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michelleleewise · 2 years
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Courting Disaster
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: secret relationship, mild smut (nothing graphic yet), jealousy, disastrous blind dates, swearing, miscommunication, hitting the angst in the end, vomiting, self esteem issues
Summary: You are the cousin of THE Tony Stark, so when you enter a relationship with the God of Mischief himself you are determined to keep it low-key much to his chagrin. But your lover's meddling brother has other plans......
*I'm so honored and thrilled to be writing this with the lovely and massively talented @xorpsbane !!! This is turning into something amazing and I'm having so much fun!! Thank you for doing this with me!!! 💚💚
Part two--Part Three-
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Loki dragged himself to his room wanting this day to be over. He took his shirt off throwing it in the trash bin before heading to the en suite. Standing under the spray he let the hot water relax the tension in his back. "Norns, what am I going to do?" He sighed, wrapping a towel around his waist heading to the closet. He slipped on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black shirt when he heard a knock on the door. "Y/n.." he said to himself running to the door ripping it open.
"Oh....Thor. what is it I'm quite busy." Loki sneered crossing his arms. "Brother, I need to speak with you." He said pushing his way in. "I've had a very long day, so if you don't mind I would like to go to sleep." Loki growled still standing by the door. "I just got off the phone with Jane, who was not pleased." He said sitting down. "Your relationship issues are not my concern Thor, now if you will kindly leave." Loki said pointing at the door. "Brother, I must say I am disappointed, your date said that you spent the entirety of the date talking about your....penis." he whispered as Loki slammed the door.
"That woman needs her head examined! I was nothing but cordial but she insisted that my penis was going to jump out and attack her!" Loki yelled pacing the room. "I have no idea where you are finding these "dates" but I have had enough!" He yelled again flopping down in his chair "i..I don't think this is a good idea Thor, I don't know if I can keep doing this." He sighed leaning back. "Don't be discouraged Brother, as they say on Midgard third time is the charm yes? You just wait, I will not disappoint you again." Thor said smiling as he jumped up running from the room. Loki sighed looking out the window "Gods help me." He said to himself deciding to head to bed.
Loki woke to a sudden banging on his door, looking at the clock seeing it was three in the morning he sighed laying his head back on the pillow when they banging started again. "Alright I'm coming!" He yelled rubbing his eyes he opened the door seeing you stranding there, eyes puffy and red "y/n?" He said still half asleep "Loki, I just....I just need to know....did you sleep with her?" You asked shakily. He grabbed your arm pulling you inside as he shut the door. "I absolutely did not, I would never do anything like that to you." He said sternly watching you. "But..your shirt.." you started "I was walking home and some drunk woman fell on me ruining my shirt." He said watching you shake your head.
"Loki, I know you've been upset with me about not wanting to tell anyone, but you have to understand." You said pacing the room. "I want to darling, but I do not believe I would be sent away." He said crossing his arms "You don't know that! You don't know Tony like I do, and I can't Loki!" You said raising your voice "Darling, I only wish to express how I feel for you for all to see, I am tired of hiding my love for you." He said grabbing your shoulders "I want that too but...." you said looking down.
"A..are you...ashamed of me y/n?" He asked nervously seeing your eyes shoot to his "no! Of course not!" You said sternly. Loki sighed "Darling, I have had the longest day I think I've ever had, can we just go to sleep and talk tomorrow?" He asked rubbing your arms "c..can I stay?" You asked as Loki wrapped his arms around you "I would love nothing more." He said squeezing you tightly. You layed down, feeling Loki press himself behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle pulling you to him "I love you y/n." He whispered into your hair. "I love you too Loki." You breathed, closing your eyes wrapped in the arms of your lover.
A few days later things between you and Loki were still tense, neither of you budging an inch on how you felt about the situation.......unstoppable force....meet immovable object. You sighed sipping your coffee when Thor bounded in the room "Hello Lady Stark, have you seen my brother?" He asked sitting next to you. "Not yet, why what's up?" You asked "Oh, I have found him another date, I am quite confident by the end of this evening his scepter will be thoroughly polished." He said smiling. "Oh...can I see?" You asked watching him pull up a picture. "Oh! Well he....umm he seems nice." You said trying not to laugh.
Suddenly an idea popped I'm your head "Don't show him the picture, let it be a surprise." You told him. "I don't think he really enjoys surprises." Thor said furrowing his eyebrows. "Oh, he'll loooove this one, trust me." You said winking "very well, it shall give the evening a bit of mystery." He said smiling. "Exaclty! Just tell him his name and nothing more." You smiled sipping your coffee, it was time for a little payback for what Loki had been putting you through. "What are you two conspiring?" You heard Loki ask walking in. "Ah brother. I have another date lined up for you." Thor smiled putting his phone away. "Well, let me see. I don't trust you anymore." Loki said holding his hand out. "Ah ah, no picture. His name is Eric, your meeting him at 7 tonight, I'll send you the address." He smiled walking out. "Enjoy your date tonight Loki." You said setting your cup in the sink walking out leaving a very confused Loki.
Loki stood outside the club checking his watch seeing it was 7:15. "Am I lucky enough they stood me up?" He asked himself when he saw a tall muscular man with....pink hair? "Heeey! Loki right?" The man asked "yes, and you are?" He asked looking him up and down "Eric. Your brother said you needed to have a little fun." He said winking holding out his hand. Loki shook it noticing the bright purple nail polish, the glitter along his eyelids. "Jeez your stiff...that's what she said right?" He said laughing. "Come on, let's have some fun." He said grabbing Loki's arm dragging him inside. They grabbed a table looking over the drink menu "Oh my God, have you ever had a jaeggerbomb?" Eric asked excitedly "no, I don't believe I have." Loki said "oh! Your having one, I'll be right back.
Loki looked around the club, watching the crowd of people on the dance floor feeling the bass vibrating his chair, the stobe lights shining In his eyes. "Gods this needs to be over." He sighed to himself as Eric came back "here you go honey, so you and thor are brothers? I wouldn't have pictured that." He smiled downing his drink. "Adopted." Loki yelled over the music, downing his drink as it burned his throat making him wince. "Oh, that explains it." Eric said smiling when the club suddenly went dark and the music stopped. Loki hoped the building might catch fire so he could leave "aahh its black light night!" He heard Eric yell next to him "what does that mean?" Loki asked as Eric grabbed his tie "come on tall dark and broody, the real funs about to begin." He said pulling him to the dancefloor as a blue glow lit up the room. "You may wanna close your eyes." Eric said looking up. "Why would i..." he started when paint sprayed down from the ceiling, covering his hair and suit.
"Mm you look good in pink." He heard Eric as he tried to wipe the paint from his face. "Shots!" He heard eveyone yell as the music started back up, suddenly surrounded by groups of people grinding on eachother "You really need to loosen up hun, here." Eric said handing him another drink. Loki looked around trying to find a way out of this when he quickly excused himself heading to the bathroom. He walked in pouring the drink down the sink and looking in the mirror seeing bright pink paint smeared into his hair and face and dripping down his suit. He took his suit jacket off loosening his tie when the door flew open. "Oooh, there you are." Eric said stumbling in. He eyed Loki up and down locking the door behind him. He sauntered towards him downing his drink "i was hoping tonight would have a happy ending." Eric said winking.
"Eric your intoxicated, i think.." he started when Eric put his finger on Loki's lips "your really pretty." He purred as his hand trailed down to Loki's chest. "Eric, I really must be going, there is an urgent matter that has come up.." he started as Eric nudged him againt the sink "I had something come up as well, if you know what i mean." He smiled winking. "Eric, i..." he started when the man's face turned an odd shade of green "are you alright?" Loki asked "yeah, I just.." Eric started before emptying the entire contents of his stomach on Loki's leather shoes. "By Odin's beard!" Loki yelled side stepping Eric as he continued to empty his stomach onto the floor "sorry hun, let me make it up to you." He said standing back up "that is quite alright, I'll be taking my leave now. Good night" He said grabbing his jacket storming out of the bathroom.
You were sat in the common room reading when Loki stormed in throwing his suit jacket on the counter. "See if I let that buffoon do anything like this again." He huffed grabbing a rag wetting it in the sink. You lowered your book seeing florescent pink paint streaked through his black hair, smeared on his face and clothes. "How was your date?" You asked smugly as Loki's eyes shot to yours. "An absolute nightmare, the man had pink hair for God's sakes!" Loki yelled trying to wipe his face off. "Oh come now, Eric couldn't have been that bad." You laughed seeing Loki freeze. He set the rag down looking at you "you knew about this, and you didn't tell me?" He asked crossing his arms. "Thor may have mentioned it, consider it Karma." You smiled getting up.
"And what pray tell have I done to deserve this? The man tried to kiss me in the bathroom and vomited on me!" Loki yelled again storming towards you. "Everything you've put me through that's what!" You yelled back "Oh, so I'm being punished because I don't want to hide how I feel about you? Because I'm not afraid of Stark." He said sternly "I'm not afraid of him Loki, you just don't understand." You said crossing your arms. "Your right, I don't understand what would make you so terrified of telling him, he can't make me go back to Asgard, only Odin can." Loki said "why can't you just admit you don't want anyone to know your courting a monster, thats what this is about is it not? What I am!?" Loki yelled "no its not!" You yelled back. Loki looked down shaking his head
"I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you y/n, I have tried to be a better man, for them....for you. But I see now I never will be." He sighed grabbing his jacket "Goodnight y/n." He said walking towards his room. "Loki...wait." you called out to him. He stopped, tuning to look at you "why don't you go find Thor, I'm sure you'll both have a good laugh about this." He sighed waving his hands. You looked into his eyes seeing them turn pink. "Loki..." you whispered "Goodnight." He said again turning and leaving. You sat in the chair holding your head in your hands "why can't I just be free to do what I want?" You asked yourself, unaware of the eavesdropper in the hall.
Tony had suspected you two were sneaking around....but now he was sure........
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Okay, let's see, comfort or angst, comfort or angst...hmmmm... Okay, what if it's something like you're in a relationship with Loki and you're not powered - maybe you're an agent or maybe you're totally behind the scenes or maybe you don't even have anything to do with the Avengers. But a new member joins the team, powers (maybe magical in nature but whatever), is in on all the training, starts getting involved in the missions. And she and Loki bond. And that's a side of him that is outside your realm because you don't have powers, maybe aren't involved in the missions depending on how you got with readers background. And reader just feels left out and it causes angst... But hopefully Loki comforts and reassures reader in the end??? NO pressure though if this doesn't click with you.
lol, this clicks with me, but with one twist...
“I Hate You, Captain Marvel!”
Pairing: Loki x Reader Summary: When the most powerful Avenger visits Earth with an idea to help the Team with a threat, she instead becomes a threat of another sort when she seemingly gets between you and your lover, Loki. You can’t stand being forced to sit on the sidelines while your God of Mischief makes magic with another right in front of you. Content Warning: angst, jealousy, bickering, Loki is kind of an oblivious dingus Word Count: 2.3k
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“Damnit, just leave already, you cold, self-sanctimonious sow,” you mumbled, pouring a glass of punch for an investor, who seemed put off by your crabby mood. 
“Well, you certainly aren’t referring to me,” he scowled. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that and hope you have a better day tomorrow.”
You didn’t process a word he said, looking anxiously across the arena, down on the floor, trying to get a location on your God. 
Today was a very special day in Avengers history. For the first time since the death of Tony Stark and the departing of Steve Rogers, the compound was open to investors in an attempt to gain some funds for a pending investigation that would require as much money as possible in order to have the resources needed to succeed. 
Carol Danvers had said as much when she landed on the field two weeks ago, alerting the team that some Thanos-sympathetic races still existed in the Universe, and intelligence was insisting that at least one was going to target Earth and the Avengers soon. 
In order to get the funding, Sam had suggested that the Avengers hold a power demonstration on the campus and an open training session for the highest bidders, along with a soiree and exclusive access to the team, of course. 
You were only sort of on that team. You were no Avenger. You were a mechanic’s daughter who’d gone to school for publicity and wound up under Stark’s employ before The Snap. After five years had passed (not that you’d known it was five years, it was only moments to you) you still had a nice job with the team, and you’d even risen through the ranks to become a personal assistant, betting that within a few more years you’d be running the place.
Then, you’d met Loki, and all bets were off. 
Loki was the raven-haired sex god of your dreams, but he was so much more than even that. Although you never understood why, he’d approached you one day some months prior as you were leaving a meeting, claiming he was drawn to your sharp wit, as well as your pristine smile. 
You thought he was pranking you, and slapped him. 
Of course, that ultimately served to be a hysterical “how I met my partner” story after several months of the two of you bonding, getting to know one another, and finally doing what your grandmother would call “going steady.” 
The entire courtship was a bit of a whirlwind. You knew why you loved Loki. One thing you were never able to pin down is exactly what had attracted him to you in the first place. 
“Loki, why did you ask me out?” “Does it matter? Look where we are now, dearest!”
“Loki, are you sure I don’t bore you? Not like I can do magic, I mean I must really bum you out…” “...the best magic is the kind we make together.”
“Loki, what about me do you love the most?” “Everything!”
For some reason, he could never give you a straight answer, even when he had to know that it would calm your insecurities and make everything better. Every time he answered indecisively, it only made your fears worse.
As soon as Buzz Lightyear landed, something in your dynamic seemed to shift, at least from your perspective. Loki had been among the Avengers assigned to work with Carol on her research and defense strategy, and the more they worked together, the closer they seemed to become. 
The few times since her arrival that Loki had sought you out, it was to inform you not to wait up, and that he’d be by for you in the morning (which, to his credit, he always was). 
You knew what it was. Loki was someone who always needed stimulation, something to fascinate him. You had thought that you were satisfying him with that wit he claimed to love so much about you. But as time went on, it was “Carol’s powers could destroy an entire spacecraft” or “it feels wonderful to have a sparring partner on equal ground.”
Yeah, meanwhile my only superpower is being able to wash whites with reds and not get pink bras, you thought sadly, though you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. There seemed to be a new, revitalized energy about your lover, and he was downright adorable when he was happy or excited. 
It just royally sucked that all he was happy and excited about these days was her. 
So special, so perfect, so STONE FUCKING COLD, you thought. Loki, you’ve had a lifetime of ice kings and frigid family, and they’ve all betrayed you. Why don’t you prefer my warm, soft arms over hers, just because they glow? Can I ever win with my boring, mortal, assistant self?
On the day of the big to-do, Bruce assigned you punch duty with a shrug. “It’s not a lot, but there’s not really a lot to be done at this point unless you're part of the show.” 
“The Show” was the demonstration that the Avengers were putting on for the investors. Clint Barton was doing a shooting demo (featuring his kids). Sam and Bucky were showing off some tricks with the star-spangled vibranium shield. Thor did some tricks with his hammer that sent the audience ducking for cover. Bruce was reluctant to “go green” so he chose to emcee the event instead.
Of course, Loki and Captain Marvel chose to duel one another and permit investors to take bets for some added fun, choosing not only which opponent would win, but how swiftly,  with the winner taking home half of the total takings while the other half went to the fundraiser. This event was what was specifically drawing your man away from you. They were training for the match. 
“I never thought using seidr for sport would feel this invigorating. I used to think there was no glory in senseless  sport,” he’d admitted the other night. 
“Your mother would be so thrilled to know that you found such a dignified purpose for your magic,” you bickered. “Circus clown.”
“Excuse me, Y/N, but I can’t help but notice these past few days you’ve been a bit withdrawn,” he replied, eyeing you with reluctant suspicion. “Maybe you should consider turning in early to conserve your energy for the funding event.”
He gave you a chaste, unremarkable kiss on the cheek and bade you goodnight, while all you could think about was how he hadn’t even asked you why you were so bitter lately. I’ve been replaced, you concluded. That almost felt like a breakup. 
That was the last time you’d interacted before today. 
After serving the last ladle of punch, you decided that you no longer gave two shits, and left your post to go down to the makeshift arena beyond the main building, where you arrive to see the Loki/Carol Duel of the Century winding down. You derived some small pleasure in seeing Loki basically having his pert little ass handed to him by the brutish blonde mutant.
Looking down at Carol and Loki sparring, golden energy against green seidr, and laughing like a merry couple the entire time, you felt tiny and worthless. You couldn’t move mountains or shoot lightning from your hands. Loki had never answered your question. Did he even know? 
What do we really have in common? you admitted bitterly to yourself, cringing as Carol got the upper-hand on Loki with an energy shot just as the buzzer ran out. The assembled group cheered like sports fans as Loki took a melodramatic bow before gesturing to Carol, who gave a more discreet salute…
…before she threw herself into Loki’s arms in a hug.
“Oh fuck no,” you immediately growled. Watching Loki embracing someone else, especially your rival for his affections, you found yourself losing all control as you stormed down the bleachers and into the pit. You were seeing nothing but red, and logic was an idea you longer understood.
Carol laughed in Loki’s arms until she spotted you storming in her direction, after which she let go and cleared her voice, discreetly gesturing to her sparring partner. He turned around, the lingering smile from the match falling off of his face as he immediately sensed your distress.
“We are THROUGH!” you hissed as Loki processed the situation. “I can’t bear this anymore.”
Carol looked surprised. “Y/N! Are you--”
“--and I hate you, you bitch!” you screamed at Captain M. “You know what? Take him. See how long before the next Sailor Scout comes along to steal him from you.” 
Your words were venomous, and they struck each of their targets hard. You didn’t care. The hot tears were already falling down your face as you executed a perfect heel-turn and walked away, the rest of the makeshift arena nearly silent as you left. Sam or Bruce must have calmed the tension with a quip, because you could hear soft chuckling as you left the party with every intention of going to your little apartment and having a nice stiff drink. You knew he was going to try and head you off to the parking lot, and you were in no mood to confront him alone, so you went the short way, the one only the assistants knew about, behind the south wall along the perimeter was an opening in the fence. 
One of the biggest hazards of dating the Prince of Mischief, was that he was at least as clever as you, and therefore, you should have been less surprised when you approached the fence to find him only strides behind you.
“Y/N, you can’t really think--Ms. Danvers and I--?” asked Loki, upset. 
“Well, what am I supposed to think?! You can’t ever answer me when I ask you why you chose me, and as soon as some more beautiful, more powerful, more exceptional creature comes along, off you go, leaving me standing in the corner of the room serving punch to Boomers and Wall Street schmucks!”
Loki looked hurt. “Y/N, you never told me you were feeling left out.”
“Why should anything I feel matter to you? I’m not important enough. Not to anyone, least of all you.” You looked at him and paused for a second before letting the last, most painful sentence of all fall from your mouth: “I release you, Loki. I’m not your worthless little whore anymore. You deserve better than what I can offer you.” 
He was finally rendered entirely speechless. His jaw was open. He looked offended. Or guilty. Or some combination of both. 
“The past two weeks have been so painful, Loki,” you confessed. “You brought her up so high in your mind because you have something you clearly value in common. You could never even identify what was so great about me in the first place. Well, I can read the signs. Mischief Managed, Laufeyson.” 
You went to go through the fence, but Loki threw up a wall of soft golden light, keeping you on his side of the field. You turned around to yell at him to let you pass, but he was already at your toes, looking sorrowful as he used his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek. It was all you could do to remain scowling behind your tears. 
“I wish you’d…I hadn’t realized I was neglecting you.”
“I understand. It’s so easy to do,” you said angrily. “Especially with the Queen of the Galaxy right next to you.”
“Stop it right now,” he commanded, his voice suddenly becoming harder, more demanding. “I can’t stand to hear you defame yourself. I won’t have it.”
“How dare you tell me to stop talking so poorly about myself when you’ve never been able to tell me one damn thing that makes me special! What else is there to assume, Loki, but that you don’t see anything about me worth your time? It's all in perspective now, isn’t it, now that Carol has your heart.” 
“She does not. I assure you, my love, that there is no other like you. I only wish I had been able to find the correct words before,” he said quietly. “I fear this is all my fault.” 
“Yeah? Well, it is!” 
You turned to go, although this was quickly rendered futile by Loki putting his hands firmly on your shoulders and looking you seriously in the eye. 
“I will take one moment to explain myself if I may,” he told you. You grunted with ennui and acquiesced.
“It is true that I usually find kinship with those who have powers that resemble mine. Only because to have such power can lay like a dormant vault of magma within you, burning you with stress, and on the rare occasion you find one who shares in your stressor, that magma bubbles over…”
“...well, I’m sure glad I agreed to let you speak.”
“Please let me finish,” he pleaded with you. “Why do you insist I label my love for you, my princess?”
“Because I’m a nobody!” you cried. “What do I offer you that she can’t offer four-hundred times over?”
Loki put a contrite hand over his heart. “I cannot pick out a single trait of yours I admire most, because every single thing about you overwhelms me with adoration. Asking me to choose what one part of you drew me in is like asking me to pick out my favorite star in the sky.” 
You waited a moment to let the words sink in. “Well, if you think that beautiful line is going to work on me, Laufeyson--”
Loki stifled your anger with a kiss so deep, you could almost drink his essence through your lips. He was, as always, delicious, even now when you wanted to deck him between his stupid, beautiful eyes. 
After he pulled away from you, he tapped your nose and smiled. 
“--damn, it worked.”
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Tagging a few mutuals who might be interested: @coldnique @muddyorbs @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokisgoodgirl @chantsdemarins @fictive-sl0th @sarahscribbles
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charliehoennam · 6 months
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Aww I love your writing so much!!!! 🩷🩷 The detective Loki A-Z felt so accurate 🥹 he’s so precious. Can you write something that kind of goes off the jealousy area? Like it’s a coworker who reader gets close with and is honestly clueless to the flirting?
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a/n: here you go, nonny! i couldn't agree more. David is my baby and he deserves some happiness and a warm hug
pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
summary: a new co-worker makes a misguided move on the reader and david gets pissed
warnings: language, angst, arguing (if i missed one, lemme know. minors, do not interact!)
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Sliding your legs over the edge of your side of the bed, you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. David’s on the phone with O’Malley. You already know he’s gotta go into work today.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in 30 tops” he says lowly in his gravely morning voice before hanging up his cell phone.
“I’ll make breakfast” you smile sleepily at him.
You reach out to reassuringly squeeze his arm to let him know it’s alright. He’s already mentally beating himself up for waking you up and not being able to be enjoy his morning off with you as he had promised.
You make your way through the one-story house and head to the kitchen to get his coffee going. You decide on making a hearty breakfast because you know very well David will skip lunch today.
So, you settle for a nice egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich on toasted bagels with cream cheese. You make two for him so he can take one to work and hopefully eat while he’s on the road. You even cut up some bananas, apples, strawberries and oranges to make a little fruit salad.
David isn’t the healthiest guy around, but he deeply appreciates that you care for him and his health. He never really had anyone to care about him – much less his health – so he’ll sure make to eat every bite.
You hear his electric razor shut off after his shower. A while later, he comes into the kitchen with his hair slicked back. His light blue button-up shirt is open, exposing his white sleeveless undershirt. His gold chain dangles and dances around his neck as he buttons the cuffs of his shirt.
You can’t help but smile to yourself. You wish you could stop him and slide his button-up off. You love it when he wears his undershirt and chain around the house.
“Honey, think you can get a ride to work today?” he asks kissing the back of your head as you slice up the fruit.
“Yeah, babe. It’s no problem. I already texted Jared and asked him to pick me up.”
His hands working the buttons closed on his front stop as his eyes narrow in on the back of your head.
“Jared? You already texted him?”
“Yeah. I figured you’d leave before me.”
“Oh…”
You know that there’s something he’s holding back from you. You turn your head to glance at him, hoping to get a read of him as you slide the chopped-up fruit in a container.
“Is there a problem with that?”
You already know the answer to that.
“No. Nothing. Just didn’t know you and Jared were so close already. I mean, didn’t he just start there like two weeks ago?”
His eyebrows rise and his lip press flat as he looks down at his hands, letting them finish their work on his shirt.
“Two months ago, but he was pretty much on his own, so I figured I’d be the first to befriend him. The first weeks are the worst when you start working at a new place.”
“Yeah, I get that. Just didn’t think you were already texting each other.”
“Dave, there’s nothing going on between us if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. Your face says it all.”
You’re slightly hurt that he would think there could be something brewinh between you and Jared. It may come from a place of worry, but isn't that trust is for?
“Look, I gotta get going. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Hey, Jare. Thanks for the late-notice lift. David got called in and my car’s still at the shop.”
You nod as you hand him the containers of sandwiches and his travel mug. He leaves you with a kiss on your forehead and you watch him leave, letting the tension hang in the air. You try to put it on the mental backburner as you head up to get ready for your day.
Hearing a honk coming from outside, you look out the window and confirm Jared’s arrival. You grab your bag, keys and phone before heading out the door and walking to Jared’s car.
“You know I don’t mind it at all. It’s been almost a couple days though. Have they given you any updates on it?”
“Something about the starting motor failing. Solenoid damage, I think? They have to replace some coils or some shit.”
“That shouldn’t take more than a few hours to replace though.”
“David says the same thing. He’s getting pretty impatient. Said he’s gonna stop by there today to check up. You know how some mechanics can be when they see a girl with car trouble.” You complete with a roll of your eyes.
“Yeah, some pricks take advantages. I know a thing or two about cars. I’d be happy to look into it for you if you want?”
“Really? Yeah, yeah. That’d be great. I’m gonna wait for David though. He said he’d stop by there today. I’ll give you a heads up though.”
After arriving to work, you head straight for your sector to settle in. You can’t help but notice how kind Jared seems to be towards you in this new light that David casted earlier in the morning.
Jared always offers to refill your water bottle whenever he gets up, always offers snacks, brings you back your favorite coffee or tea after his breaks, compliments your hair or nails or even your perfume. During the whole day, you can’t help but notice he doesn’t treat his other co-workers the same. You begin to wonder if you’ve led him on to believe you’re more than just co-workers or if it’s because he’s new and not very close to the others.
You decide to shake the thought from your head and go on about your work. However, with this new concept in the back of your mind, you start to politely deny Jared’s kind offers. He doesn’t seem hurt by it. A small wave of relief washes over you. Maybe you were just in over your head and overthinking what David had told you.
Around closing time, Jared stops by your station to check if you need a ride home. You check your phone, hoping David texted you with a reply about picking you up, but there’s no new messages.
Your heart sinks a bit. You’d hoped he could’ve at least replied. Is he really that upset with you?
“Yeah, I could use a ride.”
The house isn’t very far. You could walk home, but the rain is already pouring down heavy. And this time of year, the cold winter air is starting to arrive, slickening the streets and sidewalks with ice.
You smile to hide that you wished you didn’t need a ride from Jared. You know it’s not gonna make things easier to deal with at home.
Part of you thinks David is acting ridiculously like a child that's too selfish to share a toy. Only you’re not a toy. You’re a human being and you’re his fiancée. You’re supposed to be getting married.
The other part of you wonders how you would feel if it were the other way around. If he had a new partner on the job and spent hours with her. With everything Jared does for you, would you be ok with someone else treating David the same way?
Trying to settle the internal dispute, you remember that it’s your intentions that really counts. You’re not breaking his trust because you have no intention of getting with Jared. You’re friends and that’s all there is. And you would want David to have a good friend too in your situation.
You walk out together, gabbling on about the day as you climb into his car.
As Jared turns onto your street, you’re laughing over an amusing situation you’d survived in your first week at the company with an unsatisfied client. Jared had had his first unpleasant interaction with a frustrated client. Although he handled it pretty well, he was still a bit disappointed about it.
Grateful the rain has let up, you notice Dave’s car parked in the driveway. Why didn’t he at least text you back if he was home? You feel a slight pang in your chest, but you shove it down as you continue your conversation. Jared knows your line of though has been thrown off and he can only guess it has to do with the black Crown Victoria perched in front of the garage.
“It can happen to anyone,” you say looking up at the tall brown-haired co-worker as he turns the car off, parking in front of your house. You hear a door close from outside and keys jingling, but you don’t think much of it. Most of your neighbors get home at this time as well.
“You can’t please everybody and you have to accept that,” you resume looking down at the dashboard. “You’re not here to please, you’re here to do your job.”
“You’re an amazing person, you know that?”
Something is different about the way Jared is looking at you. It’s intense and you don’t like it.
He leans over the arm rest/storage compartment separating the front seats and places a surprising kiss on your cheek.
You quick react by pulling yourself back and gently push him away with a hand on his shoulder.
“Whoa, Jared. That’s sweet, but i-it’s not like that. We’re just friends. You realize that, right?” you ask frowning at him. “I’m happily engaged.”
“Y-yeah... I figured. I thought I-I’d shoot my shot. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He looks down embarrassed as his cheeks blush a bright regretful shade of red. “I misread things. I’m sorry. That’s on me. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just… Don’t do that again, alright?”
“Yeah. Definitely will not” he chuckles nervously. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Just like you said, we’re only friends.”
You’re not really sure how to react. You can tell he feels really awkward about the whole thing, but you just want to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Flashing a shy, nervous smile at him, you thank him for the ride and climb out of the car. You slowly walk up the concrete path, digging through you bag for your keys.
Upon finding them, you look up and freeze.
David is standing in the path, glaring at the young man in the car. As he keeps his furious gaze locked on Jared, his hands move to rest on his hip. Pushing back his black winter jacket, his gold badge and his standard issue gun are exposed to remind Jared of who he is.
You don’t realize it’s a non-verbal threat. You just think he’s pissed judging by the constant hard blinking of his eyes.
“David, it’s not what you th-“ you start only to be cut off.
“In the house. Right now.”
He has a point. This isn’t a topic to discuss outside for all your neighbors to hear.
You walk quietly past him and march up the porch. You leave the door open for him, but he’s not far behind you. Only a couple moments since he’d been staring Jared down until he finally drove away.
The door slams as he enters the house.
“Are you fucking serious? There’s nothing going on, right?” He asks loudly and angrily.
“Yes, there’s nothing going on, Dave.” You say trying to stay calm, unwilling to match his tone. You’d be angry too in his place.
“You expect me to believe that after what I just saw?!”
“Yes, because that’s the truth. I know how that looked like. He thought I was sending him signs of interest. I won’t lie about that. But I didn’t want him to do that. There is absolutely no interest on my behalf!”
“The fucking chicken hawk just kissed you!”
“I didn’t want him to! I told him that! Maybe if you had picked me up from work or at least fucking texted me back, I wouldn’t have gotten in that fucking car in the first place!” you seethe at him.
“Oh, so this is my fault??” he snaps back at you bewildered.
He opens his mouth to speak, but just in that same moment, his cell phone rings. A hushed ‘fuck’ escapes from his lips as he answers the call. You just roll your eyes and fold your arm across your chest because you already know what that means.
The conversation is quick. You can’t tell much; all you know is that Captain O’Malley is calling him into the station.
“We’re not done on this”, he says with a raised finger in your direction and opens the door behind him.
The door slams shut. You close your eyes and lean against the wall, wishing you had never gotten in that car.
Dragging your tired body up the stairs, you make your way to your room. You notice the comforter is rumpled on David’s side along with his pillows. It’s not as you had it in the morning; it was neat and made to look inviting. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. Now you know why he didn’t answer you at first; he had fallen asleep.
You set your bag atop of the dresser that you share. You dig out your phone to set it to charge. There’re a couple unread messages and 2 missed calls; all from David and right around the time you’d left work.
Sorry, babe. Fell asleep and just woke up.
On my way right now!
You feel guilty thinking about how you could’ve avoided the whole ordeal. Now, David is mad at you and you’re mad at him for thinking that you wanted Jared to kiss you.
You head into the ensuite bathroom to shower and let the water wash away the stress of your day. As the warm water pours over you, you just hope this isn’t what ends your relationship.
Once you’re cleaned and a bit more relaxed, you go about the house to start on some of the chores. Deciding on a simple, quick and easy dinner, you sit on the couch to eat by yourself.
It’s been hours since David’s left and you miss him. You just want him to come home, so you can tell him how much you miss and love him.
You look down at your phone. He read your “I’m sorry” text, but he hasn’t replied. You wonder if it’s because he’s busy or he just doesn’t want to talk to you.
Wanting to stay up and wait for him, you start on the dirty dishes and pots in the kitchen. Then the laundry. You can’t stay still. It bothers you too much and you have to stay awake. There’s nothing left to do around the house, so you plot back down on the couch and surf through the channels to try to find something to watch.
It’s around midnight when you hear his car pull into the driveway. You race to the window to look out and make sure it’s him. He looks tired as he approaches the house with his keys in hand. His shoulders are hunched from the weight of the day’s stress.
You stand by the window and watch as he drags himself inside. He closes the door and hangs up his jacket before kicking his boots off. His back is turned to you and he hasn’t seen you yet.
When he does, he gazes at you for a moment. He’s too tired to argue, but he loves the fact that you’re wearing his sweater.
“You hungry? I made dinner. I can make you a plate,” you say softly breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
It’s quiet between you both. It’s a moment of cease fire. The elephant is still in the room, but you know how his weighs heavily on him. Especially with the case he’s working on. You don’t know much about it. David likes to keep that away from you. All you know is what you heard on the news and that there are kids involved. Those types of cases hit too close to home for him.
You leave him to eat in peace and tell him that you’re heading up to bed.
Assuming he’ll sleep on the couch since he must be upset still, you head to the bathroom to have a final tinkle before bed and brush your teeth. You crawl into bed and hug your pillow as you stare at the wall, luminated only by the fluorescent orange light of the street lamps.
Tears prick your eyes. You hate this distance between you and him. It’s ridiculous, but you know it’s not the time for it.
You hear David’s footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall. The door creaks as he walks into the bedroom.
He goes about his usual routine; set his ring and chain on top of the dresser along with his badge. Then he walks over to the nightstand to open the drawer there. He pulls his gun from it's holster and makes sure its' safety is on. He had set it before already, but it never hurt to double check.
Soon after setting the gun in the lockbox within the drawer, he quietly makes his way to the bathroom. He opens the squeaky faucet and water pours from the shower.
He doesn’t take long. It’s a quick shower to wash his hair and body. He’s too tired to do more than he has to.
You hear him come into the room to grab a pair of boxers from his drawers. He seems quiet and still. Though your back is turned to him, you feel his eyes on you.
He stands still, hands on the wooden dresser as he mentally contemplates what to do. He knows it wasn’t your fault. He knows it wasn’t you who kissed Jared. He saw you pull away and push him back. He knows you didn’t like it or expect it just as much as him.
His head drops and his eyes close. In truth, the time at work had kept him too busy to think about it much, but he did think about you. Part of him felt you were like a victim, caught up in the crime with no fault. The other part of him wondered what could have happened to influence Jared to kiss you.
With a heavy sigh, you sense his footsteps approaching the bed. You expect to feel the wool blanket at the foot of the bed slide off along with his pillow.
To your surprise, you feel the comforter lifts behind you allowing a cool breeze to creep onto your back. Your heart beats faster. The mattress dips with his heavy frame. And you feel an arm drape over your waist.
“You awake?” His voice is a whisper in the dark.
You reply with a nod. You don’t want him to see you’re crying, though you know it’s inevitable.
“Can we talk?”
You quickly wipe your eyes in an attempt to omit the evidence of your pain. Turning onto your other side, you’re face to face. His hand doesn’t leave your waist. You let him slide underneath your shirt to feel your warmth.
“I don’t wanna fight. I don’t wanna argue,” he starts.
“Neither do I, Dave.” Your voice is soft as you reach to tenderly hold his bicep. You want to pull him close and hold him forever, but that might be too much.
“Are you really happy being with me?”
Your heart breaks to think that he feels like you might not be happy with him. You open your mouth to answer him, desperate to chase away his fear, but he continues.
“I know I’m not the best partner. I know for sure I haven’t been in the past. In some relationships, I didn’t even try to be. But I’m trying, sweetheart. I’m trying real hard because I love you and I want to be with you. I don’t know if it’s enou-“
You can’t listen to him anymore.
“Listen to me, Dave. I love you. You are more than enough for me and you make me the happiest in the world. And that’s enough for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You sure about that?” he asks with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Jared is just a dude I felt bad for at work. I was just trying to be a friend, that’s all. But he misread my intentions. That’s it, that’s all that happened. And I’m gonna distance myself from him because I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”
David feels relieved to hear your solution. He didn’t want risk sounding like a possessive jerk and ask you to not talk to Jared anymore, but he likes that you’re willing to make that change willingly for the sake of your relationship.
After all, he can’t be surprised someone else would want to have you.  The minute he met you, he wanted you for himself as well. He’s just lucky he got to have his chance before anyone did.
He smiles tiredly at you and closes his eyes as he rests his forehead against yours.
“Think you can forgive me for being a dick earlier? I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“I don’t know. You might just have to make it up to me” you tease with a playful smirk, getting a low chuckle out of him.
“Whatever you want. Just name it.”
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mysecretlittlelibrary · 6 months
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To Play Hide And Seek With Jealousy
Pairing: Yandere!Loki x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Stalking, murder, general psycho yandere behavior???
Genre: it's dark it's kinda angst technically
Summary: you have a stalker, what happens when you can't take the anxiety anymore // inspired by: To Play Hide and Seek With Jealousy by Famous Last Words
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The first time he saw you was at work. It was late and the library you work in was just about to close when he happened to catch a glimpse of you through the window. You'd been resting your chin in your hand, reading a book. He stared for quite some time from across the street, watching you close up. He even followed you a few blocks, not all the way to your apartment, but far enough to be reprimanded if anyone found out. You didn't see him, didn't even know for sure there was anyone around but you felt it. A strange inclination that something was amiss. It went on for weeks. You'd feel just the vaguest sense of unease sometimes. When leaving work, or going to work, lunch with friends, even running errands became stressful. You were always looking over your shoulder and your dear boyfriend, he tried everything to calm you down. Started walking you to and from work, or at least calling you when he couldn't, installing extra locks on your apartment door, anything he could do to ease your anxieties he did. It helped, slightly, but even now you still get that odd chill at the back of your neck sometimes. 
Unfortunately these days it's usually accompanied by flashes of green and gold. You know for a fact someone is following you, the piercing pair of eyes you often catch peering from the shadows while you're working is enough proof for you. You'd thought you imagined those eyes at first, a side effect of your growing paranoia, but you've seen them too many times, taken pictures, in fact, today you'd be able to draw them how regularly you see them during your late nights at the library. And working day shifts doesn't help, no, those eyes still peek at you from the shadows of the nearby high rises and at this point, you only wish they would do something.
It's exhausting, the constant unease, looking over your shoulder for glints of gold, or glimpses of green, or that pair of eyes. You've barely been able to sleep most nights, even with your boyfriend around literally all the time to try to dispel your nerves.
Your boyfriend. A problem. He already didn't know how to approach you but worse was that- pathetic mortal you kept around. You could do so much better than him, deserved so much better than him, and if he could just get your boyfriend out of the picture he knows he could give that to you. And getting your boyfriend out of the picture is exactly what he plans to do. First anyway.
He's not mean with it. Although he could be. He sees no reason to prolong the torture. It won't win him points or anything. One night, before your boyfriend can pick you up at work he grabs him. So quick the boyfriend can't even scream before he's in a cabin in the woods.
"I appreciate you taking care of her for me, but you can't keep her anymore, and with you around she'll never have me. So you have to go." He tells your boyfriend calmly.
"Y-you're the one who's been stalking my girlfriend?"
"Stalking is a- dreadful way to put it. I suppose it doesn't matter though seeing as I'm about to kill you. Don't worry I'll be quick. I have to get back before y/n gets off of work." A dagger appears in his hand and your boyfriend's eyes widen. He lets out a yell as the blade is plunged through his heart. Luckily they're far away enough from the city that no one will hear him out here. A few moments of pained groans later, your boyfriend slumps over in the chair and he knows the job is done. He waves a hand and magic disposes of the body, cleans his clothes and returns him to his hiding spot to watch you for the remainder of your shift. He even sends a text on your boyfriend's behalf apologizing that he will not be able to get you after all. Step one complete.
When your shift ends you're so nervous about walking alone by yourself that you call a friend to keep you calm. The feeling that you're being watched doesn't go away but you can ignore it slightly while on the phone. In your apartment, you're even more unsettled to realize your boyfriend isn't here. He's always here. Sure he still has his own place but the last few weeks he's hardly left yours because of your concerns. Something is wrong. You feel it in your bones but what can you do exactly?
It's pure coincidence, the video you see the next day on social media, those same eyes you see in the shadows all the time now on your phone, attached to a face, with a name. Loki. You wouldn't be so quick to say so definitively if those eyes were not burned into your memory and if not for the green and gold that seems to be his signature. There's something comforting about having a name and face to the ominous shadow you've... accrued. It doesn't completely eliminate the fear you feel leaving your apartment but it definitely lessens it even if only slightly.
A week. Another week goes by before you resolve you can't let this go on any longer. It's a bit impulsive, you're walking home from work, and after the sound of a window closing makes you jump you decide right then that you have absolutely had enough. You stop in your tracks and turn around angrily. You can't see him but you know he's there somewhere.
"LOKI! I am so over this shit and I know you can hear me so whatever fucking game you're playing it's over! Either show yourself now and tell me what you want or leave me the fuck alone!" You're only glad it's late so no one's around to see you shouting at the air. Moments later Loki materializes in front of you and you steel your nerves, not letting your anger waver.
"Bold choice, threatening a god." He says with a smirk.
"Bold?! I am tired and angry and sick of always looking over my shoulder because the god of mischief ain't got shit else to do. Are you that bored? Can't you find a better use of your damn time than following me around like fucking a psycho?! You are driving me crazy! I'm not bold I am just tired of your games. I'll threaten you all I want, I haven't been able to let my guard down for months!" You snap.
"I don't see why, I've only been protecting you." Loki shrugs.
"Protecting me?! You're out of your mind! You're a stalker! The only thing I need protecting from is you!" You scoff.
"There's that unpleasant word again." He kisses his teeth.
"What do you want from me Loki?" You sigh.
"I love you y/n. I want only to cherish you as you deserve." He says calmly. Your eyes widen as you consider something.
"Have you- have you done something to Andrew?" You ask. You knew the text about a family emergency was suspicious but you had no reason to suspect something was amiss until this moment.
"It's best you don't ask me about that." He says.
"What?"
"Ignorance is your friend. If your Andrew has disappeared, you cannot be implicated as long as you do not know anything about the alleged disappearance. I cannot lie to you though, if you ask me I will tell you the truth, but it puts you at risk. To know. And I do not wish to do that. I will never wish to even potentially harm you." Loki's words send a chill down your spine. Though he hasn't told you what he's done you know in your heart that Andrew will not be coming back to you. Ever.
"H-how could you do this?" You can feel tears sting your eyes.
"I did it for you. You would regret spending your life with him, I know you would, he didn't deserve you and I will not let anything come between us."
"Loki there is no us. I do not know you, I do not love you. And you took my Andrew." You shake your head.
"No you see- I've done us both a favor. Now you can love me. You will, we have all the time in the world." Loki says with a smile on his face so unsettling you have to force yourself not to shiver at the sight, though you do take a step back.
"You're not listening-"
"No, you aren't listening. We're meant to be y/n. I'm sure of it and you will be too. Soon." Loki grabs your arm and in a blink, you're both gone.
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softestqueeen · 10 days
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✧*̥˚ fic recs *̥˚✧
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here are some of my favourite fics! here are all of the fics i regularly re-read and go back to!
i will be updating this list as i go!
if you see your works here and want them removed, please reach out to me!
disclaimer: they are ALL x reader *heavy sigh*
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✧*̥˚ marvel/mcu *̥˚✧
loki laufeyson
burning words by @lokiprompts (angst/fluff)
the ceremony by @smolvenger (smut)
bucky barnes
breeding kink blurb by @buckyalpine (smut)
pick me by @buckyalpine (angst & hurt/comfort; fluff)
drabble by @buckyalpine (smut)
wanda maximoff
good morning ࿏ wm by @themidnightcrimson (smut)
natasha romanoff
one for the road by @elaci (fluff/smutty)
stephen strange
my doctor by @withalittlehoney (fluff)
good girl by @futureplayboibunnie (smut)
his medicine by @ironstrange1991 (fluff/smut)
bucky barnes & steve rogers
accidents happen by @myfictionaldreams (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort)
adventures of amy series by @girlygirl14534
miguel o'hara
all brawn by @luvrxbunny (smut)
hot and bothered by @spiderlyla (fluffy smut)
bruce banner
cuddles are the cure by @late-to-the-party-81 (fluff/comfort)
steve rogers
tomorrow by @writtenfangirl (fluff)
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✧*̥˚ bbc sherlock *̥˚✧
sherlock holmes
sidewalks of london by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)
the london eye by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)
hold me by @fallingforunrealisticromance (fluff)
brother dearest by @starks-hero (fluff)
a single touch by @bakerstreethound (smut)
safe in your arms by @classickook (fluff)
too good to be true by @teigo-the-explorer (fluff)
let the light in by @starssaroundmyscarssblog (fluff)
dear jealousy by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)
a case of mistletoe and presents by @bakerstreethound (smutty)
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✧*̥˚ call of duty *̥˚✧
könig
sugar daddy!könig by @yawnderu (smut)
simon "ghost" riley
soft-tummy simon riley by @lovelyghst (fluff)
pornstar!Ghost by @shotmrmiller (smut)
drabble by @xiamentshoneypot (fluff)
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✧*̥˚ actors/actresses*̥˚✧
tom hiddleston
in too deep by @thefaefiction (smut)
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✧*̥˚ authors*̥˚✧
here are some of the authors i love to read and i always go back to!
@ironstrange1991 (stephen strange) her masterlist
@buckyalpine (bucky barnes) her masterlist
@luvrxbunny (bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, moon knight, joel miller) her masterlist
@fettuccin-e (oscar isaac & pedro pascal characters) her masterlist
@bakerstreethound (sherlock holmes) their masterlist
@withalittlehoney (stephen strange) her masterlist
@melodygatesauthor (moon knight & miguel o'hara) her masterlist
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mcufan72 · 25 days
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Sugar and Cinnamon
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Loki x female reader/ 18+
Chapter 6
Chapter 5
Warnings: contains fluff, smut, sex, oral sex, angst, alcohol, soft!dom/sub vibes, jealousy, dirty talking. It's a very long chapter (~9.5k words) so please be prepared! Some of you asked for it and I delivered.
Note: the dancing scene came to my mind when I walked through Soho/London a few weeks ago. It's also inspired by the dancing scene from the movie "Last Night in Soho" and you can find it on YouTube, and this is the song Anya Taylor-Joy and Matt Smith dance to... just to get a bit of the vibe ...and I couldn't resist to let MS make an appearance
I couldn't resist, my lovely @lokisprettygirl You already know that. Thanks for your help and for answering my special question and I sincerely hope I got it right...
This special part of the chapter is for you, my dearest (you'll know it when you read it)❤️🩷💚🤍
Loki couldn't remember the last time he felt that nervous and excited before an event. It must have been on Asgard when he was a young innocent prince, attending for the first time to a ball at the Asgardian Court, expected to dance with a princess for the very first time. He was delighted when Rhea sent him your confirmation for tonight's gala dinner and he looked forward to seeing you again. It wasn't even a real date, officially he booked you as his companion or as you were calling it, his arm candy. Nonetheless, he was grateful that you still wanted to spend time with him.
Dressed in black briefs after a relaxing bath which he took after returning from a run in Morris Canal Park, he stood in his closet and began to dress himself for the evening. For the gala dinner, he chose a black three-piece suit, perfectly tailored, excellently wrapping and emphasizing his muscular body. He combined it with a tight-fitting black shirt, and a dark-green tie which perfectly matched with the dark-green details of the waistcoat and the dark-green evening gown he gave to you, and finished his look with black leather shoes. He wished you would wear the dress tonight. He'd feel honoured. He had a further, little surprise for you. It was nothing special but he hoped you'd like it.
Nervous, nauseous, and excited. Three words to describe your condition. With trembling hands, you did your makeup and put on the dress. Why were you always so nervous when you had a date with Luke? You already slept with him so there was no need anymore to be nervous. You pulled your hair into a sleek tight bun like you always did, the knot high on your head this time. You'd prefer to wear your trainers but of course, you chose the elegant golden high heel sandals you had bought for events like these. They were just a further pair of beautiful little beasts but they perfectly rounded up the elegant design of the gown. You finished your look with the dark red lipstick and there she was: Sugar, ready to meet Luke. You grabbed your golden box clutch, studded with shimmering rhinestones, from the dresser and left your apartment, leaving all your problems behind. You wanted to enjoy this evening to the fullest. You deserved it, didn't you?
When you arrived at the event location, Luke was already waiting for you. Because of the evening darkness and the tinted car windows, you couldn't see what he was wearing but you were sure he would be the most handsome man tonight. He was always eye candy but for tonight he was your eye candy. Luke opened the door for you and offered you his hand helping you to get out of the limousine. You smiled brightly at him, happy to see him again. How could he look better every time you met him? He looked dashing in his tailored suit. Did his tie have the exact same colour as your evening gown? You found his attention to detail remarkable and adorable. What a man. What a wonderful, attentive man. Why wasn't he already taken? There must be a woman who would appreciate and want to be with a man like him.
Loki helped you to get out of the limousine and the first thing he saw were your beautiful legs and the elegant golden high heel sandals with the delicate straps on your feet. When you had left the car completely he smiled lovingly at you. You were wearing it, the evening gown he had chosen for you and you had no idea how happy you were making him. The evening gown hugged every curve of yours perfectly and the strong updo allowed an excellent view of your smooth neck and nearly bare back. You were so damn beautiful, and for tonight you were his and nobody would take you away from him.
“Good evening, Sugar. You look stunning in that dress. Absolutely gorgeous,” he gushed, one hand still hidden behind his back.
“And you look very dapper in your black suit. You're such a handsome man, Luke. And I like your tie, it looks gorgeous. I'm so happy to see you,” you complimented him.
“I hope I didn't overstep a boundary by sending you the evening gown. I just thought you might like it. Thank you for wearing it tonight. I feel extremely honoured,” and a hint of shyness appeared on his face.
“You didn't overstep, Luke. The dress is fantastic and I love it. It's perfect. You have an excellent taste for fashion. I don't deserve such a generous gift and I appreciate it. And also thanks for your lovely letter and I can assure you, I'm not mad at you. How could I, you don't owe me any excuse,” you explained to him sincerely.
His answer was a thankful smile and then he gave you what he had hidden behind his back. A little bouquet of multi-coloured wildflowers, tied together with a small green ribbon.
“Oh my god, Luke! Thank you! Thank you so much…how beautiful,” and your eyes teared up. You've gotten a lot of bouquets from some of your clients but none of them compared to this one. You never got a bouquet as pretty as this. You were sure he had poured his heart into it.
“Did you pick the flowers yourself?”, and you caressed the flowers.
“I did. I collected them in Morris Canal Park. I hope you like them,” he told you and you recognised a bit of shyness in his gaze.
“No man had ever done this for me. Thank you, Luke,” you whispered and pressed the flowers gently to your cleavage. You wanted to hug him but you didn't dare do it.
“It's nothing special but I…”
“Don't underestimate the beauty of self-picked flowers…and they are special. They're special to me because they're from you and I love them,” you interrupted him. You didn't want the flowers to wither and so you gave them to Walker who promised you to take care of them.
Loki felt like a little boy, trying to impress his first crush. He had never expected this cute reaction. He could've impressed you with a giant bouquet of roses but it seemed you appreciated the wildflowers more than any rose or lily he could've bought for you. You were amazing. How could you still be without a loving man by your side? You were so adorable… and naughty as well. A perfect combination.
“Shall we go in?” and as the gentleman he was, he offered you his arm.
“Yes, I'd love that!” and you two entered the location.
Loki introduced you to some of his business partners and finally, he wanted to introduce you to the host of the evening, Mr.Smith, who was still in a conversation. But he had already made eye contact with you. And then you understood what Rhea meant when she said, he's an attractive man. He wasn't a classic beautiful man but he definitely had an extremely charming aura. Almost as tall as Luke, he was lean but bulkier, had dark blonde hair and a sly smile which gave him something boyish and devious but in a very sympathetic way. His green deep-set eyes were sparkling with mischief and fun, and they had nearly the same stare as Luke's. The way he moved, spoke and behaved could captivate everyone under his spell. His elegant black tux and black bow tie perfectly rounded up his impressive appearance. You were sure a lot of women wouldn't say ‘no’ to him and your gaze wandered to an Indian beauty in an amazing black lehenga dress. This absolutely beautiful and elegant three-piece ensemble consisted of the actual lehenga, a long ankle-length and voluminous skirt, embellished with golden intricate embroidery, the choli, a well-fitted blouse top which emphasized her perfectly formed torso and the dupatta, a scarf which she had draped around her stunning outfit. Her waist-length and nearly black hair shimmered like black velvet and cascaded over her back, her big and sparkling dark-brown eyes were the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. She was such a stunning eye-catcher and you didn't miss how Mr Smith looked at her from time to time. You knew that kind of gaze very well, not just from your clients and every time their gazes met, they both quickly looked away. It was kind of adorable. One might think he was totally smitten by the Indian beauty and nobody could blame him for this, she was one of the most beautiful women at tonight's gala.
“I don't like the way he looks at you,” Loki growled quietly.
“Do I hear some jealousy in your voice, Mr.Larsson?” you teased him. You didn't want to annoy him, you just wanted to see his reaction. You didn't want him to fall in love with you, he paid for your company but nonetheless you wanted him to desire you. You knew that was weird but tonight you were just his, and he was just yours, right?
“What? No, of course not! You're my escort, not my wife,” he frowned, pressing his lips firmly together, his jaw clenching.
“No, I'm not your wife. A pity, actually,” you teased him further and he side-eyed you, the expression on his face unreadable.
At this moment Mr Smith ended his conversation and came over to you two.
“What a beautiful sight at my friend's side… good evening, Miss…?
“...Black, I'm Miss Black,” you greeted him and he took your hand in his and gave a brief kiss to your knuckles.
“You look gorgeous, Miss Black, a further sparkling diamond at my party,” his deep-settled eyes staring flirtatious into yours and a sexy smile curved one corner of his mouth. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter, who passed by with a tablet of filled champagne glasses, and gave it to you.
“Thank you for completing me, Mr Smith,” and you took the offered glass of champagne from his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded tantalizingly and held his gaze.
“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Black and I hope you enjoy the evening. Eat, drink, dance and have fun,” he encouraged you and he turned towards Loki. Mr.Smith was such a player, a sexy lad, you've already sensed that.
“Luke, my old friend, what a pleasure to have you here. I hope you enjoy the evening,” and he shook Loki's hand and placed his other hand amicably on Loki's shoulder.
“Matt, it is a pleasure to meet you, as always and thank you for the invitation," he answered, slightly annoyed and both appraisingly staring into each other's eyes. After a short conversation, Mr.Smith left to order a drink for himself at the bar.
You sensed the tension in Luke's shoulders and you suppressed a grin. He was a bit possessive over you, wasn't he? Since you worked as an escort lady, you were used to a man’s behaviour like Mr.Smith’s. You did everything to get these reactions, through clothes, style, and attitude because every man you saw could become your client. But all of this was a costume, a mask. That wasn't you. Luke would never want you or even like the woman and her problems, who were hidden behind that mask. The woman behind all the makeup and the dark-red lipstick. The woman who called herself ‘Sugar’.
“He was just being polite, and there's nothing wrong about it. He's interested in someone else so, relax Luke, he really was just being nice,” and he side-eyed you again, with raised eyebrows.
He was just being nice? Interested in someone else? You were a head-turner, an eye-catcher tonight and he just saw this guy lustfully staring at you and the only thing he could think about was that no man should ever chase after a girl on a friend’s turf. He saw you taking a sip of champagne, turning your head and grinning at him.
Between the main courses and the serving of the desserts was a pause so that everyone could take a short walk, have some drinks at the bar or enter the dance floor. Shortly before Loki wanted to ask you to dance with him, Mr.Smith came back to you, a glass of bourbon in his hand. With the biggest mischievous smirk on his face, he addressed Loki with a question.
“Would you allow me to dance with your charming companion?”
“You don't have to ask me. You have to ask the lady,” he said to Matt, giving him a fake smile.
“I think I should allow our host of the evening to dance with me, shouldn't I, Luke?” and Mr.Smith took you by your hand.
You would never understand why you had fun annoying Luke and where your self-confidence came from. Why did you want to provoke a reaction from him? And what kind of reaction did you expect? You didn't understand yourself anymore. Did you expect him to fight for his right to dance with you because he paid you for your company? You knew that Mr Smith just wanted to provoke a reaction from that gorgeous-looking Indian lady his eyes had been glued to for over several hours now. He couldn't fool you.
“I'm on to you, Mr. Smith but…Let's play a little game," you said to him while he led you to the dance floor. “But don't you dare play with her, she likes you,” you warned him.
“What do you mean, Miss Black?” He tried to play ignorant.
“Mr.Smith, don't fool me. I just dance with you when you spend the rest of the evening with her and dance with her only,” you answered demandingly, smiling at him.
“Her? Who is ‘her’?”
“The beautiful lady in the black lehenga.”
“I don't dare ask her. I'm sure she doesn't find me pretty enough, not good enough for her.”
“Then you probably should stop eye-fucking each other all evening… it's pretty obvious that you like her… and she likes you,” and you sensed he felt caught.
“Likewise,” he mocked you, "Mr Larsson is eye-fucking you as well, so… you two are not any better than us. It's obvious how possessive he's over you,” and he crowned his statement with a smug smile.
“I see we're speaking the same language, Mr.Smith. Get your girl, she likes you more than you think and believe me, you are very attractive and charming,” you tried to convince him.
“Thank you for saying that, you're very kind...And you go and get your man before he combusts with jealousy… he's addicted to you. And by the way, call me Matt.”
Before you could answer anything the music started to play and Matt began to dance with you.
“You're not his girlfriend, are you?” And he twirled you around.
“What makes you think I'm not?” you asked when you faced him again.
“Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful and charming but he's more the type for fake dating, he never wants to be connected to someone or be close to someone, nonetheless…,” you danced several steps away from him and twirled back into his arm, “…he's undressing you with his eyes,” and he twirled you around again and when you danced face to face again, he held you by your midriff, swaying to the rhythm.
“Why does it bother you? You should mind your own business, Matt. And to be very clear, I'll never date you, it'll always be him and you better take care of the Indian beauty over there. You should really ask her to dance with you … I'm not the one that you want,” you said kindly.
“Yeah, you might be right. I think if Luke is addicted to your personality and not just your body, then he may be falling for you.”
“I think we shouldn't play cruel games with them. We both have what we want, both are furious with jealousy. We should redeem them from their suffering, shouldn't we?” you suggested.
“You're an amazing woman, Miss Black, no man can fool you, indeed.”
“Not in this case, I guess, and… you can call me Candy,” you responded and with that the song ended, your dance was over and you both left the dance floor, walking towards Loki who was waiting for you with an annoyed expression on his face.
That was it. That was the reason why he hated it that you worked as an escort. Other men touching you, lustfully looking at you, dancing with you the tantalizing way Matt just did… This guy was too close, his hand too low on your back, his gaze at you too intimate. Loki fumed with jealousy. All those men didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve you either but he must do something to get you out of the escort business and he better not run out of ideas.
“Thank you for this nice conversation and the dance, Matt,” you thanked him with a bright smile.
“The pleasure was all mine, Candy. Thank you very much for telling me about your opinion and enjoy the rest of the evening.” Loki looked unbelievingly back and forth between you two, frowning.
“Relax, mate, she talked about you only,” Matt said to Loki, patted his shoulder and walked over to the bar.
“Candy? What?” Loki was confused.
“It's my second name, don't think about it further…oh and you can relax, Matt is off the market, he's no competition for you. He never was,” you smiled defiantly at him, clearly feeling the tension in his body. When the next song started, you saw Matt entering the dance floor with the Indian lady. ‘What a beautiful couple,’ you thought and smiled.
You could be such a bratty girl. You did it on purpose, didn't you? You had forbidden him to fall in love with you but you didn't hesitate to tease him like this? Maybe he should give you a proper and all-devouring kiss, here and now so that you and everyone else know, you belong to him. No, no he should not do that. You didn't belong to him. You were your own person and you could do whatever you wanted to do. But he had enough. He grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you with him into an undisturbed, dark corner and pressed you with his whole body against the wall, breathing heavily.
“What are you thinking you're doing here, hm? Teasing me like that, here in public? Want me to fuck against the wall? Now? Hard, quick, deep?”
“Maybe? You wanted to show me pleasure…”
“You're such a tease. You in that dress… have you any idea what you're doing to me?”
“You wanted me to wear it…”
“Oh yes, because I knew how amazingly sexy you would look in it. And I wanted you to be one of the most gorgeous-looking women tonight because you deserve it. And I'm proud to be the man by your side,” he growled softly.
“Why didn't you want to dance with me? You let him dance with me but don't demand your right to a dance from me? You pay for me and my services. Why don't you force me to do my job?” you asked him quietly, still caged between him and the wall.
“I don't chase, I attract and to make myself very clear, I won't force you to do anything!” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures, dryer than gin.
“And believe me, Sugar, the kind of dance I'm thinking of, is not meant for the dance floor. All you have to do is ask me.”
“You can ask me the same question, I'm your escort, you pay for me, you can possibly demand it from me,” you provoked him further, a tantalizing smile on your lips.
“I'd never do that. I'd never force you. I'm still not sure if you want to do it at all so you'll have to be the one to ask!”
There it was again. He tried to give you the feeling that you were the centre of everything, that he was there to please you, not the other way around. You grabbed his tie and pulled his face closer to yours.
“I want to sleep with you, I want to make it up to you, I want to erase my mistake. I want you to play with me. And I want to try new things,” you whispered, your lips slightly brushing his earlobe, making him shiver. “Play with me, I allow you to kiss my whole body, if you want to, except my face,” you offered him sweetly.
“So you allow me to play with you? Are you sure?”
“Yes, show me pleasure, Luke. Show me how to give in to you, show me how to do it right. I won't disappoint you again,” you promised him.
“I'll do whatever you want and whatever you allow me to do. You won't regret it and believe me, you did nothing wrong or disappointed me,” and he pressed a gentle kiss on the soft flesh of your throat, his hand caressing the part of your naked thigh where the gown had the slit. Your hands clasped his shoulders and you felt his muscles tensing. You lifted the leg he was caressing and hooked it around his waist. He immediately pressed his hips against your throbbing core and you felt his cock hardening.
“We should stop doing this, Luke. We don't want to cause attention, do we? We should continue our ‘dance’ in the hotel suite later,” you moaned faintly.
“You have a valid point there. I don't want anyone to look at you while I tear you apart,” and he gave your butt a gentle squeeze. You felt so good in his arms, too good.
You giggled like a schoolgirl and loosened yourself from his lustful grip, took him by his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. It felt so familiar as if he were your lover, not your client.
“Let's get something to drink. And I need to sit down somewhere…my feet…”
“…are killing you. The little beasts, right?”
“Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't complain so much.”
“It's alright, sweet thing. We'll drink something and you can put your aching feet on my thighs if you want… underneath the table, of course. No one has to see it,” and he winked at you.
“You're adorable, Luke. I don't deserve it. Come, I need a cool beverage now… and…”
“…a dessert, yeah. I already know that. Sometimes I think it's the only reason why you escort me to dinner events,” he joked and teased you and he got a heartwarming laughter from you. You were so devastatingly beautiful when you were laughing. He shouldn't allow himself the feeling but you grew on him more and more.
“You might be right, Mr.Larsson,” was the only thing you could answer him. Desserts were definitely your weakness.
On your way to the dining area, you saw Matt and his beautiful Indian lady heavily making out in another dark corner of the location, both completely melting into each other's arms and forgetting the world around them.
“Shhhh,” you gestured to Luke, “we don't want to disturb them” and you both sneaked silently past them. You couldn't deny that you wouldn't mind Luke Larsson kissing you the same way Matt kissed his girl but unfortunately … you'd never kiss a client.
“I don't like desserts. I don't have a sweet tooth.” Loki complained when you both sat at a dining table to eat some dessert, sitting opposite to each other.
“Who doesn't like desserts? I still don't get it. It's the best thing about a meal. The culmination of every menu… sweet and a melting pleasure on the tongue…,” you gushed.
“I hate it, okay!”
“No, you don't!”
“I do!”
“No, you don't!”
“I do...mpffhh…” and you shoved a spoonful of chocolate mousse with cream into his mouth before he could speak further nonsense. The delightful glance in his eyes when the taste buds of his tongue were pleasantly surprised by the dark chocolate, told you otherwise. A blissful moan rumbled in his throat, making you smile.
“As I said. You don't hate desserts,” you stated knowingly.
“You forced me to eat it!” He frowned and pouted, licking the last droplets of mousse from his lips. “Can I have some more?” He whispered, barely audible to you.
“What did you say?” You mocked him.
“Can I have some more, please?”
“I'm sorry, it was the last one on the buffet… Well, you shouldn't be too disappointed that you can't have more, Luke, because you hate desserts, right?” A mischievous grin curved your lips.
“Hm!” He pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to avoid showing his disappointment. “It's not as bad as I thought it would be… but, yeah you're right. I still hate it.”
You chuckled silently and recognised how cute he was at that moment. Trying hard to hold on to his opinion about desserts and not to show you how much he truly liked it after tasting it. Gosh, he was so adorable.
“You can tell me that you've changed your opinion about desserts. It's nothing to be ashamed of. And we can share my chocolate mousse if you want,” you told him softly.
“I appreciate it, Sugar, thanks. Enjoy your chocolate mousse. Come, place your foot on my thigh, sweet thing,” and you did.
Loki opened the straps of your sandal, took it off your foot, placed it on the free chair next to him and began to massage your aching foot and the toes tenderly but with the right amount of gentle pressure.
“Gosh, that feels so good,” you sighed blissfully and enjoyed his tender hand kneading your foot for several minutes.
“Now the other foot,” he said and gave it the same attention and care as he did with your other foot. You moaned blissfully again and the way Luke glanced at you was arousing you. When his fingers massaged around your ankle, you jumped at the opportunity rubbing your foot over his crotch and you felt him getting hard. You looked enticing at him and his pupils dilated with arising lust.
“You're such a bratty girl,” and he pressed a thumb into your bunion, hitting the right spot. You hissed lustfully and a dull throb in your core made you feel all giddy.
“Shall we leave for the hotel?” You asked him and he just nodded. He came over to you and gave you your shoes and when you put the first sandal on he bent down on one knee and fastened the straps.
“Luke, please, get up. I can do this on my own,” you begged him vehemently. He wasn't your servant and he certainly did not have to do this.
“You wear this torturous footwear for me so helping you with your shoes is a bare minimum,” he declared.
You stood up from your chair and stood close to him. He leaned into you and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your cheek gently touched his cheek when you whispered a soft “Thank you” into his ear.
Your closeness and your scent intoxicated him. His one hand wrapped automatically around your middle and pulled you closer to him. The way you gave in to his movement without any hesitation came so naturally that he immediately felt wanted. He couldn't believe that you were just pretending to want him. But it was maybe just your art of seduction and your magic allure that blurred his mind and made him succumb to you.
When you arrived at the hotel and finally in the same suite as the last time, you both didn't waste any time. You quickly prepared the things you needed to be prepared and put your kimono and a lace bra on the backrest of the chair. The purpose of being here again was more than clear. Loki took his jacket off, as well as the waistcoat and the tie. He would need the tie later. He opened his shirt completely but let the hem stay in the waistband of his trousers. He took a seat in the armchair and spread his long legs wide.
You stood opposite him, getting off of your high-heeled sandals and watching him getting partly undressed and taking a seat in the leather armchair, his shirt completely open. Every muscle in his arms and thighs and torso was flexing and relaxing while doing it and it sent a shiver down your spine and directly to your cunt. When there was one thing you hated, that disgusted you to the core, it was men sitting with wide-spread legs. Normally it disgusted you but Loki doing it did something to you, you had never expected. It aroused you, you wanted to sit on his lap or … humping one of his beautiful, muscled thighs. God, if you didn't shove those thoughts away immediately you would've turned into a wanton whore sooner than you thought. Nonetheless, you couldn't stop staring at his prominent bulge. This man was too sexy. His whole body screamed sex.
“Do you like what you see?" he teased you, an arrogant grin on his face while slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
"W…what?"
“I asked, do you like what you see?” And he placed his now bare forearms on the armrest of the armchair again, his long fingers curling around the ends.
“I hate it when a guy sits like a man whore.” Loki chuckled darkly, smugness written all over his face.
“You like it!”
“I hate it,” you murmured.
“Liar! Come here, Sugar!” Loki pronounced every single word, his voice deep and rich.
You looked at him and a smirk appeared at the corner of your mouth. You shook your head lightly and rolled your eyes. You wanted him to play with you and the game had already started. You both were all in.
“Come.Here.” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures. Harsh, cold as if he could freeze the whole room into an ice cave.
A shiver ran down your spine again and you obeyed. You walked slowly toward him until you stood between his spread thighs. You stared down at him, his ocean-blue eyes glancing up and down between your eyes, your lips and your cleavage. You wanted to be cool and collected but you couldn't help the wetness between your thighs drenching your lace underwear. Why was he able to cause such arousal in your body? It was just sex. A sex appointment. A date, set by your escort agency. A consensual sex date to get some steam off. Just a natural need that you and he wanted to satisfy.
“Strip off your dress,” he commanded seductively.
You obeyed again. You loved to be told what to do next. Since when? You reached behind your back to pull the zipper down but had some struggle finding it.
“Could you please unzip me?” And you slowly turned around. You couldn't see him but you felt his gaze wandering up to your shoulders and down to your buttocks where his eyes remained for a moment.
He could smell you. The subtle scent of your perfume, the natural scent of your skin and the heavy, beguiling scent of your arousal.
“You're outrageously beautiful, Sugar,” he murmured and pulled your zipper slowly down. It was the most arousing sound you had heard for a long time. He was so close to you and you felt his breath fanning over your skin. You let your green dream of a dress slide down your shoulders and it pooled around your ankles and you stepped out of it, kicking it carefully aside.
Slowly he let his hands slide over your shoulders and flanks to your front and cupped your naked breasts carefully, teasing your nipples with his thumbs, making you sigh and moan. A warm tingling rushed through your veins but a coolness rushed over your skin as if a god would touch a mortal to make said mortal shiver in submission.
“Get your bra,” he whispered to your ear, nibbling at the soft skin of your neck. You did as he told you and he took the flimsy lace bra from your hand, put it on you, and closed the clasp of your bra. From the last time, he remembered that you felt better leaving your bra on. And he wanted you to feel comfortable.
“Am I still allowed to play with you?” He asked quietly.
“Yes, yes you are,” you whispered and turned around to face him.
Loki made some steps backwards, sat down again in the leather armchair, leaned back and spread his long legs wide.
Loki's heartbeat quickened and his mouth watered when he saw you in your tantalizing black lingerie. The flimsy lace bra emphasized your cleavage and cupped your breasts perfectly. Your peaked rosy nipples were on display for him through the transparent lace and he felt his cock throbbing with anticipation. He was on edge and he would've loved to take you instantly, roughly, thrusting his cock deep inside of you until you were a dripping mess, screaming his name. But he wanted to take his time with you, enjoy you, seduce you slowly till you were begging him to fuck you. And he would make sure you never needed to fake an orgasm again. With him, every orgasm of yours would be a real one. He would take good care of it and he wanted you to enjoy it to the fullest without feeling ashamed or bad.
“How do you want me?” You asked him softly, your lips slightly parted. Your plump lips drove him crazy. He wished he were allowed to kiss these beautiful lips of yours. He could just imagine how deliciously they must taste.
“I want you to suck my dick. I want you to suck and lick it extensively,” he demanded, testing you. How far would you allow him to go? The imagination alone of your lips wrapped around his cock made him harden.
“Okay. But you won't cum in my mouth. I don't like swallowing your sperm. You can cum over my breasts…and don't hit my face!”
“With that I can deal,” Loki answered darkly.
You didn't like sucking cock at all and the last time you completely ruled it out. Not to talk about swallowing sperm. But it seemed possible to suck him, this handsome guy and you wondered why. You told him you wanted to try new things and so you wanted to give it a try.
You knelt between his thighs, unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. You reached into his briefs and pulled out his dick along with his balls. Loki moaned quietly and you could just let out a small gasp when you saw his erection. You saw his cock for the first time tonight because the first time when he slept with you, he had blindfolded you before he got rid of his clothes. Loki was a bit bigger down there than the other men you had had sex with. And his cock was… beautiful, pretty even. Perfectly formed in length and thickness, his tip swollen and leaking pre-cum, the veins on the underside pulsating in anticipation, his balls heavy and hot. Your mouth watered and you couldn't wait to suckle him. You had never expected to think about a guy's cock like you did right here and now.
“Am I allowed to place my hands on your thighs?”
Loki hesitated for a moment before he permitted you to do so. If he lost control, nothing would be noticeable there for you. And he still wasn't sure if he was able to stand your touch. But he gave it a try.
“Yes,” he moaned, and you placed your hands there.
You lowered your head and licked a stripe from base to tip. Torturously slow. Once, twice, then you took his cock head gently into your mouth and let your tongue swirl over and around his sensitive tip. You released him with a plop and licked your lips. He tasted so good. Sweet and salty and you craved for more. You gave him a devouring look and turned your attention to his balls. With your hand, you gave him light strokes while you kissed and sucked his balls and when you bit them gently, Loki whimpered loudly. His cock got rock-hard, aching for your warm mouth. How could he even get harder than he already was?
His scent intoxicated you. The smell of musk and the natural scent of his skin, manly and heavy, awoke a kind of lust in your body that you didn't know you had inside of you. Unbridled, initial desire. You were dripping wet and you weren't sure if you were already soaking the floor with your juices.
His breathing became heavier, filled with whimpers and moans. Loki was so turned on that he nearly forgot to blindfold you.
“Should we get you more comfortable, Luke? Lift your ass for me,” you asked him quietly and pulled his trousers and his briefs completely down and took them off completely. While his ass wasn't placed back on the armchair again you took the chance and you caressed his buttocks and kneaded them firmly. Loki sat down again but now he rather laid in the armchair than sit on it so you were able to continue cupping his ass cheeks in your hands and kneading them tenderly. You started to lick his cock again and he gently blindfolded you with his tie.
You flattened your tongue and licked his tip like a popsicle, stimulating his frenulum tenderly but firmly, testing the waters of what he might like. You didn't want to hurt him. Your one hand fondled his balls, carefully and tenderly scratching over the skin. Loki moaned and sighed heavily, writhing under your merciless but delicious torture. You took his unbelievingly hard cock into your mouth again, hollowed your cheeks and started to suck the life out of him.
“Fuck…Sugar I can't…I can't take it…much longer,” he whimpered.
You sped up your pace, your head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking and licking him until his eyes fluttered shut, his head leaning back against the armchair's backrest, his fingers clawing into the armrest. You felt him tensing up and shivers ran through his body and you were sure he would come soon. His arousal and writhing and the way he allowed you to own him in this moment made your cunt throbbing and dripping with need. You wanted to get off as well, you never felt so needy before. Never before was any other man able to do this to you.
“I'm…fuck…I'm coming…fuck…,” and he withdrew his cock from your mouth instantly, grabbed his cock and stroked himself two more times. The coil in his lower abdomen snapped and a mind-blowing orgasm washed over him, and he ejaculated in thick ropes all over your breasts. The sight of you blindfolded and letting him come all over your precious bosom doubled his satisfaction.
“Luke…please…” You didn't know what you were begging for but the feeling of his warm sperm running down your cleavage made your head spin. You still knelt between his legs, still blindfolded and dying because of arousal, your clit throbbing and yearning for attention. Loki came slowly down from his high, his cock still hard.
“Come here sweet thing,” and he grabbed you carefully by your upper arms and pulled you onto his lap.
“You took me so well, you're talented, sweet thing. You know exactly what you do, don't you? And now you will get off on my thigh, sweet girl. Want to ride my thigh, hm? Rub your needy clit over my leg and drench me with your arousal. Come, sweet thing, drive me wild…” he moaned lasciviously, guiding your hips when you began to gyrate them back and forth to get the friction to work yourself to much-needed relief. You placed your hands on the backrest of the armchair, your forehead close to his. You felt the warmth of an orgasm rising in your stomach and you moaned and whimpered breathlessly. It felt heavenly, he felt heavenly. And these feelings were all you had because you were still blindfolded. You were already on edge when Loki took one of your peaked nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping it through the thin lace of your bra.
“Oh god…please…” you moaned. You needed to cum. Now. But Loki stopped your gyrating movements by holding your hips firmly.
“You will come around my cock, sweet thing. No fake orgasm this time, Sugar!”
“Close…I'm so close…please…”
“I know, I'll let you cum, be patient, sweet thing and don't move,” and you heard how he unfoiled a condom. Mere seconds later he lifted you from his thigh, shoved your lace thong aside and slid you carefully down onto his fully erect length, giving you enough time to accommodate his cock and get adjusted to him. He didn't want to hurt you. He would never forgive himself if he would cause you any kind of pain. You whimpered because of how deliciously he stretched and filled you and you were still in desperate need to cum.
“Are you okay, Sugar?” He asked quietly and concernedly. “Can I move?”
“Yes …yes please, I need you,” you answered desperately.
“Good girl, taking me so well. Fuck… you're so pretty…so tight…you've such a pretty cunt.”
Loki guided your movements, made you hop up and down and when you both had found a comfortable rhythm he thrust firmly upwards, faster, deeper, hitting your inner spot at a perfect angle. He took your nipple in his mouth again, nipping, sucking and licking it until it couldn't get any harder and changed to your other breast to torture that nipple in the same delicious way. At this point, you were a moaning, whimpering mess. You felt his cock throbbing inside of you, every vein and ridge massaging you straight towards your climax. It had never felt that good.
“Cum, cum all over my cock, show me how much you want it, Sugar. Scream for me!” And his one hand reached down to your throbbing clit and he pinched and rubbed your swollen bud purposefully. His thrusts became sloppier, he felt his own orgasm rising and he rubbed your clit faster than before.
“Cum…fuck…cum for me…now…” and right on cue you exploded. Your orgasm was intense and not only your cunt but also your whole body was convulsing and shaking and your toes curling.
“Good girl…you're such a…good girl.” Loki's abdominal muscles tensed up, his body shaking when he felt your walls clenching around his cock and it made him orgasm harder than before. You collapsed against each other, bathing in post-orgasmic bliss. This time you didn't fake it. This time you truly had an orgasm and it felt good, so damn good. For both of you.
When you came down from your highs you both chuckled in unison and Loki removed the blindfold from your eyes. They needed a moment to adjust to the dimmed lights of the hotel room again and you could swear there was a light shimmer of blue on Loki's skin. But then you were sure you had just imagined it and blamed the blindfolding for it.
“I'm sorry. I made a big mess out of you,” Loki chuckled.
“Don't worry about it, Luke Larsson. I'll take a shower after you've left. But we still have some time until midnight.” You released his cock, stood up from his lap and you instantly missed the warm feeling of him inside of you. You were still a little weak in your knees.
“Did you enjoy it this time, Sugar?” Loki asked you softly.
“The more important thing is you enjoyed it,” you answered him smilingly.
“That's not the answer to my question, sweets.”
“Why do men always need the confirmation that they were good and are a grenade in the bedroom department?” You contered sarcastically.
“That wasn't my question either. I don't need confirmation that…”
“You're being very self-confident, aren't you? Do we have a god-complex, Mr.Larsson?”
“Why do you have to destroy it, Sugar? I just wanted to know if you enjoyed it and if you're okay.” Loki sounded disappointed and sad and you instantly regretted your rude answer and your behaviour genuinely. You were afraid of your feelings again. You saw him heading for the bathroom and heard him opening the faucet of the sink. You followed him. He was cleaning himself, tossing the condom into the bin and preparing a washcloth with warm water. You stood next to him, facing him in the mirror.
“I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't intend to be mean. I did enjoy it. It felt good, really. I'm just not used to getting so much attention and care afterwards, you know. But please, Luke…don't catch feelings for me. I'm just your escort.” You smiled mildly at him. Your heart clenched when you saw how sad he looked at you. You liked him more than you were ready to admit.
“No worries about that. I won't catch feelings for you, Sugar.” A lie, a perfect lie from a perfect liar. That was what he always has been and always will be, a liar.
“I just wanted you to feel comfortable around me.” And he turned towards you, the washcloth in his hand. You wanted to take it out of his hand to clean your cleavage and stomach from his now sticky seed but he didn't give it to you.
“Let me do this, sweet thing. It's the one thing I'd like to do for you,” and he began to gently clean you. His actions were so soft and caring. You wished you could have this tenderness every day. But not with anyone, no, it had to be him.
'Don't fall in love with him, just don't, you foolish girl' you cursed inwardly.
“I destroyed your lingerie. I'm sorry for that. You looked so tempting and sexy in it, and it was wonderful to have sex with you dressed in this hot lace.”
“A bit kinky, hmm? Lingerie, a blindfold, commanding me…” you stated and smiled.
“Watch your mouth, sweet thing. Don't be a brat.”
“What if I'm bratty? Will you punish me next time?”
You both chuckled and looked into each other's eyes. There weren't only mischievous and lusty thoughts. There was something else. Sympathy, harmony, trust. You two didn't know how or why but you felt drawn to each other.
“Well, the biggest mess got cleaned,” Loki said after he finally cleaned you from his seed and smiled at you.
“Thank you! That was very sweet and thoughtful of you,” you said gratefully.
“My pleasure!" He answered with his deep voice, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. You wished you had a boyfriend like him. Attentive, affectionate and gentle. And not only in a sexual way. With a boyfriend like him, you surely haven't ended up here, as an escort with a man you liked more than you were allowed to like, not to talk about you weren't allowed to fall in love with. You made these rules yourself and you would never break them. Anyway, a man like him would never want to have someone like you as his partner in life. Why should he choose you when he could have any other woman who was smarter, more beautiful and more decent than you? Under different circumstances, you two might have had a chance but now your life was fucked up. You wished you would've met him before you became an escort but it was what it was and you couldn't turn back the time.
You walked back to the main room, took on your kimono and climbed into the bed. You curled up on one side and pulled the duvet over you.
“Are you okay, sweet thing?” Loki asked you softly when he found you lying in bed under the sheets when he returned to the main room as well, dressed in his briefs and his open shirt.
“Mhmh…,” you murmured sleepily. “I'm just tired.”
Loki climbed onto the bed, leaning his torso against the cushions on the headboard. You looked so innocent and cute with your head snuggled deeply into the fluffy pillows. He watched you dozing and he smiled lovingly at you.
“I'll stay until midnight if it's okay for you,” he whispered and you nodded slightly. It made him smile again. He hated cuddling after sex and cuddling without sex even more. But suddenly you came closer and in your sleepy state you draped your leg over his, curled your hand around his waist and your head snuggled into his chest as if he was a damn comfy pillow or a plushie. A sugar angel sleeping in the arms of a monster. He shouldn't enjoy it. He shouldn't touch you. His hands were the hands of a killer, a liar. Hands that fit easily around a gun or a neck. He shouldn't hold a precious woman like you in his embrace.
He wrapped his arm tightly around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You must've fallen asleep, your breathing became calm and deep. You felt so soft and warm and good in his arms and he stole a little kiss by pressing his lips softly on the top of your head. It wasn't a direct part of your face, was it? He closed his eyes for just one short moment because he had to leave soon but he wanted to enjoy every minute he had with you. Maybe aftercare wasn't as bad as he probably thought.
A loud banging at the hotel suite’s door and a loud man’s voice woke him up.
“Sugar? Sugar!” The banging became more violent. “Sugar, are you okay? Sugar, open the door, if not I'll have to break down the door.” It was Walker, deeply concerned because you hadn't been back by the limousine right in time. You also hadn't sent an emergency message. Loki shook you awake when he got aware that you both had fallen asleep.
“Sugar, wake up, Sugar…,” Loki tried to wake you up.
“I'm so tired…I just want…to sleep. Just… a few minutes…just a bit longer…,” you murmured, still sleepy when you heard the banging at the door.
“Sugar, I break the door open! Now!”
All of a sudden you were wide awake. You jumped out of the bed and ran to the door hurriedly. You flung the door open right in time before Walker would break it down.
“I'm okay, Walker, I'm okay,” you gasped in shock, breathing heavily. “Everything is fine,” you told Walker, appeasing.
“Are you sure?” Walker asked concernedly. He peeked into the suite and saw Loki getting dressed.
“Yes, I'm absolutely sure, Walker. I'm so sorry for frightening you but…we…we fell asleep. Mr.Larsson did nothing wrong, I assure you, he behaved decently,” you told Walker and he trusted you. You'd tell him if there was anything that wasn't okay for you. “Please give us a few minutes, we will just get ready,” you asked him.
“Okay, I'll wait for you by the limousine,” Walker answered, throwing a warning look at Loki, who didn't show any reaction towards Walker. You nodded once at Walker and closed the door, leaning against it and taking a deep breath.
“Didn't you tell me, you don't do aftercare?” you questioned Luke teasingly and slightly laughing.
“I did.”
“Do you know what it's called what you did for me in the bathroom and by lying in bed with me sleeping?”
Loki buttoned his shirt upwards, leaving the last three open, buckled his belt, put his waistcoat on, slid into his shoes and looked smilingly at you.
“You tell me,” he asked you and grabbed his jacket from the sofa and his tie from the armchair and draped them over his arm.
“The loveliest aftercare I've ever gotten. Thank you, Luke… also for this wonderful evening, the dress and…”
Loki walked towards you and cupped your head gently between his large hands. They were so soft and felt comfortably cool on your warm skin, that you had to suppress a shiver. He leaned down and pressed a tender, featherlight kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes.
“No, Luke, please…please don't do that …,” you whispered with teary eyes.
“I know I'm not allowed to kiss your pretty face but I care about you and I want you to know that. I know you could call Walker immediately and tell him to beat me up and throw me out… but it's worth the risk.”
He leaned his forehead slightly against yours and his warm breath fanned over your face. And there it was again. The spicy aroma of something you couldn't specify mixed with his comforting scent of fresh cotton, sandalwood and orange blossoms.
“I just hope that all the other men you meet handle you with all the respect and care you deserve. Thank you for this wonderful evening and night, sweet thing. It was such a pleasure. I felt very comfortable with you. When can we meet again? What about tomorrow?” Loki asked, his voice dark and smooth. He was a picture of pure elegance and arrogance but also gentleness, and his eyes staring longingly at you while waiting for your answer. Would you ever be able to be without him?
“I'm sorry Luke. I already have appointments for the next three evenings.”
“Okay. Then I call the agency tomorrow and ask for another date with you. A club night? Dinner? Would you like that?” He asked you softly.
“Uh hmmh! Sounds good.” You seemed insecure and indifferent but he didn't ask you further.
“Good night, Sugar and take care of you.”
“Good night, Luke… and sleep well.”
Should you hug him? Should you tell him that he's the only one you were sleeping with? Did he already sense it? He had almost left the suite…
“Luke…”,you stopped him in his actions by calling his name and he turned around, facing you. You ran to him and fiercely flung your arms around his neck which obviously caught him off guard. He hugged you back, not knowing what to say.
“Luke Larsson, you might be the only one I take with me to this suite,” you whispered into his ear and for a brief moment you felt safe in the arms of a man who'll never love you back. “Say something …please say something,” you begged him and let go of him to look into his eyes.
He rubbed a thumb tenderly over your lips, his eyes teary.
“You shouldn't be an escort. You should leave the agency. You're too precious for that business. But if you'd do that, I'd never see you again. So I don't know what I should wish for. You being an escort so that I can still meet you but sharing you with other men or knowing you're safe and protected, away from that business but never be able to see you ever again. It both hurts, Sugar… and I know I've already let you come too close to my heart.”
“I can't quit this job, Luke. And maybe someone like you is the only reason that keeps me going. I'd love to meet you again next week. We could go to a nightclub, it doesn't have to be Vivian's Velvet. You can choose another one and afterwards you can have me again,” you offered him, your voice almost breaking. You better contain yourself and not show him that you don't want to let him go.
“In the beginning that was exactly what I didn't want and somehow you convinced me otherwise. You already know that I want to meet you again next week. You, and you alone decide what you want to do afterwards and please don't feel obliged to sleep with me. But you should also know that I'd never deny you. Good night, sweet thing. Promise me to get dressed now and let Walker drive you home. You need some sleep.”
“Promised,” you nodded. He was right. You were tired beyond belief.
When he finally had left, you opened your hair bun, got dressed in casual clothes and Walker drove you home. The whole time until you arrived at your apartment you held the wildflower bouquet in your hand, thinking of him.
“I'm sorry if I scared you, y/n but I was truly concerned.”
“It's okay, Walker, you just did your job. I should be sorry for frightening you… we just fell asleep, I was so tired.”
“Understandable, you are on the road seven days a week. You should take a break. You won't last forever.”
“I know Walker but I have no other choice,” you sighed.
“There's always a choice, y/n…and Mr Larsson likes you if not more,” and he grinned at you through the rear-view mirror, watching you gently touching the flowers Luke had given to you. You smiled tormented back at him.
“He doesn't know me, it's just my pretty shell he likes.”
“You might underestimate him. Sometimes you just have to ask for help and help will be given to you,” Walker told you wisely. Maybe he was right. If it just were that easy.
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davidlcki · 3 months
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BESTIE BEGGING ON MY KNEES we need more david loki x reader out here 😭😭 maybe some angst/comfort?? ILY
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jealousy
i got two pretty similar requests so i kinda combined these into one! anywho i fucking LIVE for angst, so i had fun writing this! it’s not as angsty as some of the stuff i’ve written, but i hope this lives up to yalls expectations 🙏
pairing: detective david loki x reader
warnings: cussing, arguing, jealousy, drinking, david gets slapped. implied female reader, though it can be read as gn! i think that’s it 😁
summary: david is jealous of a new hire that’s been flirting with you at the precinct.
words: 1,313
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“i’m just saying i don’t like you being all buddy buddy with him.” david’s words shot anger through your veins. he was talking about one of the new hires that you were tasked with showing around the precinct. you were only the receptionist, meaning you had the most spare time to show someone the ropes. you could tell the guy liked you, making a few jokes and letting his eyes linger on you a little longer than they should. this didn’t bother you a bit. you were so smitten with david that no other person would be able to tinge it in even the slightest, so you let it slide and continued on showing him around. in hindsight, you knew this argument was going to happen. you noticed the way david’s jaw clenched as you spoke to the other man, eyes boring holes into the back of his head from his desk, surely imagining a hundred ways to kill him.
“david. i was asked by o’malley to show him the ropes. what am i supposed to do? say no and lose my job?” david shakes his head at your words, sighing heavily.
“no. but you two seemed awful friendly.” his eyes snap over to yours from his place at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hands.
“there’s nothing behind that. i treat him just like any other coworker. you need to get over this jealousy thing, D. don’t you trust me?” you shoot him a glare, annoyed that he was so untrusting of you. you watch as he downs the rest of his whiskey, slamming the glass down a little harder than he should have. he shakes his head in annoyance.
“he was flirting with you.”
“so what? i love you and only you. i’m not going to let some new hire’s shitty flirting change that.”
“you do this on purpose to mess with me, don’t you?” he scoffs, the slightest slur to his words. this is when you realized he was more drunk than you thought.
“jesus. you’re drunk. i’m not doing this with you while you’re fucking drunk.” you turn on your heel, walking from the kitchen. you were hurt. you knew he was the jealous type, but not like this. you hadn’t done more than show the new hire around and share maybe two laughs, but that was enough to send him over the edge. just as you stepped out of the living room and your feet make contact with the soft carpet from your living room, he spoke again.
“do you not love me anymore? that it?” this for you, was your breaking point. you weren’t thinking anymore as you turned and stormed back into the kitchen, getting face to face with loki who stood from his seat as you came over.
“how dare you?” your voice had a shake to it as you point a finger into his chest. “i would take a fucking bullet for you. god, your insecurities are taking over this relationship david! why cant you trust me like i trust you? half the women in the precinct drool over you every day. but see, i TRUST you. why not talk to me instead of drowning your feelings in fucking liquor first?” by the time you finished speaking you realized tears were coming down your cheeks in thick streams. you could tell what you had said got to david deep down, but you also knew how he was after a few drinks. stubborn as all hell. a few beats of silence pass before his brows furrow, eyes hardening ever so slightly, only something you could notice. you grit your teeth, knowing some bullshit was about to leave his lips.
“you gonna leave me over this now so you can go be with that new hire? what’s his fuckin’ name, john? jake? j-” you cut david’s sentence short with a harsh slap to the face. you knew it was wrong, but you were so hot with anger that any rational thought had been thrown out the window. his head snapped to the side, and for a while he stayed that way, pressing his lips into a flat line as he processed what had just happened, surely getting more sober by the minute. you weren’t the type of person to resort to hitting in situations like this, and your actions shocked the both of you. finally, he turned his head back to look at you, eyes widened ever so slightly. your bottom lip quivered, a threat of more tears to come, and you turned to walk towards your front door before he could say much more. you slipped your shoes on, not taking the time to put on a coat even though snow fell lightly from the dark sky. you didn’t know where you were going, but your feet had carried you through winding sidewalks through the little neighborhoods of conyers for at least a few hours. when you were sure you’d get sick from the cold and lack of a coat, you hesitantly came back home.
you pushed your front door open, and david was sitting on the couch, tv off. his head snapped to you instantly, his eyebrows knotted in worry. clearly he’s had time to sober up and reflect. you hardly make eye contact with him, deciding to head to the shower, hoping it would wash all your feelings away. you ignore as he calls your name out, soon drowning any other sound out with the sound of running water from the shower head. you stepped in so hastily you nearly forgot to pull your socks off. for a while you stood under the stream of hot water with your eyes closed, simply daydreaming. you were only snapped out of it by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
“david. just leave me alone.” you sigh. after a few moments of silence, you speak again.
“helloo? are you trying to be mysterious or something?” suddenly, david pulled the shower curtain back, not hesitating to step into the shower with you. he was still fully clothed.
“hey!!!” you shout, staring at him wide eyed, though a smile was tugging at your lips at the insanity of it all. “D, you’re still in your clothes!” he only looked at you, a solemn expression on his face.
“i’m sorry.” as he spoke, water from the shower dripped down his face, strands of hair falling out of their usual perfect place. you sigh, running a hand down your face and looking back up at him.
“i just don’t want to lose you. i’m scared.” you could hardly here these words from him as he spoke them so quietly, you nearly had to resort to reading his lips.
“i know. i know. i just wish we could talk about these things before you drink.” your eyes scan his face which remained knotted with worry. you noticed a red mark still remained where you had hit him. you look away for a few beats of silence. “i’m sorry for hitting you. i should have never done that.”
“i deserved it.”
a snort escapes you as you look back at him. “maybe just a little. but it was wrong. so i’m sorry.”
a small smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “i forgive you.” his touch was gentle as he pulled you into his embrace. you wrap your arms around his clothed frame, resting your head against his shoulder and sighing deeply, this time with relief.
“did you really have to get in the shower with your clothes though?”
“i thought it would be good for dramatic effect.” you pull away, looking at david who was smiling much wider at his seemingly great idea to get into the shower fully clothed. you shake your head, pressing your lips against his for a few moments.
“you’re an idiot, loki.”
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lokisprettygirl · 9 months
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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)
Read chapter 30 here/ Series Masterlist
Chapter 31
Summary : You and Loki try to balance your work, love lives and the stubborn jealousy that you feel regarding the female attention he's getting. But you're not the only one who's jealous in this relationship.
Warning: 18+, there's sex, Long chapter, almost 6k words, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), A dose of angst, mention of stalking, Reader has deeply rooted insecurities, but she's also Pms'ing, mention of psychological torture, mention of physical and sexual assault, mention of menstruation, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki, Dalia, Loki showing signs of being a little subby baby
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You were watching Loki get prepped for the press conference that was scheduled for few minutes later, they had straightened his hair, put makeup on him as if he needed it and he was dressed in an posh looking branded suit you didn't care to learn the name of, though you should have, your job was to take care of him in every way. Personally and professionally.
Sexually even, you shouldn't have been thinking about him bending you over the dresser and taking you but he had been such a tease all day long, everytime you two were alone he pulled you in his arms and kissed you so tenderly as he held your cheeks that moments after the kiss was over and other people had rushed into the room you found yourself dazed and confused.
It's been more than two weeks since you had gotten here, and a week since you started to work for him as his assistant. To say that your mother was livid would be a huge understatement, she was angry when you told her that you had a job offer in NYC but she went ballistic when you told her that Loki from Asgard, the guy who terrorized earth was going to be your boss, in her mind he was a criminal and she didn't understand how did you even approach them for the job.
She sent you plenty of videos as a warning of women who had fallen in love with criminals and ruined their lives. He wasn't no killer or a murderer though, he was a man overdriven by betrayal and lies at first and then he was tortured for so long, contrary to what your mother believed he was no psychopath, he felt guilt and remorse, he felt empathy for those who had gotten hurt because of his misdeeds, and he was utterly crazily, obsessively in love with you.
He was also having terrifying dreams of Thanos and he feared that they were not just dreams but a warning for him, he had tried to make these Avengers take him seriously but Tony was the only one who really believed in him, he had seen the impending darkness and the horror when he reached the other side of the portal.
"This is obstructive, loosen it up please" he mumbled as he pulled on his tie but his stylist swatted his hand away and asked him to not mess with it. A woman around your age was doing his makeup and she seemed to touch his face more than she needed to, you didn't blame her, you would have done the same thing but these things often sent you in a bit of a frenzy, you always felt afraid of some other woman catching his eyes.
"Did you memorize your speech?" Dalia asked as soon as she barged in the room,
"What speech?" He joked and she gave him a deathly glare, if she thought Tony was hard to manage, Loki was her living nightmare.
"Okay in ten minutes, we will go out so everyone leave the room and let him relax…chop chop guys" she clapped her hands so everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and hurried out of the room, you got up from your chair as well but then you heard your name
"Y/n?" He called out your name and Dalia turned around as well to look at you,
"Yes sir" you turned to him but his eyes were on Dalia.
"You can leave, I just need to run my speech one more time and require a fresh set of ears" he said to Dalia and she nodded before she walked out and closed the door behind her.
As soon as she was gone he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, you had a pretty formal red dress on and as much as he despised the color he couldn't deny that you looked amazing in everything you wore.
"Don't think I'll get used to you addressing me like that" you chuckled as he mumbled softly before his lips latched onto your neck, you closed your eyes and moaned slightly as he moved up and pressed a kiss on your earlobe
"Are you nervous sir?" You enunciated the term more sensually and he groaned in response but you could tell he was a bit nervous about the conference.
"I despise it that i have to do this all over again"
"I know baby" you spoke softly as you loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button and then fixed the tie back on its place, he didn't need the death grip on his neck.
"Well atleast i have my princess here this time" you smiled as he said that, your arms flung around his shoulders and you pecked on his lips softly.
"You'll do great baby..i believe in you"
"Mmmm thank you..I'd need some assistance after the event" he mumbled in your ears while his hands lowered down from your back to your hips, he gave your cheeks a good squeeze and you couldn't help but moan in response, you were just praying that nobody else will barge in.
"Mmm careful I don't want to wrinkle your clothes"
"You say that as if it's something that can not be fixed by a bit of magic"
"You're so naughty..maybe i should put you in your place after this"
"Norns darling – you have no idea what it does to me" he placed your hand over the bulge on his pants so you gave him a slight stroke. In the last few days you two have been exploring a lot, especially since he showed you his jotun side he had been overly clingy which didn't bother you in the slightest, he didn't transform into his natural form since that night but he had come close often, you knew he was trying hard to allow his other side, his natural side to come out whenever he was around you but it wasn't easy for him at all and you wanted to be patient with him.
You cupped his cheeks and kissed him as lovingly as you could before you pulled away from him.
"Okayyy that is it, you have to go out there in a minute…do your magicky thing" you said to him as you fixed his tie one more time and then his erection was gone.
Once you both entered the auditorium you bumped into Thor so he gave you a smile.
"Soooo how did it go?" You asked him and the blush on his face was enough to give you the answer you anticipated but you still enjoyed teasing him.
"Thank you lady y/n for the motivation and for assuring me that I would be forgiven, she will visit in a week, I'd love for you two to meet" you smiled as he said that. You missed Jane and you were excited to meet her as well.
Everything was going according to the plan, but when it was turn for his speech Loki ripped the paper containing the speech he had in front of him and then he proceeded to speak from his heart, he didn't shy away as he talked about the the harm he had caused to the people of Midgard but he incessantly vowed to redeem himself and begged for their apology. He was doing everything he could to fix it and you just wanted people to give him a chance like they did last time even though he had no fake partner to parade around with this time.
"Did you fucking know about this?" Dalia asked you so you immediately denied, you absolutely despised her being your employer and would have quit if it wasn't for Loki, but you had no other choice. Even though she was pulling her hair out with nervousness his heartfelt speech was received positively and according to a poll conducted by CNN forty percent of population was already compelled to believe him.
"You could have gone with the original speech" Dalia said to him as you, Loki and her walked back to the dressing room.
"The original speech was pretentious and diplomatic, I don't intend to lie or make fool of those people again "
"Again?" She questioned him but he didn't answer, she sent you off with his stylist to arrange for the party that was scheduled to happen a few days later and as soon as you were out of sight she turned to him.
"Is she working well or can we hire someone more productive.. maybe someone who knows what they are doing" she said to him, clearly annoyed and the tone of her voice made him upset but he couldn't have said much.
"She's doing her best, she listens to me and she knows what I need, and she doesn't start salivating as soon as I'm in her surrounding unlike those other ladies you would have chosen for me"
He said to her sternly and she groaned before she left.
He wasn't able to see you all day long though he had planned to do so, it was getting more and more difficult to spend time with you but he managed somehow, he made sure he got you for himself atleast for a few hours a day, everyday.
A few days later Dalia had organised a party, a social meet and greet for him, several journalists and social media personalities were to come at this party and he was already exhausted. When he reached the lounge his eyes scanned for you and he found you talking to Bucky. You had a silver cocktail dress on and he was always intimidated by the attention this James was giving you, he has been alive for thousands of years and he always had an inkling when a man such as him had eyes for a women like you.
As you looked at him you said something to Bucky before you walked towards him.
"Hello handsome you look good" he looked deadly, the black blazer and white tee combo was killer, he smiled as he looked at you up and down, the dress was sinful and he had to get you alone sooner or later.
"You look beautiful princess"
"Shhhhh" you gave him the eyes as he called you by the pet name.
"Is there anything you need sir?" You asked him so he nodded.
"Dance with me" he grabbed your hand and your eyes widened but before you could say anything he dragged you in the middle of the floor and you both began to slow dance. You did like the song, always made you smile
I knew when we collided
You're the one I had decided who's one of my kind
"Everyone is staring at us lo" you said as you looked around.
"Let them stare, we are just dancing" There weren't any strangers at the party just yet so he wasn't that worried.
"Ahhh that…that reminds me of us.. remember?" Pepper said to Tony as she looked at you both so he smiled, grabbed her hand and took her to the dance floor, soon Bruce and Natasha joined as well, you often wondered if something was going on between them.
As the people started to fill the lounge Loki got busier with taking pictures with strangers he didn't even know, according to Dalia the more social media presence he would have the less threatening he would seem.
You got a drink and found a couch in the farthest corner of the lounge. Never ever in your wildest dreams you thought that your life would change so drastically, well okay maybe you did think of such wild scenarios in your wildest dreams but truth was you were not made for this type of lifestyle, it was just just too much interaction with too many people you didn't know.
As anxiety began to build up you put your drink down and walked towards the balcony to get some fresh air, you haven't been out of this tower since you got here, Dalia needed you to start right away and you didn't even have the chance to go back to your apartment to get your stuff, as much as you enjoyed being here with the love of your life you did miss the quiet and peace you felt in the privacy of your apartment at the end of the day. This was a perfect lesson for you to learn that grass was always greener on the other side.
"Hey there" you smiled as you spotted Bucky leaning against the railing, he was a bit unstable at times, he had do intensive therapy and even attacked his therapist a few days ago so he was on constant watch.
"Shouldn't you be inside assisting the manchild in there?" you frowned as he said that.
"He's not a manchild, in fact he's doing so well considering he never had to lift a finger of his own to get something in his life" he chuckled as you defended him.
"How are you doing here? I find this place more insufferable than a freaking prison" he said as he sipped on his drink.
"Well it can be daunting at times but we should count on our blessings don't you think?" He smiled at the comment.
"You are naive aren't you?"
You were anything but naive, he had no idea what you and Loki had suffered through to be with each other.
Loki had found you talking to Bucky again and he hated it, for some reason he didn't trust the guy, there's nothing James had done to him to warrant that sort of mistrust but he just felt innately jealous of him because he knew he had his eyes on you.
He called you on the phone, he had one now thankfully and he saw that you picked it up instantly.
"Yes sir, you need me?" You asked him in a formal voice you had adapted for this job so he smiled.
"I need you all the time princess, turn around" you turned around and gave him a smile as you spotted him.
"I'll be right there" you made your way inside again but before you could reach him he was taken away by two women who wanted to click pictures with him, he looked like a headless chicken between them, one of them had her arm around his waist, the other one was tall enough to wrap her hands around his neck as if he was her long lost friend.
"God you smell so good, what cologne do you use?" one of the girls asked him seductively but instead of responding he just excused himself and walked towards you.
"What good that will do for your image?" You questioned him, you had a fake smile on your face
"I have no clue, i have chosen to not question Dalia's methods anymore"
"Fair enough, so what did you need?" He noticed the annoyance in your tone and his brows furrowed.
"I'm sensing an attitude here, what did I do?"
"I'm just doing my job sir" he bit on his cheek and you sighed, the sudden mood swing made you realise that you must be pms'ing again.
"Sorry, I'm just overwhelmed and all these women around you–"
"Well it's not as if you don't talk to other men darling " you opened your mouth to say something but he walked out of the conversation, your eyes teared up at the gesture and before this would escalate you decided to just leave the party and calm down.
It's been nine months since you had known him, it was longer than any guy had tolerated you to be honest, your insecurities and constant mood swings that resulted from it was enough to drive them away from you eventually.
As soon as Loki saw you leaving he felt horrible, you had made several sacrifices for him and he needed to control his jealousy so he could treat you better, perhaps he should just tell you that he didn't like it when you spent time with James.
You had insecurities regarding him, you had been betrayed and cheated on and you may have moved on from those people but the scar they left behind never really healed, you feared he'd do the same to you even though he had no intentions of ever putting you through such pain, he'd die before he touched another woman in this lifetime.
As soon as the opportunity occurred he got himself out of the party but before he could go talk to you he was called to leave for an urgent mission, the whole team was leaving to track down this notorious ring of arms dealer and he had to prepare for the mission so he called you instead but you didn't pick up at all. Half an hour later you called him back so he picked it up,
"Yes sir, you needed me?" You asked him so he sighed deeply.
"Can I speak with my girlfriend miss y/n?" You didn't say anything for a good few seconds, you didn't want to fight with him, of course not, but you just felt cranky but you didn't want to take it out on him
"Look I'm sorry–"
"Darling I'm leaving for a mission, I will return tomorrow" he said abruptly,
"Wait..what?"
"Something about some arms dealers, I don't have the full information –"
"Where are you? I need to see you lo"
"I'm already heading towards the quinjet, I was calling you, where were you?"
"You could have just come and see me"
"I didn't have that much time to spare –"
"Yeah okay, it's all my fault– just be safe and come back to me okay?" You said hurriedly but he didn't have the time to console you at the moment.
"We are going to discuss this tomorrow alright? I love you" he barely whispered the love confession, someone must have been around him and you understood that.
"I love you" your eyes welled up as he hung up. Why did you have to be this way and sabotage things when they were going just fine?
You couldn't sleep all night just thinking of all the horrible things that could happen to him on this mission and how your last conversation with him wasn't really loving on your part, you never ever wanted him to leave this way ever again. You sent him a text or two but he didn't respond and that made you feel worse.
When you woke up the next morning you quickly got ready and called Loki but his cell phone was unreachable, so you called Thor and his phone was unreachable too, when you enquired you learned that they haven't returned yet but you had no reason to believe that they were in any sort of danger.
You couldn't eat or even breathe properly for that matter, you just wanted him to come back, you were going to go sulk in your room when Dalia called you in her office on the 17th floor,
"Can I come in?" You knocked on her door and as soon as you entered she started to yell at you,
"Did you know about this?" She turned her laptop towards you and you read the headline that was making her so angry
"The new Avenger is sleeping his way around town"
"Wait what? Is this about Loki?" You asked her so she glared at you.
"Who else? Did he have sex with this girl that came to the party ? Laura?"
"That's not possible, he was there most of the night and then he left for the mission" you read the content of the article and apparently that girl had posted the photo on Facebook claiming that she got lucky with him last night and it had gone viral almost immediately.
"Then what the fuck is this y/n?"
"Well it seems baseless to me, what is the source of the article? I mean anyone can say anything and these people will just publish it without any legit facts or proof"
"It doesn't matter whether this is fake or not, people are going to gossip and it's bad publicity for a man like him"
"Yeah but it's not his fault, maybe if he wasn't forced to click millions of pictures with these social media celebrities, nothing like this would have happened" she glared at you as you said that.
"Are you doubting the way I work y/n? You know how long it has been since I have been working in this field? Don't get overconfident here alright? You're lucky that for some reason he don't want me to get rid of you"
"Trust me Dalia I'm not the fortunate one here" you walked out of her office as you dropped the mic on her, but more so because you didn't want her to fire you on the spot, you didn't really enjoy having such confrontations.
You bumped into Pepper Potts in the elevator so you gave her a polite genuine smile.
"Something wrong?" She asked you as she looked at your sullen face,
"No it's just my boss.."
"Loki?" Well yeah him too but you weren't upset with him, you just wanted him to come back so you can hug him, spoil him and then give him a piece of your mind.
"No…I mean i work for Dalia basically so she's my boss"
"Ahhh I see, been there, she's not easy to please is she?'" you looked at her as she said that, usually all the women around here intimidated you because they seemed so strong and independent, so powerful and fierce but most of them were easy to talk to,
"Well she's kind of a — she's just..."
"A bitch I Know" your eyes widened as she said that "I have been here for years now, i started as as an assistant too, she made my life living hell at times but Tony helped me through it, I'm sure she's just pissed history is repeating itself" you smiled as she said that. Your history with Loki wasn't same as her and Tony but you could see how she made a connection, for them you came here a few weeks ago and miraculously landed this job.
"Noo me and Loki…we are not–"
"Oh come on it's pretty transparent, there is a chemistry, everyone can see it" you looked at her shocked as she said that,
"Everyone can?"
"Well most of us can"
"Well it won't really be wise to start something with my boss anyways soo.." her floor arrived so she smiled before she stepped out but she turned to look at you before she walked away.
"That's what I said"
A few hours later they had returned, the news of Avengers successfully tracking down the biggest chain of arms dealers in NYC was all over the news.
Loki saw plenty of messages as soon as his phone was in serviceable reach so he responded quickly to ease some of those insecurities of yours, you must have spent a restless night, he had no relief either,
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He didn't want to leave when things were tensed between you two and when you clearly needed him but he had no other choice, he couldn't have opted out of going for this mission, he was merely a glorified prisoner for now.
A few moments later he was in your room, freshly showered but bruised as well, he had several marks on his face but some had started to heal already.
"If you ever leave me again without seeing me I will not speak with you for days and that is not a baseless threat" you glared at him so he smiled and walked towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist and he bent down so he could place his head right in the middle of your chest. You placed your nose on his head to take a whiff of his hair, you had horrible thoughts all night long, you just wanted him to come back safely to you.
"I'm sorry my darling" he traced his lips upwards and kissed the exposed skin of your neck, you just had a tank top on with a pair of booty shorts, you knew what you were doing dressing up this way "I was jealous too last night, i don't enjoy seeing you have a conversation with that man Barnes, you're not the only one feeling that way" he whispered in your ear so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him.
"Do you want me to ignore him?" His mouth curved into a smile at the offer, he should have taken it but that would be unfair to you.
"No.. that would be selfish and controlling of me, I don't want to be that man, I want to be better sweetheart, you make me want to be better for you, you deserve that and more, you deserve everything I can offer you"
He picked you up immediately and laid you down on the bed underneath him, your fingers traced over the bruises on his face and he moaned in response, he always seemed so pretty, so graceful whenever he was being touched so tenderly, he was so powerful but during such moments he always allowed you to be the one to protect him from every horrible thing out there, he needed you to coddle him as if he was barely a damsel in distress in the need of saving.
"You don't feel annoyed and bothered by my constant cribbing?" He chuckled as you said that but he could sense the hurt in the way you said those words to him, he fully intended to rid you of all those insecurities.
"I do feel bothered by them, but not for the reasons you might assume, I'm bothered that you are so tormented by such thoughts when I'm not there by your side but you need to remember how far we have come, I'll remind you over and over again that i belong to you and solely you and I'll do it for all of our eternities, but when I'm not here you need to remind yourself that you're the womanI almost annihilated the multiverse for, do you remember that?" You nodded as he questioned you softly, his voice was a sweet whisper in your ears as if he was trying to engrave his words in your subconscious mind, his thumb caressed over your cheekbone gently,
"I'd never ever hurt you in a way that would break the trust you have in me, i would never corrupt or taint the sanctity of this pure relationship we have here, you hear me sweet sweet girl do you not?" He cooed again
"I hear you lo..I'm so sorry so sorry" you mumbled and he latched his lips onto yours,
"Shhhh I don't need an apology my love, you're all perfect to me"
"So are you"
"You will be bleeding soon, want to make love to me?" He mumbled and you nodded in desperation
"How do you know?"
"I just do, it's the way your scent changes before that, it's a sickly sweet smell of your skin, before you run your thoughts over let me just remind you that I enjoy it, it's equally as scintillating as your natural scent is, perhaps even more"
"Goddddsss" you took his shirt off and he was already undoing both of your pants, the condom sheathed his cock magically and he rubbed the swollen tip of his length over your clit then he tapped over the swollen nubs gently,
"Don't tease me lo..pleasee"
He smiled at the sheer desperation in your voice and barely nudged the tip inside your warm entrance slowly.
"Mmmm I'm sorry.. I will be good i promise" he murmured, his breaths were heavy, his heartbeat already so fast you could feel them thumping under his chest.
"Mmm good boy, i love you" you moaned as he slowly pressed in deeper and deeper,
"How much do you love me, miss? Do you adore me?" He asked, his voice almost whimpery in your ears,
"More than anything in the world i promise"
"Mmmm thank you, thank you" he mumbled as he set a slow sensual rhythm of his hips, every moment made you crumble more and more.
"Sweet baby, climb up a little will you, I know you want me to do that thing again, don't you?" He nodded desperately as he realized what you were hinting at.
He placed his forearms over your head so his chest was on your face level, his hips never stopped moving, a few days ago you accidentally discovered that he enjoyed having his nipples sucked and damn if he didn't have the most perfect set, you were kissing from his neck down like you usually did and when you sucked on his right nipple you felt his whole body shiver with the feeling, he was almost embarrassed of it so you showed him he had nothing to feel ashamed of.
As you placed your lips over his right nub, you felt his cock twitching vigorously inside you, you flicked your tongue over and over before you sucked on him slowly, the moans and groans of that gorgeous ethereal man on top of you was nothing less than a symphony in your ears, you switched your attention to the other side for a good while before he slid down again and kissed you as passionately as he could, you treated him this way, you took care of him in every fucking sense of the word and then somehow you still felt scared that he'd ever be able to do anything that would make him lose this precious person underneath him.
He didn't blame you though, he understood your fears for he had the same ones, he just knew with time both of you will learn to let go of them, he truly believed that. You bit on his neck as you approached your orgasms together and then you both came in unison, it was desperate and needy, especially after that little argument this was exactly what you needed to calm those thoughts. He hid his face between the crook of your neck as he waited to recover, your fingers were running over his scalp and he just wanted to purr like a kitten but he resisted the urge to do that just yet.
"In bed? Well i certainly hope so" You chuckled as he said that.
"Loki?" You called his name so he looked at you "I'm pretty sure we will end up here again"
"No i meant the stupid argument..I'm just .. always terrified of losing you to other women, I know its silly and it's nothing to do with me not trusting you, I do trust you completely, i know my bestest friend in the whole world will never hurt me so cruelly but I'm just always afraid, I get ticked off for no reason.. I don't want to fight with you but I know it will happen" he smiled as you finished speaking, your eyes were teary, his heart clenched at the thought of people hurting you so deeply so many times that you always lived in fear, he knew you were always betrayed by those you trusted and he never wanted to end up being one of those people in your life.
"And that's okay, that is absolutely alright my love, my life is full of happiness with you in it, it's something I never really had before, and i would rather have us argue with each other and jump in bed to love each other like this then not have you at all, you are never going to drive me away no matter how many times we do this i promise you"
You hugged him as tightly as you could, you had nothing left to say to him about this, he didn't get annoyed, he didn't get upset with you or told you that you were overthinking, he validated your feelings and that was more than you have ever had in your life, he cleaned you up soon after and then you both took a nap together since none of you really got any sleep last night.
You were called in Dalia's office again so you decided to deal with that first. What did she want now ? When you entered her office Loki was there too,
When you woke up you found yourself wrapped up in the same blanket he had given you in the previous timeline, when did he even have the time to make it again you wondered. You clutched on it and basked in it for a good few minutes before you had to get up. You felt hungry and you were excited to see Jane, though you knew she wouldn't remember you at all, you just hoped the friendship would bloom again.
"Do I have to remind you all the time that you're on duty here? He has been unattended for hours now. Go bring him a cup of coffee and an iced tea for me" you looked at him and he mouthed a sorry so you sighed and turned around to grab him some, he would have asked for it if he needed it.
"You know Lady Dalia if I was you, I wouldn't be treating her this way, you want to know why?" She glared at him as he said that
"Are you threatening me?" He smiled but then his expressions changed, there was a manic look in his eyes all of a sudden.
"I'm enlightening you, she's a sweet girl and she puts up with a lot of my nuisance so next time you see her I need you to be nicer to her, i promise that won't kill you, am I being clear?" He asked her, his voice wasn't aggressive, he was calm and polite as he could be but she got the message.
"Can I just ask what is it that you like about her?"
"I do not like her, nor I have any interests in pursuing such a romantic relationship with her that you might think so quit worrying and do your job, can we sue this website that published this fake news about me?" He diverted the topic to stop her from thinking about you, when you returned you gave her the tea as well as the coffee, she took a sip and had something to complain of but Loki glared at her so she ate her words.
"Atta girl" he whispered almost inaudibly and Dalia's face flushed, less from embarrassment and more from a certain feeling she didn't wish to bear for the man next to him. You noticed the look on her face and your instant reaction was to facepalm.
It was clear to you that you just had to get used to women lusting after your man so brazenly. It was inevitable at this point.
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Note : Things are going to spice up from the next chapter again i promise, wanted you guys to enjoy the fluff and smut for timebeing. He's so close to calling her mommy in bed at this point.
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HIIIII i'm coming back again to request bcos i really REALLY missed reading treasure fics hehe (your blog is one of my faves btw! ♡)
anyways, i just had this idea for a scenario when i saw 0104's pics on han river recently!! can i request a haruto scenario wherein you are hanging out with the 0104 guys (OR MAYBE EVEN T5) and bf!haruto just kinda got a little jealous when you give him no attention because jeongwoo/junghwan just entertains you so much and you give them all the attention becayse they're like dongsaengs to you??? TT
their bond really makes me cry they truly are the cutest <3 ANYWAY no pressure on this!! stay safe!!!!!!
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♡ I’M NOT JEALOUS! — WATANABE HARUTO
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bf!haruto x fem!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluff, mild angst, playful teasing, jealousy | loki's lines : this one was long overdue, i'm sorry 😭
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“jealous? me? pfft. never. what would i be jealous about?”
watanabe haruto shook his head as you raised your brows, challenging him to confess his true feelings.
while you were at the han river, you tried teaching jeongwoo how to ride a bike, since the younger had confided in you, letting you know he didn’t know how.
but your biking lessons seemed to be disturbed by your boyfriend, haruto.
the raven-haired male was stuck to your side like glue, making it impossible to teach his best friend.
“ruto, seriously. get it together.” you smiled, amused by his behavior. “i was just teaching him how to ride a bike. why are you being jealous?”
“shut up, i’m not jealous!”
“oh, you’re so jealous.”
haruto frowned. “am not!” he shook his head. “i’m not jealous; i’m being absolutely reasonable,” he explained, making you burst into a fit of giggles.
“no, you are not!” you laughed, shaking your head. “this isn't reasonable at all.”
“stop laughing!” haruto whined, brows furrowed in annoyance. “so what if i'm jealous? what then, huh?!”
you smiled. “really, ruto? are you jealous? of jeongwoo? seriously?” you asked, your voice was quiet as you spoke.
“maybe i am a little jealous, okay? honestly, though, who wouldn’t be?”
“jealousy doesn’t suit you, my love. don't fret your pretty head over all this.”
haruto sighed, covering his face in embarrassment as he thought over the situation he got himself into.
he never meant to get jealous like this. he knew you were just helping jeongwoo, but he couldn't help the way he felt.
haruto trusted you both, but when you took this much care of jeongwoo, haruto couldn't help but feel jealous of the attention his best friend received from you.
“gosh, i never would have thought i’d ever be jealous about things like this,” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. “you must think i’m stupid, huh?”
you nodded, giggling at the way your boyfriend’s face fell. “you are stupid. stupid, because i can’t believe you don’t know how much i love you.” you smiled widely.
“really? you mean that?” he asked, confused.
“hey, look at me.” you held his face in your hands. “i’m yours, and no one can change that, okay? i love you, not anyone else. you.”
“i love you, y/n.” haruto smiled, leaning closer as he placed his lips against yours. “thank you for making me feel better.”
before you could respond, jeongwoo’s voice grabbed the attention of you two, and you turned towards him as you watched him ride his bicycle around in circles.
“look, y/n! ruto!” he yelled, excited. “i’m riding a bike!”
the two of you exchanged proud looks, excitedly cheering in unison as you watched the younger male do his first solo bike ride.
jaehyuk and asahi watched you all from the sides, glad you two talked it out and everything was back to normal.
they were worried when you dragged haruto to the side, having noted the male’s odd behavior, but seeing you two in big smiles assured them everything was fine.
“i never knew haruto was the jealous type,” jaehyuk admitted, amused. “that too, jealous of jeongwoo.”
asahi shrugged. “eh, there are days where you crave more affection than the rest. today was one of those days for haruto,” he explained.
“i’m glad they sorted it out, though.”
“yeah, me too.”
jeongwoo biked towards the couple, beaming as he looked at you. “y/n, you wanna race? i think i can beat you,” he challenged, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“oh, like heck you can! i literally taught you how to ride a bike.” you scoffed, grabbing your bike and sitting on it. “you think you can outdo the master?!”
“i don’t think i can beat you. i know i can!”
“you are so on, park jeongwoo!”
haruto stared between the two of you, shaking his head with a smile. “now, what happened to the conversation we were just having?” he asked, pretending to be upset.
you bit back a smile. “woo is like my brother, ruto. you are my boyfriend.” you shrugged. “bros before hoes, dude!” you announced, pedaling away with jeongwoo as fast as you could.
watanabe haruto stood in his spot, shell-shocked, as he watched his girlfriend and best friend laugh at his expressions. he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he looked at them.
“this is outrageous, y/n! i demand more attention! you said you love me!”
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wheredafandomat · 11 months
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Joy Division 🖤
Guitarist Loki x groupie reader
18+ | contains angst, jealousy and smut
Quick little drabble based on some posts exchanged between @lokisprettygirl @littledark11 @anukulee @mcufan72 🖤
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For a while now, Wanda had been begging you to go and watch her band perform. Usually busy with either working or revising, you never had the time until one night you relented and went with her. You stood in the crowd, swaying a little whilst the opening act performed before Wanda and the rest of her crue came on. You grabbed a drink whilst they began, only turning once you heard the guitar riff the guitarist played to warm up. You felt chills, your eyes meeting as he continued to play. You were enthralled, the rest of the crowd disappearing as you eyed one another. It felt like time around you slowed as you gazed up at the sexy raven haired stranger. The moment felt electrical, almost magical and you wondered if it felt the same for him.
It didn’t take long for him to tell you it had. By the end of the week, he was confessing his feelings for you as he thrusted into you, hard, fast and demanding. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable.
If Loki, who’s name you learned after you had kissed him backstage that first night, was performing, you were backstage counting the minutes until you could run your fingers through his hair and kiss him again. If he was practicing, you were sitting on the sidelines, rolling a joint or biting your lip suggestively as you stared at one another. Whenever he needed you, you were there. His number one cheerleader until things changed.
When Bucky joined the band, it was no longer just Loki you were cheering on. Suddenly there were two guitarists, two singers, two people competing for your affection and Loki despised it.
Things took a turn when he saw you backstage, cheering Bucky on. He was nervous to perform for such a big crowd for the first time. Angry, Loki dropped his guitar before storming off of the stage and past you. Chasing after him, you called his name to no avail as he rushed to his dressing room, slamming the door behind him.
You walked in after him, standing next to the door as you spoke to him.
“What the fuck was that?” You demanded.
“You think I don’t know what’s going on?” He answered accusingly.
“What do you mean?” You implored.
“You think I don’t see the way you look at him, how you cheer him on?” He continued, growing angrier.
“Loki?”
“I’m not a fucking idiot!” He exclaimed, causing you to flinch, not expecting the outburst. You weren’t scared of him, he’d never hurt you. There were a few moments of silence before he stepped towards you.
“Y/n, baby, do you love me?” He asked, approaching you before gently caressing your cheek with his hand.
“Yes Loki.” You answered.
“Mhmm?” He nodded, hand moving down to grip your chin as he looked into your eyes.
“I love you.” You spoke again before Loki’s grip on your chin loosened, his thumb moving over your lips before he pushed it inside your mouth, a wide grin painting his face as you sucked it before releasing it with a pop.
“Of course you do.” He murmured before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss, pinning you against the wall behind you. His lips traveled to your neck, no doubt marking you as you moved your head to the side granting him further access. His hands traveled down your body, venturing underneath your skirt as he tugged your panties down with his thumbs. You stepped out of them as they fell before Loki cupped your pussy leaving you gasping wantonly.
“Fuckk Loki.” You mewled as he pressed two of his fingers to your clit before moving them through your folds. You raised one of your legs, wrapping it around his as you aided in his exploration of your sacred garden as he’d write in lyrics. He swallowed your moans as he entered you with two of his fingers, coating them in your slick before spreading them around your pussy. You were quick to unbutton his jeans before running your hand up and down his hard length. “Pleasee, I need to feel you baby, I love you.” You coed. You needed him. Pulling his fingers out of you, he freed his cock before guiding it towards your entrance. Kissing you deeply, he thrusted into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his size before he was pulling out and thrusting into you again.
You moaned his name loudly as he fucked you against the wall. You heard the door next to you opening before Loki slammed it closed with one of his hands, not even pulling out of you. This was all he needed, this was him at his best. Buried inside of you.
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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In My Shoes...
Pairing: Avenger Loki x female Avenger reader
Warnings: swearing, tiny bit of angst, we getting smutty up in here hehe.....oral (m receiving), nothing too graphic, abduction, mentions of alcohol
Summary: things take a turn when Tony decides to take the team out for the night.....
A/n- based on this amazing ASK by @psychospore . I really hope I'm doing it justice!!!! This turned into a suuuper long chapter Iol I couldn't help myself hahaha *whispers* sorry......
Part Two--Part Three-
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Your mind was hazy, your consciousness floating just below the surface when you felt a hand slide up your thigh, slowly moving towards your waist making you moan. "Loki.." you groaned, the hand slid under the hem of your pants making you shift your hips. "I'm here y/n." A voice whispered in your ear, but it wasn't Loki's. "What..." you were cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing gently to yours, reaching up your fingers tangled into soft thick hair gasping feeling the hand slide further down, fingers lightly grazing between your thighs when a tongue slid across your bottom lip, slipping past tangling with yours. You lifted your head, deepening the kiss you bit down their lip hearing them moan.
The feeling was familiar...yet different as the hand rocked back and forth "l..loki..." you moaned, arching your back you rocked your hips. "Does that feel good love?" The voice whispered in your ear again making you shudder "y..yes." you panted, gripping the sheet, the familiar tightness rising in your stomach as the hand sped up "I need to feel you." You heard again. You couldn't stop the moan that passed your lips, your stomach muscles twitching "yes...that's it y/n." The voice purred. You felt a weight settle next to you, a leg wrapping around yours you slowly opened your eyes, the white ceiling staring back at you "norns...y/n." You heard, your mind running a mile a minute was it all a bad dream you asked yourself as you tilted your head down, your eyes meeting....yours.
"What the...!" You yelled, flinging yourself away you fell off the bed landing on your elbow with a thud "y/n! Are you ok?" Your heard, looking up seeing Loki looking down at you "oh yeah, just perfect." You snarked, standing up adjusting your pants "I didn't mean to scare you, i.." you cut him off with a glare "what in your mind told you that was a good idea?" You asked running a hand through your...his hair. "Well, I came to apologize...to talk and when I saw you asleep I came in and saw the items on the bed and..." he trailed off winking when you looked behind him seeing the pile of toys you conjured "those are yours your perv." You snarked sitting on the couch. "I tried to pull your clothes from your stupid pocket dimension and got...that." You huffed rubbing your eyes.
"Oh darling, don't be so hard on yourself, my powers go beyond what you can do." He said standing from the bed "right, coming from the one who can't stop reading my mind." You snarked looking up at him. "As I said, any new power takes time, I will have it mastered in no time." He said walking to to the couch. "Now, where were we?" He asked, lifting his leg he climbed up straddling your lap "loki...I don't know." You said grabbing his shoulders "darling please, I miss you." He purred grabbing your hands "but...im you..." you said furrowing your eyebrows "yes, on the outside but in here." He said placing his hand over your heart "that is you, that is my y/n...and I love and miss you so very much." He said looking up at you "i miss you too Loki but...its too weird." You said looking down "Well, can we...would you mind if..." he trailed off fidgeting with his fingers "come here." You said opening your arms as he laid on your chest, snuggling into your neck
"I am sorry I did not tell you about that trollop y/n." He said wrapping his arms around your middle "in truth, while your jealousy does...things to me...I did not want to make you feel insecure, or threatened so I kept it to myself." He said squeezing you. "Loki, I appreciate that but I prefer the truth, no matter what it is." You said laying your head on his "I promise you, it will not happen again." He said as you rubbed his back. "Thank you Loki." You whispered into his hair. "You know, never in my long life did I think I would be cuddling myself." He said making you laugh "me either, but here we are." You laughed again as he lifted his head looking at you. "I was thinking, if you wish it...once we are back as we should be I could help...with your powers." He said smiling "I would be more then happy to teach you what I know." He said making you smile.
"I would like that Loki, but I can't deal with your...attitude." you said as he sat up straight. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked crossing his arms "Loki, you are a master of your sorcery, and you do not shy away from telling everyone." You huffed a laugh "and it makes me feel...inadequate." you said looking down "Darling, I never meant to make you feel that way." He said tilting his head "well you have regardless." You said looking back up at him seeing his eyes soften "I am so sorry y/n, i..." you heard him sigh dropping his arms "as a child, when my mother began tutoring me I was mocked...relentlessly." He said grabbing the end of your tie "things that were said to me...even by my own brother...hurt." he said running his fingers up and down the silk "so I hardened myself, used sarcasm to mask my feelings because i refused to let anyone see how their words affected me." He said, his eyes meeting yours "I've been doing it for so long it's just...natural now." He said shrugging.
"Loki, you don't have to do that with me" You said grabbing his hands "I love every part of you, more then you know. And I would never make you feel that way." You said seeing a tear steam down his cheek, lifting your hand you wiped it away with your thumb "t..thank you y/n, I love you too." He smiled leaning forward burying himself back into your neck. "I was going to go to the training room today, start working on figuring out your powers." He whispered against your neck making you shiver "will you come with me?" He asked, freezing feeling his lips on your neck "y...yes, i...mmm I'll come with you." You sighed closing your eyes feeling his tongue slowly slide across your skin, his hand gliding across your chest as his teeth nipped your pulse point.
"Loki..." you sighed tilting your head back, his tongue traveling up to your earlobe "God I need you..." you sighed, your fingers digging into his hips "think of it as...incentive." He purred into your ear before biting down making you gasp. "Aahh l...loki..." you moaned as he pulled back smiling "do you trust me?" He asked "Well yes, but..." you were cut off by his finger pressing gently to your lips "there is something I wish to show you, and this may be my only opportunity." He said sliding his hand up your chest his fingers wrapped around the knot of your tie pulling it down "this is lovely material y/n." He said running it through his fingers "you have exquisite taste...regardless of color." He said glaring at you making you laugh "what can I say, I like purple." You said seeing him smile "indeed...now hold still." He said leaning forward he pressed the tie to your eyes tieing it behind your head "ok?" He asked as the darkness surrounded you "y..yes." you breathed feeling his fingers traveling down your chest.
"Perfect." He said, moaning feeling his lips on your neck again. "If you wish me to stop tell me." He breathed into your skin sending a shiver down your spine "o..ok Loki." You sighed tilting your head back. You felt him shift in your lap, sliding down your thighs you reached out feeling his fingers lace with yours "relax y/n, im right here." He said. Feeling his weight leave your lap he released your hand when you felt him settle between your knees. Moaning feeling his hands slide up your thighs, nails digging in as they traveled "Loki..." you sighed feeling his fingers land at your belt. "I want to show you..." he trailed off, the metal clinking as he released it before sliding it from the loops of your pants "how you make me feel" He whispered, making quick work of the button and zipper of your pants.
You felt his weight on your pelvis, his hand slid under your thigh hooking his arm around your leg digging his fingers in, his other hand slowly slid into your slacks "mmm look at you...all hard and ready for me I see." He purred, gasping feeling him pull you out, his fingers sliding over the sensative skin. "L..loki..." you breathed digging your fingers into the cushions next to you. "Allow me to ease your...tension." he purred. Your back arched feeling his tongue press to your skin, feeling yourself twitch in his hand "I love when you do this." He breathed, his tongue traveling to the base of your new appendage, slowly moving up towards the tip you couldn't stop the moan that passed your lips feeling his tongue swirl around it. "Aaah...god...loki..." you panted, his hand squeezing the base of your cock as his lips sealed around the tip, slowly taking you in your hips involuntarily bucked up into his mouth when his hand released you moving to wrap around your other thigh.
The air left your lungs as he took you all in, his nose brushing your skin before slowly pulling back. "Holy...fuuuu Loki..." you moaned, clenching your jaw you hand instinctively went to his head your fingers tangling in his hair, the lewd sounds his mouth made making your face heat up when he sank back down, a deep hum resonating through his throat making you arch into him. He sucked hard pulling back pressing his tongue flat against your length as he gripped your thighs tightly. "Gaahh...fuck..." you panted as he picked up the pace, your hand gripping his hair hard as his head bobbed up and down. "L..loki...im..." you gritted, feeling that same familiar tightening in your abdomen, twitching in his mouth when you felt his thumb tap on your thigh, a move he had done many times when he was buried between your thighs...a silent approval to let go.
Your back arched off the couch when he sank down, holding you in his throat as you came hard. Your cock throbbing as he drank you in, his nails digging into your thighs slowly moving his head up and down riding you through your high before he pulled back with a soft pop. You dropped your hand to the cushion, your body hummed with ecstacy as you felt him tuck you back into your slacks fastening them back up "how did that feel darling?" He asked pushing on your thighs before sliding back into your lap, gently tugging the tie from around your eyes you looked up seeing him smile "g...good..." you whispered "you...you've done that before..." you said hearing him laugh "I was quite promiscuous in my youth." He said pushing the hair back from your forehead. "Now, where were we?" He purred lacing his fingers through your hair you closed your eyes feeling his lips on yours, his hips slowly rocking back and forth over your lap feeling yourself begin to harden again.
"Mr Laufeyson, your presence is requested in the common room." Jarvis's voice sounded through the room hearing Loki sigh "we are a bit busy at the moment!" Loki yelled to the ceiling making you laugh "apologies agent y/n, you are requested as well." Jarvis said sounded again. "Mr starks orders." It said as Loki flopped his head on your chest "well, we better head down and see what he wants." You said rubbing Loki's back "if there is not an eminent apocalypse I swear I will stab him." Loki growled standing up. "I'm sure it's urgent." You laughed standing up "He better hope it is." Loki said grabbing your hand leading you from the room.
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You walked In with Loki, looking around seeing everyone seated around the room "nice of you two to finally join us." You heard Tony's voice by the bar "what did you need stark?" Loki snapped crossing his arms "woah y/n, you aren't usually so snappy...horns must be rubbing off on you." He laughed making you sigh. "Alright everyone, I've decided to take all of you out tonight...we're painting the town red....well green in your case." He said pointing to you. "We will not be attending." Loki said grabbing your hand "it's mandatory im afraid, team building and all that. You can thank the captain." He said nodding towards Steve "hey!" He said crossing his arms "we leave in an hour, go get pretty everyone." Tony said taking his drink walking out.
"Fantastic, a night filled with these insufferable mortals." Loki sneered turning to you "well, I'm one of those "insufferable mortals" Loki." You air quoted hearing him sigh "I was not talking about you darling." He said as you looked down nodding "sure you didn't." You whispered stepping back "I'm going to go get ready." You said turning back to the hall "y/n wait..." he called out, waving your hand you kept walking hoping he wouldn't follow. Making it back to his room your picked the tie up from where Ioki dropped it, running it through your fingers thinking about what had transpired not twenty minutes ago as you looped it around your neck, sliding it under the collar of your shirt "insufferable mortal..." you whispered shaking your head walking to the mirror knotting it, smoothing it down "will I ever be good enough for you Loki." You asked his reflection feeling your eyes burn.
You shook away the thought, running your hands through your hair you grabbed the discarded suit jacket laying on the chair, sliding it on you took one more look in the mirror buttoning the jacket "well, that's as good as its gonna get." You shrugged making your way to the door and back to the common room. Walking in seeing Thor behind the bar you walked over taking a seat on the stool in front of him "Brother...are you well?" Thor asked, looking up seeing his eyebrows furrowed "yes, fine." You said tapping your fingers on the bar "here, maybe this will help." He said pouring an amber liquid into a tall glass sliding it to you "what is this thor?" You asked eyeing it suspiciously "you will see." He said winking downing his own drink. You shrugged grabbing it you downed it in one swallow, hissing as the alcohol burned your throat "I wouldn't have..." Thor was cut off by everyone entering at once, the room loud with laughing and heels clicking on the tile floor
"eveyone ready?" You heard Tony ask when Thor grabbed your shoulder "come brother, the evening awaits." He said walking towards the group. You stood up, your head swimming feeling a hand on your arm "y/n, are you alright?" You heard next to you "yes! Mm' fine!" You said pulling your arm back stumbling a bit "what..." he trailed off seeing the glass on the bar "alcohol does not affect my body as it does yours, what was that?" He asked pointing to the glass "I dunno.." you shrugged straightening your jacket "ttthhhhor give it to me." You slurred laughing "ttthhhooorrr...what a funny name." You laughed walking towards the group when he grabbed your arm "y/n, your drunk!" He said loudly making you jump "ooooh...is daddy mad at me?" You snarked seeing the anger in his eyes "th's inssss...insuffalable...whatever mortal is gonna have sum fun." You said pulling your arm away again walking towards Thor. "Tttthhhhooooorrrr! Lessss gooooo!" You yelled walking towards the exit hearing him laugh.
Loki walked over grabbing thors arm "what did you give him!?" He yelled seeing Thor's eyes widen "Lady y/n, i only gave him some asgardian mead, it will help loosen him up a bit don't worry." He smiled "that's loosening him up?" Loki pointed to you seeing your arms raised in the air, rocking your hips into Wanda's as everyone made it to the waiting cars "everything will be fine y/n, I assure you." He said patting Loki's hand before walking towards everyone else "norns help me." Loki said following behind him. When the cars pulled up to the club Loki watched you fling the door open and practically run inside as he climbed out adjusting the dress he had chosen. It was one if his favorites of yours, the short black dress clung to every delicious curve that he so loved to explore with his fingers and tongue, bringing you to the brink over and over until you were about to explode "come y/n, everyone is waiting." Thor's voice cut through the memory making him groan.
He walked in seeing your tall frame on the dancefloor, jumping up and down he rolled his eyes trying to make it through the throngs of people towards you when he felt a hand on his backside, whipping around seeing a stanger man smiling at him "Hey gorgeous, wanna dance?" He asked stepping closer. "Touch me again and I'll cut your hand off." He said pulling a dagger from the garter belt under the dress holding up to him as he backed up "s..sorry." he said quickly running in the opposite direction "pathetic mortal." He sneered tucking the dagger back he turned back to look for you not seeing you "y/n!" He yelled standing on his toes trying to see you. "Norns y/n!" He growled pushing his way through coming to a line of tables against the wall, seeing you slumped down on the cushioned seat, a bright green drink next to you he slowly walked over
"y/n?" He asked cautiously seeing you look up "loki." You sneered looking back out to the dancefloor "what is the matter?" He asked sitting next to you "im not good enough for you am i?" You slurred making him look at you "that's preposterous! We've had this conversation darling your are more then enough for me." He said trying to grab your hand when you pulled it back "I need to use the restroom." You said standing up quickly "do you want me to come with you?" He asked standing with you "as much of a surprise as it is I don't need you to hold my hand." You snarked walking towards the hallway in the back "y/n please, talk to me i..." He stopped as you turned back to him "i...I don't know if this is going to work anymore Loki." You said running a hand through your hair "w..what are you saying?" He asked stepping closer
"i...i think we should switch back and be done with this charade." You said quickly wiping your cheek "Darling you are drunk and upset, you don't mean..." you cut him off stepping back shaking your head "I'll never..." you trailed off looking to the crowd of people loki saw a tear stream down your cheek "I just...I need a minute." You said quickly turning back towards the hall walking as fast as you could towards the restroom. You pushed one door open running into a small woman "what are you doing?" She yelled stepping back "oh I um...sorry wrong door." You smiled quickly turning around walking to the next door sighing "please let it be empty." You said pushing through you thankfully saw you were alone "oh thank god" you said stepping up to the sink you leaned against it looking in the mirror, Loki's eyes greeting you as you pushed your hair back "what am I going to do Loki." You breathed turning the water on you splashed some cold water on your face as the door opened behind you.
You quickly stood, pulling a paper towel from the dispenser seeing four men walk in at once. You nodded and smiled as you balled the towel in your hand throwing it in the bin when you heard rushed footsteps come up behind you, grabbing the back of your head your forehead slammed into the mirror "now!" You heard one yell over the ringing in your ears. You shook your head stumbling when two of them grabbed your arms, something cold and heavy latching around your neck as you slowly opened your eyes, your vision fuzzy feeling something drip down your forehead "our boss has requested a meeting with you." The man in front of you sneered when you felt two metal cuffs latch around your wrists "and don't try anything, these make sure you can't access that voodoo shit you do." The man said stepping closer "you can thank stark for that." He laughed as the two men holding your arms drug you to the door. "Get him to the van...now." The man said as you were pulled into the hall.
"Loki...." you whispered, closing your eyes as the backdoor opened and you were drug outside.....
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praisethesuuun · 1 year
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Hey! I'm new to your blog, but I like your writing so far! If you take requests, what about some in-denial loki, about a crush he has. Through in a little jealousy? Meanwhile reader is just completely oblivious to all of it, just doing their job lol
sorry I don't think I nailed this one! I tried tho
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Loki x fem!reader: little bunny
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Type: I have no idea, angst (?) but not too much
Warnings: blood, biting, Loki being Loki
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Loki couldn’t take it anymore: you were the most annoying brat he had ever met. Always getting on his nerves with that shitty attitude of yours, wanting to “be friendly” for once, but he knew you were only doing that out of fear. You were just a human after all, living among the gods just because you were the daughter of Ares. “That idiot” thought Loki while he was walking between the corridors of the Arena. He wanted to fight you so bad, cut you with his silver tongue as usual, but the Greeks were pretty protective and it was impossible to get near his target.
You knew that, so you decided to make his job easier by trotting cheerfully at his side. Loki didn’t seem to notice at first, continuing his internal dialogue, huffing angrily a couple of times. “What are you so angry about?” you asked him, curious as ever and with the stars in your eyes. You were oblivious about the judgement of the god beside you, in fact, you admired him: his ability of escaping from difficult situations using the head, his fitghing style… he was your idol.
“There’s this little…” Loki stopped, eyes wide for a second before turning to look at you. He stayed silent for a bit and what happened after was something you’ll never forget. Your heart broke when you saw the change in his deep eyes: in their beutiful deep purple you could see a flash of pure rage dart through his pupils. You backed away immediately, fearing his next move. He smiled: you looked so little and weak at the moment, all alone and in the wolf’s den. He couldn’t let you escape now.
“Alright, I’m going, I’m sorry” you tried to say, your back already turned and the shiver down your spine cold as ever. Your dad taught you better than annoying another god, you were just a human after all, someone could have murdered you at any moment. Ready with a plan in your head (that was, run as fast as possible) you missed a certain red hair god doing an entrance.
Loki was ready to grab you by the hair, but a stronger grip grabbed his wrist. The green hair god looked up, his gaze remained unchanged, if anything it became bored. “What do you want?” he asked looking up to meet Thor, who was silently following you fearing that something like this would happened. His cousin wasn’t good company and, when he saw you dart behind him, he knew that some help would’ve come in handy. “I could ask you the same thing” Thor answered, his voice low as a thunder’s echo and the other god changed completely his facade. “Don’t worry, my dear! We were just having a little chat, right?”
When you saw him turning his eyes to you, your face paled and your hands became sweaty, but Thor didn’t need another word. Without saying anything else, he picked you up, holding you close, leaving the scene as silently as he arrived. You often asked yourself how could someone this big be so stealthy, but your mind was somewhere else now: the person who you looked up the most tried to attack you, petrifying your heart and making you feel hollow. You curled up against Thor, the heat radiating off him wasn’t enough to defrost you, but all the fear was coming back to you all at once and you needed to feel any kind of available comfort. The god of thunder hugged you a bit tighter hoping to do something good. “Thank you” you whispered, bringing your arms around his scarfed neck. He only hummed. Well, it was better than nothing.
On the other hand, Loki was watching his skin become red and swollen by the second Thor’s hand left his wrist. He remained like that for a while, his mind racing like crazy. Everytime he wanted to do something, someone was always there to stop him and he hated that so much. You were right there, in front of him, ready to be destroyed. And he let you escape. Pleasure took over him, devouring him like the fire does with dry leaves, a distorted grin reigned on his face while his tongue licked his soft lips. His laugh was terrifying, sounding more like scratched glass than a normal sound.
But it was stronger than him. The thought of the previous scene had this effect on him. The sweet, oh so sweet, scent of pure fear… he wanted to feel it again, smell it, live it.
“Be prepared, my little bunny: the big bad wolf is coming”
The next match was going to start soon and you were still in Thor’s arms. Unfortunately, he knew the god of mischief too well and you weren’t safe, he was going to find you and treat you like the predator he is. Thor couldn’t leave you alone, especially in your current state of mind: your eyes looked so sad, ready to burst in salty tears. Even if he looked stoic and scary, the god of thunder had a big heart and he was ready to protect you. “Would you look at that” said a voice from behind his throne, your head remained down. Loki felt the blood rush to his head as soon as he saw his prey with someone else, that pretty little human needed to make him feel stronger again.
On the other hand, you really wanted to do something: react to his voice, the beating of your heart starting again, the life in your eyes ready to light up the entire Arena. But you felt nothing, only sadness, so you decided not to move, just when you were playing Hide ‘n Seek with your dad. “If you don’t move, he can’t see you” you thought. Well, Loki wasn’t having that. He was really stubborn and you knew better than making him angry again, still he decided to try to be nice to lure you in his trap.
“I just came here to talk, just a few minutes, nothing more” he said, his voice as sweet as honey. Thor didn’t want to believe in this little act, hell, he felt some kind of responsability now, especially since the greeks were still mourning Poseidon’s death: he didn’t want you to feel even worse passing your time with your family. But he knew that Loki wasn’t going to give up, so he lowered himself until he reached your ear and whispered: “Give it a try, I’ll be right here”
You looked at him, still insecure. Something didn’t feel right: you studied the god of lies for so long that you knew when he was going to make a mess. Still, you nodded and went right towards him, who took your hand gently leading you out the cold room. Even if he was going to kill you just an hour ago, Loki was still important to you and you couldn’t deny the heat you felt in your cheeks when he was looking at you menacingly. What if you liked that? What if you loved to feel in danger?
You walked in the big and shady hallway, the dim light of a torch was the only thing to enlighten your figures. Gosh, he was beautiful like this, you really fell for a god like him. In a second, your body was pinned to the wall behind you, all of Loki’s weight keeping you from moving. He was looming over you, the expression from before more intimidating than everything you’ve ever seen. Your heart started beating again, while your breath became hot. “Was it funny to stay with Thor, little one?” he said slowly without breaking eye contact. Loki grinned when you refused to give him an answer, than his face changed again like an actor that forgets his script in the middle of a play.
“Where’s the fear from before? Where is it?”
“Shit” you breathed out when he grabbed your neck strong enough to choke you. You were in complete panic; maybe you were wrong all along and now you were going to die there only for being the biggest fool of all Valhalla. “There it is!” said the god so loud and happily that it was impossible for you to hide your surprise. “W-what?”
“Don’t act like you don’t like that, I know when someone is lying… I’m the god of deceit after all! Now, where were we… what happens when I do this?” Loki asked before biting down on your neck, so hard to draw a few drops of blood. “That hurts!” you nearly screamed, but stopped yourself from doing that when you realized that Thor was still ready to browl if he heard you being in any kind of pain. “Want me to do that again, little bunny?”
You jumped at the nickname. Your head was spinning so much, you didn’t know what was happening, it was all too much, but you were enjoing it so much! No, you didn’t want him to stop, but your pride was yelling at you for acting so weak. You fought against your instinct and answered a quick: “No! Go away”
He sighed. “Another lie, you really are a brat you know that?” then Loki bit down again. “Wait!” “You’re so sweet… give me more” “Loki!”
Maybe you wouldn't have called Thor this time, actually you were really hoping he wasn’t going to interrupt you two again. You were having the time of your life and nobody needed to ruin that, Loki was going to kill whoever was going to do that anyway.
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"Our Mrs. Loki"- A Valentine's Wedding Story
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Summary: You manage to sneak away with Loki on your first night as his bride, but it isn’t as easy as you thought to get him alone.
Pairing: Loki x Bride!Reader
Content Warning: drinking, sensory overload (if you squint), mild and uncalled for jealousy, angst/comfort
Word Count: 1.8k
For @muddyorbsblr's 14 Days of Valentines fanfic event!
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You were never that much of a partier, yet when Loki announced his intent on marrying you, his personal assistant on the compound, and settling down on Midgard after a year of courting, nearly everyone else had insisted that this would need to be the reception of the century. 
Tony Stark declared that it would help bring some positive publicity back to the Avengers after the fiascos of NYC and Sokovia, and thus it was so. It didn’t matter how much you begged Loki to intercede (and how many times he actually did so), it became a fact that your wedding to the God of Mischief was going to make the Royal Wedding of 2011 look like a school play.
He even defied your pleas to avoid the cliches, and scheduled your blessed event for Valentine’s Day.
It was already bad enough that you were growing nervous about the day itself without the looming threat of a DJ playing ‘1000 Years’ for your first dance (the very thought of which made you gag). Every wedding was supposed to be a day of firsts: first kiss as spouses, first dance, etc. You wanted each moment to be its own core memory, you wanted it to be the best day of your life. Yet, as the day got closer, you felt yourself being buried alive under all of the senseless guest lists, menus, dances, press conferences, and other miniscule arrangements. 
Yesterday, the last time you saw Loki before you both went your separate ways with your respective wedding parties, you nearly cried. 
“Darling, Stark said at least TWO of those vapid Kardashians are to be there and I literally give no shits about what color the goddamned napkin rings are!” you moaned, holding on to your fiance closer. “He’s ruining everything! I just want to marry you and get to the best part of my life with as little fanfare as possible!” ”
Loki was calmer, for on Asgard he’d already seen more than his share of ostentatious weddings. “Love, I understand. We could still elope, I suppose?”
You frowned and raised an eyebrow, looking up at him with a glare of disbelief. “Loki, Stark would throw up both to the sharks if we did that, considering how much cash he’s invested in this already! We can’t afford to lose our jobs on our wedding day.”
“I hadn’t considered that,” he admitted, sighing and burying his nose in your hair. 
“Our big day is supposed to be special. It’s the first day of the rest of our lives! Why are we letting Robo Dick plan everything?” you complained. 
“Because I suppose it will ultimately help everyone,” he shrugged, taking your hands in his. “All I know is that I want to marry you tomorrow, whether it’s in front of ten people or ten thousand, and it will mean just as much to me no matter which it is. I love you, Y/N.”
You blushed and smiled. “And I love you, Loki. I can’t wait to finally be your wife.” 
The ceremony was surprisingly brief (perhaps because it was the only time where Stark reluctantly agreed to allow your chosen photographer to be the only one recording anything), and within twenty minutes, Loki had professed his eternal love for you, pledged to be your strength in good and bad times, and slipped a gold band over your finger, lined with emeralds. For those few beautiful moments, all you could focus on was the gentle melody of his voice reciting his vows, the intensity of his blue eyes as they drew your gaze, and the feeling of his soft, cool skin against your hand. 
That was the last moment you spent with your husband until now. As soon as the ceremony ended, paparazzi pulled you in separate directions, and it took Nat and Clint dragging you into the ballroom of the main building on the compound to get the flashes to stop blinding you. 
After that, the evening passed before you as if it were a fever dream. You had more than a few glasses of champagne in order to relax yourself, but all it did was make it harder for you to stay in control while you sought out your husband among the throngs of revelers in the hall. 
Your dress, beautiful though it was, began to turn into a yoke, heavy and cumbersome, the more you searched. You’d rejected Nat’s idea of choosing a second wedding ensemble for the receptionist that allowed for more freedom of movement. You had dismissed it as “too bougie” and “something a Middleton would do.” 
God, I wish I’d chosen to be a Middleton after all…
Various reporters tried stopping you for an interview, but you’d so far been successful in brushing them off, claiming there were some “wedding issues” you had to see to (neglecting that they were the issues in the first place). However, now you were feeling as if your energy bar was beginning to drain only a few hours into the night. You hadn’t even been able to hold Loki’s hand for a second time after saying “I do.” 
You slowly came up to Bruce Banner, who was holding a glass of beer and talking casually with Sam Wilson. “Bruce, have you seen--?”
“--Loki?” he guessed. You nodded. 
“I haven’t caught sight of him since things began!” you said, growing disoriented as the DJ’s terrible “euro-techno-trash” (as you’d called it) swelled and made it more difficult to hear your own thoughts. 
Sam squinted and looked over your shoulder for a moment before silently pointing. You could see now that he’d managed to spot your husband leaning against the wall with a female reporter dressed like she’d never left 1985, wearing her frizzy hair piled high. 
Great, it’s my wedding day and my new husband is spending more time with Dollar Store Barbara Walters! 
It took you a ridiculously long time to traverse the crowded dance floor (tripping on at least one of Jennifer Lopez’ heels) and make your way over to Loki, who was doing little more than giving a statement to the newspaper reporter next to him as you angrily approached. 
“Miss Langdon, I feel as if I’m--”
“--Loki! Darling! There you are!” you said, trying to raise your voice above the dull roar coming from the dance floor without sounding too much like a banshee. 
“Y/N,” Loki said with a calm smile, “this is Jane Langdon from--”
“--I’m sure you can catch up with Miss Aquanet 1991 later,” you snarked, yanking on his arm, insistent that you would not lose his attention again. 
Loki gave you an amused smile before politely turning to Miss Jane Langdon. “Husbandly duty calls, I guess!” 
He let you pull him out of the ballroom and down the hallway, where you could still feel the pulsing of the base from the DJ’s turntables, but the sound was sufficiently muffled so that you could hear yourself think. 
“I must admit, pet, I like it when you get jealous,” he quipped before realizing how serious you were, after which his face nearly instantly dropped. “Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry!”
“Loki, I’m wearing out, I need to get out of here,” you said softly, tugging gently on the sleeve of his jacket. “I thought I could do this but I can’t! This day just has NOT been what I expected!” 
“Perhaps we shouldn’t have bowed to Stark’s whims so quickly, I’m so sorry, dearest,” he replied, embracing you. 
“Can we go outside or something?” you asked, drawing back. “I need some air.”
He immediately took your hand and led you onto a balcony overseeing the nearby woods, only just starting to be coated in snow, thanks to a gentle, breezeless flurry that was beginning to settle over the land. Fortunately, you were able to lock the door with a key you had for work, and draw a curtain for privacy. 
In the dim light of the evening, you were finally able to fully observe your groom for the first time since seeing him as you walked up the aisle hours before. 
Loki was a God of Asgard, but tonight, he looked every inch the role of “God.” His perfectly-groomed mane of black locks were loose, but gently combed so that they stayed behind his ears and brilliantly framed his face. He wore a green satin tunic and gold sash, and over that was a black leather evening jacket. For the bottom, he had knee-high boots over a pair of tight black leggings. Over it all he wore an emerald-green cape of velvet. 
Jesus, I really need to fuck my husband. 
Instead of jumping on him like your body wanted to, you turned to him, sighing with relief once you knew you were finally alone, after which you let out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry,” you apologized as your manners finally caught up. “I was rude back there.” 
Smiling, Loki cupped your cheek in his hand and leaned in, whispering intimately, “Watching you act jealous of me was always my favorite form of entertainment. It makes me feel superior.” 
“As if you ever needed any help with that,” you fired back playfully. Loki chuckled and kissed you, leaving his mark on your lips after drawing back. 
“I must say, my darling wife, you look absolutely ravishing in your gown, it flatters every curve of you,” your husband purred as he gently nipped your ear. “Makes me want to tear it off of you.”
“It’s so cold out!” you quickly defended, your hot jealousy and tired disillusionment falling away the more you stood there with him. It was easy to forget the annoyances and woes of the outside world when Loki was at your side. That was how you knew he was your mate. 
“Lovely, have you forgotten that the frigid air doesn’t affect me in the slightest?” he asked, winking and gently tucking his fingers under the bodice of your dress until they found your breast to settle on. The coolness of his hand made your warm skin tremble underneath. 
“Loki, I wanted today to be perfect,” you said sadly. “A wedding is supposed to be a celebration of our first day as a married couple, and all I celebrated was Miss Langdon’s outdated fashion sense.” 
“The night is still young,” Loki said, kissing your nose and pressing your forehead to his brow. “And why worry so much about our first night, when each night afterwards will only get better the longer we are together?”
The falling snow laced your hair (and Loki’s) as you were both content to stand perfectly still in one another’s arms, just enjoying the pure love between you that was keeping you warm. “I love you, my Loki” you cooed after moments of silence. 
Your groom answered: “And I will always love you, Mrs. Loki.” 
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Appropriate - Chapter 7
"Bubbles"
Summary: Loki x Female reader; Loki is banished to Midgard and he has to live an average life as penance...and you, a social worker, is there to help him along the way. Rom Com/Comfort vibes. Pinning; emotional edging until we can't take it anymore.
Chapter Summary: Loki makes a new ally...and he learns to do the laundry, with interesting results.
Words. 8.7k I could have broken this one up, but I didn't want to. You're welcome.
Warnings: Angst. Jealousy. Crying. Mentions of childhood trauma.
Song to listen to while reading: It's a Shame
AN: I am opening up my tag list again, but if you are not interacting/reblogging, you will be removed. If you would like to be added, please let me know!
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            The library felt even more empty now that you had left, leaving Loki standing in front of the doorway with a stretched-out arm beckoning you back. For a moment, Loki debated chasing after you, to say what he didn’t know, but he wanted to make things right. Yet, his feet stayed put. The events of the day had his mind reeling and questioning every interaction he had with you.
            Loki dragged his sullen form back to the couch, plopping himself down on the overly plush cushions, where just moments ago he was blissfully watching you sleep. Leaning back, he turned his head to the spot next to him and gently, he reached out and caressed the fabric. The heat of your body still lingered there, making him sigh. He turned his gaze back to the ceiling above him.
            “Norns, can you do anything right?” He asked himself. For the first time in a long time, Loki wanted to care for another person for unselfish reasons. He simply wanted you to rest. To not have to carry the many of burdens that seemed to be weighing on your shoulders, day in and day out. The mere suggestion of taking a break had you breaking down in front of him with an emotion he often saw within his own mirror reflection.
            Did you think that you were not deserving of rest? Loki’s long, elegant finger rubbed against his lower lip as the thought wreaked havoc on his mind. How? Someone like you shouldn’t worry about feeling deserving, or worthy. No, that should only be a problem belonging to monsters like him. What could make you feel this way?
            The only possibly answer the god could come up with is some unknown variable that he had yet to discover. Some sort of harm to your precious heart, that had Loki clenching his fists.
            The once posh prince, one who was used to never having to ask for anything, suddenly had to ask for everything. When it came to material things, he had nothing. When it came to his powers, he had less than nothing. But there was one thing that remained, one thing that remained unstolen.
            His mind.
            And now he was determined to use it to do whatever he could, so you would know that you were deserving of all the good things the Nine had to offer. A small smile crept on Loki’s lips. Quickly, he stood and left the library and back to his apartment to make plans.
            Plans that seemed to be assisted by the grace of the Norns, because his first opportunity quickly presented itself the very next morning. It all started when he first woke up to the loud tapping of rain against his bedroom window. Slowly, he sat up, letting the scratchy comforter slide off his bare chest as he stared at the rain drops rolling down the glass. And just like most mornings since meeting you, his thoughts immediately went to you.
            Were you traveling safely? Were you warm and dry? The questions made him frown and worry enough to drag himself out of bed and into the lion’s den otherwise called the Stark Tower lobby.
            Every time he came down to the lobby with you, he would feel all the eyes that followed him. Some would watch with terror, others disgust. He felt them all and it made his skin crawl. If it wasn’t for your presence, he would have immediately retreated to his room each time he stepped into that hellscape. Back to a place without judgement, and only understanding. Back to a place where he wouldn’t have to explain his mind control and torture by the Titan, just to get the stares to stop. But, even then, the stares often turned into looks of pity.
            But Loki wanted to see you. He wanted to make sure you were alright, especially with how you left yesterday. So, with the emotional armor of a good book in his hand, he perched himself on the bench closest to the door that led to the parking garage connected to the tower. During, the very early morning hours, there were only a few staff that lingered about the lobby and much to his surprise, they hardly paid him any attention. Some guards and secretaries’ eyes would periodically wander over to him, mostly with looks of confusion, before carrying on.
            To everyone else, it looked like the stoic god was enjoying his book, but really his eyes stayed trained on the door that remained uncharacteristically closed. Looking around the lobby, Loki noticed it wasn’t as busy as it usually was most mornings when he came down here with you. If anything, people were filing in very slowly through the front door. One by one, Stark employees and guests alike were scrutinized by security. Each person was wanded for weapons and had to present valid ID before even entering the building.
            Strange, Loki thought. It was enough to make him stand from his place on the bench and peer out the long line of windows that made the front wall of the tower. The sidewalk outside of the building was lined with people waiting to gain entrance, and every single person was soaked. Including you.
            There you stood, amongst the other shivering wet people, with your hair matted down to your face and periodically furiously swiping at the rain that blurred your vision. You stood out like a sore thumb with your obnoxiously bright yellow coat. Why don’t you have an umbrella? Even though there was a great distance between you and the front door, Loki could still see your body tremble from the chill of the rain. It was enough to make Loki beeline to the reception desk in the center of the lobby.
            “What is taking so long?! The people outside are freezing!” He snapped at the unsuspecting secretary. The secretary, who Loki discovered was named Kimberly from the nametag attached to her chest, at first looked terrified at the god who towered above her, years of pompous entitlement burning in his eyes. Maybe it was the midday hump, or the sad empty cup of coffee that sat on her desk that made the ‘just a few more years until I can retire from this hell hole’ admin steel her gaze and face a god with no fear. The screaming of ringing phones amplifying her customer service battle cry.
            “Excuse me, Sir” she spat back with just as much venom as he gave to her, “But due to a high security event at the tower, everyone must be thoroughly checked for safety measures. The security staff are managing it as fast as they can.”
            It was then that Loki spied the umbrella behind Kimberly’s desk. A smile grew on Loki’s face, along with a scheme.
            “Apologies, Lady…” Loki purred, making a show of leaning forward to peek at her nametag, even though he noticed it already, “Lady Kimberly, but it seems we got on the wrong foot. Might I borrow that umbre-“
            “No.” Kimberly quickly cut off his much politer request and picked up one the many screeching phone lines, blatantly ignoring him.
            “Hello – Annie, Hi, sweetie.” The older woman let out a sigh of relief as Loki still hovered by her desk, keeping his eye on you who still stood in the line that had slowed down to a barely moving crawl. Loki looked back to the umbrella. It would be easy to steal, but with these damn dampeners, how would he get it to you?
            “Yes, they have me doing this ridiculous digitizing project too. Stark has a nano suit, but he still wants us to scan all these old files manually?” Loki could hear the distain dripping in her voice about the project.
            “It’s a power trip, I tell you. It will take hours, HOURS to do this. If he expects me to stay late to finish this, I swear. I have BINGO tonight!”
            Ding.
            Loki’s large hand gingerly tapped the call bell that sat on top of Kimberly’s desk. She immediately paused and gave him a look that made him flinch.
            “Hold on, Annie,” She cupped the phone with her hand, “Yes?” Her tone was clear. She loathed project that was forced upon her, but at this moment, she loathed Loki more.
            “I believe we got off on the wrong foot. I have a proposition for you, Lady Kimberly,” Immediately, her eyes rolled as Loki spoke, but he carried on with his bargain. The sight of you shivering driving him through the receptionist’s icy stare. “This task…this digitizing project. It sounds tedious and dull, something far below someone of your caliber.”
            The honey he laid was thick, and the slight uptick of Kimberly’s lip boosted his confidence. “I propose that I take on this task for you, freeing you for….” Loki flashed her a tight lip smile, “Bingo.”
            Kimberly grinned, now placing the phone in the crook of her neck, so she could place her chin in her free hand, “And what do you get from this exchange?”
            Loki looked past her and pointed at the umbrella that sat propped up against her desk, “To merely borrow that umbrella.”
            The wrinkles on her forehead deepened as confusion swept across her face, “And why on earth would you need an umbrella? You can’t even leave the building.”
            Her bluntness made Loki wince. She had a point. Even his quick-witted mind couldn’t come up with an explanation, except for the truth.
            He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the tall desk in front of him, and got closer to Kimberly. The action normally would have people pulling back in fear, but not Kimberly. Oh no, she was another kind of beast. Someone who worked her whole life in customer service and what little remained of her soul, didn’t scare so easily. But Loki didn’t want to scare her, merely whisper one of his greatest secrets to this old, Midgardian woman who looked like she wanted him dead.
            With his heart hammering in his chest, he pointed to your trembling body that was still nowhere near the front of the line. Your arms were wrapped tightly around your body for warmth, but your chattering teeth showed that it was in vain, “The woman in the yellow coat. I wish for her to have it.”
            He looked back to Kimberly, who was now watching him intently. There were so many emotions swimming in Loki’s eyes that told his greatest truth and secret; he cared for you.
            “And if we could bring her to the front of the line and out of the cold…” Kimberly held her palm up, effectively stopping Loki’s request. The god frowned, already feeling defeated. Ever since coming to the Tower, Loki had felt nothing but helpless. He had no possessions. No powers. No connection to the outside world.
            A once powerful God brought to his knees, begging for an umbrella.
            “You are quite lucky that I adore Y/N. She is likely one of the kindness, sweetest people to ever exist on this planet.”
            Loki’s expression softened, a grateful smile spreading across his features, “She is.” And he believed that, more than anything. Kimberly reflected a smile right back at him, but hers was more knowing.
            “And frankly, the office drama lately is quite boring, and I am a sucker for a good romance.” She winked at him, and Loki blanched.
            “I – uh, I don’t know what – I mean,” He stammered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck under his long, black curls.
            Loki’s rambling stopped immediately after Kimberly patted his other hand that still laid on his desk. The tender gesture brought a sense of calm to the god, and in Kimberly’s eyes, he saw years of wisdom and compassion that reminded him of his own mother. In his thousand years of life, Loki made it his business to learn about people, their motives, to the point where he could understand someone quickly, even after just meeting them. And what he knew was that Kimberly was someone he could trust.
            “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her. I can’t move her up the line, but I can give you the umbrella. In exchange, you will help me with my project.” She pointed his finger at him, for emphasis, “And you will help my friend, Annie, down in the labs too.”
            “Of course.” Loki agreed immediately. Never would he thought that he would trade labor for something as trivial as an umbrella, but every time he stole a glance at you, he knew it would be worth it. Frankly, you looked like a drowned rat, and every moment that passed by, Loki became more convinced that the chill of the rain would quite literally, freeze you to your bones.
            With yet another wink, Kimberly said goodbye to Annie on the phone, and hung up the phone to scoop up the umbrella. She left her desk and walked to the front door, leaning up and whispering in the ear of one of the security guards. The guard let her through the door, and she immediately popped open the umbrella. Kimberly made her way down the long line of people who clung to the side of the building in search for some sort of reprieve from the onslaught of chilled rain. Person after person, she passed by until she finally reached you and your sunny, yellow coat.
            Loki watched on from the lobby, unaware of the conversation happening between you and Kimberly. There were smiles and laughs exchanged, and Kimberly handed you the umbrella. You were quick to get under, but you were also quick to pull Kimberly under with you. The gesture made him smile. Of course, you would.
            But then Kimberly was pointing at him. His eyes went wide, and he looked around him to verify that the receptionist was actually singling him out. The withered, old hag has betrayed me…Then, when your eyes met his, all he could do is gulp, and sheepishly wave at you with a tight, awkward smile. You gave him a little wave back, a soft smile gracing your beautiful face, and his heart all but exploded in his chest at the small gesture.
            A few moments later, Kimberly was back at her desk. The screaming phones remained unanswered, as she remained unbothered.
            Loki was quick to lean over the side of the desk, as soon as she sat down, “I thought we had a deal?! Why would you tell her about my affections?!” He whispered screamed at her. More and more people piled into the lobby, and eventually, you would be too, and Loki would have to explain his token.
            Kimberly smirked at him, “Well, well, you do got it bad.” She laughed a little, and Loki glared at her, “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her  about your affections” She waved her hands about, and her tone told Loki that she was teasing, but his deadly stare didn’t alleviate.
            “I just laid some groundwork for you.” Her grin widened, “You’re welcome by the way.”
            “Thank you,” Loki sneered. Even though the scowl didn’t leave his face, Kimberly’s expression softened as she leaned closer to him. 
            “Be good to her. She has been alone for far too long, and she deserves happiness.”
            Every bit morsel of frustration, annoyance, and anger left his body was instantly replaced with confusion. It was clear that this woman knew who he was, the villain who tried to take over her home, yet she was helping him win your heart? Surely, she wouldn’t think someone as pure as you, should be with someone as monstrous as him. The question was leaving his mouth, before he even had time to truly process it.
            “I know that sometimes things aren’t always as they seem. There are more to our stories than what we choose to tell people and that umbrella….” Kimberly peeked over her shoulder to the front entrance, where you stood, drenched, while being processed by security, “That umbrella is very telling. Now, look alive, Prince Charming!”
            “Hi, Kimberly. Hi, Loki!” You chirped, suddenly at the desk and at Loki’s side, making him jump. He looked down at you, taking you in now that you were finally up close. The umbrella was closed and held tightly in your hand, and every bit of you was thoroughly soaked. What little makeup you wore, was running around your eyes. Every strand of your hair was matted to your head. There was still a slight tremble to your body from the cold that remained in your bones. But the worst of it, the part that Loki tried his hardest to ignore, was how the normally modest fabric of your office wear was clinging mercilessly to every curve of your body. The hardened peaks of your nipples and lines of your lacy bra showed through your drenched shirt, leaving little to the imagination.
            All Loki wanted to do was sweep you in his arms, warming you in his embrace. He would steal you away to his room, and strip you of your wet, cold clothes. To warm you, of course. But soon his arms would find their way around you again as he held you close. With your breasts pushed against his chest, he would tenderly wipe away the remaining makeup that the rain hadn’t washed away. You never needed it, anyways.
            “Hello, earth to Loki!” You giggled, waving your hands in front of the daydreaming god, effectively snapping him out of his fantasy.
            “Apologies.” Loki shoved his hands in his dress slack pockets to stifle his nervous fidgets, “I am glad you are finally out of the rain. Hopefully you weren’t waiting for too long.”
            You groaned and rolled your eyes in exasperation. Norns, you were adorable.
            “I was waiting for almost an hour! I get here, park, and they won’t let me in, so I have to go around the front and wait.” You puffed out a breath of air, as you tempered your annoyance, “But it’s fine, really.” The shiver that wracked your body told Loki that it, in fact, was not fine.
            “But then I was given this umbrella,” You held up the umbrella like a prized trophy, “Thanks to you, Loki.”
            The blush that swept across Loki’s sharp cheek bones was instantaneous. Suddenly, his shoes became very interesting as he tried to look everywhere, but your sweet face.
            “It’s nothing, truly. It isn’t even mine.”
            As soon as he felt your hand on his bicep, his eyes snapped back up to yours. The gentle caress of your thumb against his muscle was starting to become familiar; a comforting gesture that he craved.
            “Regardless, you were kind and thoughtful of my wellbeing. That isn’t anything to downplay. I…I sincerely appreciate it.”  Your hand remained on his arm, both of you lost in each other’s eyes.
            Kimberly cleared her throat, and both you and Loki stepped away from each other now that your bubble had burst.
            “So, sorry, Kimberly. Here’s your umbrella. Thanks to you, too.” You offered it back to her and she took it, smiling ear to ear that made you quirk your eyebrow in confusion. Silently, Kimberly’s eyes flitted back to Loki, then back at you, before they widened. Loki noticed the exchange right away and immediately stepped in front of your line of sight.
            “Lady Y/N, do you have a change of clothes? I would hate for you to become ill from the cold.” Loki looked expectantly down at you, and the puddle that formed underneath your dripping clothes. Even though the view of your clinging clothes was delicious, the god was becoming more and more worried by the minute.
            And when another chill swept through you, making you violently tremble, you relented. But not after you rolled your eyes, which make Loki’s lips twitch in amusement.
            “Yes, I have something in my office….” You turned to leave, but you hesitated and looked back up at Loki again, “Will you tag along? I would like to talk to you.”
            Loki nodded a little too excitedly, but at this point he couldn’t care less, “Of course.”
            With a final wave to Kimberly, you turned and headed towards the elevators that would take you to your office. Loki was quick to follow you, but before he left, he turned to his new ally and mouthed a true ‘thank you’. The receptionist instantly beamed back at him, her joy shining through all her smile lines that graced her face and giving him two very enthusiastic two thumbs up. But she made sure to lift a stack of papers and wave them around as a friendly reminder of his bargain before he left.
            With long strides, Loki easily caught up with you, and you both entered the elevator together. There was a thick tension that hung in the air, and it made Loki’s heart race about what you might want to speak with him about. You refused to meet his eyes, keeping it trained on the metal door in front of you. But, in the tiniest calculated movement, you brushed your shoulder against his. The touch was so light, it easily would have been perceived as an accident by any other. The slight upturn of your lips gave you away.
            The elevator dinged, arriving at the floor of your office, and you both made your way down the hallway. Soon enough, you were unlocking your office door. You flipped on the light, and Loki was able to peek in. The room was in a state of disrepair; frankly, it looked like a tornado ran through it.
            Sheepishly, you peeked over your shoulder, “Just give me a minute to change and we can talk.”
            “Of course.” Loki gave you a soft smile, before closing the door of your office and giving you privacy. He shifted on his feet, trying to think about anything besides the fact that you were disrobing just beyond the door. How the rain droplets would moisten your soft skin, dripping down every one of your sweet curves. The sodden slacks that you wore would be stubborn, refusing to move down your body and surely getting caught on the globe of your ass.
            Loki quickly swiped a large hand across his face, “Norns, get it together.” He whispered to himself.
            The door then whipped open, exposing your wide, smiling face and much dryer body. The outfit you wore was certainly casual, just a plain, loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans that hung loose against your body. But, one thing that stuck out about this otherwise plain outfit, were the splattering’s of paint all over the fabric. All the colors of the rainbow graced the material; a vibrant decoration for the artform that is your perfect body. It was perfection, and it made Loki smile.
            “Come on in, Loki. Thanks for waiting.” You stepped to the side, letting him into your messy and eccentric office.
            Again, silence fell between the two of you. Loki quietly watched you, as you tried to look everywhere but at his face. Even fidgeting with a few errant papers on your desk, before finally mustering the courage and looking Loki in the eyes. The smile he rewarded you with was instantaneous, and he watched puff out a breath.
            “I wanted to talk about yesterday,” You started, “I am sorry for how I acted-“
            “No apology necessary,” Loki cut you off and your face went stern.
            “No, Loki.” You pointed your finger at him to prove you point. You seemed to do that a lot and it made Loki smirk, “Let me finish what I was saying. Please.” Your politeness always won, though, as tough as you tried to be. Mighty, yet sweet, Loki thought.
            Suppressing his growing smirk, he clasped his hands behind his back, bowed his head, and nodded for you to continue. The thought of you taking charge, the sweet thing you are, did things to him. The god schooled his gaze, tempering his newly ignited need to be at your mercy; to be absolutely, and entirely devoured by you.
            “I am sorry for how I acted yesterday. I admit, I was a bit overwhelmed, and you were just trying to help, and so I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you. But I think, there were some boundaries crossed.” You sighed, finally breaking eye contact with him.
            Meanwhile, Loki’s heart thudded wildly in his chest. All lusty thoughts gone and replaced with fear. Where were you going with this? Would you stop seeing him?
            “I think we just need to….” You sighed, yet again, “We should keep it in mind. Okay?”
            Loki let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, and met you gaze again. He found himself mirroring the soft smile that you gave him, the feeling of relief washing over him instantly.
            “Okay,” He breathed out a whisper, “I can do that.”
            And there it was again, the unspoken tension that always found its way between the two of you. Swirls of unsaid emotion rapidly flashing between both of your eyes; each of you replaying all the tender moments from the past few days like a nostalgic home movie of your favorite memories. Your matching smiles grew wider.
            Clearing your throat, you broke the connection and flitted your eyes away, “So, if you are available, I would like to set up a meeting you later today.” You turned towards your desk and scribbled somethings on a post it note and handed it to him. It was a room number on the tower, with a time, and a set of messily scribbled instructions.
            “Meet me here, at that time.”
            Loki grinned, “And why can’t we meet now?”
            “I have a meeting in a few minutes.”
            Loki grumbled, “Ah, the solider.” The distaste was positively dripping from his voice,=.
            “Now, Loki,” You chided, “Be nice.” Again, your hand somehow found his way to his bicep, giving a gentle squeeze.
            “I will see you later.” It was barely enough of a reassurance for the burning fire of jealousy to be calmed. For now.
            Loki insisted he walk you to the elevator and carry your bag. Even though you rolled your eyes at his chivalry, you let him. Again, you rode the elevator to one of the main common areas and when you exited, Bucky was practically on top of you, ready and waiting.
            “Miss Y/N. Nice outfit.” The former winter soldier beamed at you, but that wide smile faltered as soon as he laid on the god of mischief who was grumbling by your side.
“Loki.” Bucky growled underneath his breath.
            “Barnes.” Loki snarled right back.
            Clapping your hands together, you did you best to diffuse the tension, “Okay! I will see you later, Loki. Bucky, let’s go.”
            And off you went with the grinning, triumphant super soldier, leaving Loki behind who was burning holes into your back, and silently wishing curses on your temporary companion.
            “You may have her for now, Barnes, but it is I that will win her in the end.” Loki muttered under his breath, before turning on his heel and making his way back to his apartment prison. Once inside, the sickening sea of beige greeting him like a friend who overstayed their welcome.
            “The Midgardian furniture can’t come soon enough. This is atrocious.” He groaned. Digging in his pocket, he pulled out your note and the way you curved your letters warmed his heart. It was an artist’s penmanship; elegant yet chaotic.
            He looked over your note with intense concentration, not wanting to miss any minute details of your instructions.
            “Bring your dirty clothes?” He furrowed his brows, and scrunched his nose up, “What?”
            But he did as you asked after a few, long, and very agonizing hours of waiting. He made his way down to the room in your instructions, large laundry basket in his grasp. The god was punctual to a fault, and he was glad he did leave early, because it took him awhile to find the exact location. Being the recluse he is, he had yet to explore the tower and he tried to ask other people wandering the tower for directions. But they all scurried away in fear as soon as he approached them. Even a laundry basket couldn’t soften the god, apparently. Still, he was almost an hour early to your scheduled meeting. Yes, punctual, instead of anxiously worrying about your meeting with another man.
            Loki instantly regret that decision. All he had to occupy him was the monotonous ticking of the wall clock, and the jealous thoughts that haunted him. The soldier wrapping you in his arms and kissing the top of your head as you swayed together in the kitchen bathing in domestic bliss. Then his hands would roam, clunky and rough. They wouldn’t appreciate the softness of your skin, the suppleness of your lips, and the fragileness of your heart. Loki frowned, thinking of how Bucky could easily shatter you. How little he would appreciate the care and attention you give to others and worst of all, how he would fail to care for you.
            The soldier would selfishly soak up all your light and do nothing to replenish it. He would take all the goodness of your heart, bit by bit, until you withered away into nothingness.
            “Loki? Are you in there?” Your cheerful voice broke Loki from his thoughts. The sweet sound that saved him from the spiraling descent of his mind.
            “Apologies, Lady Y/N. I am here…” He turned his head to his basket of dirty laundry, with an amused expression, “With my soiled clothes, as requested.” He was tempted to ask about your meeting with the solider, but the idea of you speaking Barnes’ name was enough to stifle the request.
            You clapped your hands together, “Perfect! Have you done the laundry before?”
            The prince scoffed, ready to tell you ‘Of course’, but then he thought about it. Really thought about it. He hadn’t. When he lived on Asgard, he had servants and maids to take care of his every need. If he wanted new leathers and tunics every day, he would have it, no questions asked.  Then, when he was….elsewhere, he would rely on his seidr to clean his clothes. Never once did he have to do physical labor to keep his clothing clean. But today, today is the day for a prince of Asgard to learn.
            “I uh…” He stammered, now slightly embarrassed to be admitting his lack of experience on such a simple task, “No. I am afraid not.”
            “Well, no worries,” You flashed him a smile, and he knew you held no judgement for him. You never have, and that fact still shocked him. “So, first we divide up the clothes. Some colors shouldn’t be mixed, especially if you want them to last longer. Different clothes require different settings on the machines or need professional cleaning that can’t be done here.”
            You grinned, “Because, of course, someone just had to purchase the finest on our shopping trip, and so we may have to link you up with a dry cleaner.”
            Loki instantly shot you an incredulous look, clearly eyeing the paint-stained clothes you were still wearing, “Pardon me, my lady, for enjoying the quality of fine garments. Perhaps you should try it.”
            It was a teasing comment, but the unintentional bite had Loki backpedaling, “I mean, your clothes are fine. More than fine! Absolutely endearing. And creative! And looks quite comfy and-”
            You raised your hand to stop his rambling. The god clamped his mouth shut, well aware of how his cheeks burned in front of you.
            “You are fine, Loki. I know what you meant.” You giggled, and Loki noticed that your own cheeks were painted pink. Maybe he wasn’t the only one flustered.
            So, you and Loki went through his basket, separating his clothes and throwing them in various washing machine that lined the large in-house laundromat. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, as you completed this domestic task. Loki found himself enjoying it more than he thought he would. Not the act of doing laundry, no, but doing it with you? It felt warm. Comforting. Homey.
            It made him, perhaps, too comfortable, as he asked his next question to you with little thought, “So, why were you so overwhelmed yesterday?” He asked you so casually as he loaded the washing machine, pouring in the soap as you had showed him. Casual, like you were long time lovers chatting about your day while doing the domestic chores of a shared household.
            “Um…” You started, clearly at a loss for words, as you tossed one of his t-shirts in the pile for ‘dark’ clothing. The sight of you having his shirt in your hands had Loki yearning. Yearning, for something more. Something more than just constantly daydreaming about a life with you.
            “I am not sure if I should discuss that with you.”
            It was enough of an opening for Loki to try and push you a little more. Do you have someone in your life to share your troubles with? The thought of a secret lover waiting for you at home outside of the tower made him shudder.
            “Can you tell me…without actually telling me?” It was a risk, Loki knew that. Either you would take the invitation and finally open up to him, or you would shut him out like you have since you first met. The god leaned against the now rumbling washing machine, as you contemplated his question.
            Turning back to the laundry basket, you avoided his gaze and for a moment, Loki thought his calculated move was a poor choice in the chess game of unlocking your heart. Then, you spoke.
            “So, there is this young girl that keeps coming into the hospital where I work.” You started, still avoiding Loki’s eyes who watched you intently. He noticed how you continued to sort the clothes, but at a glacial pace as if to give yourself more time.
            “She has powers. Gifts. But they are uncontrolled, and she keeps hurting people and hurting herself, but it was never intentional. They were always accidents.” You made sure to look right into his eyes when you stressed how this anonymous child didn’t intend to harm others; facing your fear of baring your emotions to the god in front of you to protect the integrity of a child he didn’t know. The raw feelings Loki had for you deep in his heart bloomed even more.
            “She would really benefit going to Xavier’s school, a school for children with gifts like hers,” You clarified, “but her mother will not permit her to go.  She acts like her daughter doesn’t even have these gifts, and just buries her head in the sand all the while, she keeps on getting worse and worse.”
            Your speech sped up as you became more passionate; ripping out and presenting your breaking heart to the Asgardian prince who hung on your every word. But, as soon as he saw the tears welling in your eyes, he was at your side.
            “Can’t you just…take the child?” He offered a solution, yet years of diplomacy told him that the answer wasn’t that simple. It never was.
            “There are ways, yes, but there as laws and procedures we must follow. We have to show that her mother is not acting in her best interest and because her daughter has powers and is harming people, of course the government has taken an interest in her. And the more we go through this court process with her, the more upset she becomes, and the more incidents happen.”
            A tear slipped down your cheek, despite your frantic attempt to choke down your burning emotions. Again, without thinking and like it was the most natural thing in the nine, Loki reached up and wiped away the tear. His large hand still cupped your cheek and the warrior roughness of his thumb swiped against the softness of your face in soothing strokes. To his surprise, you didn’t stop him.
            “I mean, why can’t she just let her go?!” You were frantic now, as your emotions spilled out of you like the splattered paint on your clothes, “Soon, she will do something that can’t be undone and- and – and they will send her to the raft, and she doesn’t deserve that horrible place!”
            Tears were freely coming down your face now, the flood gates of your heart fully open. Loki threw every bit of caution to the wind along with the fear of overstepping and losing you completely, and pulled you close to his chest in a tight embrace. Sobs shook your body, and he held you impossibly tighter. A part of him took sick pleasure in how good you felt to finally have you in his arms, but it shouldn’t be like this. Never like this.
            He stroked your head, and he had to stifle the gasp that threatened to leave his mouth when you nuzzled your nose into his chest, inhaling his scent deeply. The earlier conversation about ‘boundaries’ long forgotten.
            “Love, you are doing what you can. You can’t control everything.”
            You whipped your head up to look at him, your eyes now red and puffy from your tears. Loki thought you were about to chastise him about his use of pet name like you always have, but you continued to surprise him. “I-I can do more. I can try different things…try to talk to different people. Try to-”.
            Loki was selfishly reluctant to deny you the comfort you sought from his body, but he needed you to understand. Pulling away, he cupped your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look directly into his earnest eyes.
            “You are doing everything you can and that is enough.”
            “No…it’s not.” You whispered.
            “Yes, it is.” He argued back, desperately trying not to get lost in the vivid colors of your glassy eyes.
            “No. It’s not.” You squinted at him, your words sterner as the torrent of emotions started to ebb away.
            Loki couldn’t help but laugh and thankfully, a small chuckle bubbled up from you as well.
            “Stubborn, little woman! Yes! It is!”
            Feeling a bit more in control of yourself, you pulled away from the god’s arms and Loki would be lying to himself if he wasn’t silently mourning the loss of your warmth. The sweet, selfish comfort of your small body tucked perfectly against his.
            “You can’t tell anyone I shared that with you.” The enduring waver in your voice told Loki how serious you were, and he hoped every bit of faithfulness he had in his body conveyed through his eyes. Loki was not known as a trustworthy person, but for you, he would carry your secrets to Valhalla.
            “I won’t”
            You took a step forward, still so close yet so far away from his arms, “I mean it, Loki. The government is involved with the children I work with. It would have serious consequences if anyone knew I shared anything at all-”
            Loki reached for your hand and gently squeezed it, making your words die in your mouth.
            “You can trust me, Love.” The look in your eyes told him that you believed him. You truly trusted the God of Lies and it shook him to his core. A flicker of guilt about how your relationship, professional or otherwise, was based off a lie. A tight-lipped smile broke through his fractured heart, even when you pulled your hand away. Loki could feel the walls coming between you yet again, brick by brick.
            “Thank you, Loki.” You turned to the lingering bits of clothes that still needed to be thrown in the wash, “Let’s finish up, shall we?” The professional mask you always wore, now fully on. 
            Loading the rest of the washing machines went very quickly now that you weren’t stalling for time. Loki, on the other hand, was trying everything he could to not end this meeting with you. To have that piece of the real you back in front of him and not the façade you showed everyone else. As soon as you commented on how quickly he was learning, and how he would ‘graduate’ from your program in no time, all rational thought left him. It was like the ever-clever god of mischief forgot everything you showed him earlier. The machine’s buttons were foreign, and he had somehow forgotten how to measure the soap and where it went.
The shrill ring of your cell phone, a sound that Loki silently cursed, interrupted your re-explanation of dividing up the clothes. You excused yourself to take the call in the hallway, leaving Loki who grew more frantic about the idea of losing you. The war between his need to selfishly have you, and the guilt he felt for continuously lying to you raged within him. The consequences be damned if it meant that he could have more time with you. Anything for more time.
In a fit of desperation, he grabbed all the boxes and bottles of detergent he could see and dumped them all into the various, washing machines. He knew the clock was ticking on your phone call, so he acted quickly. He ripped open all the cupboards of the laundromat and found a stash of large bottles of hand soap, adding it to his concoction with little regard for the consequences. Quickly, he closed all the cupboards and wiped any soap spillage, leaving a pristine looking machine while the soapy brew had already started to bubble and foam. Suds started to burst out from the tops of the machines, spilling over onto the floor at a wild rate.
It all happened so quickly. White, billowy puffs of soap filled the floor, the bubbles going almost as high as the tall god’s knees and making his feet almost slip from underneath him.
“What happened?!” You yelled, your eyes wide with shock as you took in the scene before you.
“It seems,” Loki said breathlessly, trying to steady himself on the slippery floor, “It seems I have overestimated the amount of soap I needed.”
There was a long beat of silence as you both looked at each other. The shock was still plastered on your face, and a look of innocence on Loki’s, that he hoped was believable.
And then you laughed. Hard.
You clutched your stomach as the belly laughs took over your whole body, making you lurch forward. Fresh tears came to your eyes, not from the sadness you felt not too long ago, but from unbridled, childlike joy.
You stepped up to Loki, slipping a bit on the way over and still breathless from the onslaught of laughter, “How did you even manage this? I was gone for what? Ten minutes? You’re worse than Thor!”
The look of insult that Loki gave you was priceless, sending you into another fit of laughter, “Hey! There is no way I am worse than that oaf.”
You wiped the happy tears from the corner of your eye, “When I went over this with Thor, he did not fill the room with soap!”
“Take it back.” Loki threatened, stalking towards you with all the intensity of a predator eyeing its prey. Both you and him knew he would never harm you, and that fact became even more clear as he struggled to stay upright on the slick floor.
“No.” You breathed through your laughter, trying to back away from him as fast as you could without falling.
Loki scooped up a large cloud of soap in his arms from the floor, peaking around the white fluffiness with a mischievous grin, “Take. It. Back.”
You crossed your arms and stood your ground, a smirk playing on your lips as you repeated yourself, “No. I stand by what I said. You are worse than Thor.”
            Loki then chucked the soap at you, leaving your head covered in suds. Quickly, you swiped at your face and freed yourself from the foam. Both of your laughter filled the room, drowning out the washing machines that still gushed out fresh suds. There was no attempt to stop the machines, as you and Loki played in the ocean of puffy soap like children. Children free of the stress of the world, free of the torments and trauma of the past.
            Loki gripped your hand and started to drag you about the laundromat, slipping and sliding as he spun you around with ease on the slippery floor, like you were gliding on an ice rink. Laughter flowed freely from his chest, making his cheeks burn from how brightly he smiled. Yet, he smiled wider still when he saw that you mirrored the wild joy he felt.
            You played until you both were breathless, sitting on the floor of the laundromat, still surrounded by layers of soap. The tips of your fingers floated against the bubbles, lightly feeling it’s light texture, before turning to Loki who sat next to you. Amongst the sudsy clouds, he truly looked like what he was, a god, a fact you sometimes forgot about him when you were in his presence. A king above the heavens. The god quirked an eyebrow at your unreadable look, and his confusion only grew when you grabbed a handful of soap and placed it on top of his head; a stark contrast to his inky curls.
            Your grin was wide, and full of mirth, “A crown for my king.”
            It was so innocent, yet the gesture held so much meaning for Loki. The once forgotten desire to be king, resurfacing with a complicated mess of emotions associated with his past. Yet, all that torment, all the terrible memories, were overtaken by one word.
            My.
            Did you realize what you said? Did you truly believe that he was yours? Even with all the close, sweet moments that you had shared over this short time, Loki still feared to hope. He feared that come tomorrow, you would cut off all contact with him in the name of ‘professionalism’ and ‘appropriateness’. But still, despite that fear, he grabbed his own scoop of soap and tenderly placed it on top of your head.
            “And a crown for my Queen.”
            The tension between you was as thick as the layer of soap that had finally settled around you, full of unspoken feelings and fears. The joy that once filled your face, was now replaced with a soft sadness. Carefully, you reached forward and placed a gentle hand on his. Loki dreaded the words that were about to leave your sweet lips.
            “Loki…” You started, but the clearing of a throat stopped you and made you whip your hand back in your lap, like touching his hand burned you. Loki’s frowned deepened, and you both turned to the new person who was in the laundromat.
            The infamous Tony Stark, and your pseudo boss.
            “What’s going on in here? Bubbles, I didn’t think you would take your namesake so literally.” He asked, his tone direct as if he was speaking to a pair of children getting a little too wild in the bath.
            Quickly, you scrambled to your feet and wiped your bubble crown from your head, leaving Loki on the floor behind you. He soon followed, brushing off lingering clumps of soap off his dress pants. The crown stayed.
            “I was showing Loki how to do laundry, and unfortunately the machines malfunctioned.” Loki turned to look at you, and you kept your eyes on Tony. Again, you were covering for the god of mischief. Perhaps what you were about to say wasn’t going to lead to a heartbreak after all.
            “Malfunctioned?” Tony peered over his blue tinted glasses at you and Loki, soaked and soapy. It was clear that he didn’t believe you. “Yeah, sure. Clean this up and we will talk later, Y/N.”
            You swallowed thicky at the implication, and Loki noticed. It took all the strength within him not to reach out and grab your hand. You were quick to nod your head and go into the closet in the laundromat filled with cleaning supplies and dig out a mop. Loki followed behind you. Neither of you noticed when Tony left.
            Almost an hour was spent scooping and mopping up the floor and dumping it into the sink basin. Barely any words were spoken between you and Loki, save a few instructions here and there. All the joy from earlier had left with the billionaire and it made the god’s chest fill with anger, and resentment.
            “Tony is technically my boss,” You suddenly said, breaking the silence as you were wrapping up cleaning. Yet again, you avoided Loki’s eyes as you did during moments of high emotion, he noticed. You busied yourself with wringing out the mop, “He funds the program at the hospital and so, what he says goes. Do you understand?”
            The subtext of what you said was clear. Loki looked to the dampeners that still clung to his wrists. For a moment, he forgot that they were there. That he was a prisoner within the tower, and not living a fantasy of domestic bliss with you. There was no way Tony would ever let you fraternize with Loki outside of a professional context. The hero hated him, Loki knew that. No matter what Thor told Tony, the billionaire still saw Loki as the villain. The dampeners were proof of that. A physical reminder of how high above him you were, and how low he was. How unworthy.
            “I understand.” Was all Loki could say. The crown on his head had long since dissolved.
            After putting away the cleaning supplies and giving Loki some vague instructions on how to save his overly soapy clothes that were still in the washing machines, you left. You left without any indication of when he would see you again, and Loki was alone to yet again, process the emotional whiplash that seemed to come with every day he spent with you.
            Gritting his teeth angrily, he twisted one of his soaked shirts over the sink basin. The soapy water splashed down the drain and all the memories of you frolicking in the suds replayed in his mind.
With a wet slap, he threw the garment into the sink, “Why do I even bother!”
Every moment with you was bittersweet. He felt a joy he never felt before. You accepted him for who he is. Played with him. Made him laugh. He felt lighter, and like the future may have a place with him. A place by your side. But inevitably, like it always has, he was reminded that a future with you was not possible. A dream snatched away by the persistent nightmares. Still, he clung to the idea of having you like a drug he didn’t want to quit.
He ran his hands through his still wet hair, “This needs to stop.”
Loki let out a long breath, before emptying out all the washing machines and tossing the mostly drenched clothes in the dryer. He tapped a few buttons, not really paying attention to the settings like you had taught him and left the laundromat. The clothes be damned. He didn’t care anymore.
A familiar heaviness found its way back onto Loki’s shoulders as he made his way back to his apartment. The lightness you gave him was long gone and only regret and loneliness remained.
Unlocking his apartment, he struggled to open the door fully like something was blocking its way. He pushed himself inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes grew wide at the sight before him.
Boxes and boxes of files filled his quaint prison apartment, leaving only a small path for him to walk around. His shoulders slumped even lower.
“Ah. My bargain.” He muttered, as he remembered his deal with the receptionist, Kimberly earlier this morning. Regret raced through him, and his mind struggles to find a way to weasel out of his obligation. There was a computer neatly placed on his tiny kitchen counter, along with a scanner and a note. On one side of the note included instructions on how to complete the tedious task of scanning all the documents, but on the other was a more personal note from his new ally.
This is the happiest I have ever seen her. Don’t give up
            Loki smiled. You let him call you ‘love’.
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18+?/fluff/some jealousy/some arguing/some angst/adult themes/reader needs to get a little louder ...and fluff. No books or other items got harmed!
Two days.
Two days now.
For two days you were searching now. You were absolutely sure where you had seen it for the last time, yesterday in the morning. But it wasn't there anymore. You had looked for it in the whole apartment: in the kitchen, in the living room, in the bedroom, in the bathroom…you had looked for it in every corner, cupboard, closet, in the wall of bookshelves, even in the fridge but you hadn't found it.
You were so unhappy that you had lost it, it was a catastrophe and as if it wasn't enough, Loki hadn't spoken to you for two days now. He seemed to avoid seeing or meeting you. It wasn't that you saw each other every minute of a day, you both had your responsibilities and work to do but the evenings and nights belonged only to you and Loki. It was always the best time of the day when you both cuddled up in your bed under your snuggly blankets, skin to skin and talking and laughing together and enjoying some passionate lovemaking. Every night you fall asleep in each other's arms but last night you didn't sleep. Not only because you had lost an important treasure it was also because of Loki's absence in your shared bed. It just makes your desperation worse.
Why didn't he want to see you anymore? What have you done wrong? Today you met him in the hallway during your teatime break and the only thing you got from him were some despising looks and he just went past you. But you needed to talk to him, it was urgent, very urgent.
After you had finished work you returned to your shared apartment and looked forward to a hot shower and some food…and a clarifying conversation with Loki. You needed to know why he was so pissed off and why he didn't sleep together with you in the bedroom. You entered the living room and found him sitting on the sofa, reading a book. He didn't even look at you or said hello.
"Good evening, Lo baby "
" — "
"Can we talk, please?"
" — "
Loki put his book aside and pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans and slammed it onto the table, giving you the evil eye. He took his hand away and you saw what you had been looking for for the last two days. You were overly happy when you saw it.
"Oh thanks to the Norns, you have found it, you have no idea —"
"Since when?"
"When what?"
"When did you stop loving me?"
"Loki! Seriously? I never stopped lov—"
"Or is there another man?"
"Another…what?"
"Don't play coy with me, princess …since when? Tell me!"
"I don't know what—"
"Don't make a fool out of me, do you really think I wouldn't find out?"
"I beg your pardon? What are you talki—"
"Stop it! Why y/n? Why didn't you tell me? Don't you remember what I said to you the day I married you?"
"Of course, I do, how could I forge—"
"And yet you did it!"
"I did what? I just—-"
"You pulled it off your finger and you just left it! Without further thinking!"
Loki rose from the sofa, took your wedding ring off the table and held it in front of your nose.
"At our wedding, I begged you to never put it off your finger without my knowledge and if yet you do it, our relationship would end."
You wanted to take your ring from his hand to put it back on your finger but Loki made it vanish with a twist of his hand.
"Please give it back to me, Lo, I was just—"
"You don't need it anymore...obviously. I haven't removed mine from my finger for a single day, it's the sign of my never-ending love and devotion for you and you know how important it is for me that you are wearing your ring, you're mine and this ring is one of the signs for the fact that you belong to me …"
And he talked and talked and gradually you got mad because he didn't give you a chance to explain everything to him.
"DAMN LOKI ! " you slammed his leather-bound book onto the table with a loud bang to get his attention.
"SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME… you stubborn God of why-should-I-listen-to-my -wife-and-in-general-I-do-what -I-want!"
He stopped talking immediately and crossed his arms in front of his chest, releasing an annoyed huff.
"Okay…I'm listening."
"Do I have your attention now?" you asked him, more quietly again.
"Yes!"
"Are you sure?"
"Hm."
"Have you finished throwing tantrums?"
"Hm, yes."
"Are you sure?" you teased him.
He nodded.
"I need your words, hubby !" and you smiled mischievously at him and closed the distance between you two.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Fine! First of all, I assure you, I'm still in love with you and there's no other man, absolutely not. You are the love of my life and nothing will ever change that. Am I understood?"
"Yes, my Lady!"
"Good!"
You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him.
"Second, I had to pull the ring off my finger because it was swollen and hurting. Is this acceptable to you?"
"Yes, … but why was your finger swollen?" He furrowed his eyebrows in astonishment.
"Did you get hurt?" Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his voice full of concern now.
"Nooo…"
"Tell me, love, why did you pull it from your finger?"
"As I said, my finger was hurting from the pressure and I forgot to put it on again because I got so excited after I had taken the test…"
"Test? Excited? About what?"
"Oh, ahhmm…about my pregnancy, and I wanted to tell you about it immediately but forgot to put my ring on again and I couldn't find you and when I thought about my ring again, I returned to the bathroom and it was gone…I felt so bad about it, I looked for it everywhere…"
"Oohh, okay so you had looked for me, I came home, I couldn't find you but I found your ring in the bathroom and put it into my pocket…because I thought you wanted to leave me and…wait what?...wait…what did you say?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"What do you mean, Lo?" A bright smile appeared on your face.
"Test? Pregnancy? You are…?" he said breathlessly when the realization hit him.
"Yessss, I am!" and your smile got even brighter.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, we become parents, Lo!"
He made you wrap your legs around his waist and whirled you around, you both laughed with joy and he set your feet back to the floor.
"Do you need anything…ah...a blanket…ah a cup of tea…ahh...a massage…no no a warming bottle…" and he ran around like a scared chicken.
You couldn't stop laughing while your husband ran around like this to make you feel comfortable.
Lo, Lo..please stop…I'm fine, I'm just pregnant, not ill " and you still laughed heartily.
He came back to you and pulled you into his embrace again, feelings of guilt written on his face.
"I'm sorry love, I just want to make everything perfect for you now…I'm such a stupid, stubborn idiot sometimes, am I?"
"You are."
"I should've talked to you instead of drawing a false conclusion."
"You should've done it, yes!"
"Will you forgive my inappropriate and stupid behaviour, my love?"
"Under one condition!"
"Which one?"
"I want my wedding ring back…please."
"Of course my love, I'm so sorry. How could I doubt your love for me?"
He held his open palm in front of you and in a shimmer of green your ring appeared in his hand.
"Do you still love me?" he asked you quietly.
"You sweet adorable man. Of course, I still love you. I love your stubbornness, your jealousy, and your possessiveness and I love you for everything else that makes you my Loki. My love for you is unwavering !" and you pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
He placed your wedding band back to your ring-finger. It was a little bit tight now but it still fit.
"Would you allow me to wear it on a necklace if necessary?"
" Of course, my wifey or I'll keep it safe for you until it fits again" and he kissed you long and passionately.
"And I'll take good care of you and our little one, I promise. You have no idea how happy I am " he said gently and a tear escaped his eye.
Sometimes he could be such an idiot and you knew he felt bad about it. And yet you loved him infinitely and Loki was so in love with you and so proud to have you…and soon a baby too.
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Sugar Cookies
Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader
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Wordcount: 2,932
Warnings: ITS SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE (Fluff), Mutual Pining, lots of smutty buildup, some actual smut because I love writing it, a super late Christmas read but it's still cute, Jealous!Loki, Somewhat Oblivious!Reader, Idiots in Love, Angst if you squint
Summary: So far, Loki’s stay on earth has been rather unwelcoming. He is relieved to know that some people still have good hearts, and that love sometimes comes in the form of baking cookies.
A/N: Y/N is loosely based off of the character Topaz, and therefore, the powers are reflective as such. You are close with Wong and Dr. Strange, as you are a powerful sorceress. Also, I would like to note that this was going to start out purely fluffy, and now I am so tempted to write a super super smutty part 2. Because I cannot not write smut. I also wanted to say thank you all SO much for all the love on The Grinch. I am so grateful for all of you and I am so glad you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
You were the sweetheart of the compound. The Avengers loved you wholeheartedly. After Dr. Stephen Strange had helped you regain your powers, you were a strong asset for the Avengers. You were able to heal the lot after the battle of New York against Loki Laufeyson.
Since then, it was revealed that Loki was under a powerful mind control from an alien being - Thanos. The power of the tesseract was unyielding, unable to be contained. Therefore, Thanos used it to control Loki and his powers, making him a puppet. You couldn't imagine how incredibly violating that was for Loki. Clint was suffering a similar set of circumstances, but he was still viewed as a hero. Loki was nothing but a villain. Once Loki's trance was broken, you were able to heal him with your magic. Having Hulk throw him around had not been the most gentle incident, and there was definitely some damage done.
Despite Loki's Asgardian healing, his body wasn't perfect. He still needed help in some regard, and you could help him. Your touch was gentle, and Loki realized that from the start. It was one of the things that drew him towards you the most. She'd never love me. His mind haunted him. I'm a monster.
In all reality, you were drawn towards Loki too. You thought he was good-looking, misunderstood, slightly brooding. He was mysterious, and you wanted to know more.
Eventually, Loki made himself to be a primary resident in the tower he once swore to destroy. Along the Avengers and yourself, Loki began to make himself at home. For the most part. He kept relatively quiet and to himself, occasionally reading in the common room when not in his bedroom. He traveled outside for dinner or a coffee at times, but for the most part, tended to make his meals with Thor in the kitchen. Loki didn't particularly like the attention he was given upon going out in public. People were either scared of him or resented him. They didn't understand.
You empathized with Loki like no one else ever had before. You could, genuinely, feel his emotions. At times, when you felt them, you were tempted to lower their potency to make them more tolerable. However, you also understood that Loki needed to process his emotions regarding this entire incident. You couldn't dilute or show favoritism towards anyone. That would simply be unfair. You also knew that you had the ability to take his emotions on yourself, which tempted you often. Especially when there were days when Loki sulked around the compound. This happened frequently after he had gone out and been ridiculed by passersby. Some days were certainly worse than others.
Another thing that seemed to cause Loki to sulk around the compound was jealousy. You felt it, but didn't know the cause. However, you could sense romantic feelings coming from Loki. Not for me, you thought to yourself. Probably for someone like Natasha, or one of Stark's interns.
Christmas was soon to arrive. Only a few more days. The compound was delicately decorated, with the help of Thor, Pepper, Clint, yourself, and a few others. Garlands lined the ceiling, string lights hanging down from them. Red bows littered the walls, and wreaths were hung on seemingly every door available. Poinsettias were placed on the dining room table and the end tables in the living room. A large pine tree covered in tinsel and ornaments were bestrewed upon it sat in the living room as the main feature.
It was safe to say that Loki was very outside his comfort zone. He had never celebrated anything like this, and you could tell. He sat perched on a chair in the living room, watching as you and several others decorated cheerfully. You danced around the room, and he found himself watching your legs longingly. So elegant, so beautiful. How he'd love to have those legs wrapped -
Loki snapped himself outside of his thoughts for a moment, realizing the direction he'd been taking them. You glanced at him for just a moment, and realized how he'd been feeling just moments ago. The emotion that flooded off of him was one of pure sex. You felt yourself reciprocating and feeling his emotion. As you flung your eyes up to catch his, the look he gave you was one that a predator would give their prey.
Soon thereafter you glanced away, his gaze being too intimidating to hold onto for the time being. But the way he looked at you - so - longingly. It made you wonder how he truly felt for you. Maybe he only thought of you as a sexual escapade rather than a potential relationship. Or maybe you were mistaken, that his eyes were longing for Natasha rather than yourself. You shook off the feeling. What you failed to notice, however, is how Loki's gaze swam up and down your body several times before resting on his novel once more.
He mentally took photos of the effortless bun that sat on top of your head, your doe eyes, your plump lips, the curvature in your breasts and bum, your lengthy legs. When you jumped up with excitement for a moment, Loki became entranced by the bounce that came from your bosom. Fuck he thought to himself. I'm screwed.
Your eyes caught his once more, and the same predatory gaze on his eyes. You bit your lip and Loki felt himself harden in his pants before you looked away again. Why does he look like that? You thought to yourself.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS" you heard Thor shout before, in a moment, your legs were flung from beneath you and suddenly, you were wrapped in Thor's arms. One thing you had learned upon joining the Avengers is that Thor Odinson was incredibly affectionate. Not towards anyone specifically, but you were small enough to lift with merely an ounce of effort, and Thor was entertained by that. Comparatively, you lifting up a 6 oz infant would have taken a similar amount of effort. You giggled as he held you bridal style, slightly taken aback by Thor's excitement.
In a sudden instant, however, you felt jealously radiating from the other side of the room. Loki. Surprisingly, when you went to look back at him, he had disappeared. Loki couldn't stand another man's arms around you, especially his own brother's. Thor had always gotten everything that Loki never did. From what it seemed, you would be no different. That in itself destroyed Loki.
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Later that night, you couldn't sleep. You hadn't seen Loki at movie night, and you were fearful for his wellbeing. The jealousy that you had felt in the common room from earlier still lingered there. Typically, emotions faded rather quickly. But this one, in its potency, stuck around.
You wandered into the kitchen at roughly 1 am, hopeful that no one would be around. Thankfully, the rest of the compound was fast asleep. Except for one God, but you didn't know that. You began the process of making sugar cookies. Baking always helped you clear your head, and the silencing spell you cast helped make it quieter and more manageable for a 1 am burst of energy. While normally the mixer would be able to wake up the entirety of the compound, now the only thing that would indicate your presence was the sweet, sugary smell of delicious treats.
You combined your wet and dry ingredients with the mixer, meanwhile gathering ingredients for frosting and decorations. Unbeknownst to you, Loki had wandered down from his quarters for a midnight snack. He couldn't sleep either, the image of your delicate form in Thor's muscular arms replayed through his mind constantly.
The image that he saw now, however, made him forget all about Thor's actions from earlier that night. You, dressed in your black, lacy, silky smooth pajamas, reaching for sprinkles in the upper cabinet. The length of the shorts you were left little to the imagination, and the slight v-neck and spaghetti straps exposed the soft skin of your arms, shoulders, and chest. Loki felt himself harden for the second time in your presence that day, and in his slight daze, he approached you. Despite your typical ability to sense emotions and the presence of others, you were so focused on reaching for those damn sprinkles that you failed to notice Loki nearing you.
You gasped as Loki placed his left hand on your hip bone, gently grazing the top portion of your thigh. You shuttered, almost jumping out of his grasp. "Gosh you scared me!" You gasped as Loki had a mere touch of the silk pajamas you wore. "My apologies darling. Allow me," he spoke as his hand passed yours and gently grazed it upon grabbing the sprinkle container. He set it down in front of you, not moving his left hand from your thigh just yet. Loki would cherish this moment for eternity. "Thank you Loki" you spoke gratefully. Loki leaned down to your ear, whispering "My pleasure, love." As you shuttered once more.
Why does he make me feel like this? You wondered, before your thoughts were cut off. "Why are you up so late, doll?" Loki had stepped back now, his body no longer in contact with yours. "I- um-" you started, nervous from your past interaction. "I just couldn't sleep." You responded. "I could ask you the same." You began, gaining a bit more confidence in the conversation.
"Same here, darling." The constant pet names that flowed from Loki's mouth were intoxicating. Despite the little bits of awkwardness you felt, overall you were comfortable with Loki. Although, your outfit choice would have been slightly different had you known that anyone would present themselves in the kitchen that night. A little more coverage, perhaps?
Loki, however, would be thrilled to see you in even less. The dreams and fantasies that he had in regards to you and himself were detailed, but not as detailed as the lovely lace that lined your thighs, your revealed stomach, and your breasts. His fantasies could never compare to your breathtaking presence. God, you were beautiful, in every single sense of the word. He had never seen a creature as magnificent as you.
"Anything specific on your mind, Loke?" You broke him out of his thoughts, now. You grew more and more confident as you felt his emotions pour into the room. As much as you doubted his feelings towards you, you had never been wrong with reading someone before. And Loki's emotions were drowning in sex, love, and sensuality. From what it seemed, they were directed towards you. Either that, or he was feeling extremely deep for someone who wasn't present. But the probability wasn't super likely, considering how strong they were.
Loki suddenly got timid, as if you had caught him. It wasn't often that he became shy, but his emotions towards you made him feel that way. To an extent. Loki was dominant and typically could guide in relationships, but there was something about you that made him hold back. He wanted to be gentle with you. "Not specifically, love. Sometimes I'm just kept up with my thoughts." You nodded in understanding. "Well, if you feel like cookie-making, I'll be up for a little while." You offered, and a smile grew on Loki's face. Being alone? With you? In the privacy of the compound kitchen at 1 am? Count me in, he thought.
"What can I help with?" He offered sweetly. "Well, I have the cookie dough made, so now we need to roll it out and use cookie cutters to make them into fun shapes!" You spoke excitedly, a certain light being brought to your eyes. "You do love this Midgardian holiday, don't you darling?" Loki asked.
"Of course, it's all about giving! What's not to love?" You smiled.
"You're telling me we're not going to devour these cookies all by ourselves?" Loki questioned teasingly. You looked at him in fake offense, placing a hand against your chest. "How dare you speak of such a thing! There's plenty to go around." You rebutted. He winkled at you, sending a shiver up your spine.
You handed Loki the rolling pin, which he looked at, perplexed. You realized that this task may be more difficult than anticipated. At least, for the Asgardian God. You placed the dough down, sprinkling a little flour on top. "Here," you guided him, coming behind him and helping his hands with the motion. "Just like that."
Loki began rolling out the dough, his action becoming more and more confident as he continued. You grabbed the festive cookie cutters that you would use on the dough as he rolled it out to the proper thickness.
You began the process of the shaping the cookies, rolling out the dough after you ran out of space. Stars, Christmas trees, candy canes, ornaments, and stockings lined the baking trays, and soon enough, you had roughly fifty cookies ready to bake. You lightly clapped your hands in excitement, looking up towards Loki. "Thank you, Loke." You smiled, watching as a glimmer of peace came upon his eyes. "You're welcome, doll. This is the most fun I've had in a long time." While the cookies baked, you began on the frosting.
The frosting was finished, and you took a little bit on your pinky finger to taste. Loki watched as you brought your smallest finger to your lips, opening them just the slightest bit, sliding your pinky inside your mouth, and sucking the frosting right off of it. Your cheeks pursed inwards, surrounding the digit.
Loki's emotions immediately skyrocketed at the sight. That was something you instantly took notice of. Oh, I could have some fun with this, you thought. This time, you took your index finger, grabbing some more. You headed towards Loki, who had planted himself on a barstool at the previous sight. "Want to try some, Loke?" You spoke seductively, and his jaw dropped in invitation. You brought your finger into his mouth, holding his jaw with your other hand. He sucked the frosting off as slowly as possible, savoring every single moment of this.
You finally pulled your finger away, a slight bit of resistance due to the pull from Loki's mouth. "Delicious, darling." Loki spoke, smirking the slightest bit. Gaining a bit of confidence, Loki stood up, suddenly towering over you. "I wonder if you taste just as sweet."
You gasped at his remark as Loki backed you until you hit the counter. Your wetness began to grow, and he pressed against you. "May I?" Loki spoke confidently, holding your neck in one hand. You nodded hesitantly, looking back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Loki began to bring his head to level yours, then resting his forehead on yours. Hesitantly, you began the pursuit of his lips with yours. He matched your energy, gliding his lips across yours effortlessly, and suddenly, he pulled at your lip, granting himself access. In the meantime, his opposite hand traveled lower, pulling at the elastic waistband of your shorts. You pulled back, gasping for air. "I need to taste you down there too, darling." You groaned in anticipation, but pressed at his chest. "We need to get the cookies in the oven." You spoke.
"Just let me have a swipe, darling. Please." Loki indicated with his index finger, curling it slightly. You moaned as he instantaneously stuck his hand down your shorts, pushing past your waistband, in order to collect your juices, trailing from your entrance up to flick your clit ever so slightly, then bringing his finger up to his mouth to devour every bit of your sweet nectar. He groaned himself, bringing a peck to your mouth mere seconds afterwards.
"You taste like Valhalla, my sweet. Promise me I will get more of a taste after these cookies are complete." He held your jaw, and your lips met his once more. "Of course, Loki." You smiled as he backed up from your form to resume the cookie making process.
You took the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool for several minutes. In the meantime, Loki latched onto you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He pecked your cheeks, whispering delicious fantasies into your ear. Suddenly, a thought hit you. "Um- hey Loki?"
"Yes, love?" Loki responded eagerly.
"Do you- like- actually like me- or am I a sexual fantasy for you?" You pondered.
"Oh, darling. My sweet darling. You are the most beautiful, pure mortal I have ever met. You are adorable, kind, and gentle. I want you to be mine. My sexual fantasies are just the ways I wish to claim you and your precious form." You turned to look at him, smiling. "I'm really glad you came down for a midnight snack." He smiled back. The amount of love that radiated from Loki was unlike anything you had ever felt before.
"You had my heart from the second that your gentle touch healed my wounds." Loki told you. You looked up at him hopefully. "Truly?"
"Absolutely."
You and Loki both grew tired finally, after completing and decorating the cookies. Sprinkles and frosting, slightly haphazardly placed on each cookie, you noted that the further you got into decorating, the worse the treats looked. Not that Thor, or anyone else for that matter, would care about the appearance of the cookies in the slightest.
What they would notice, however, is both Loki and yourself cuddled up on the couch in the common room, sharing a pillow with a blanket covering you.
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