as your limbic system fires in every direction.

He smirks as he repeats himself and takes the offered plate.

"Sorry, what did you say?" Being this attractive can't possibly be legal, right?

"Right," you nod. "I'll get right on you. On that. On...I'll make your tea." Turning to do so, you continue under your breath. "Pull it together already." You make yourself a fresh cup as well, opting for a chamomile with a prayer that it calms your nerves.

Steaming water fills the cups and you realize the two of you are alone in the cafe. The street outside is hushed and deserted, snow collecting on the windowsills. "Would you do me the pleasure of joining me?" he asks.

"Of course." You take a kolaczki and join him in the cozy booth by the window. You watch, wide eyed as he flavors his tea. You haven't seen anyone, even an unattended child, put that much honey in a drink.

"I must admit, the pastries weren't my primary motivation for coming." He takes a bite. "Though they certainly live up to their reputation.

"I'm here because I wish to court you."

"Court me?" The antiquated phrasing makes you smile as much as the meaning behind it. "So, to clarify, you're asking me on a date?"

"Ah, yes. A date. That's what the Sargent called it. Would you join me for dinner tomorrow evening?"

"Dinner sounds wonderful," your eyelashes bat at the thought. Courtship. Like some Cinderella fantasy. He wishes to 'court' you.

"Excellent," he beams, standing. "Thank you for the tea. I'll pick you up at 7."

You pull out your phone to take his number. There's a notification: "Stark Industries download complete. New contact: Rock of Ages (LL)." You giggle. "Rock of Ages?"

"What?" his confused frown turns to mild irritation. "Stark finds these names amusing."

"Just texted my address. I'll see you tomorrow at 7 then."

"Lovely, darling," he kisses your knuckles. "I'll take my leave. You ought to do the same before the snow gets worse." With that, he's gone.

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